Remembering the scene caused chills to run down his spine.
'What Kind of crazy place is this?'
Fang Yang knew that he should have expected this from a place called the Corpse Ghost Sect.
This place has an exceptional understanding of human bodies and the undead. From his memory, he knew that sect h one of the main lineages of the sect focused on body transformation.
They specialised in undead body refinement organ replacement, replacing their body with refined undead parts or organs of Alien Beasts.
Who would have expected that this cute and beautiful Senior sister would be from the same lineage as those lunatics that were trying to tune themselves into a living Corpse!
Damn! With the sect's high achievements in body transformation, Fang Yang didn't even know if the face this Senior sister was wearing was even hers!
Sure enough, nobody in this Corpse Ghost Sect was normal! You're either obsessed with corpses or trying to turn yourself into one!
The shock of seeing someone's eye fall out was too much for the current Fang Yang to handle.
So after politely excusing himself, Fang Yang quickly left the scene but not before reminding Senior sister Zhou to notify him of any high-paying missions that appeared in the mission hall.
….
As Fang Yang left the mission hall there was a constant bad feeling in his stomach.
This trip to the mission hall had been a failure.
Due to his shock, he quickly distanced himself from Zhou Meili and the best way to pay off his debt.
Sighing to himself, Fang Yang just decided to call it a day for now.
Right now the best thing he could do would be to go home and familiarise himself with his spells.
A few minutes later, Fang Yang found himself inside his small shack once again.
But just as he was about to start practising, a loud sound could be heard at the door
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Fang Yang you poor bastard! I know you're in there! My people have seen you walking around the market! If you don't answer I'll feed your sorry ass to the dogs!"
Hearing this roaring voice Fang Yang didn't dare waste time and quickly got up and opened the door.
As soon as he opened the door a short and stout figure rudely brushed by him, knocking him back and entering the house.
Just from the way he acted, you could believe that this was his own place.
Looking at the man in front of him Fang Yang felt both anger and terror.
The person in front of him was a short fat man, with countless space bags hanging on his waist and qi artefacts around his neck, making him exude the air of a nouveau rich
But Fang Yang didn't dare openly despise this man.
Liu Heng.
His sister was the most favoured concubine of an inner sect disciple and it just so happened that this sister doted on the man quite heavily, allowing him to run rampant in the outer sect.
As a result of this and his connections in the inner sect, Liu Heng was one of the heads of the spirit stone loaning business in the outer sect.
As Liu Heng stepped into Fang Yang's Low-end shack, his face turned into one of utter disgust as if he had just stepped in a pile of shit.
Not wanting to waste another second in this impoverished place, Liu Heng got straight to the point.
"So Fang Yang, you should know what I'm here for by now. Where is the money?"
As soon as Fang Yang heard this question, his heart skipped a beat and he realised that the dreaded time had come.
Instantly, a flattering smile appeared on his face as he turned towards Liu Heng
"Brother Liu, you know my circumstances. I just got back from my journey and haven't completely gathered the spirit stones to repay the debt yet. If you could just give me 3, no, just 2 weeks then I'll be able to pay it back in full."
As soon as Liu Heng heard this a sneer appeared on his face.
"Fang Yang, do you take me for a fool? Where the fuck is a poor ghost like you going to get the money to repay 150 spirit stones in 2 weeks. A loser like you couldn't get so much money even if you sold your soul!"
As Fang Yang watched the fat man only at the 3rd level of Qi refining spew insults and spittle at him he felt the veins on his head bulge.
Suddenly a dark thought popped into his mind
'Should I just kill him now?'
His Battle Saint Corpse puppet had the strength of a Mid-stage Qi cultivator and could easily kill the 3rd-level Liu Heng.
The image of Liu Heng, who had been running his mouth, being squashed to death brought Fang Yang some internal satisfaction.
But before he could act on these thoughts, Fang Yang quickly snapped out of it.
He couldn't let those intrusive thoughts win!
For one, why did he have such drastic thoughts in the first place?
Fang Yang wouldn't consider himself a saint, but he sure wasn't someone who would kill for a slight humiliation.
Was the ruthless nature of his predecessor actually influencing his current thoughts?
Fang Yang instinctively wanted to deny such a train of thought, but if it wasn't for that, then there was no reason for Fang Yang to want to kill someone for humiliation. If that really was the case then Fang Yang could only be a closet psychopath and Fang Yang found that conclusion to be even more unbelievable
"Slap!"
Before Fang Yang could conclude his thoughts he suddenly felt a hot searing pain across his face that made his thoughts spin.
Who am I?
What am I?
Where am I?
Before Fang Yang could adjust his senses, a loud roar sounded in his ears.
"Bastard! I'm talking to you and you actually dare be absent-minded" roared Liu Heng
"Are you actually looking to die?"