All Gods: I am a master of all professions, who dares to oppose me?

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, Fang Chang's magical power opened up upon contact, firmly clinging to the nearby floor and finally stabilizing his body.

"Fighting is one thing, but demolishing houses is just too low-class," Fang Chang muttered, then swung his right hand forward and caught the large, fat figure charging forward for the second time.

The plump figure paused, revealing itself to be a female ghost dressed in a tattered robe.

Looking at the unidentified ghostly creature before him, its skin oozing pus and its face covered in blue fangs, Fang Chang couldn't help but sigh at the vast difference in appearance between ghosts from different countries...

Then, without making a sound, he flicked his hand and delivered a powerful spinning kick, sending the bull-like monster flying far away!

"Mr. Warren, do all evil spirits look this terrifying?" The middle-aged police officer gripped his pistol tightly with both hands, standing with Ed in the living room doorway, looking towards the "battlefield."

"Well, actually... evil spirits don't have a physical appearance. The forms they usually take in front of people are just transformations to instill fear in them," Ed explained earnestly to the officer.

While the two were chatting, the small evil spirit was already tightly bound by magical touch and pulled to Fang Chang's side.

Under the relentless onslaught of magic, the diminutive evil spirit let out a piercing scream, as if enduring immense pain.

"Roar!!"

The burly figure charged forward again upon hearing the sound!

If I remember correctly, these two evil spirits were mother and son in life.

Because he moved to this unlucky place, he was tormented to death by the evil spirit of a witch. The scene that the people would have loved to see did not occur—the evil spirit killed him, the dead became ghosts, and the two ghosts fought each other.

The witch's evil spirit is clearly much more powerful.

For the next two hundred years, the ghosts of the mother and son were tormented and controlled, eventually becoming like the ghosts of the changgui.

"You two are pitiful, very innocent," Fang Chang said slowly, looking at the terrified face of the short evil spirit. "Unfortunately..."

"At most, I'll help you get revenge, but there's no way I'll let you go." As Fang Chang spoke, he clenched his hand, and the touch of his magic suddenly tightened. The ghost, which had no physical form, was strangled like an ordinary human, and its blood splattered. The clear sound of bones cracking carried far to the other end of the corridor.

"hiss--"

Despite the faint stench in the air, the middle-aged police officer still gasped in shock.

This exorcist's exorcism method looks so terrifying! If the two of them were in the same position, he would definitely draw his gun and shoot Fang Chang without hesitation!

This guy is a complete psychopathic killer!

Fang Chang had no idea what the person behind him was thinking, and even if he did, he wouldn't care—it's normal for such a simple and quick exorcism method to be a bit rough, efficiency comes first!

Seeing its son completely destroyed, the fat evil spirit roared and charged again, as if this was its only way of attacking.

Fang Chang, who had anticipated this, was not hit by it. He simply moved his feet and dodged the attack.

The evil spirit turned around and roared, reaching out to grab Fang Chang. Suddenly, it felt that it could no longer move its hand. Turning its head, it saw a powerful tentacle tightly binding its arm!

Without much thought, the evil spirit switched its other hand and reached out to grab Fang Chang.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, another tentacle wrapped around its wrist.

Immediately afterwards, thick tentacles climbed up his neck, head, and legs one by one, and amidst the flowing golden light, the evil spirit roared to the sky!

Under the cover of night, cries of anguish echoed far and wide above the villa.

The sound stopped abruptly the next second.

Instead, there was a dull thud of fabric tearing!

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"call--"

Fangzi let out a long breath, finished and called it a day!

Don't be fooled by his seemingly quick and easy defeat of the evil spirits; the danger involved is far more complex than it appears!

Specifically, it means...

"It means it's not difficult at all, everyone can rest assured." Facing the middle-aged police officer and Ed who were eagerly serving him tea and water, Fang Chang waved his hand dismissively, indicating that he could make a hundred of these little evil spirits cry with one punch!

"Hahahaha!" The unrestrained laughter turned the originally terrifying atmosphere into a cheerful one.

"Can we rest now?" After a short break, everyone gathered in the living room again, and the middle-aged police officer asked cautiously.

"Just a little bit more." Fang Chang raised his hand, bringing his thumb close to his index finger, making a gesture.

"Phew~ that puts our minds at ease!" The officer's face showed a relieved expression. Considering the distance between Fang Da's two fingers, both physically and symbolically, the problem should be solved!

"There's only one evil spirit left, and it's also the most powerful one." Seeing everyone's relaxed expressions, Fang Chang continued, somewhat reluctantly.

"Is it that witch?" Rowling asked. After they returned yesterday, they didn't just sit idly by. Their investigation revealed that all the terrifying rumors surrounding the haunted house ultimately pointed to someone believed to be a "witch," the original owner of the house who had cursed everyone who moved into it before her death.

"So when do you think... she'll arrive?" the middle-aged police officer asked nervously, his eyes darting around.

“It’s not that I ‘think’ it is…” Fang Chang turned his head slightly and looked out the living room window. “She should have arrived a long time ago.”

At the same time, a figure that almost blended into the night flashed past the window.

"You all stay put and wait for me to come back." As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Chang got up and walked towards the door, thinking to himself that this witch was quite sensible, knowing that fighting should be done outdoors, and that he could give her a quick death later.

"Karala——"

The door was pushed open, making a rough, scraping sound, as if it hadn't been used for years.

Looking up, a dark shadow flashed by not far away, crashing straight into the trunk of the huge banyan tree by the lake and disappearing.

Without any hesitation, Fang Chang walked over there, completely unaware that, in his blind spot, a piece of grayish-white rag quietly slid in through the skylight on the roof...

Not long after Fang Chang left, everyone was able to catch their breath when faint footsteps echoed from the rooftop.

"Pat-pat-pat-pat-"

The sound of footsteps, accompanied by the noise of something heavy being dragged, came from afar and gradually became clearer.

"Gulu!"

Inside the living room, the middle-aged police officer couldn't help but swallow hard, a sound that was unusually clear in the otherwise quiet living room.

But at that moment, no one cared about his rudeness, because the footsteps had already reached outside the living room.

Everyone stared nervously at the doorway, afraid to move. They felt as if someone was standing silently outside, staring intently at them through the door!

An indescribable sense of oppression enveloped the entire living room. Under the silent fear, everyone felt that even breathing had become difficult.

what to do! ?

Fang Chang, the only one who could deal with the evil spirit, was nowhere to be found, and everyone present began to panic.

The kind-hearted Ed tightened his grip on the crucifix, his brow furrowing.

We used to be able to exorcise demons simply by sprinkling holy water and chanting scriptures. Why are the evil spirits here so difficult to deal with, and why do they even manifest themselves and fight people hand-to-hand?

Were all the exorcists we encountered in the past just lowly creatures that these big shots wouldn't even look at?!

"Kala la la la—"

The sudden sound of the door opening caused everyone below to hold their breath for a moment.

A gentle breeze carrying the stench of decay blew into the living room.

"Are you... waiting for me?"

The intermittent, hoarse voice sent a chill down your spine.

The next second, the lights suddenly began to flicker violently, and a strange figure with long hair draped over his chest suddenly appeared in front of the middle-aged police officer under the flickering lights!

Before the police officer could call for help, he was grabbed by the neck by the seemingly frail figure in front of him and lifted into the air!

"Ah!!!" Upon seeing such a horrific scene, the Perrin daughters began to scream irrationally.

Ed gritted his teeth, took out a cross and a thick little book from his pocket, and prepared to rush up to save people!

Finally, a voice that put everyone at ease suddenly came from the doorway.

"Tsk! Wandering ghosts... they've even learned military tactics?"