Chapter 172 I am also a demon
Fang Han is the reincarnation of the devil, so naturally he has no emotional attachments. He decides to take action and leave no one alive. In a blink of an eye, three corpses fall to the ground. Fang Ling'er is stunned and can't believe that such a disaster will happen.

Fang Han looked at him and felt no emotion at all.

'The worldly affairs, the worldly people, the time is wasted, the ups and downs, if you can't achieve eternal life, you will end up in the mortal world. The small love or the big love, if you don't understand the true meaning, will eventually become a shackle.'

At this point, the only shackles on Fang Han's body in the world have been cut off by his own hands. This act of severing worldly ties has killed the kind-hearted young man in the past, and the one standing here is the bloodthirsty, heartless and loveless Demon Lord Hun Tian.

Not far from here is Taizhou City, where Fang Han’s third opportunity lies.

Taizhou City.

Fang Han put down his bowl and chopsticks, ignoring the strange looks from the people around him. These days, when he was hungry, he picked some wild fruits and hunted some prey to fill his stomach. He practiced hard and squeezed himself, so it was inevitable that he would suffer losses.

The Eight Yuan Spirit Plant had been refined into a pill and taken. He was originally a master of the art of weapons and pills. His skills could be eroded with each reincarnation, but the art of pill refining could not be lost.

After looking at the people on the road, Fang Han withdrew his gaze. Once upon a time, he was just like these common people, running around everywhere, but was forced into a desperate situation by this world and ended up with a bloody head.

He looked at an old house in the city. No one lived there, but Fang Han knew that although there was no one, there were ghosts. In his previous life, a big case happened here. An evil Taoist stole babies and raised a ghost mother. The Taoist was also stupid. He only lingered in several nearby cities to commit crimes. He was finally discovered by someone. It is said that when the case was uncovered, hundreds of infant skeletons and dozens of pregnant women were unearthed. Fang Han happened to pass by and learned about this and made a note of it.

The ghost mother is just a raw material. Her full name is the Nine-Child Ghost Mother. She feeds on the souls of infants and gives birth to nine ghost babies. However, it is a waste of resources to use these ghost babies in fighting. Taking the ghost babies and refining them into Cicada Shell Pills can improve one's aptitude.

Fang Han was unaware of the situation at first, but he found out the recipe by accident, and after connecting the dots, he discovered that there was a secret.

The evil man's cultivation level is not very high, nor does he know many magic tricks, but he can travel to several cities to commit crimes. The family of the missing baby went to the government to report the case. The ghost mother is not far from the government office. Even if it is dark under the lamp, there is a real cultivator hidden in the city. He is the descendant of a Xuantan God. The temple of the God is not far away. Can't he see it?

If the evil person acted carefully, how could he be caught? Fang Han heard that when the man was committing a crime, he was followed to his lair by a righteous knight. The knight saw a ghost inside and broke into the Xuantan Temple, shouting it out to half the people in the city. When the true Taoist found out, he acted with lightning speed and captured the person directly, which made him famous and attracted more people to worship him.

'In the previous life, the true cultivator captured the evildoer and took the ghost mother and ghost baby away with him. They disappeared without a trace. I'm afraid they had been raising them for a long time, and when they saw that the truth was revealed, they killed them!'

Fang Han thought silently, but he was not angry. If he was talking about evil, he didn't know how many human souls he had sacrificed in his previous life. If he was talking about evil, he had also massacred an entire city. He had seen too many things like the Ghost Mother, and he knew that he was a devil.

He only cared about how much benefit he could gain from this matter. In his previous life, everyone said that he was born a devil, heartless and without love, and without humanity. He just smiled and said, "Who says I am heartless and without love? Of course I have love, and it is great love. It's just that the person I love is myself."

Thinking of this, Fang Han roughly made a plan. He didn't want to take such a risky thing, but his talent was too poor. He was slow at every step. If he didn't want to waste his time and have his life shortened by the cold moon and warm sun, he could only take a risky step.

"If you don't use yourself as a chess piece and just hide behind others, how can you have great courage? The road is difficult, and everyone is fighting for it. Fighting for life or death, even if I die halfway, I will have no regrets if I make others laugh!"

Then, in the middle of the night, there were sounds of fighting in the haunted house.

"cough!"

Fang Han covered his mouth and coughed out half a mouthful of blood, which fell into his palm and was swallowed by him. The corpse of the evil man was lying beside him. The ghost mother was actually more difficult to deal with than the evil man, only because the evil man had a sword in his hand, which was the nemesis of ghosts and a magical weapon to drive away ghosts, and this was how he restrained the ghost mother.

"How did this evil man get such a high-quality demon-exorcising tool? Sure enough, someone must have planned it."

He took out the ghost flag that he had prepared long ago. The ghost flag was the size of a palm and contained some Yin energy. It was made by Fang Han using the spirit robe and mixed with some bone powder. It was not a good treasure and could only be used to store some ghosts.

If this banner is refined a few more times with more materials, its name will become bigger and it will be called the 'Banner of Ten Thousand Souls'. With one wave of the banner, ten thousand ghosts will follow it. In his previous life, Fang Han had recruited people from several cities to refine one and he was very familiar with it.

He held the Sword of the Evil Slayer in his hand and drove the ghost mother into the banner, then threw the Sword of the Evil Slayer at his feet. 'If I come earlier, there will only be eight ghost babies, and the Cicada Molting Pill will be less powerful. I must leave here quickly. If I am late, I am afraid I will be left here too.'

The Sword of Evil-Slaying was a disaster. Even though it had a thousand powers, Fang Han did not dare to take it. He stuffed the Ghost Banner into his arms and ran out madly. There were still spectators outside the house who were attracted by the sound of swords and weapons. Fang Han did not stop and ran straight out of the city. When he came to the base of the city wall, the gate had already been closed. He used a wall-walking technique and left the city in a moment.

Without hesitation, Fang Han took out the only two Qi Gathering Pills and stuffed them into his mouth together. A stream of pure medicinal power transformed into magic power to sustain his energy.

His figure turned and ran at a very fast speed. He only slowed down when he was a hundred miles away. One reason was to save some mana, and the other was to recover his strength.

"It's a hundred miles away, but for a Buddhist, it only takes a little effort to get there. If there is someone following behind, they should show up by now, right?"

Fang Han thought about it and looked behind him. It was pitch black under the cover of night. There was no light of fire and no human voice.

After running for dozens of miles on and off, Fang Han finally stopped, found a big rock to sit on, and rubbed his calves.

"This body is too worn out. Once the Cicada Shell Pill is refined, I will need to find some spiritual herbs to repair the body."

Fang Han thought about it, stopped, and prepared to recover some magic power.

"Have you had enough running, little friend?"

A kind voice was heard, and a figure appeared in front of Fang Han.

When Fang Han heard the kind voice, he felt cold from head to toe.

"I have some things left with you, please hand them over and don't hurt our relationship," said the man.

Fang Han didn't say anything. He took a look and saw that it was a Taoist wearing a crane cloak. He engraved that appearance in his mind and threw out several flying knives with his hands.

The flying knife had only been roughly refined. It was the best material Fang Han could find at the moment and was just a showpiece.

Seeing the flying knife coming, the Taoist's eyes became fierce and he raised his hand to knock the flying knife down. However, he didn't expect that there were several poison pills hidden on the side of the flying knife. After being activated by Fang Han's magic power, they turned into a poisonous smoke that enveloped the Taoist's body.

Taking advantage of this gap, Fang Han poured all the magic power in his body into the black shuttle.

The Taoist held his breath, waved his sleeves, and used strong wind to blow away the poisonous smoke. When he raised his eyes, he saw a flash of black light beside Fang Han. He didn't know what kind of magic weapon it was, but he knew that he was trying to escape.

"Don't run away, little thief."

As he spoke, he moved closer and pressed his palm hard on Fang Han's chest. Then a black light flashed and he disappeared with Fang Han.

"Damn it, damn it, this thief is damnable." The Taoist cursed a few times, feeling helpless.

Thousands of miles away, Gu Qingyuan, who had just returned home, was stunned when he saw the person who had descended from the sky.

"Is your talent for picking up things so overbearing? You're throwing dying people to me? Next time, if you have spiritual fruits, you won't just stuff them into my stomach, right?"

(End of this chapter)