Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

The ghost king's self-will ability for feelings is so admirable. Even though his gaze is about to burn a hole in the photo, he can still put the photo down slowly, smoothing the creases he made without attracting attention. And insert it into the space on the photo album.

Then he could close the photo album and hand it to Lao Xingtou, with a cute smiling face and a "Thank you, Grandpa".

The sad breath that made greedy feel unhappy was quickly suppressed by his master, pressed back to the bottom of his heart, and put a heavy lock on it.

He clicked his tongue lightly, turned around and went out.

Even though the smell in the room is not so bad now, that guy's calm face is even more annoying.

Although Liguan Town is a place where funeral supplies are produced, surprisingly, there is not much unpleasant smell. People here see those coffins and paper figurines as a normal part of life. Climbing up and down a stack of coffins, the adults next to them just yelled at them to be careful not to fall, and had no intention of driving them away.

What a peaceful place.

Greedy sighed in his heart, and started to wander around. His face attracted the attention of many people, but most of them just took a few glances and said nothing.

Then he saw the young man he saw at Old Xingtou.

The young man was squatting in front of a paper making shop, studying the gold and silver paper placed there.He took out one and pinched it casually with his fingers, a round ingot took shape in his hand.

He conveniently handed the ingot to the passing child, and he took another one and continued pinching.The owner of the store was standing not far from him, turning a blind eye to his almost blatant robbery, and he was obviously an acquaintance.

interesting.

Tan swayed over and successfully intercepted the next ingot when the young man handed it to the child. The child who lost the toy at his fingertips opened his mouth to express his dissatisfaction by crying. "Calm" emotional cues.

The child shut up, ran away, greedily took the ingot and threw it away, satisfied with its plump and round figure.

The young man stopped his movements, he frowned and looked at Tan.

"...What are you..." He stopped in the middle of the sentence, and then fell silent.

"Visitors." He emphasized the last word.

"What does Guizi have to do with you?" The young man looked him up and down, frowning, "You two look alike."

"People say we are like brothers," he always replied, "You know him?"

"I know you." The young man curled his lips, "He asked you to come?"

"It is."

"Is it or is it not?" The young man suddenly became stubborn, "Just say it."

"No, the reason we came here has something to do with him, but he didn't say anything about this place, nor did he ask us to come." Without hesitation, Tan said.

"That's good." The young man seemed relieved.

"Why, he can't tell?"

"Yes," the young man nodded. "He swore back then that he would never get close to a ghost town in his life, and he was never allowed to tell outsiders about the ghost town."

The young man's eyes suddenly sharpened: "If you want him to really break the oath...humph."

No wonder there is nothing related to Zhang Fei's memory surface.

Greedy thought for a while, and changed the question: "Are you from Ghost Town?"

"Yes." The young man nodded, with a calm expression on his face, neither humble nor overbearing, as if his hometown was just an ordinary place, "I'm out shopping."

"shopping?"

"Here," the young man shook the gold and silver paper in his hand, "I bought four or five hundred dollars today."

A knife is a hundred sheets... No wonder the shopkeeper doesn't care that he plays with paper.

"Why buy so much?"

"It's almost time, of course I have to buy it." The young man had an expression of "Why don't you even know this", "It's still a little, I have to continue to buy it, and I have to send it back immediately after I buy it—— Why am I so unlucky?"

Mentioning his mission, the young man seemed very depressed, even lost interest in playing with paper.Tan was silent for a while: "Can you take someone to the ghost town?"

"You can't." The young man looked at him vigilantly, "I don't know what you are, but absolutely not."

"not me."

"That kid following you?" Although the young man looked only in his twenties, he called Zhong Cuo this way, "He..."

He stopped, pressed his head, and muttered softly: "What is he..."

"It's either a bad person or," Tan encouraged, "I'm not afraid to tell you that something happened to Zhang Fei, so I have to use his birth date..."

A strange smile suddenly emerged from the corner of the young man's mouth: "And he never told anyone?"

"Correct."

He bowed his head and muttered something, the young man sighed: "I don't know either, I'm about the same age as him, it's impossible to know when he was born. The adults didn't tell me either—it was like this before he left, and after he left And no one said it."

There was a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone, like a child dissatisfied with differential treatment.

"Then can you go back and ask?" Greedy suggested without hope.

"No," the young man shook his head, "It's useless for me to go back and say, unless someone goes with me."

"Then there is no other way." Greedy sighed slightly, and prayed for Zhong Cuo reluctantly in his heart.

Although he didn't know what Kong Se was thinking, it was obviously a plan that would make the little ghost king suffer a lot...

In fact, Tan felt that he was wronged, he had no intention of occupying Zhang Fei's body at all.Although he does not admit it on the surface, his consciousness is indeed derived from the soul of Emotion Fruit and Zhang Fei.

To put it bluntly, Zhang Fei is like his father, not related by blood, but with a stronger soul bond.

The kinship in the soul is hard to break, even if he is "evil" at root, he still can't be unfavorable to Zhang Fei-it's not an advantage to say a few words.

That day, he was sleeping peacefully curled up in the corner of Zhang Fei's soul, but suddenly there was a violent soul fluctuation. When he woke up, Zhang Fei's warm soul was gone, leaving a cold, empty shell .

Greedy for a few seconds, then a voice came: "Something went wrong, I need your help."

He also knew that voice, Kongse, his creator, but Tan didn't feel the same way about Kongse as Zhang Fei did, so he immediately questioned and asked for an explanation.

"I encountered some troubles. I was sleeping just now, and I didn't have time to stop it." Kong Se's voice was so calm that there was no emotion, "I will temporarily occupy Zhang Fei's body for you later. You want to..."

"That's not an explanation!" As soon as this proposal came out, I felt a wave of disgust instinctively, "I don't believe it's too late for you! Do you think I don't know what you are?"

The careless—or unwilling to think—Zhang Fei didn't notice, but greed is not a fool, and the power of the evil fruit also contains innate knowledge, allowing him to guess the identity of the sojourner.

Kong Se was silent for a moment: "I'm really too late, you don't have to believe it—but believe me, if you don't help me, it will be even worse for Zhang Fei."

He suddenly smiled: "Don't say anything else, if I say something bad about you after he comes back... Do you think he believes me or you?"

This is the threat of Hongguoguo.

Tan believes that Zhang Fei will not become hostile to him because of Kong Se's few words, but a little estrangement cannot be avoided, and he hates it.

So Greed had no choice but to grit his teeth and do it—God knows how upset he was when he said those words, but fortunately he can rely on other people's depression to make him happy.

Kong Shi's instructions seemed inexplicable, but after following them one by one, Tan probably understood a little bit of his intentions.

Contrast, contrast, stimulation... Kong Shi is almost trying his best to push the limit of Zhong Cuo's tolerance. The method is very gentle, and the effect will not be visible for a while, but the accumulation is enough for him.

But why?Zhong Cuo has no grudge against him, right?Didn't the previous generations of ghost kings still have a father-son relationship in name?

"...What are you thinking about?"

The young man's voice finally dragged Tan back from his hard thinking, and Tan shrugged: "Think about something—by the way, what is it like in the ghost town? Are there really ghosts?"

The young man grinned: "Did you forget what I just said? Don't think about it, you won't know it in your life."

He stretched himself: "For her sake, it's okay to take him in, but I don't dare to guarantee whether I can enter that place, he... doesn't smell like you, but it's not normal either. "

Seeing him puzzled, he smiled kindly, and quietly threw a hint of "don't think too much", the young man was relieved quickly, and wandered back to Lao Xingtou's house muttering "it's time for dinner".

Greedy went back to the wrong clock and had completely cleaned up his emotions, and was wearing an apron to help Lao Xingtou cook.The young man immediately leaned forward and was allowed to sit on the table after being knocked several times by the tiger-faced old Xing.

Halfway through the meal, the young man suddenly said without thinking: "Want to go to the ghost town? I can take you."

Zhong Cuo was startled, and said in surprise: "You..."

"He told me this afternoon," the young man poked at Tan, who immediately showed a cordial and friendly smile, "You guys are doing it for the sake of ghosts. Really can't, I can't do anything - this person can't go in, something will happen."

Zhong gave a sideways glance, and continued to laugh calmly.There was nothing he could do about this man's thick skin, Zhong Cuo turned to the young man and nodded solemnly: "Thank you."

"I can't help it. For my aunt's sake, I have to help." The young man shrugged. "By the way, my name is Jin Yang. According to my seniority, I am his cousin."

He blinked and looked at Zhong Cuo very excitedly: "What is your relationship with him, what should I call me?"

"... Hello, cousin." Zhong Cuo said respectfully.

"Just call me brother, you don't have to be so polite..." Jin Yang shrank his neck and said depressedly.

Zhong Cuo raised the corners of his mouth, and things finally made some progress, which finally made him feel better.Suddenly remembered something he had cared about for a long time, Zhong Cuo asked casually: "By the way, why did you call him Guizi?"

As a nickname, this is too strange...

Hearing this, Jin Yang suddenly stopped his chopsticks.

He looked at Zhong Cuo silently, with an expression like a combination of "what's the point of asking" and "it's useless to ask" - picking up the bowl again, he calmly replied: "The child of the dead is not called a ghost." Boy, what should I call it again?"