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

The blazing golden flames burned for a few minutes before slowly dying down, leaving only a withered old tree that looked as if it had been torn apart by a monster.

"Hahaha, it's not hard at all, not hard at all!"

"I hadn't even used any force, and she was already down, hahahahaha!" The owl-like laughter echoed far and wide in the night sky, while the Perrin family stood together in laughter, feeling an unprecedented sense of security.

The next day, early in the morning.

After receiving profuse thanks from the Perrin family, Fang Chang and the Allens hurriedly left.

Fangzai suddenly remembered that there seemed to be an evil spirit named Anna something in Allen's house, which had scared Allen's daughter at the end of the movie.

Hmm, it's a pretty ugly doll. Putting aside the various eeriness that evil spirits bring, just based on its appearance alone, this thing is a qualified evil spirit.

Based on the principle that even a mosquito leg is meat, Fang Chang decided to go all the way and completely solve the Allen couple's worries.

"I'm so kind!" Fangzai secretly gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

"Wait, I'm so kind-hearted, won't anyone call me a saint?" Fang Zai suddenly felt a chill, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Forget it, I can't hear most people cursing at me anyway," Fang Zai reassured himself. "But what if I did hear it..."

"Hmph! Anyone who curses in front of me can't be a good person. I might have to rid the world of this scourge!" A ruthless glint flashed in Fangzai's eyes. He suppressed his reluctance and made a difficult decision.

Seeing the big shot in the passenger seat's expression constantly changing, the good-natured Ed hesitated to speak.

Perhaps this is the price to pay for becoming a powerful exorcist.

So all that nonchalance before was just an act?

There is no such thing as an effortless exorcism; it is Fang Chang who is bearing the burden for us!

Thinking this way, Ed's expression began to change. Given his fair skin, his complexion was even more pronounced than Fang Chang's!

Speechless all the way.

It speaks louder than a thousand words!

After a long two-hour drive, a drowsy Fangzi finally arrived at his destination. The vastness and sparse population of the area were truly remarkable.

However, considering the level of danger in this world, and combined with the stereotype that foreigners like to court death...

Given the vast land and sparse population, this is perfectly reasonable.

After a simple brain teaser, Fangzi got off the bus feeling refreshed.

"Mom and Dad~ You're back~" A blonde little girl ran happily towards them.

Ed smiled indulgently, stretched out his hands, and then scooped up nothing...

The little girl suddenly jumped into Rowling's arms.

"Mommy, are you going to work today?" the little girl asked, looking up at the table.

“No, honey, and we’ll be resting at home for a while,” Rowling replied with a smile, patting her daughter’s head.

"Yay~" The little girl raised her hands high above her head and happily circled around in the yard.

"Ahem, are you sure there's a problem here?" Ed tried to subtly divert attention.

“We do have some ‘collections’ at home, but they’ve all been mostly disposed of by the church.” Ed frowned, recalling as he spoke, “Ah, I’m absolutely not doubting you, it’s just…”

Fang Chang waved his hand, not letting Ed worry about it too much.

It wasn't that he didn't like seeing others make awkward mistakes, but the house in front of him made him a little uneasy.

If the lakeside villa we just left was a haunted house exuding an ominous aura, then this house in front of us is practically a mound of 'ominous energy,' and then a house carved out of that mound...

"Do you have any money?" After a few seconds of hesitation, Fang Chang turned to the Warrens and asked.

“I have some savings. How much do you need?” Ed asked without hesitation, his arm around his wife. For the safety of his family, there was nothing he wouldn’t give up.

"With your money, is it enough to buy another house like this?" Fang Chang asked, pointing to the couple's large house.

Upon hearing this, Ed frowned even more deeply. "That's enough." Then, as if making a decision, he added, "If all else fails, I can always take out a loan. I have some friends in Washington..."

"Hey, I was just kidding." Seeing that Ed was about to put on a melodramatic act, Fang Chang quickly called a halt.

The burden hadn't even been thrown out yet when it fell.

Fangzai seemed uninterested: "Take me inside now, it's free."

Although somewhat confused, Ed followed immediately, and Rowling quickly stepped forward, telling her mother to take the child out for a stroll nearby.

A faint golden light flashed in his eyes. Fang Chang paused slightly at the door, and without waiting for Ed to give directions, he walked straight towards a room.

It wasn't that Fangzai had developed a new pathfinding skill, but rather that the room was simply too conspicuous in his Spirit Eye state.

It's like a hair salon with a ragged young woman standing at the door; it doesn't need much explanation, you know what I mean.

“This is our collection room.” Ed hurriedly stepped forward and opened the door for Fang Chang, although Grandpa Fang felt it was completely unnecessary.

He could walk in with his eyes closed; it wouldn't matter whether the door was open or not.

Upon entering this so-called collection room, Fang Chang looked around:

The cramped basement had a tiny, almost opaque window hanging in the wall. The room's light came from two alarmingly low-wattage incandescent bulbs overhead. Rows of shelves crammed with belongings fragmented the space...

Good heavens! Fang Chang exclaimed, "Good heavens!"

If this place doesn't become haunted, all this preparation would be for nothing.

They just set up a table at the entrance to charge customers, and they're already open for business—a private haunted house, not for the faint of heart.

"I have something I really need to say!" Fang Chang turned around with a constipated expression. "Given your resources, installing a few brighter lights shouldn't be too much to ask, right?"

"Um, I just think this arrangement creates a better atmosphere..." Ed replied somewhat embarrassedly.

Well, it's normal for exorcists to have unusual hobbies and mental illnesses. Fang Chang stopped worrying about it and flipped his right hand, revealing a super-powerful outdoor light.

"Fortunately, I was prepared!"

Come on, old buddies, let's fight side by side again! Whether in the Amazon rainforest or a dark basement—

"Appear! Light!!!"

Snap, Fangzai turned on the switch.

At that moment, Ed and his wife felt as if a sun was rising suddenly from their basement.

It was incredibly powerful, so powerful that it was blinding.

Along with the light, Fang Chang's powerful magical abilities also spread out.

The pale golden light, like a fungal carpet, quickly climbed up the various collections in the basement.

Some of the less powerful and strange artifacts melted away under the intense heat of the magic, while the slightly stronger artifacts vanished under Fang Chang's focused and concentrated attention.

A faint scream echoed through the basement, and the Warrens, who had just been blinded by the bright light, barely managed to open their eyes.

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