Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

Song Guimu stared blankly at the person in front of him, until the person reached out and rubbed his head, and he finally came back to his senses.

The first thing I did when I came back to my senses was to slap the hand on my head away. Halfway through the pat, I froze again, so I changed it to gently release it.

"I'm not young anymore..." He muttered subconsciously.

The person whose hand was held by him smiled slightly. Song Guimu was very familiar with that smile, and it could be interpreted as eight words - no matter how old you are, you are still my brother.

The other hand came up again, grabbed his messy dyed hair and tugged, dissatisfaction gradually surfaced on his pale face.

"It's a hairstyle, a hairstyle."

A blank eye.

"I think it's pretty cool."

Still blindfolded.

"...After I go back, I will dye it back immediately, right?"

Satisfied, nod.

Song Guimu finally saved his hair, he stepped back a few steps, and looked at the person in front of him from top to bottom.

He is still a little taller than himself, and his body is imperceptibly thin, and the originally small hospital gown can be put on him to give him a swaying effect.

His face was still the same, only a little paler.

With some sour emotions in his heart, Song Guimu closed his eyes and calmed himself down: "Brother, do I want to go out?"

"……Um?"

"There is a person..." Song Guimu wanted to explain the ins and outs, but found that he couldn't speak, so he could only briefly explain, "I'm going to save him, bro, are you waiting for me here?"

After thinking about it, he took out a large stack of talisman papers from his arms and stuffed them in - in terms of talent, the people in front of him are much better than him. Although he has just woken up now, self-protection should not be a problem.

Although the enemy here is that Wang Wuxiang...Hand trembling uncontrollably, Song Guimu gritted his teeth, suppressing the trace of fear that accompanies hatred in his heart.

Turning around and walking towards the door, his body was grabbed by someone.

Song Guimu was startled, looked back, and met the man's eyes.

"Leave."

It took Song Guimu a few seconds to understand what his brother meant, and he couldn't help saying: "No, I have to go up quickly..."

"Danger."

"I'm going if it's dangerous." Song Guimu smiled wryly and pulled the man's hand away. "I'm already a bastard. I can't be a bastard anymore."

Although there seems to be no difference between the two...

The fingers fastened to the clothes were loosened, the man stared at Song Guimu for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms.

His chin rested on his shoulders, his lips fell to Song Guimu's ear, and the familiar but long-lost warm breath passed over his ears. Song Guimu was stunned, hesitated, and stretched his arms around the too thin body in his arms.

He persuaded him soothingly, "Don't worry, there is no danger... If you catch someone, run away, it won't take long."

The chin resting on the shoulder moved slightly, and a small sound came into the ear, but it couldn't be heard clearly.

Song Guimu raised his head suspiciously.

Less than halfway through the movement, the doubt on his face suddenly turned into unbelievable astonishment!

"……call."

As if he breathed a sigh of relief, the man let go of his hand and took two steps back.Losing support, Song Guimu's body staggered backwards, and finally hit the wall and fell down.

He held his abdomen tightly with his hands, and red liquid overflowed from the gaps between his fingers.

The person in front of him calmly shook off the liquid adhering to his fingertips, pulled one side of the bed sheet, and wiped away the blood on his white palms.Immediately afterwards, he took a few steps forward and squatted down beside Song Guimu.

Skillfully unloading all the equipment on Song Guimu's body, he didn't even let go of his backhand who was hiding in the dark. When his movements stopped, a hill of equipment had already been piled up around Song Guimu.

He raised his hand and touched Song Guimu's head, just like every brother in the world who praised his younger brother.

Then he stood up and looked towards the door.

The shock and panic gradually receded, and Song Guimu couldn't help laughing bitterly as he watched the figure walking in from the door.

"No matter which one you choose, you will regret it in the future."

Ghost Immortal Mo Ying walked into the room leisurely, he looked at Song Guimu with a cruel smile on his face.

"You see, when I speak, I always do what I say."

Zhang Fei's eyes moved restlessly, up, down, left, right, left, right... Finally, he had to turn back to Mr.

This guy was too ruthless, he couldn't find anything to pass the time in the whole room, and even outside the window there was only the same darkness, which was extremely boring.

and.He has been feeling cold since just now. This kind of chill is familiar to him, but he can't remember what it is.

Noticing how he was thinking hard, Mr. Gui, who didn't know what he was busy with, smiled and said, "Yin point."

"There are also here?" Zhang Fei remembered.

"To be precise, it's just started." Mr. Gui clapped his hands, and the shiny lines flashed and disappeared in his palm, "It's not an easy task to take out the fruit of greed."

"I thought it was just an operation."

"Evil emotion fruit is the most yin and evil thing in the world. It's better to be a stranger. Don't touch an ordinary ghost. If you stay far away, you may be infected by the extremely evil breath from it and become a mad ghost. It's okay to be infatuated with the two, but it will only become stupid if it is contaminated. The other two..." Mr. Gui shook his head, "Once born, it will be a catastrophe. If you want to seal its power, you must have enough Yin energy. That’s why I use the yin acupoint.”

He looked at Zhang Fei playfully: "Speaking of which, how did you manage to calm down after swallowing it for so long?"

"Of course I am invincible..."

Mr. Gui's fingers quickly moved to Zhang Fei's carotid artery.

"...I don't know either." If I know it, I will never tell you.

Mr. Gui withdrew his hand and looked at Zhang Fei with more serious eyes: "If the time is not right now, I really want to dissect you to see where your weird abilities come from."

"Actually, I'm also curious..." Zhang Fei hadn't finished speaking when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhang Fei only glanced at the door, and his face changed - Mo Ying was the one who pushed the door in. It didn't matter to him, anyway, he wasn't afraid of another trouble after it was already like this.The problem is, the people behind him...

"Finished?" Mr. Gui glanced at Mo Ying, his tone was very calm, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or not.

"It's finally finished," Mo Ying stepped aside, and the person standing behind him took a few steps forward, right next to Zhang Fei's bed.

Zhang Fei met him, although only a few times.

The man Song Guimu was thinking of was standing beside him at this moment, watching him expressionlessly.

"Speaking of which, until now, he still thinks that the man-made ghost king is just to cut off a piece of the opponent's soul and make him feel endless hunger|thirst?" Mo Ying's sarcasm came, "It seems that the leaked information is also It’s very useful, at least it’s good for fooling people.”

"It's really hard for them to know the mystery of the soul-seed." Mr. Gui said flatly.

"That boy is not wronged by being tricked. You didn't see it. The expression on his face at that time was really good-looking." Mo Ying's voice was filled with cruel pleasure, "It's a good thing he dared to believe my promise. .”

"He doesn't want to believe it, but this is his last hope." Mr. Gui sighed, "It's impossible for him to just look at that man in such a ecstasy, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, even if it is poison, he will swallow it. "

"Stupid. But what's even more stupid is that someone would be deceived by such a stupid person."

Feeling the sharp gaze on his face, Zhang Fei raised his head and met Mo Ying's mocking eyes.

It's a pity that the sarcasm was not enough for him. Zhang Fei, whose hatred was not raised at all, turned his head sideways, and turned to look at the person who was still looking at him.

His eyes were lifeless, without any light.But for some reason, those eyes were firmly locked on Zhang Fei.

"Where is that person?" Mr. Gui asked.

"Throw it down," Mo Ying said, "everything that needs to be unloaded has been unloaded. I also sealed his mana and made a hole in his stomach. Even if he can't die now, he won't live for a long time."

Mr. Gui nodded, then patted Zhang Fei casually, and said with a smile, "I have avenged you."

"...Thank you." Zhang Fei twitched the corner of his mouth.

Mo Ying glanced at him and raised his lips: "How about it, are you planning to join us? ——Although I don't see what you have to make him interested."

"You can continue to not see it." Zhang Fei directly turned his eyes to the side, obviously not intending to give him face.

"Why, is the underworld worth your death?" Mo Ying's voice turned cold.

"Of course the underworld is not worth it, but I am worth it," Zhang Fei smiled, "I can't help it, I really don't want to disgust myself."

Mo Ying's face changed suddenly, Mr. Gui sighed, raised his hand to block him: "Why bother with the dead."

Mo Ying snorted coldly, but really didn't care about it anymore.He obviously didn't intend to stay for a long time, so he turned around and went out. Before he left, he didn't forget to say a word: "I'm going to 'there'. You should finish the matter here quickly to save trouble."

The people brought by him walked out the door at the same time, but before leaving, he did not forget to take another look at Zhang Fei.

There seemed to be something strange in those eyes, which moved Zhang Fei's heart.

"Understood." Mr. Gui replied lightly, then turned to look at Zhang Fei.

His lips pursed together, and then, into a smile.

"Mo Ying has a fierce temper, and always thinks about things in a straight line," he said in a helpless tone, "I don't even bother to think about asking questions."

"If what he asked just now was not the underworld, but... how would you answer?"

Zhang Fei remained expressionless, closing his eyes and pretending to be dead.

Mr. Gui smiled, but didn't speak anymore.

The air in the house was shifting, and it was getting colder and colder.

"It's almost time." Mr. Gui said suddenly, his voice soft.

Zhang Fei glanced at him and said nothing.

Sighing, Mr. Gui stood up and put his palm on Zhang Fei's shoulder.

Zhang Fei was slightly taken aback by a rush of heat, his originally stiff body had regained consciousness.

He moved his hands and feet, jumped off the bed, raised his eyebrows and looked at Mr. Gui.

"It's just convenient," Mr. Gui smiled, "You can't get out anyway."

Zhang Fei went to the window and poked at it—the window was open, but as soon as he stretched out his hand to the window, it would be blocked by a soft film and he couldn't get out.

He looked back at Mr. Gui: "Even if you can't get out, aren't you afraid that I'll beat you up?"

"Please." Mr. Gui spread his hands generously—as a majestic ghost, he is really not afraid of threats from Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei curled his lips and smiled, but didn't move. He just turned around and stared at Mr. Gui.

There was a weird smile on his face, which made Mr. Gui frown slightly.

It was a... strange ominous feeling.

The flow of Yin Qi in the house became more and more rapid, and even brought gusts of cold wind.

Situation - not right!

Seeing Mr. Gui's sudden change of expression, Zhang Fei smiled.

splendid.

From his shoulder down to his right hand, which was covered by the shirt, suddenly there was a strange ups and downs.

It looked—like something, trying to get out of there!

"I've endured it for a few months, and finally I'm in my early years." Zhang Fei said to himself.

The power gushing out from him became more and more strange, Zhang Fei simply stretched out his hand and pulled at his shoulder, and with a hiss, most of his sleeves were pulled off by him.

The moment the clothes fell off, the power surging through him finally showed its original shape.

It seemed to be some kind of airflow, but it had an obvious shape. The airflow gushed out from his shoulder blades, gathered on his hand, and wrapped his entire right arm in it. It was still a mess at first, but in the end, the airflow gradually took shape. .

"You've probably been dead for so long that you forgot something very important," Zhang Feican said with a smile, "a living person can digest and absorb something after eating it!"

A huge and ferocious beast figure emerged from his body.

"Eat him, greedy!"