I'm being watched by a sword

Chapter 380

"Brother Guijiu, I have a plan, I don't know if I should say it or not?"

After Ye Wuguang finished speaking, his eyes drifted quietly on Gui Jiu's body.

The dim magic lamp in the conference hall made a flickering sound of clicking and clicking, and the Yin Qi was unconsciously heavy.

But this is precisely the atmosphere that the ghost clan especially likes!

Gui Jiu's skinny and fleshless fingertips were gently stroked and turned, and the big elder ring on his fingers smiled and said:

"Wu Guang, just say what you have to say! Between the four of us, you don't have to worry about anything, and there's no need to chatter? Just say what you want!"

Ye Wuguang has the youngest seniority, and is nearly a hundred years younger than the other three.

So he speaks with more scruples.

Be cautious when discussing matters, lest you say something wrong, offend other ghosts, and bring unnecessary trouble to your own group.

Gui Jiu's words seemed to give Ye Wuguang a reassurance, making him dare to say what he wanted to say:
"People in the world don't know that we have cracked the Liuyun Yellow Stone, so Huang Tianli naturally has no way of knowing."

"Then why don't we follow the plan and set a trap and wait for him to come in automatically?"

"In this way, we can not only resolve the current crisis, but also let the world know that our ghost race is not easy to mess with!"

Cang Wujiang laughed loudly and said: "The world has long known that our ghost race is not easy to mess with!"

As he spoke, he suddenly changed the subject and said:
"Otherwise, with Liuyun Huangshi's sharp weapon against our ghost clan, which human race doesn't have the ambition to destroy the ghost clan?"

Gui Jiu raised his hand to stop Cang Wujiang from continuing.

After a short pause, he said slowly:

"What Wuguang said is not impossible, but for the survival of the ghost clan, we still have to make another preparation."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the other three, and the three of them understood the deep meaning in that gaze after a little thought.

"Return to the ghost cave! Die to avoid disaster!"

This is what the Ghost Clan does for every major change, and it turns out that their approach is very effective.

How many foreign races have been annihilated into ashes in the history of more than 300 years, but the ghost races have always remained.

Even if a small clan is exterminated, as long as they return to the ghost cave and recuperate for a period of time, even if there is only one orphan left in that ghost clan, it can be revived again.

This is how ghosts survive in troubled times.

...

The next day, the sky was bright and the morning breeze was cool.

The husband and wife of Baron and Ella took their daughter Lucy, accompanied by Bai Qianqian and other three ghosts, and took the magic underground train to the main courtyard of the Sword Academy to find Lu Shan to release the shackles on Lucy.

When checking in the ticket.

Because of Bai Qianqian's appearance and the fact that they bought special tickets for foreigners, they attracted the attention of the ticket inspector.

"You must be a white-clothed ghost!"

With that said, the ticket inspector took Bai Qianqian's tender little hand, stared at her almost perfect face with burning eyes, and sighed:
"The white-clothed ghost clan who claims to have extremely pure blood and flawless appearance! Even when the white-clothed holy city was built, our city lord was even named after white-clothed!"

Bai Qianqian twitched her face, pulled out the hand that was being held, and said with a non-smiling smile: "I'm sorry, you misidentified the ghost, I'm not a white-clothed ghost, I just look like it!"

The lady ticket inspector looked Bai Qianqian up and down, and said incredulously and doubtfully:

"It shouldn't be, I just studied "Ghost Clan History White Clothes Ghost Clan Special Record", I will definitely not read it wrong!"

Because of the personal hobbies of the ticket inspector lady, there has been a pause for a long time, so voices of dissatisfaction came from behind.

"Are you still checking the ticket? If you don't check it again, I will complain to you!"

When the ticket inspector heard that a foreigner wanted to complain about her, she hurriedly stamped Bai Qianqian's ticket.

She started to check the ticket again, but she still had big doubts in her mind:
"When I was studying, I got full marks in the history of the ghost clan."

"During this period of time, because of the frequent attacks on the underground trains by alien races, our station staff were asked to reconstruct the history of alien races."

"In the past few days, I just happened to be reviewing the history of the ghost clan. It stands to reason that it is impossible to read it wrong?"

"But the white-clothed ghost race, didn't they perish because of the conspiracy of the savior Allen? What a hell! Could it be that I really misread it?"

The ticket inspector, who was caught in self-doubt, was a little dazed, and with a snap, she put the poke on the arm of an orc with a tauren body.

The bull-headed orc stared blankly at the beautiful human female ticket inspector, and asked in a low voice:

"Miss Terran, can my arm be used as a bus ticket?"

The lady ticket inspector was startled when she saw the covered arm of the foreigner in front of her, and apologized repeatedly.

The bull-headed orc didn't hold her accountable because of the beauty of the ticket inspector, but asked for her communication number.

Because of her guilt, the ticket inspector pushed the communication number of the old Zhangtou next door to the orc with the head of a bull.

This also led to a lot of misunderstandings later, it's really eye-catching, so don't mention it!
...

Six people boarded the underground train.

Lucy, trembling in pain, was held tightly in Ella's arms.

Barron patted her on the back lightly.

Bai Qianqian took a nap on the small table.

In order to convince those old stubborn, she almost stayed up all night.

In addition, in the past few days, Lucy's condition has always come and gone. She has been worried about the little girl's condition, and has not slept very well.

After getting on the train, she suddenly relaxed, and drowsiness followed.

The other three ghosts were guards sent by Ghost Nine and the others.

Because of Bai Qianqian's extreme importance, one of the three even has an immortal level, and the cultivation of the other two is not weak, and they are already in the realm of half-immortals.

But Bai Qianqian and the others didn't know, and thought they were just ordinary guards.

Even though the lineup was strong, the three of them still did not slack off in the slightest, and the instructions of the elders of the ghost clan were still in their ears:

"The importance of the orphan in white is self-evident."

"You are all elites who came from the hole spring in the ghost cave. You should understand the importance of the saint in white to the hole spring. I don't need to say more about the importance of the hole spring to the ghost clan!"

Among the three, the immortal name is Cang Jiujiang, the younger brother of Cang Wujiang, the patriarch of the Canggui clan, and he has been a fairy for more than forty years.

Before leaving, Cang Wujiang warned Cang Jiujiang like this: "If Qianqian dies, you don't have to come back, find a place to bury yourself!"

Cang Jiujiang is cautious and low-key, but he has all the arrogance and arrogance that ghosts and immortals should have.

This is exactly what Cang Wujiang is worried about.

As for the other two, they are Liu Yingcheng from the Liu Ying Ghost Clan and Ye Wuhua from the Ye Ghost Clan.

Liuying Cheng has the lowest level of cultivation, only level XVI, but he has inherited some of the excellent qualities of the Liuying Ghost Clan, such as resourcefulness.

And Ye Wuhua, as the S-level assassin of the Yegui clan, had a brilliant record of assassinating the enemy's fairy-level leader on the battlefield.

Gui Jiu handed over the orphan in white to the three tribesmen, and he was very relieved, even more relieved than guarding Bai Qianqian himself.

The train ran along the dim underground tunnel, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang forward, like an underground steel dragon.

Under the dark night, I don't know how much weight this steel dragon is carrying.

(End of this chapter)