Having walked for an entire day and night, Wu Zong couldn't take it any longer. He stood in his spot and stared at Fangzheng. "Darn monk. You've followed me an entire day and night. I've had enough! F**k, I'm calling the cops!"
By now, Wu Zong no longer thought of Fangzheng as a ghost. Which ghost would have a shadow and still walk under the sun? There were just too many things that couldn't be explained.
With that said, Wu Zong took out his cell phone and called the police.
"Hello, is this the police? My name is Wu Zong. I'm being pursued by a monk! Yes… What weapon is he using? Uh, he's using a finger to flick my head… Hello? Hello!? Listen to me! I'm not making a prank call or trying to entertain you. I'm serious. He flicks my head over and over, and more importantly, it f**king hurts! Hello?"
