Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

The icy wind passed by, and Zhang Fei's body trembled lightly—his coat had been killed on the upper floor, and now he was only wearing a single shirt, which was still soaked. There is a clear tendency to catch a cold.

After rubbing his arms, Zhang Fei raised his head and looked at the gloomy surroundings.

The one just now should be the dark wind brought by the large-scale movement of ghosts... Could it be...

He was holding a few pieces of ghost crystals in his hand, which were the spoils of war after he had taught a few ghosts just now, and they were already warmed by covering them.

The worries accumulated since entering the maze weighed heavily on his chest. In the beginning, Song Guimu made jokes to divert his attention a little bit, but now...

As if feeling that he had stayed there for too long, the white cat raised its tail and stroked lightly on his face.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine...no."

Boom!

The thick iron chain was pulled on the wall, making a dull sound, and the overlapping ghosts were thrown into the air by this heavy blow, and before they fell, the sharp steel fork had already been inserted obliquely, piercing it violently!

The two men holding iron chains and steel forks are both extremely tall, with thick backs, one has a horse face, and the other has a bull's head. With such standard equipment, I am afraid that no one will mistake their identities...

"Bull's head, horse's face..." He said in a hoarse voice, and Zhong Cuo's hand clenched the handle of the knife.

At this time, the battle has come to the end, and many ghosts attracted by him are running away, and he has time to pay attention to the other two—in all fairness, they are excellent comrades-in-arms, with outstanding strength and tacit cooperation, just now. Without them, Zhong Cuo didn't believe that he could solve the battle without using those 5 minutes...

however……

"Thank you, both of you~" Song Guimu, who had been watching from the sidelines after releasing the bull's head and horse face, was finally willing to move. He patted on the shoulder of the bull's head and then on the back of the horse's face. close.The two of them also responded to him generally, looking at Song Guimu with a touch of warmth in their eyes.

Chong Song Guimu nodded, and the two of them turned into wood carvings again.Song Guimu bent down to pick up the wood carving, put it away, then raised his head and looked at Zhong Cuo.

There was almost blatant provocation in his eyes, Zhong Cuo's eyes turned cold, but unexpectedly he didn't speak.

Bull's head and horse's face, these two words do not refer to a certain person, but a class of ghosts in the underworld.Compared with Black and White Impermanence, the status of Bull Head and Horse Face is slightly lower, but it belongs to the ranks of military officers. If it can be mixed with this level, it is also considered a leader among ghosts in the underworld.

Those two people obviously passed the formal qualification examination, otherwise it would be impossible to appear with this appearance... But why, did they follow Song Guimu?

Countless questions circled in his heart, but Zhong Cuo remained calm on the surface.He put away the knife, wiped the wound left by the battle just now, and said lightly: "Thank you just now."

……that's it?

Song Guimu raised his eyebrows, a little unbelievable that someone's reaction was so flat—generally speaking, shouldn't he be furious that he accepted two ghost servants from the underworld as ghost servants?This is disrespectful to the underworld, it's no different from slapping the ghost king twice in the face.

Half of the reason he asked the bull head and horse face to deal with the ghost summoned by Zhong Cuo, but the other half was to provoke him. It was beyond his expectation that Zhong Cuo was so tolerant, and it also made him feel a little weird.

He could treat Zhong Cuo calmly with the blatant provocation of the underworld, but when Zhang Fei was mentioned just now, he was obviously shaken.

If it wasn't for the rapid evolution of this brat's endurance, then...for him, that priest is even more important than the dignity of the underworld?

...is it possible?

Song Guimu was still thinking, but Zhong Cuo suddenly said, "You hate hell?"

Said it was an interrogative sentence, but the tone was affirmative.

"It's very annoying," Song Guimu snorted, "How many people in our circle like hell? If you can make things more beautiful, there won't be so many lonely ghosts in Yangjian. I can also relax."

"..."

"The number of ghosts is not enough, so we can't cover everything. That's okay. There are too many people now, so it's reasonable to omit some, but..." Song Guimu snorted, "I still admire the stupid system of the underworld, let alone let it go. How ridiculous it is for ten idiots and a piece of rotten wood to decide all the affairs of the underworld. Over the past few thousand years, the system of the underworld has changed countless times, but you still cling to the old rules. It is simply the culmination of 5000 years of dross. Stupid word."

He scolded harshly, and Zhong Cuo pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Since his training, his pride in the underworld has been gradually worn away, replaced by helplessness and...doubt.

He has been blaming his own weakness for the repeated failures in the training, but these days, another idea is slowly rising in his heart.

If the underworld didn't just copy the ghost king's experience again and again, if they could improve it a little... then, wouldn't things be much better?

The seeds of doubt gradually took root in his heart, Zhong Cuo frowned, and suppressed his dissatisfaction—he was the king of ghosts, the defender of the underworld, no matter how old those rules were, they were still the rules of the underworld.

"Did the underworld... have any conflicts with you?" After a long silence, he finally changed the subject.

"The ghost servants I beat up can talk about their plans, do you think there are any conflicts?" Song Guimu sneered, "Aside from other things, don't you think that the underworld would be happy for his employees to elope and become my subordinates—"

"elopement?"

"Yes, I—" Song Guimu's voice suddenly paused, and he raised his head suddenly, scanning the dark surroundings.

An ominous premonition climbed into his heart, and it became tighter and tighter, as if it was wrapped around his neck, making him unable to breathe.

What made him so vigilant, could it be... ghosts?

"Who broke into the Dragon Lord's residence?" A hoarse voice sounded suddenly.

"Experiencing the ghost king, Zhong Cuo," Zhong Cuo signed up politely, "Come here for the fruit of anger."

"...It's about the same as him." Although he really wanted to say "it's none of your business", but considering that this was the first person (ghost?) who seemed to be related to the house dragon since they entered the maze, Song Guimu Still barely polite.

Accompanied by the voices of the two, a figure gradually appeared. His figure looked extremely vague, like a cloud of fog, but barely gathered into a human shape.

"Seeking something?" The figure fluctuated, "Dragon Lord agree?"

"If he doesn't allow us, can we still come in?" Song Guimu curled his lips, "This is his territory."

The figure was silent, as if thinking.After a long time, he said, "How about the Major General?"

"Major General?" Zhong Cuo was slightly taken aback.

"He and Zhuiyun should be stationed on the upper floor."

Chasing the cloud, the upper layer... Song Guimu suddenly had a bad feeling: "The major general you mentioned is probably a zombie..."

The figure didn't answer, but the frequency of the fluctuations became faster and faster.

Song Guimu took half a step back subconsciously: "He's fine, so ask me to bring you a good..."

"Nonsense!" The voice of the figure suddenly rose, and accompanied by the voice full of anger, a stern wind slammed down on Song Guimu!

The wind came so fast that even Song Guimu, who was mentally prepared, had to dodge in embarrassment. A few strands of hair failed to escape, and were chopped off, floating in the air.

The figure was still chasing after him, but the oncoming broken blade made him pause and had to dodge first.

"What's going on?" Zhong Cuo took the time to ask.

"Who killed the person he asked about." Song Guimu replied succinctly.

"Who?!" The figure was furious, and suddenly two ghost claws protruded from the void, one left and one right grabbed the two of them fiercely.

"It has nothing to do with you!" Zhong Cuo said without hesitation when he realized it in a flash.

"Then you will die here!" With the sound of the trombone, a pale figure suddenly appeared in the darkness.The man looked thin and pale, as if he was powerless, but his face was full of ferocity.

He held a long sword in his hand, and in an instant, he had already exchanged several moves with Zhong Wrong.Zhong Cuo spent a lot of energy fighting against the ghosts before, but now he is gradually exhausted.Just as the man took advantage of the victory to pursue, a dazzling lightning suddenly lit up in the void!

"Did you forget someone?"

The bright lightning illuminated the darkness like daylight for an instant. Song Guimu held the talisman in one hand, and pulled the trigger of the crossbow with the other. Seeing the surprise on the opponent's face, he raised the corner of his mouth and pulled it suddenly!

boom!

The wrong broken knife, the ghost breaking crossbow, and the talisman of the celestial master, the three forces combined into one, no matter how strong the ghost fairy is, if he suffered this blow, his vitality would still be severely injured.The pale figure suddenly sank into the darkness without a trace.

Almost at the same time that the ghost fairy disappeared, the environment around them suddenly lit up—then the two of them noticed that before they knew it, they had come to the platform similar to the upper floor.

The same yin and yang fish, the same transparent wall.

"Why is this thing again..." Seeing this thing, Zhong Cuo's bad memories were brought back.

"It seems that we are a little faster than them." Song Guimu said, glancing at the empty opposite.

Zhong Cuo hummed, and slowly walked to the transparent wall to lean against, his eyes glanced to the opposite side from time to time, thoughtfully.

"That ghost is really unreasonable...and no one knows that he can't fight," Song Guimu muttered, "Besides, even if we don't fight, will he let us go?"

"..."

"But he looked powerful, but he was dealt with in two or three hits. It's really thunderous and rainy..."

"..."

"……Thank you."

"?" Zhong Cuo was taken aback.

"You helped me when I beat that guy." Song Guimu snorted, "Although I helped you later, it's even...but I still have to say what needs to be said."

He has never been good at expressing gratitude, let alone facing the ghost king who has always hated him. After meeting Zhong Cuo's eyes for a while, he turned his head uncomfortably, and muttered: "I am reduced to saying thank you to a ghost king...Mr. What a fucking decadence."

The corner of Zhong Cuo's mouth raised slightly, just as he was about to say something, his face suddenly changed.He raised his head and stared at Song Guimu closely, his eyes were so cold that Song Guimu was completely stunned - what does this mean?Could it be that he...

Before he could ask a question, Zhong Cuo raised his hand suddenly, broke the knife and cut it towards Song Guimu!

Is this kid crazy? !

This thought flashed across his mind, and Song Guimu subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but when he met Shang Zhong's wrong eyes, he couldn't help but pause—there was no hostility towards him in those eyes...

Ding!

The sound of metal and stone hitting each other reached his ears, and Song Guimu was startled, only to realize that at some point, a pale hand had landed on his shoulder.And the broken knife was aimed at that hand.

It's that ghost!

Suddenly realized, Song Guimu flashed and jumped out of Guixian's attack range.The ghost fairy knew that his whereabouts had been revealed, and the sneak attack was meaningless, so he could only retreat bitterly, staring at the two with eyes full of hatred.

"I'm still a ghost fairy and I have no brains. I didn't expect to know how to hide Chen Cang." Looking at Song Guimu, Zhong Cuo said.

"You bastard..." Song Guimu's mouth twitched, and he immediately understood someone's intentions.

How similar this situation was to when they first met!

"We're even." Zhong Cuo said.

"Damn kid..." Song Guimu gritted his teeth, feeling that he had never hated the ghost king so much.

But no matter how much he hates it, he is still a teammate, and he wants to vent... The ghost exorcist's eyes set on a certain unlucky ghost fairy, and he began to think about how many pieces he should sell to make up for his spiritual loss.

The ghost stared at the two of them coldly, as if he had also realized that he must die.His figure gradually solidified, and strong Yin Qi gathered around him.

At the same time, on the other side of the transparent wall, a figure finally appeared...