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"What was that just now?"

"Ghost."

"The evolution of ghosts?"

"Accurately speaking, it should be another situation compared with wandering ghosts. Their own yin energy is too strong to invade the human body, but they can use the yin energy to spread out ghost domains and trap people inside..."

"And then kill people?"

"It can also drive you crazy."

"Then why, they suddenly appear around here?"

"Because I'm here."

"The last question, why didn't you tell me before?"

The expected problem, the last problem you want to face.

Zhong Cuo took a deep breath, restraining some emotions in his heart that shouldn't exist.

He had long been mentally prepared to face this day, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

I thought... I could live in peace for a few more days.

The corner of his mouth was raised, drawing a condescending arc, Zhong Cuo looked at the man sitting on the ground with disdain, and said lightly: "There is no way, mortals are really useless."

"..." Frowning slightly, Zhang Fei didn't say anything, just waiting for his next words.

"At first, I thought I could pretend for two more days, but it's fine now, I have enough anyway."

The innocence and cuteness of the past are gone now, and there is unreserved malice in the clear eyes.

"If you don't want to die, get out, you trash who caused me trouble."

Turning around and taking one last look at Zhang Fei, Zhong Cuo said coldly.

...my head hurts.

After going through too many things last night, it was past three o'clock when I got back to bed, but Aunt Hua downstairs got up at seven o'clock every morning to make breakfast, making Zhang Fei unable to sleep because of the noise.

Leaning against the head of the bed, half asleep and half awake, Zhang Fei squinted and glanced around.

... Sure enough, it wasn't there.

Without hope, I probed over to look, and there was no pink hair ball under the bed.

Pressing his temples, Zhang Fei sighed, simply lifted up the Lingling Ring, and pressed the contact button on it.

A light curtain leaked from the beam spirit ring, and before Zhang Fei could feel the technological level of the underworld, Bai Wuchang's face appeared on the light curtain.

He was obviously looking forward to Zhang Fei's first contact.However, when his expectant eyes met Zhang Fei's rare solemn expression, Bai Wuchang was stunned, and his smile also subsided.

After a long silence, Bai Wuchang spoke first: "What happened... What happened?"

"You don't mind talking about something you seem to have forgotten to tell me?" Zhang Fei tilted his head and smiled, the glasses on his face tilted down, and he looked a little decadent.

But in this decadence, there is also a faint anger.

"...Sorry." On the other side of the light curtain, Bai Wuchang lowered his head.

"It's useless to say you're sorry ten thousand times. If you have the time, you might as well tell the truth."

"Did you encounter something?"

"I didn't encounter anything, but last night I found someone running out to play, and I accidentally followed them, and then bumped into some interesting things."

"..." Bai Wuchang's face became more and more ugly, he took a deep breath, and then slowly said: "That should be a 'Yin Soul', the most common type of ghost in the world..."

"Someone has already done this kind of thing, what I want to ask is, why did he say that those ghosts came because of him?"

"...The experience of ghost kings is not as simple as just 'living'. Although they are born with countless combat skills, they need enough time to hone them to use them proficiently." Bai Wuchang explained fluently like memorizing "Therefore, the moment the ghost king arrives in the yang world, they will spontaneously attract all wandering souls within a hundred miles to approach them."

A radius of hundreds of miles... Zhang Fei calculated the area, and his brows could not help but tightened: "Why such an exaggeration?"

"At least in the past, this number was not very exaggerated. After all, most people will go to the underworld through the gate of ghosts after death, and only a few exceptions of less than [-]% will linger in the world and become evil ghosts that may harm the world. And these few Only a few of them will practice on their own and become wandering ghosts or ghosts."

"Before..." Suddenly thought of something, Zhang Fei's expression froze, "When was the last time the Ghost King practiced?"

"..." Bai Wuchang was silent for a moment, then said flatly, "150 years ago."

"150..." Zhang Fei gritted his teeth, "Didn't you calculate how much the population will increase after all these years?"

Glancing at Zhang Fei, who had a fiery expression on his face, Bai Wuchang replied blankly, "Sorry, the population data of Yangjian in Hell is still from 300 years ago."

300 years... Hearing this number, Zhang Fei didn't even have the strength to get angry.

His previous impressions of the underworld were very vague, nothing more than mysterious, sturdy, rich, etc. Now, two more serious impressions have been added to these impressions - pedantic and stupid!

He couldn't figure out how stupid a place must be to make plans with materials from 300 years ago!

"...Is the brains of your ghost bosses and bosses filled with cement?"

"My immediate superior is King Qin Guang, who is currently the shortest one among the ten halls of Yan Luo, only [-] years old." Bai Wuchang remained calm, "By the way, the highest leader of all halls except Yan Luo, The average age of the judges in each hall is seven hundred years old."

"..." Zhang Fei was grateful from the bottom of his heart that they only used expired materials from 300 years ago—it was only 300 years ago!Much better than 800 years ago, isn't it?

"I really admire that you can open this hell well," Zhang Fei said after being silent for a long time, "No wonder you need the ghost king."

Bai Wuchang just smiled wryly at Zhang Fei's sarcasm, and seemed to be used to it: "So, do you want to give up?"

"..." After thinking for a while, Zhang Fei fell silent again.

In fact, counting today, he and Zhong Cuo have only been together for more than a week.

This little time can't cultivate any deep feelings. If he is familiar with him, he is only familiar with that "naive", "cute" and "well-behaved" clock fault.

but……

"...Let me ask, I should not be his first priest, right?"

"Yes." Bai Wuchang nodded, "Since this generation of ghost kings started training, the priests have changed eight times—you are the ninth."

"It's a good number to remember."

Eight times, it's no wonder he became familiar with himself so quickly.

Is this simply practice makes perfect...

"But among them, you were the first one to contact me."

"Are you trying to praise me for being sharp?" Zhang Fei glanced at Bai Wuchang and curled his lips, "In the past few times, the priest gave up on his own initiative?"

"Yes."

"How long did the longest one last?"

"Three months."

"Are there any casualties?"

"……Have."

"Haven't you considered changing this damn rule?"

"Under discussion, estimated time for discussion..."

"Forget it." Zhang Fei waved his hand - he didn't want to hear a number longer than his lifetime.

Bai Wuchang shut up as he said, hanging his head as if he was thinking about something.From time to time, he would quietly raise his eyes to look at Zhang Fei on the other side of the light curtain.

He looks distressed.

Bai Wuchang knew what the man opposite was thinking at this moment, it was nothing more than a battle between sympathy and fear.

That's all for wandering ghosts. What Yinhun is best at is to use all kinds of illusions to arouse the deepest fear in people's hearts-that is simply not something ordinary humans can resist.

It seems that the result this time will not be any different... Ordinary people, after all, are ordinary people.

Knowing this in his heart, he could calmly wait for the result from the man opposite.

But this time, he miscalculated.

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Fei finally raised his head.

"...By the way, there is a question I forgot to ask you."

"Please."

"The ghost king...will cry too?"