Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

"What's the purpose of that guy?"

At bedtime, Zhong Cuo was wearing sheep pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the bed, with his hands crossed around his chest, and his face was solemn.

A phone call from the enemy almost disrupted their rhythm, and Chang Sheng was brooding about it all afternoon, and finally he left, and changed the clock by mistake.

"Maybe he just wants to chat with me?" Zhang Fei also changed into his pajamas. He was not as nervous as Zhong Cuo. Anyway, the soldiers came to cover him up, and he was always confident in himself.

"..." Zhong Cuo looked at him expressionlessly, Zhang Fei coughed and changed the subject: "It should be because of this, although he didn't mention it on the phone."

He pulled out the fan and shook it in his hand.

"Did he think that you would be so stupid as to bring this to him unsuspecting?" Zhong Cuo raised his eyebrows, "At least there should be a price to tempt you to take it over."

Zhang Fei had already recounted the content of his conversation with that person to the two of them. In addition to introducing himself, the other party just said the time and place, as well as the sentence "Looking forward to your arrival".That's why Zhong Cuo couldn't figure out his roots.

"Yes, how much do you think he will pay for this?" When mentioning money, Zhang Fei became energetic.

"..."

"I just want to judge the importance of this thing based on this," Zhang Fei said, making a certain brat look a little uncomfortable with his cold eyes, "Do I seem to love money so much?"

It would be fine if he said this to others, but he said it to Zhong Cuo... There was a lot of contempt in his eyes for a moment, Zhong Cuo snorted, and turned his back, obviously not even wanting to bring up this topic.

Zhang Fei grinned, but couldn't say anything more, so he just looked down at the fan in his hand.

After this thing became his trophy, he kept throwing it in a corner of the room. For some reason, he always felt that this fan had an inexplicable smell, which made him feel uncomfortable even holding it in his hand.

But leaving aside his personal feelings, this fan is actually quite exquisite: the fan bone is pure white, and I don't know what material it is. It is lighter than jade and heavier than wood and bamboo in the hand, and there is a faint coolness in it. Even if you hold it for a long time, you won't get any heat.

The fan surface is also an unknown material, neither silk nor paper, soft and delicate, and slightly elastic.However, compared to the material, the pictures painted on the fan are more eye-catching - one side is a hideous and terrifying ghost, and the other side is a complex pattern.It looked a bit like the xx array commonly seen in anime, but it was much more complicated than that. Zhang Fei was deeply curious about how such an exaggerated pattern was drawn on such a small fan.

"What kind of ghosts do you think these paintings are?" Zhang Fei shook the fan towards Zhong Cuo, Zhong Cuo glanced at the fan, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's so ghostly...a picture of a hundred ghosts?"

"Is there anything special?" Zhang Fei was curious.

"It's just a drawing of a hundred different ghosts. This kind of picture is not common in the world of the sun, but there are many in the underworld," Zhong Cuo said. Cultivators will also use it, and this one is probably the same."

"What about this side?" Zhang Fei turned the fan over.

"...I don't know." Staring at the complex graphics on the fan for a while, Zhong Cuo frowned, "It looks like some changes in the formation, but it has changed too much, and I can't see his details."

"Do you know anything about the demons, ghosts, gods and priests in Japan?" It seemed that there were no reliable clues on the fan, so Zhang Fei shook his head and put the fan back.

"Almost none." Mentioning this, Zhong Cuo looked a little depressed. "Before the ghost king in front of me, the ghost kings of all dynasties hardly had any dealings with them, so I don't know much about them."

"And what about your ex?"

"He should have it, but he hasn't entered the Nether Pool yet, and I can't inherit what he knows."

Is the kid's predecessor still alive?Zhang Fei was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he found it understandable. Losing such an important and good thug as the Ghost King would be a huge blow to the underworld. Naturally, he had to make preparations in advance, just in case.

But looking at clock faults, this doesn't seem to be a topic he likes... Zhang Fei smiled, threw the fan on the bedside, rolled on the bed by himself, lifted the quilt in his hands, and successfully clock faults All rolled into the quilt.

Zhong Cuo was caught off guard and let Zhang Fei succeed in a sneak attack. After struggling for a long time, he came out and said angrily, "What are you doing!"

"Help you exercise your vigilance..." Before Zhang Fei could finish his sentence, the pillow in Zhong Cuo's hand had already been slapped. The pillow was also lost.It's a pity that he lacked strength, and was easily avoided by Zhong Cuo. He didn't throw the pillow anymore, and he rushed up with his whole body, pressing Zhang Fei down with the momentum of a tiger going down the mountain-if you say that with his strength, it is actually impossible to press Zhang Fei. It's a pity that Zhang Fei lost his position and dodged too fast, his entire upper body rushed out of the edge of the bed. His body was suspended in the air and he couldn't exert his strength.

"Surrender—" Seeing that there was no chance, Zhang Fei immediately pretended to be dead, unable to make up his mind.

Zhong Cuo glared at him for a few seconds, then let go of Zhang Fei's hand.Zhang Fei supported himself with both hands and sat up, but unfortunately Zhong Cuo was still pressing on his leg, and the two came face to face.

The distance was too close, and Zhong Cuo was startled.But at this time Zhang Fei didn't have a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of rare seriousness.

"……What's wrong?"

"Ah," Zhang Fei stared affectionately into his eyes—the reflection of himself inside, "It's a sin for me to be handsome..."

"..." Zhong Cuo really wanted to just give him a punch.

He got off Zhang Fei with a dark face, rolled up the quilt and rolled aside.Zhang Fei smiled and hugged another quilt to sleep on the other side.

Closing his eyes, drowsiness began to sink in. Just when Zhang Fei was a little bit hazy, a whisper came from his ear.

"I'll go with you tomorrow."

Zhang Fei couldn't help but smiled, but said: "Maybe I just want to win over me because of my strength, so don't be too nervous."

"..." There seemed to be a very vague voice over there, Zhang Fei frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"...One day I will bury you with a pillow."

Ha, it's really a lofty ambition - I don't know if Bai Wuchang knows that his ghost king's goal is actually this, will he cry bitterly...

When he closed his eyes, Zhang Fei thought he could sleep comfortably until dawn.But when a lingering guy reappeared in his dream, Zhang Fei knew that his extravagant wish was impossible to realize.

"why is it you again……"

Kong Shi floated in front of his eyes leisurely: "Long time no see."

Since the incident with Biwei, Kong Se has changed from being able to contact Zhang Fei only once in a month or two with difficulty to now being able to visit his dreams every few days, without any sense of mystery before.

After he often appeared, he began to occupy Zhang Fei's sleep time to instill some strange things in him, from "basic cracking method of illusion" to "guide to bombing and killing drowned ghosts", all kinds of things are all inclusive.And if you don't listen, you can't, he won't chase Zhang Fei and whisper in his ear, but if Zhang Fei doesn't listen to his words seriously, then you will only end up having a "dream" here all night.

The consequence of staying awake all night in a dream is that life is worse than death for the whole day after opening your eyes. After fighting for a few times, Zhang Fei had no choice but to admit it. Anyway, he can only talk for an hour at most, and those things are really useful, so he should report it free tutorials.

Originally, the number of appearances of this person has decreased, and he was a little bit thankful, but today...

"You're in trouble." After exchanging pleasantries, Kong Se went straight to the point.

"For me, getting into trouble is neither past tense nor future tense, but the eternal present... What, do you know those Japanese people too?" Muttering about his unlucky situation, Zhang No question.

"I don't know them, but I know the fan in your hand." Kong Shi's expression was a little dignified.

"how?"

"Guess what that fan is made of?" Looking at Zhang Fei who was still confused, he smiled empty-handedly.

Zhang Fei didn't answer, but just frowned—seeing Kong Shi's posture, could it be...

"The fan bones are human bones, the fan surface is human skin, and the ink is made of human blood—how does it feel to hold such a ghost-stealing fan?"

Zhang Fei's expression sank as a strong sense of nausea hit him along with the coldness.

"I don't know about others, but the one with the fan should have the surname 'Seven Grass'. The Seven Grass family is not well-known there, but their strength is unfathomable." Kong Shi said, "His family is the best at controlling ghosts, although a single ghost The strength is only mediocre, but it is also very difficult to press thousands of people."

"Is it."

"I don't know why he came to you, but that fan must never be returned to him." Sora said solemnly, "The picture of the hundred ghosts on the front of the fan is nothing more than a mediocre picture, but the formation picture on the back is the pride of the Seven Grass family The formation of ghost refining, this fan is also the introduction of the formation. Since they brought this fan here, it is likely that they are planning some big event."

"Big event..." Zhang Fei frowned slightly. Maybe he was too sensitive, but when he thought of that "big event", he intuitively thought of some people who had been silent for several months.

But one is born and bred in China (should be), and the other is from Japan across the ocean, does it matter?

"As long as the fan isn't there, then no one can... unless it's some talented guy," Kong Shi frowned slightly as if remembering something, "but seeing how easy he lost the fan, he shouldn't be that kind of person."

"You know quite a lot." Zhang Fei couldn't help but look sideways.He had never inquired about Kong Se's origins, he only knew that this man was well-informed and had an unusual enthusiasm for educating him.Such a person...

Seeming to see what Zhang Fei was thinking, Kong Se smiled: "Do you doubt me?"

"..."

"It's human," Kong Se didn't seem to care, "but even if you ask, I can't tell you—fortunately, you didn't ask."

"I don't ask because I am self-aware," Zhang Fei rolled his eyes, "How many mysterious guys like you will reveal their true identities, and even the name might be a lie—by the way It's really strange to mention your name-it's useless to ask."

Sora smiled brightly: "Yes, you are quite right."