Chapter 136: Elder Fang, take back your supernatural powers!

"Fang Hao, oh Fang Hao..."

"In the future, when I become famous and take off, you will be my stepping stone."

"It's not a loss that I specifically reported a false police case and hid myself."

"The rhythm brought during this time is so big."

"When the time comes, you will have to cry and shout for me to clarify, hahahaha!"

"Otherwise, if I don't come out, you'll have to go to jail!"

Song Zu was quite proud.

A small-minded, triumphant smile was squeezed out of his ugly, sallow, fat face.

And just at this moment.

The cabinet moved!

A weird shadow passed directly through the wall and the cabinet.

With a weird laugh, it drilled into Song Zu's body.

"There really is someone who looks so similar to me..."

"Hehehe..."

"I will use your body to help me practice!"

Then.

Song Zu desperately discovered that he couldn't move.

Waves of severe pain deep into his bones...

Made him scream in pain directly.

"What's going on!? What's wrong with you?"

His wife, Ms. Wei, was startled by the movement and wanted to help Song Zu up.

But was interrupted by Song Zu's screams.

"Don't move!"

"Broken."

"Call someone!"

"Call the police quickly!"

When Song Zu's miserable state appeared on the live stream screen.

The scene was quiet.

This guy...

A monster with a bloated body and several broken bones...

Is he really a person?

Not to mention anything else.

The evil ghost in the jar just now looked more like Song Zu than Song Zu!

The viewers in the live stream had tingling scalps.

Without a doubt.

The evil ghost that escaped from here found a next home.

Song Zu this wave... is blessed!

"Sigh..."

"Sin."

In the quiet scene, Fang Hao's innocent sigh sounded:

"Unexpectedly, I spoke sincerely, but didn't get others' trust."

"Finally caused such a sin."

"It really shouldn't be."

A group of police officers at the scene glared at him sideways.

Damn!

Don't think we can't hear your schadenfreude!

"Mr. Fang Hao..."

"This... everything that happened before was our fault."

"We apologize to you."

"Our Captain Zhang Hai is also very uncomfortable."

"Look, he's even crying."

"Trouble you..."

"Can you take it back again?"

A police officer stood out and asked awkwardly.

And pointed to Zhang Hai on the side.

Zhang Hai was numb, looking at this subordinate in shock.

Your mother (daeb) le...

Don't I treat you well usually?

Why are you making a finishing blow on me?

Isn't it good to let me shed tears silently?

At this very moment...

Officer Zhang Hai was autistic.

He didn't expect that the final fault was actually his own!

And what Fang Hao said was the correct one!

This made Zhang Hai's worldview almost shatter.

Without a doubt.

This time, his confrontation with Fang Hao.

Once again ended in his miserable defeat.

Of course...

Private emotions are private emotions.

Zhang Hai still cared about the big picture.

He wiped his tears and also cast a look of help toward Fang Hao.

The meaning was very clear—

Elder Fang, let's take back our supernatural powers!

In the screen.

Fang Hao sighed deeply at this moment.

"Sigh..."

"The application of this kind of method is still very damaging to one's vitality."

"Every time I cast a spell, it takes a long time to recover."

"So this time solving the evil ghost..."

"It might still take a while."

"But don't worry, it won't be very long."

Fang Hao's words.

Finally settled everyone's hearts.

As long as it can be saved, it's fine.

At the very least, there is still room for maneuver.

In this way.

Everyone's psychological pressure is not that big.

Phew—

Everyone at the scene couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Beside Tan sir.

The curious cameraman couldn't help but ask:

"Then about how long will it take?"

"One day?"

"Ten or eight days?"

"Half a month?"

Fang Hao stretched out three fingers:

"Not much, thirty years."

Silence...

The scene was deathly silent.

"As a Heavenly Master, I have to consume a lot of time and energy every day to fight against evil."

"And during this period, my own energy is also quite insufficient."

"Thirty years is for me."

"Very reasonable, and also very logical, right."

Fang Hao seriously...

Talked quite outrageous nonsense.

Song Zu was never cured in the end.

Just as the viewers worried at the beginning.

He eventually received torture far beyond imagination.

After framing Fang Hao.

Song Zu no longer had the ability to frame others.

The person is like his name.

He is also like his internet name, exuding a foul stench in the final time.

The final time of life.

Song Zu was undoubtedly desperate.

He had thought more than once about begging Fang Hao, hoping he could let him go.

And looking back at his life.

Betrayed by relatives, hated by everyone, netizens schadenfreude...

Song Zu was even more desperate and helpless.

Finally, under pain and suffering.

Song Zu was completely tortured to death.

Of course.

That is already a later story.

This long torture still has a long experience time for Song Zu.

A few days later.

Fang Hao received a ban.

The content is not much.

The general meaning is: it is forbidden to publicly promote matters related to feudal superstition.

In the future, in front of the camera.

You can't just summon evil ghosts casually.

It's too bad for social stability.

Of course.

Fang Hao does it quietly at home.

The leaders' meaning is that they don't oppose it, and even support it.

And seeing that the matter finally calmed down.

Fang Hao finally let out a long breath.

"Damn..."

"This time signing in a masseur, and it can cause such an unlucky thing for me?"

"Song Zu's disappearance... can also be blamed on me?"

"The old six system is really bloody!"

"Just this masseur... what's the use!"

Thinking of the rewards obtained from this sign-in and the trouble caused.

Fang Hao was completely numb.

An ancestral massage skill.

What's the use?

It can make people relax their muscles and collaterals.

Combined with professional torture chairs... massage chairs, it can achieve the effect of extending people's lives.

Probably those who could live for three or five years.

Fang Hao goes up and pinches like this...

Hey!

Can live for seven or eight years!