At the airport in Mr. Wang's district.
The Fatty emerged from the arrival gate, holding a parasol in one hand and his phone in the other, leisurely watching an anime.
After learning that Zhang Wei was wanted, the Fatty had shortlisted several ghosts who had issued the bounty, planning to make an example of them. However, before that, he hadn't forgotten to "shear Zhang Wei's wool" and snatch the Ghost King's head that Zhang Wei had intended for the Wei Dao Division.
According to his investigation, he knew that the Wei Dao Division would transport the Ghost King's head back to their headquarters for safekeeping, with a stopover at this airport.
So, he had arrived at the airport early, preparing to intercept the Ghost King's head.
As he finished watching the anime.
He reached the airport entrance, checked the time on his phone, and murmured:
"It should arrive a bit later. I'll go explore other places first. Figure stores, here I come!"
With that said.
He hailed a taxi and headed to the mall with the figure stores.
Along the way, the Fatty didn't forget to open the 'Ghost Nest' forum on his phone to check the bounty situation. Compared to yesterday, there were several more wanted notices for Zhang Wei today.
"Some ghosts have accepted the bounties?"
The Fatty exclaimed in surprise, noticing that for some high-reward bounties on Zhang Wei, ghosts had already contacted the issuer below:
"I wonder what the strength of these ghosts is, daring to take on the job. Zhang Wei, you... Huh?"
He trailed off mid-sentence.
The Fatty suddenly froze, as if sensing something, and looked sharply towards the mall they were about to reach:
"Ghosts?"
With his formidable strength, he detected the aura of ghosts in the mall, which had been drawn into a ghost domain. He couldn't help but frown:
"Don't mess with my figure shopping, or I'll tear you apart."
Soon.
He got out of the car and entered the mall.
Upon entering, the Fatty was immediately drawn to the golden light of immeasurable merit in the first-floor lobby. Glancing over, he was stunned and almost cried out:
"My heavens, such great merit!"
When he saw Mr. Wang's appearance and estimated his age, the Fatty suddenly understood:
"So, he's an old soldier? No wonder he has so much merit. But to have this much merit, how much must he have experienced... Huh? Zhang Wei?!"
As he was speaking, his peripheral vision caught sight of Zhang Wei beside Mr. Wang. He was utterly dumbfounded and rubbed his eyes vigorously to confirm he wasn't hallucinating.
Seeing Zhang Wei chatting and laughing with Mr. Wang, the Fatty's expression turned peculiar.
How strange, didn't Zhang Wei say he was in Sichuan province? Why did he suddenly appear in Sanjin City?
Thinking about the ghosts in the mall and Zhang Wei and Mr. Wang being here, was he here to protect the old soldier?
Immediately after.
Before the Fatty could ponder further, screams erupted from the mall entrance. Everyone noticed the situation at the entrance and sensed something was wrong.
In response.
The Fatty's mouth twitched, and his anger flared instantly. With this commotion, the figure store employees would run away. How could he buy figures then? He immediately prepared to confront the ghosts of the ghost domain.
Leveraging his immense strength, the Fatty soon found Zhao Bingquan and his group. However, just as he was about to act, he overheard their conversation.
It could be seen.
As Zhao Bingquan spoke of grafting Mr. Wang's merit, the Fatty's plump face instantly turned grim, more sinister than ever before, revealing his ghostly side for the first time.
"Insolent fool, to dare to covet the merit of such a person."
However.
Before the Fatty could make a move.
He looked at the incoming tidal wave of talismans and ultimately withdrew his hand. Since Zhang Wei had intervened, he decided not to.
...
On the other side.
As the half-step Ghost King lunged at Zhao Bingquan.
Zhao Bingquan knew that any explanation wouldn't regain the half-step Ghost King's trust. After blocking the half-step Ghost King's attack, he turned to flee the scene.
Zhang Wei saw through Zhao Bingquan's actions.
He had originally intended to pursue, but at this moment, a system notification sounded in his mind. He subtly glanced in a direction.
[Ding! An unknown ghost is disappointed in you. Hey, hey, hey, Zhang Wei, that Zhao Bingquan is trying to escape, hurry and stop him!]
[Host gains System Points +120]
The Fatty?
Zhang Wei blinked, surprised that the Fatty was here.
It was this moment of hesitation, coupled with the half-step Ghost King's desperate counter-attack, that gave Zhao Bingquan an opportunity to escape this floor.
In response.
Zhang Wei sent the half-step Ghost King flying with a palm strike, causing it to vomit blood incessantly. He prepared to pursue the Ghost King.
Just then.
[Ding! An unknown Ghost King sighs, alas, Zhang Wei, you're too careless. I'll have to clean up the mess for you.]
[Host gains System Points +130]
At this moment.
The Fatty looked in the direction Zhao Bingquan had fled and shook his head, thinking Zhang Wei had become careless due to his strength. Indeed, he was still too young.
Thinking this.
He turned and caught up with Zhao Bingquan.
He had no intention of letting Zhao Bingquan go and decided to clean up Zhang Wei's mess. Not to mention Mr. Wang, Zhang Wei already had enough wanted notices. The Fatty didn't want Zhao Bingquan to escape and then post a bounty on the 'Ghost Nest' forum, which would only cause trouble for him.
At the same time.
As the system notification sounded, Zhang Wei glanced in the Fatty's direction, a faint smile appearing on his lips. He stopped pursuing Zhao Bingquan and turned his attention to the half-step Ghost King.
[Ding! The half-step Ghost King looks at the Host's smiling eyes, terrified and frightened. What are you doing? Don't come any closer!]
[Host gains System Points +90]
The half-step Ghost King inexplicably felt a chill, but before it could escape, Zhang Wei was already upon it. He casually dismantled the half-step Ghost King's offensive and stomped down, shattering both its legs.
"Ah!!!————"
The half-step Ghost King screamed as its severed legs flew out.
Zhang Wei ignored it, grabbed its arms, and asked directly:
"You have two options now. One, tell me what your purpose here is, whether it involves Mr. Wang, and what that purpose is. Two, don't answer, and I'll break your arms."
He didn't believe that three ghosts, including a half-step Ghost King, and an evil ghost exorcist, would appear in a mall for no reason related to Mr. Wang.
Facing the interrogation.
The half-step Ghost King dared not answer, knowing how serious the matter of grafting merit was.
However, Zhang Wei was not to be trifled with. He exerted force with his hands, tearing off one of its arms, and then affixed a talisman to the wound. Such an action was akin to pouring salt on a living person's wound.
Seeing Zhang Wei about to tear off the other arm.
[Ding! The half-step Ghost King is terrified.]
[Host gains System Points +100]
The half-step Ghost King quickly revealed the matter of grafting merit and handed Zhang Wei a yellowed jade slip that Zhao Bingquan had given it.
As it spoke.
Zhang Wei unhesitatingly broke the half-step Ghost King's remaining arm:
"Your level of villainy is comparable to those scumbags who published those disgusting textbooks."
With those words.
Looking at the half-step Ghost King, whose arms and legs were broken by him, rendering it a cripple, Zhang Wei said leisurely:
"Originally, I intended to keep you as a half-step Ghost King, nurture you into a Ghost King, fatten you up, and then take your head to trade with the Wei Dao Division. Now, I don't think it's necessary."
His cold voice echoed.
Ignoring the half-step Ghost King's pleas:
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me! Human teaching version? Brother, are you talking about that textbook incident with the indecent pictures? I know about that. I can help you kill those beasts, twist their heads, break their limbs, skin them alive, and let them suffer until they die while still alive."
"As long as you spare me, I can help you torture those beasts to death, please."
However.
Zhang Wei merely glanced at the half-step Ghost King:
"No need. Their actions mean they won't have a good end in hell, whether you do it or not. You might as well go first and scout the path for them in hell."
With that said.
Zhang Wei, whether it was because the half-step Ghost King had targeted Mr. Wang, or because of the Human teaching version incident, or both, showed no mercy. After stomping on the half-step Ghost King's third leg, he forcefully twisted its head off and crushed it.
...
Not long after.
When Zhang Wei returned to the mall lobby.
At this time.
Mr. Wang's son had gathered the crowd. Seeing Zhang Wei arrive, Mr. Wang and his son hurried forward to inquire about the situation.
"All the ghosts were killed, but one exorcist escaped."
Zhang Wei replied, not mentioning that he had been targeted to avoid worrying Mr. Wang's family. He planned to report the matter to the Wei Dao Division later.
"One escaped? Then Mr. Zhang, don't worry about us. Hurry and pursue and capture that person."
Mr. Wang and his son said in unison.
Zhang Wei smiled and waved his hand, looking in the direction Zhao Bingquan had fled:
"Don't worry, Mr. Wang. That Zhao Bingquan won't escape."
...
At the same time.
In an old apartment building awaiting demolition.
Zhao Bingquan had fled here. Seeing no pursuit behind him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, those ghosts covered for me, allowing me to escape. Damn it, it's a good thing I remembered my method for grafting merit. If I had lost the jade slip, I would have lost my life too."
As he spoke, he recalled Zhang Wei, and anger surged within him:
"It's all that damned young man's fault. If he hadn't ruined my plans, I would have gained merit by now. Damn him, just you wait, I won't let you..."
Before he could finish the word.
A voice suddenly sounded:
"You seem quite smug. Did you think you'd escaped?"
"Who?!"
The sudden voice made Zhao Bingquan's hair stand on end. He quickly looked in the direction of the sound, but as he turned, he saw a hand reaching out from that direction and grabbing his neck.
That hand was like a vice grip. No matter how he used his ghost exorcism techniques, he couldn't break free.
"You, who are you? Let, let, let me go."
Feeling the terrifying force on his neck, Zhao Bingquan choked, struggling and looking at the terrifyingly plump figure before him.
He could sense that the Fatty before him was too terrifying. He was a ghost, and at least a Ghost King!
At the same time.
The Fatty ignored Zhao Bingquan's words, lifted him by the neck, and said leisurely:
"While it's true that villains stealing others' things is very villainous."
"But!"
"Villains must have class. What you're doing lacks the most basic respect for elders, the most fundamental patriotic bottom line. Your class is too low, no, you have no class at all. Unqualified, damn it."
...