Chapter 367

But what Fang Hao said was the truth!

This nearly shattered Zhang Hai's entire worldview.

Undoubtedly.

This confrontation between himself and Fang Hao.

Ended in his own crushing defeat once again.

Of course...

Personal emotions are personal emotions.

Zhang Hai still cared greatly about the bigger picture.

He wiped his tears and cast a pleading look toward Fang Hao.

The meaning was clear—

Elder Fang, let's stop this display of power!

Inside the screen.

At this moment, Fang Hao sighed deeply.

"Sigh..."

"Casting this Famen still drains one's vital energy quite severely."

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

"Therefore, to resolve this evil ghost..."

"... it may still require waiting for some time."

"But rest assured, the time will not be very long."

Fang Hao's words.

Finally calmed everyone's hearts.

As long as he can be cured, that's enough.

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

In that case.

Everyone's psychological pressure was not so great after all.

Hush—

The crowd on site couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Beside Sir Tan.

The curious cameraman couldn't help but ask:

"So roughly how long will it take?"

"One day?"

"Ten or eight days?"

"Half a month?"

Fang Hao held up three fingers:

"Not much, thirty years."

Silence...

A deathly silence fell over the scene.

"As a Celestial Master, I must consume vast amounts of time and energy every day to fight evil."

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

"Thirty years for me."

"Is very reasonable and also very logical, right?"

Fang Hao, with a serious expression...

... spoke an utterly outrageous nonsense.

Song Zu was ultimately not cured.

Just as the audience had worried from the very beginning.

He ultimately received torment far beyond imagination.

After framing Fang Hao.

Song Zu lost the ability to frame anyone else forever.

He was true to his name.

Just like his online handle, he emitted a foul stench in his final moments.

In the final hours of his life.

Song Zu was undoubtedly desperate.

He had more than once thought of begging Fang Hao, hoping he would spare him.

And looking back on his life.

Abandoned by all, hated by everyone, netizens gloating...

Song Zu was even more desperate and at a complete loss.

Finally, under the pain and torment.

Song Zu was thoroughly tortured to death.

Of course.

That was a story for another time.

For Song Zu, this long torment still had a long duration of experience ahead.

A few days later.

Fang Hao received a ban.

The content was not much.

The gist was: publicly promoting feudal superstition-related matters is prohibited.

In front of the camera from now on,

one cannot summon evil ghosts so casually.

It is too bad for social stability.

Of course.

If Fang Hao does it secretly at home,

the leaders' meaning is not to oppose, but even to support it.

And seeing that the matter finally calmed down,

Fang Hao finally let out a deep breath.

"Damn it..."

"This time checking in for a masseur, and it caused me such unlucky trouble?"

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

"The Old Six System is so melodramatic!"

"Just this masseur... what the hell use is it!"

Thinking of the reward obtained from this check-in and the trouble it caused.

Fang Hao was completely numb.

An ancestral massage skill.

What use is it?

It can make people relax their tendons and unblock their meridians.

Paired with a professional torture chair... a massage chair, it can achieve the effect of extending a person's lifespan.

Roughly, someone who could originally live three or five years,

after Fang Hao gets his hands on them and gives them a knead and a squeeze...

Hey!

Can live another seven or eight years!