Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

After Zhang Baoguo left, Zhang Fei's life finally returned to the previous state - going to and from get off work, teasing little ghosts, and recently added a hobby, feeding cats.

Some wild cats have moved in near Ruhua Xiaoju. These cats are fairly well-behaved. They don't steal things from people's homes, but just rummage through the trash cans to find food.Aunt Hua is soft-hearted and feeds them with leftovers every day, but her old man is usually busy and often forgets about this, so she entrusts the matter to Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei didn't hate dealing with stray cats. These stray cats were very clever, and some of them could even climb up to the window sill of Zhang Fei's house along the signboard of Ruhua Xiaoju outside, which saved him the trouble of going downstairs.

If there's anyone who doesn't like these cats...

"..."

"Don't stare, be careful to scare them away." Looking at the vigilant wild cats outside the window, Zhang Fei pulled Zhong Cuo away from him who was standing not far from the window to practice his eyesight.The ghost king caught by him was quite depressed, so Zhang Fei couldn't help rubbing his head sympathetically.

Maybe it's because he can turn into a ghoul like a black dog. Zhong Cuo doesn't like felines very much. He volunteered to help when Zhang Fei fed the cat before, but as long as he stood a little closer to the window, Those wild cats refused to come closer, and would immediately puff up and flee when they saw him approaching, leaving the ghost king who was full of enthusiasm for feeding cats in place, how depressed they were.

In the past few days, Zhang Fei has become acquainted with these wild cats.Even though it is just a group of wild cats, there is a seat size between each other. Every time the first one comes up to eat is a wild cat with brown patterns. Its eyes are more alert and sharp than ordinary wild cats, and its attitude is quite calm.Every time after it was full, it didn't leave immediately, but squatted nearby to stand guard for its companions. Zhang Fei admired it very much, and named it "General" - of course, people would not recognize this name. But maybe because this human being served dinner so graciously every day, Comrade General would occasionally put the tip of his tail or half of his paw inside the window to give Zhang Fei a chance to get in touch with him.

Zhang Fei was the only one who got this kind of treatment. As long as Zhong Cuo got close to it within a radius of three meters, he would turn around and run away.

The general seemed to be in a good mood today, half of his body sat in the window.Zhang Fei went over to touch his paw, and the general turned half of his face, his sharp golden eyes circled around Zhang Fei's body, accurately conveying the signal of "serving well and making persistent efforts".

"Beware of fleas on wild cats..." Not far away came a reminder from little friend Zhong. Zhang Fei gave him a flamboyant and provocative wink, and was about to continue when the general's hair suddenly flicked.

The wild cat that was lying comfortably stood up suddenly, staring down coldly.I don't know when there was a mass of white hair, and it was walking towards the window of Zhang Fei's house step by step.

"...monk?"

Recognizing the white cat, Zhang Fei couldn't help but startled.As if hearing something from his voice, the general did not continue to show hostility to the white cat, but jumped off the window sill.

As soon as it left, the remaining wild cats also ran away cleanly.The white cat slowly climbed up the window sill and entered Zhang Fei's house—it was indeed the strange white cat monk Zhang Fei knew well, but it didn't look as radiant as before, with stains on its white fur. It was dusty, and his eyes were a little dim. Zhang Fei's eyes were sharp, and he even found a few traces of blood on it——

The white cat is almost inseparable from the exorcist, it is injured, could it be...

"What happened to Song Guimu?"

Zhang Fei hasn't seen Song Guimu for a while now. At first he thought that the other party was going on a mission in other places, but why didn't he bring a monk with him when he went on a mission?

The white cat glanced at him, as if wanting to nod, but shook his head again.

"Is it yes or no..." Zhang Fei had a headache, the monk recovered his strength after resting for a while, jumped a few steps, and jumped onto Zhang Fei's computer desk.

This movement is quite difficult for the exhausted it. The surface of Zhang Fei's computer desk is smooth. After the monk jumped on it, he lost his footing and nearly slipped down. A few light marks.

Apologetically, he glanced at Zhang Fei, and the monk nuzzled the keyboard. Then, he raised his paw and patted it on the keyboard—it looked a little funny, but the white cat's eyes were extremely focused.

The cat's paw is much bigger than a human's finger, and it is extremely difficult for it to type on the keyboard. After a long time of tossing around, a sentence appears on the screen.

"Xiao Song is missing"

According to the monk, Song Guimu has been in an unstable state recently, which seems to be related to his relatives in the hospital.Not long ago, after waking up, it found that Song Guimu had disappeared, followed the traces left behind, and finally broke in the hospital.

It thought that Song Guimu was going to see his brother, but when he got there, he found that the ward was empty.

"empty?"

"The doctor doesn't know what's going on," said the monk, "I can't find where he is."

Song Guimu left the monk and took his brother away... The whole incident gave off an ominous atmosphere, Zhang Fei frowned, and asked the monk, "How is his brother doing recently?"

The monk hesitated for a long time before writing: "Very bad."

Although Mushenhua can heal the wounds of the soul, the injury suffered by brother Song Guimu is equivalent to forcibly cutting off a part of the soul. The worsening of the situation—it was a miracle that Song Guimu had tried his best to survive until now.

The monk knows it well, and Song Guimu naturally knows it too, but being clear doesn't mean it's acceptable...

After muttering something in a low voice, Zhang Fei dialed a lot of mobile phones—there were many lazy voices from the receiver: "What's the matter? We are on vacation~"

"Song Guimu is in trouble." Zhang Feiyan explained the matter briefly, "Where do you think he might have gone?"

Many were silent for a long time before slowly saying: "I can't say well..."

"It's just a guess, you don't need to think too much." Zhang Fei also had a vague possibility in his heart, but he was not willing to confirm it...

"...When his eldest brother had an accident, if it wasn't for the possibility of 'he can still recover', the first thing Song Guimu would do was to kill Mo Ying who presided over the 'Man-made Ghost King Project'— That's Mr. Gui's companion, the ghost fairy who confronted you before." Many finally spoke up, "He also said at the time... If his elder brother is really going to die, he must be buried with him."

"I have known him for a long time, only that time, when he was talking, his eyes were dead."

Is that so...

When eating and chatting with Song Guimu before, he also said something like "One day I will smash that Moying's body into thousands of pieces" - at that time, the speaker was already slightly drunk, and his tone was lazy. It sounded like he was talking drunk, but Zhang Fei accidentally caught his eyes.

There was no trace of drunkenness in those eyes, they were clear and sharp, like the light of a knife.

"His elder brother's situation is almost impossible to recover. How can he make up for the missing piece of soul... Even if he tries to hold on, it will only prolong his pain, but that kid just doesn't want to give up..." Many sighed heavily, "If his elder brother is really going to die, Song Guimu should hurry up before that and find a way to kill Mo Ying."

"Do you know where those two guys are?"

"If I knew, I would have figured out a way to chop them up!" Duo said angrily, "Those two bastards are hiding somewhere, and I can't find them no matter how hard they search... I can only confirm that they should still be within the range of Linshan. No matter how detailed it is, it’s not clear.”

"His grandma's..." Zhang Fei didn't know who he was scolding, "I know, let's find out. Even if you want to kill that bastard, it's not up to him to be a hero by himself-personal heroism is nothing I have to educate him when he comes back!"

Comrade Zhang, the teacher of the people, stated his position righteously, and the ghost king who was listening beside him silently rolled his eyes——Is there any need for personal heroism?A guy who is most often singled out has the nerve to say this...

"By the way, don't just worry about him, you should also worry about yourself," Manyu reminded, "There seems to be something wrong with Nanakusa's house in Japan, and our intelligence over there is insufficient, so we can't find out the details."

After the incident in March, Nanakuohui and his companions had three of them collapsed in Linshan. Although they could only be regarded as self-inflicted, the Japanese side didn't think so, and soon sent a special envoy to negotiate .At first, he demanded that the murderer be handed over to be punished by the Seven Grass family. Hearing this request, the person in charge of negotiating on the Chinese side—a certain elder from Longhu Mountain—made a statement that fit his personality: He pulled out the Seven Stars on his back. The sword split the negotiating table in half.

Looking at the negotiating table divided by a sword, the envoy on the opposite side swallowed and said nothing.

"Justifiable" requests such as "severely punish the murderer" and "disclose the identity of the murderer" were also rejected by similar methods, and the Japanese envoy returned home almost without accomplishing anything.This incident was used as a joke by many people, but Zhang Fei smiled and ignored it.Now that old things are brought up again, could it be...

"The Nanicao family also planned to admit this at the beginning. After all, no matter whether it is Qicaoxiu or Qicaohui, it is their own fault. Now the mainstream here also pays attention to a harmonious development, like their behavior of raising combat power in an open manner. Even Japan is not very happy. It’s just,” many conversations changed, with a bit of bitter taste, “for some reason, Nanakusa’s family is very dissatisfied with someone, even if it’s embarrassing, they plan to teach someone a lesson ..."

"Xi Shao is so pitiful." Of course Zhang Fei knew who someone was, but he wouldn't die if he pretended not to know...

"I'm talking about you," Many said mercilessly, "it's your fault too, who told you to do nothing to break that fan? You know how much we can do in diplomacy if it weren't for your debt. How much initiative will you take, how many benefits will you get, how many people will be pissed off?"

...Is there something wrong with the last sentence?

"I didn't know that broken fan was so important..." Zhang Fei pursed his mouth, "It's all broken anyway, why, those people know that I did it?"

"Don't forget who they are connected with," Manyu said, "Even if you didn't do it, Mr. Gui will say it was you."

"The Seven Grass family still dare to believe him?"

"Only we can tell him what happened that night, who do you think the Nanao family will believe?"

"Obviously he is the culprit..." If Mr. Gui hadn't been a hindrance, absorbing most of the greed from the ghost soldiers that Qi Caoxiu painstakingly trained to refine the fruit of greed, they might not have won so easily that day.

"So you should be careful, don't forget, the greedy fruit is still in your stomach."

At the same time, somewhere in Linshan.

The talisman papers with mysterious patterns drawn with cinnabar were stacked neatly in stacks, the multi-functional ghost tools were put into each pocket in order, and the exquisite small crossbow had already been tightened and tied to the hand.

Careful preparation is the prerequisite for victory...

The last tool was also put into his pocket. Song Guimu took a deep breath, raised his head, and stared at a bed not far away.

There are his most important people on it.

The two years of deep sleep made him look more and more haggard, his face darkened, his breathing became weaker, and the beating of his chest became slower and slower. The signs of life had gradually moved away from this body.

Song Guimu, who was fully armed, walked over slowly. He sat by the bed and silently watched the person on the bed.

"Call me brother. I'll cover you if something happens in the future."

"Brother is still young, if you must find someone to help, just ask me."

"Song Guimu?...Good name....Nice meeting, hello."

"I thought you couldn't remember..."

"Don't worry...you'll be fine."

Whose voice is still in my ears, but I can't hear it anymore.

Song Guimu closed his eyes.

His fingers slowly touched the wounded man's palm, but he didn't dare to use force, he could only carefully place his fingertips on it, feeling the warmth.

What has been hesitating before, now seems to be no longer important.

The useless emotions are completely sealed up, and what is left is only the determination to complete the goal.

"Wait for me to come back, brother." Gently patted the shoulder of the person on the bed, Song Guimu stood up and walked out of the room.