After the last math class in the afternoon, students filed out of the classroom door, chatting and laughing about what to eat in the cafeteria in the evening. Yun Jian, who was sitting in the front row against the wall, put down his textbook, stood up, and patted Yan Anqing on the back with a smile.
Yan Anqing was originally holding her face in a daze, and was startled by his sudden action. She subconsciously took an attacking posture, but quickly relaxed: "Shall we go eat?"
"What are you thinking about?" Yun Jian asked knowingly, "It's rare to see you look so serious."
Yan Anqing glared at him unhappily and was about to punch him jokingly, but he raised his hand, then quickly put it down, put it behind his back awkwardly, and bit his lip in annoyance.
He thought for a moment and asked hesitantly, "Tell me, if there is a domineering but brainless person who is betrayed by his trusted subordinates, under what circumstances will he not find fault with this person at all?"
Yun Jian: “…”
Yun Jian said in disbelief: "Arrogant but brainless?"
"That's right," Yan Anqing nodded firmly, obviously feeling that his description was very accurate. He paused and added, "It's not the kind of bad, arrogant and domineering one, but the kind of one who is too strong so it doesn't matter if he's a little stupid. Well, it's like the temper of a cat, the heart of a rabbit, the fighting power of a wolf, and the appetite of a pig?"
Three black lines appeared on Yun Jian’s face.
Who are you talking about the pig's appetite!
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"Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he did help me a lot," Yan Anqing continued, with a slightly melancholy expression, "He may be in danger now. If possible, I want to rescue him."
Yun Jian curled his lips and thought that this was quite pleasing to the ear.
Although Yan Anqing's explanation was incoherent, and even the parts that ordinary people shouldn't know were concealed in a rather awkward way - of course, this could also be because he felt that he knew Li Hua and might know some inside information - but Yun Jian, who had mastered almost all the information, easily understood what he meant.
"You can ask Li Hua," he smiled with his eyes bent, not hiding the fact that he was still in contact with Li Hua, "He must know this."
Yan Anqing nodded thoughtfully, and it seemed that he was thinking about how to lure Li Hua out. Yun Jian rubbed his nose with his fingers and decided to let the tabby cat go find Luo Bozi now and send someone to communicate with Yan Anqing as soon as possible.
After all, this guy absorbed an entire blood formation. Although he did not awaken any special superpowers, his strength was ridiculously strong, comparable to those with body-enhancing superpowers. Yun Jian saw with his own eyes that he yawned and crushed the iron pencil case on the table because he did not control the strength well.
Therefore, even though Yan Anqing has gotten rid of the curse with the help of the Twenty-Eight Mansions, he still needs to train how to control his own power and find his own future path between super powers and ordinary people.
"That is to say, the tabby cat cannot leave the Twenty-Eight Mansions rashly now," he said regretfully to the cat toy in his mind, "otherwise, it would be most appropriate to let Li Hua take charge of this matter, and it would not easily arouse Yan Anqing's rebellious psychology."
[Yan Anqing has the right to choose whether to join the Twenty-Eight Mansions as a reserve or continue to be an ordinary person. He can also enjoy the special allowances of super-powered people. What is there to be against?]
Cat Toy shrugged indifferently, not thinking it was worth worrying about.
[Before you and Wodi share the same spirit, I will tell him what Yan Anqing said about him. Hey, Wodi will definitely be furious.]
Yun Jian smiled helplessly, and did not comment on the bad taste of cat toys. Instead, he asked with concern: "How is Wodi doing? Did he fight with the ghost master?"
The cat toy was subtly silent for a moment.
[Hmm... you can't say there was no fight?]
Half an hour ago.
Wodi followed the ghost master's envoy into the ghost realm. Along the way, he saw countless ghost soldiers floating in the air. Most of them wore black robes, crowns and jade ornaments. Even if they had pale faces, they still had a bit of scholarly air.
Although he knew that he shouldn't be so bold when he first entered someone else's territory, Woody endured it again and again. When he passed by an incense shop with a sign that said "Fortune Telling Shop", he couldn't help but ask, "Fortune telling?"
Aren’t all the people living here ghosts? They’ve lost their lives, so what’s there to count?
"Time in the ghost realm has stagnated and has remained the same for thousands of years. Many of the ghost soldiers have lived too long and have forgotten where they came from. This fortune-telling is about the past," the ghost master did not seem to be offended and answered every question. He even said a few more words considerately, "If you find it interesting, you can also write down your birth date and past experiences on yellow paper and burn it for the owner. If you forget in the future, you can come back to check it."
Woody laughed awkwardly and was about to decline, but suddenly realized the point of this sentence: "Wait, Ten Thousand Ghost Soldiers?"
"This is what our Lord calls the residents of the ghost realm," the Ghost Master's envoy said in a gentle tone, "Ten Thousand Ghost Soldiers means one against ten thousand. Our Lord hopes that the residents of the ghost realm can rest easy. Each ghost lives for tens of thousands of years, which is longer than the lifespan of ten thousand people."
Woody: “…”
So the Ghost Realm claims to have 18 million ghost soldiers, but is it actually referring to 18 million ghost soldiers? !
No wonder the swordsman's expression was so indescribable when he lamented the ghost master's powerful strength in front of the swordsman.
[Look at the bright side. At least if we fight the ghost master, we don’t have to worry about being besieged by tens of thousands of ghost soldiers.]
Cat Toy sensed Woody's barely suppressed complaints and consoled him dryly.
[And judging by the way these ghosts are chanting poems and painting, they probably don’t know how to fight.]
Woody nodded helplessly.
He originally thought that there were 18 million ghosts in the ghost realm, so he naturally imagined it as a huge and continuous dark city. Even when he followed the ghost master's messenger into the market, he thought this was an outpost outside the city.
Now that the filter was broken, he realized that the ghost domain was probably only this big. Both in terms of area and layout, it was more like a peaceful village. The two-story wooden building with carved railings in the center was probably where the ghost master lived.
Sure enough, the ghost master's messenger stopped less than ten meters in front of the wooden building.
"Our Lord has not summoned us, so we cannot enter without hesitation," the messenger said, his translucent body slightly bent, his posture extremely low, "Your Highness, you can see our Lord after you cross this courtyard."
Woody jumped to the ground and asked worriedly, "But I don't have an appointment. Is it okay to just go in like this?"
It is said that dogs are animals with a strong sense of territory. Would the ghost master who has been assimilated by the hellhound also bite outsiders when he sees them?
The messenger smiled and said, "Don't worry, young prince. You don't need to make an appointment. The ghost realm will always be open to you."
Woody: “Huh?”
He looked at the ghost master's messenger in confusion, hesitated for a moment, and turned around and walked towards the small building. At the same time, the hidden space had been opened. If anything unusual happened, he could turn around and hide in the hidden space.
I walked to the door carefully and it opened automatically.
Wodi, who was already a little nervous, was startled. He leaned back tactically, raised his two front paws vigilantly, and paused for a moment. When he didn't find anything unusual, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the small building cautiously.
The yard of the small building was covered with green grass, which was kept very clean. It was easy to see that it had been carefully trimmed and was lush green. There was lush catnip planted in the flowerbed next to it, and the lavender stamens were particularly beautiful.
Woody paused, and in an instant realized where the familiarity came from when he saw the large clump of plants when he passed by the projection of the first layer of hell - wasn't that blood-red catnip!
So why is there so much catnip in the territory of a big dog? Does catnip have an effect on dogs?
He was confused, and before he could ask the cat toy, he saw a black shadow rushing down from the second floor and almost flying into him.
Although he was said to be charging forward, in fact, it was not too fast in the eyes of Wodi, who was known for his speed. At least it was enough for him to enter and exit the hidden space several times. However, it was precisely because of this, and because he confirmed that the man had no sharp weapon in his hand and did not seem to have any killing intentions, that he resisted dodging. In order to avoid being tested on his trump card as soon as he entered the ghost realm, he took the collision.
This scammer was tall and strong, and he didn't stop even after bumping into the kitten. He pressed his whole body against the cat and rubbed his chin against the cat's furry cheek.
His body was also translucent and soul-like, and Wodi's entire body was sunken into it, as if he had rolled in the cold slime.
"Meow, meow!" Woody blurted out in cat language anxiously, "Why are you meowing!"
The visitor then realized that something was wrong, and quickly put Woody down. He took a step back and half-knelt in the middle of the lawn. He looked at Woody excitedly with his bright eyes: "You are finally back! I have planted the catnip grass. Can you please not leave?"
Wodi was stunned for a moment, then he heard the cat toy sobbing and wiping tears in his mind, and suddenly he had an idea. He looked at this big guy with a fierce face but a silly look in disbelief: "Ghost Master?"
The man nodded repeatedly and answered happily: "It's me!"
Woody: “…”
Isn't it said that the Ghost Master was assimilated by the Hellhound, becoming bloodthirsty and mentally unstable? Why is it such a friendly and gentle big dog?
Perhaps because he was in a daze for too long, the man became visibly disappointed. He squatted there with his head down, secretly glancing at Wodi's expression from the corner of his eye. Seeing that Wodi didn't react, he sniffed softly and whimpered: "I prepared braised spirit fish, which is your favorite sweet and sour taste. If you don't want to play with me, then go and try my cooking now, okay?"
Such a grown man was acting like a spoiled child in front of him, and Wardy couldn't resist. He waved his hands repeatedly at first. The ghost master was so frustrated that he almost cried, and then quickly added: "No, I mean, I am willing to play with you."
The ghost master smiled happily, turned around, and took out a colorful ball from somewhere: "Let's play ball!"
Woody: “…Okay.”
God have mercy on him, he originally thought he was here to fight, but unexpectedly he was here to play basketball with the dog!
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