Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

The cold killing intent completely enveloped him at that moment.

The cold feeling that even the hairs stand on end, as if the tip of a knife is touching the eyes, as if the python is wrapping around the body...

Fortunately, that feeling only lasted for a short moment. After a moment, Zhang Fei came to his senses. He stared at Mr. Gui who was as if nothing had happened. He frowned and said, "Words to punish your heart?"

"Not bad." Mr. Gui nodded, "How do you feel?"

"...It sucks." Kong Shi mentioned this trick when he was teaching him before, saying that it is one of the few simple and easy mental attack skills, and it is also easy to master. The only key is that when he said this... It is really determined to kill the other party.

The determination to kill is easy to say, but to do... At least it is difficult for Zhang Fei to have the will to kill anyone, even the smiling guy in front of him.

"Since you know this trick, you should also know that I'm serious." Mr. Gui's tone was still calm.

Zhang Fei glanced at him, but didn't speak.Mr. Gui smiled calmly: "I know what you are thinking, if you die, that little ghost king has failed in the ghost king training this time, and he has already lost eight times... Failures are nothing new. "

Zhang Fei's heart moved, and he hadn't figured out what touched him. Mr. Gui continued: "The ghost soldiers in the underworld are really troublesome, so I didn't deal with you seriously before, but now..."

In the second half of the sentence, the smile lines on his lips were hidden.

"In short, it's because I'm so handsome that you feel threatened..." Zhang Fei sighed deeply, "I can understand a man's jealousy."

Mr. Gui smiled: "Before you said that, I wanted to give you a good time."

"what about now?"

"Thousands of cuts into the oil pan and fire pit, it's up to you to choose."

"I think the way of death that best suits my image is to die of old age..." Zhang Fei said nonsense, Mr. Gui smiled faintly and got up.

His hand pressed Zhang Fei's shoulder with little force, but the cold feeling passed directly to Zhang Fei's body through the thin summer shirt.

"It's still the same question, are you willing to join us, Mr. Zhang?"

Seems... a very familiar question.

A few months ago, Mr. Gui asked the same question when facing Zhang Fei, who had almost no ability to resist.

At this moment, even though they had changed places, the situation of the two of them hadn't changed at all... Could it be that he and this guy had a fate?

"There's a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time," Zhang Fei said suddenly, "Where do you see me?"

Mr. Gui raised his eyebrows: "You are handsome."

"Based on your words, your vision is useless." If his arm could move, Zhang Fei would definitely pat Mr. Gui on the shoulder to show that the hero agrees. "Other than that?"

"I paid attention to you when I used words of heart-punishment just now," Mr. Gui suddenly changed the subject, "Words of heart-punishment can make people feel the real feeling of imminent death, but your reaction is very interesting. "

At that moment, Zhang Fei was vigilant and doubtful, but he couldn't capture much fear.

Take death as home?

Kind of like it, but not quite right.

"It's like putting life and death aside, it's not like, it's like... In your heart, death is not something terrible."

Zhang Fei muttered: "Can't you understand him as I am calm?"

"You can say that if you want," Mr. Gui smiled slightly, "but that dream, it doesn't make sense to explain it that way."

"Dream?"

"That night in Chonghua High School." Mr. Gui said, "Do you still remember that dream you had?"

——"The capital turnover of the underworld is not working well, and your 500 million is gone."

"I remember, I was really impressed." Zhang Fei's face darkened.

"The formation I set up, it is reasonable to say that people will see what they fear most in their dreams," Mr. Gui said, "Maybe you don't know, what I am best at is to use other people's fear."

"After laying out the formation, I had nothing to do, so I picked up a few dreams to see... Although the things that appeared in the dreams were thrilling, they were nothing new and very boring."

"Only your dream has some meaning."

Zhang Fei frowned slightly, and Mr. Gui's smile deepened.

"I've never seen someone dreaming of such a strange thing in a dreadful dream."

"I don't think it's shameful to be afraid of having no money," Zhang Fei said seriously, "not to mention that it's a lot of money."

"Really?" Mr. Gui's smile can already be described brilliantly, "But what you are afraid of is really losing that money?"

Zhang Fei remained silent, while Mr. Gui shook his head.

"After that, your dream made me think about it for a long time, and in the end, I finally figured out a little meaning."

"That's why I'm interested in you."

"I can hide my thoughts so deeply, so hard to understand...Mr. Zhang, you are really interesting."

Zhang Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, and then he smiled easily again.

"Thanks for the compliment - it would be better if you let me go for this."

"Would you like to join us?"

"Oh, I'm not good at anything else, but I'm too moral."

"Then there's nothing you can do." Mr. Gui smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "But I'm not in a hurry, you can live a few more hours... maybe a few more hours."

At the same time, Zhang Fei's home.

Everyone in the room was sitting or standing, and everyone's face was dignified, and even the atmosphere of the whole room was low and depressing.

This kind of atmosphere has been there before, but at that time, there were still people who could laugh and joke and dispel the haze that enveloped everyone, but now...

Changsheng looked at Zhong Cuo on the left whose face was so gloomy that water dripped out, then at the white cat sitting in the middle of the table with its head bowed silently, and then on the right side who had the same terrible face on many followers... There were countless cats in his stomach. All the questions were pressed back, and none of them could be asked.

"...Let's talk about the situation first," Duo scratched his hair and said, "I can't hold back anything after holding it like this."

As soon as the rare rest time was over, he returned to Linshan, but the news of Zhang Fei's disappearance came to him, and the news of "Song Guimu's betrayal" hit him on the head. Many dizzy.

He has had friendship with Song Guimu for several years, and they are not close friends, but they are still acquaintances.Although the exorcist said that everything is good with money, he has his own bottom line in his heart, but at this time...

He subconsciously glanced at the white cat - he couldn't understand the cat's expression, but at this time the white cat was completely dimmed.The belief that was never lost even though it was full of scars in the past has now suffered the cruelest blow. Many people want to comfort them, but they can't say anything.

"...What else do I need to say?" Zhong Cuo's voice sounded, and his voice was very calm—a calm that was suppressed by force and suppressed all trembling.

Many have not had time to answer, Zhong Cuo has already got up and walked to the door.

He was very fast, but someone was waiting there earlier than him.

It's War Ghost.

"Get out of the way." Looking up at the tall man, Zhong Cuo said.

"I can't let it go," Zhan Gui shook his head, "Even if you go out now, you won't be able to find him."

His voice was very calm, but it directly pierced Zhong Cuo's heart - the ghost king frowned suddenly, and looked into Zhan Gui's eyes with a hint of anger.

He knew that War Ghost was for his own good, but...

"You two!" Chang Qi went over to pull people aggressively, but his strength was really not enough to face a war ghost and a ghost king.Zhan Gui sighed, patted him, and said to Zhong Cuo: "Don't worry, you should know, if he dies..."

"I wouldn't be like this now." Zhong Cuo said coldly.

Once the priest died, the contract would be terminated, and he would lose the power he had accumulated so far, returning to his seven-year-old appearance.

That used to be his nightmare—losing what he worked so hard for, returning to the original point, and starting another reincarnation without knowing the way forward.

but now……

Clenching his fists tightly, Zhong Cuo took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

He knew that Zhang Fei was fine now, even in a short time... Those people were concerned about the power of the underworld, and they would not easily kill the priest and stop the ghost king's training.

but……

The mind is completely disordered, and there are countless chaotic fragments in front of him, the cold, broken, bloody, and hideous——

Bang!

He punched hard on the wall, and cracks spread like spider webs on the snow-white wall.Zhong Cuo stared at the wall, but a voice sounded inexplicably in his heart——

"My wall...I said kid, even if you don't want to part with 500 million, you don't have to retaliate against me like this?"

……what.

Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, and now he can imagine someone's extremely flat voice without any pressure...

The frozen face gradually loosened, and finally evoked a weird smile.Zhong Cuo slowly let go of his hand, turned around and looked at many.

Sweeping the Ghost King's ice-like eyes, many people who were frowning and thinking hard subconsciously trembled: "...what?"

"Maybe, I have a way to find him." After a moment of silence, Zhong Cuo said.

"Soul Return, God Gather..."

A barely audible sound resounded in the dark room, and the light of the soul-seed floating in the air gradually brightened, but it couldn't shine into the eyes of the caster.

——"Grasp what you have now, or get back what you once lost, which one do you want to choose?"

The fine filaments of light wrapped around the soul-seed bit by bit, dragging it down.

—— "Your answer is not important to me, because no matter which one you choose, you will regret it in the future."

Slowly, the soul seed sank into that lifeless body.

--"forever."

The soul seed and the broken soul are perfectly combined, and the soul that has been silent for a long time will eventually wake up again.

Song Guimu leaned against the wall, silently watching the person on the bed.

Although the appearance looks the same, the vitality is returning to him little by little... The recovery process may be long, but in the end, he will still be the same person as before.

That's it.

Taking a deep breath, Song Guimu raised his head and stared at the ceiling.

Upstairs is where Zhang Fei is.

The bastard had praised his guts in that playful tone, because he dared to leave the man here like this... and he responded by putting another layer of protection on the door, without saying anything.

In fact, he didn't dare, but, in order to stay here reasonably, he had only one way.

Mr. Gui's strength is unfathomable, and there are other people upstairs, but if the goal is only to "save people", he is still capable...

A slight sound from the bed suddenly interrupted Song Guimu's thoughts. He looked in surprise and found that the person on the bed had moved.

At first, it was just fingers, which were extremely difficult to bend and stretch, but soon, his arms slowly bent, supporting his body... His movements were very slow, but Song Guimu, who was staring at him in a daze, did not show any impatience , staring at it without blinking, for fear that any movement he made would shatter the dream in front of him.

Eyes that had been closed for a long time opened.

The long slumber made his eyes a little dull, and after wandering around the room for a while, his eyes gradually became a little brighter.

His eyes, slowly, looked towards Song Guimu.

Her pale lips pursed slightly, and a smile gradually appeared on her pale face.

"Xiao Mu?"

The voice from the hoarse voice was so low that it was hard to hear.

"……elder brother."