Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

The strings sound, the wind moves.

The moment the crossbow arrows flew in, Zhong Cuo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to dodge, but felt that there was more strength on his shoulders.

Zhang Fei...?

Before he could figure it out, the crossbow bolt had already pierced through the wind, passed by his face, and shot into a cloud of gray fog behind him.

The gray mist let out a scream, and the whole thing exploded, and the smell of burning was scattered.

"I still have no brains to bind ghosts. I didn't expect to know how to make noises." Flipping his hands, the man's only exposed eyes looked at Zhong Cuo with disdain.

Zhong Cuo looked at him silently, without speaking.Zhang Fei sighed, and took his hand from Zhong Cuo's shoulder: "Thank you for your help, but can you tell me first next time?"

"Why?" The man sneered, his eyes glanced at the spirit ring on Zhang Fei's wrist, and then looked at his face for a while, then sighed artificially, pretending to be an old-fashioned adult: "So You are a ghost king priest...it's a pity."

"pity?"

"Yeah, I think you are a good person, but you have to give your life to the underworld. Isn't it a pity?" The man casually removed the crossbow on his wrist, took off his mask, and took out a coat from his backpack to cover off the bits and pieces on his body. .In a matter of seconds, he has gone from "oddly-dressed man" to "bloated-dressed man".Although it was still strange, it was much more normal than before.

Touching the white cat on his shoulder, the man turned around, gave Zhong a wrong look for the last time, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Why do you think there is a word for sacrifice in the word priest? It's because they were just brought by the underworld. Grinding the ghost king's offering—that's all."

"What a weird person..." Zhang Fei couldn't help muttering as the man left.He glanced at the clock, and was not surprised to find that the little ghost's face was very bad, so he stretched out his hand to pinch his face with a smile, and was opened without any suspense.

"Why are you with him?" Zhong Cuo asked sullenly.

"I accidentally entered Ghost Realm, and was rescued by his cat, and brought here again." Zhang Fei explained.

"Yes, yes." Xiao Diao, who had been shrinking behind Zhang Fei, poked his head out at this moment, "His cat is so powerful! It almost killed me! I can guarantee that it is definitely not..."

He was about to complain, but saw Zhong Cuo hooking his hand at him, and the ghost who felt summoned by his master immediately floated over and landed on Zhong Cuo's palm.With a sneer, Zhong Cuo clenched his fist without hesitation, pinching him whole in the palm of his hand.

"Forgive me, master!"

"Excuse me? I asked you to save people, what happened?" Zhong Cuo continued to exert force with a dark face, and Xiao Diao wailed twice, Min Min realized that he would only be pinched to death by the angry Zhong Cuo, so he was in pain Make up your mind to atone for your crime.

Gathering all his strength, he yelled out heart-piercingly.I saw the surrounding space tremble violently, and after the ground-bound ghosts dispersed, the ghost domain that still took advantage of the lingering yin qi shattered. for reality.

Yes, reality.

In the supermarket, pedestrians coming and going stopped together and looked at the big and small ones that suddenly appeared in the middle of the supermarket.The lord's face was flushed (from the roast just now), and most of his clothes were untied, he looked like a drunk.The child was holding a big knife like the one used by Guan Gong, his face was very ugly, and he was clenched into a fist with one hand, as if he was about to hit someone.

Such two people would attract attention even if they were walking on the street, let alone popping out of the middle of the supermarket suddenly?

How did they... get out?

Desperately poking his head out of Zhong Cuo's hand, Xiao Diao looked around triumphantly, deeply feeling that his sword is not old-even if his cultivation base has lost more than half of it, he can still easily break through the ghost domain, what is this called?This is called strength~ He was arrogating, but Zhang Fei's slap covered his head, and before he even had time to hum, Xiao Dia rolled his eyes and passed out.

Grabbing Zhong Cuo, Zhang Fei decisively rushed out of the supermarket at the fastest speed under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"I will never come to this ghostly place again!" He gritted his teeth and swore when he rushed out of the commercial building gate.

***

"Fuck that fucking fat pig, you gave me such a small amount of money..." After counting the money in the envelope three times from beginning to end, Song Guimu became angry Throwing the envelope into the backpack.

The white cat on his shoulder raised its paw and patted his face, as if comforting or encouraging.Song Guimu sighed, and lazily walked down the street with a big bag on his back.He dressed up strangely, and attracted countless people's attention along the way, but he ignored him, put his hands in his pockets and walked on his own, whistling all the way.The messy hair, the big bag behind him, and the strange clothes make him look like an artist who thinks he is talented but can't find a way out.

The white cat on the shoulders closed its eyes, and swayed its tail to the melody of his whistle. It didn't open its eyes until the whistle stopped.

Song Guimu stopped outside the window of a store. The glass of that store was polished so that it looked like a big mirror. He looked at himself on the glass, with his fingers entangled in messy hair, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"What do you think of my hairstyle? Would it be better to dye it back?"

"Meow~"

"It's true that I wanted to dye it like this at the beginning, but don't you think it's more handsome this way?"

"Meow."

"I don't regret it, it's just..." After rubbing his hair twice, Song Guimu found to his annoyance that it was impossible for his hair to become straight after rubbing it twice.He sighed, turned his head, and looked at the building across the road.

Under the sunshine, the sign of No.1 People's Hospital in Linshan City was shining brightly.

A glint of haze flashed in his eyes, and Song Guimu quickly brushed his hair a few times to make his miscellaneous hair look softer, and he tidied up his clothes until he felt that his appearance was enough to be "serious" At the edge of the word, he pulled the big bag on his shoulder and walked to the hospital.

He came to the corridor with the smell of disinfectant several times and got annoyed, but Song Guimu didn't show any dissatisfaction on his face at this time.He hurriedly ran up the stairs, all the way to the inpatient department, and when he turned a corner, he almost ran into a person holding something.

"You..." Song Guimu was about to get angry, but after seeing the other party clearly, he quickly lowered his head and called out politely, "Aunt Lin."

"Xiao Song?" The middle-aged woman known as Aunt Lin saw him with a smile on her amiable face, "To see your brother?"

"Yeah." Song Guimu nodded, "My brother...how is it?"

"You look much better. If you say that this big hospital is better than those small places, that's the price..." Aunt Lin was about to chatter, but when she saw the eager expression on Song Guimu's face, she had to stop, "You come here Then go and see him, your brother should miss you too."

"En." Quickly replied, Song Guimu ran towards the ward.

Glancing at his back, Aunt Lin slowly put away the smile on her face.She sighed, shook her head, and walked slowly down the stairs.

This ward is the one with the best location among the single wards. It is sunny and ventilated, and the lawn of the hospital is outside the window.Looking out from the window, the eyes are full of green, with dots of flowers in between, which makes people feel comfortable.

Song Guimu stood in front of the door, his whole body tensed like a bowstring. He pressed the doorknob with his hand, but he didn't dare to press it all at once. He could only push the door open with careful force one by one.

On the bed in the ward, a young man was sleeping soundly.

He looked to be in his early twenties, his face was handsome but slightly pale, and he was wrapped in a large hospital gown, which made him look a little thinner.After seeing him, Song Guimu was even more cautious, almost tiptoeing from the door to the hospital bed, and then carefully sat down.

In fact, he also wanted to speak louder. He once fantasized about whether he would accidentally make some noise one day, and the person on the bed would wake up suddenly, just like many made-up coincidences.

But after seeing his appearance, all fantasies came to naught, he just wanted to be as careful as possible, and try not to disturb him as much as possible.

The white cat lightly jumped off his shoulder and landed on the hospital bed.

"Brother, I... I'm here." Song Guimu supported the bed with his hands, and leaned towards the person on the bed, with a nervous smile on his face.

"I made a lot of money today... Those earth-bound ghosts are quite powerful, but unfortunately they can't do anything to me. It's just that pig's head is too annoying, trying desperately to deduct money from me... Sooner or later he will be eaten by ghosts."

"Do you know who I met? Ghost King! It doesn't look like a normal drag...he is not as good as you at all, what kind of vision are those people, going to get this kind of thing..."

He was nagging, and when it came to benefits, he didn't forget to gesture.However, no matter how big the action was, he was still careful, and never touched the person on the bed by mistake.

The words that could be said gradually became almost the same, and Song Guimu's voice lowered a little bit.

"Brother, it would be great if you could go with me..." The unintentional words seemed to have touched some taboo, and a trace of pain flashed in Song Guimu's eyes.He lowered his head, his fingers moved slowly on the bed, and finally touched the man's hand.

The pulse, which was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, came from the fingertips little by little.Only this can give him a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope that he is still alive.

He lowered his head, buried his face deeply in the quilt, together with the trembling voice, and the tears streaming from his eyes.

The white cat leaned over and patted his shoulder carefully with its tail.In the cat's eyes of a different color, there was a trace of sadness that was no different from that of a human being.