"Does this count as me fighting with the Ghost Master?"
In the ghost realm, bamboo house and courtyard, Wodi stood on the green flower bed, looking at the ghost master happily picking up the ball not far away, and fell into deep confusion.
[Since eating is a form of fighting, then playing ball is also a form of fighting.]
Cat Toy spoke in a deep tone.
[This is the famous saying of the first servant of the Cat God. It is absolutely true.]
Wodi: "...Aren't you the first servant of the Cat God?"
[Of course!]
Cat Toy is so proud.
Woody was speechless and stopped trying to argue with Cat Toys about the differences between words.
Anyway, you don’t have to take the college entrance examination to be a servant of the Cat God.
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"If I accidentally quote 'The Cat God once said' when writing an argumentative essay, my Chinese teacher will probably take me to the door of the office and make me stand for three classes," he said in shock. The thought of this scene was terrifying. "Compared to that, I would rather play catch with the ghost teacher for three days."
Before he finished talking to the cat toy, the ghost teacher had already floated back happily with the ball in his arms. He pushed the ball in front of Wardy, bent down, carefully reached out his hand, and touched the cat's fluffy head. Seeing that the cat did not resist, he was immediately excited and happy.
Woody always felt that there was a transparent dog tail shaking rapidly behind him.
He calmly took half a step back, trying to test the Ghost Master's current condition. Before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by the Ghost Master with a disappointed look on his face.
"Don't you like playing ball? Ugh, well, you didn't like it before either," the ghost master looked at him hopefully. The nearly two-meter tall man curled himself up like a child, frowning and mumbling in a low voice. Even his fierce scars looked aggrieved. "There is a fish pond in the backyard. These are the descendants of the spirit fish I bred myself, with the purest bloodline! Shall we go fishing first or eat braised carp first?"
"Let's eat first," Wodi shook his tail. For the sake of caution, he did not change back to human form. He followed the ghost master into the small building and casually asked, "Do you also raise spirit fish descendants? The sword master also gave me a pool of spirit fish descendants before."
"The Sword Master gave it to you? That thing is mine!" Ghost Master said angrily, "She broke into the ghost realm without permission, fought with me, mocked me, and stole my fish! It was that time that the Sword Master caught me off guard. The next time I see her, I will bite her throat off!"
Woody: “…”
Well, at least he knew why the swordsman didn't want to come to the ghost realm.
The ghost master's voice was rough, and his face was even more fierce and ferocious. When he got angry, the air around him was faintly rippled, showing his powerful strength and absolute control over the ghost realm. However, it was strange that even so, the originally vigilant Wodi did not feel the slightest threat.
Perhaps it was because he remembered to slow down and wait for the kitten to catch up with him even when he was angry, or perhaps it was because there was always a sense of grievance and complaint in his words, so Woody not only did not feel fearful, but even felt a little pity for the big dog.
He wanted to pat the dog's head, but when he stretched out his cat claws, he realized that he couldn't even reach the ghost master's knees, so he quickly put down his claws and stretched to hide his embarrassment: "Don't be angry, I will avenge you when I go back."
Obviously, Ghost Master was much stronger than Wodi, but one of them dared to speak and the other to respond, and even agreed with great joy: "Okay! Dig out all the spirit seeds in the sword master's back garden and eat them as melon seeds!"
Woody scratched his ear.
Of course, he had long realized that the Ghost Master mistook him for the Cat God, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious at this moment. Could it be that the Cat God in the Divine Realm back then had really dug up the back garden of some unlucky god?
[Of course not! How could the Cat God do such a thing!]
CatToy clarified angrily.
[How dirty it is to dig out the spiritual seeds from the soil! My god is so smart, of course he stole the spiritual seeds and ate them before the gods planted them!]
Woody: “…”
Well, after all, the Cat God is also a kitten. How can he expect a cat not to cause trouble?
In the time it took to chat with Cat Toy in their minds, they had already walked through the cushioned entrance and into the bamboo building.
The two shutters were open, and the elegant morning breeze brought the bright sunshine into the house, and even the breath was filled with the fragrance of plants. On the dining table was a plate of braised fish, wrapped in a complicated formation. Wodi looked at it curiously for a few more times and was immediately shocked.
He originally thought that it should be an ordinary preservation formation, but he never expected it to be a powerful formation that slowed down time. Not to mention the profound foundation and powerful strength required to set up this formation, the spiritual liquid and other natural treasures required to maintain this formation alone are not something that ordinary people can afford.
This kind of magic array would probably hurt even if the sword master was here, let alone the Twenty-Eight Mansions - and the ghost master actually used a huge and expensive time magic array to preserve a plate of braised fish!
"Hurry up and eat," Ghost Master untied the formation and pushed the food towards Wodi impatiently, looking at him with sparkling eyes, "I have spent nearly a thousand years researching this improved recipe, and I guarantee it will be the most delicious!"
Woody raised his paw and held it in the air, not knowing whether he should speak.
The ghost master is not a hellhound, he is not the cat god, and this is not the once peaceful and tranquil divine realm. Maybe the big dog's feelings for the cat are real, but this feeling has nothing to do with him.
Unlike the Sword Master, although he was also sent to the human world by the Son of Satan, the Ghost Master did not interfere with the establishment of the Biluo Organization, and he almost never left the ghost realm. He had no grudges against Wodi, and being assimilated by the hellhound was misfortune. Although Wodi could not awaken his mind, he could not use this misfortune to profit for himself.
He hesitated for a few seconds, but finally put down his claws.
If it was just an ordinary braised fish, he would have eaten it, but this braised fish carried all of the Hellhound's longing for the Cat God. It had been improved and cared for by the Ghost Master for thousands of years. How could Wodie treat it with the mentality of treating a delicious breakfast?
"I'm not the Cat God," he cleared his throat, ready to fight in case the Ghost Master turned his back on him and jumped up to beat him up, "You recognized the wrong cat. My name is Wodi, and I'm a leopard cat born and raised in Sufang City."
The ghost master looked at him steadily for a while, moved his fingers, and after a moment, seeing Wodie's increasingly vigilant eyes, he suddenly laughed out loud.
Wardy leaned back tactically, with his front paws carefully placed on the edge of the table, a little worried that the ghost master might have been driven crazy by him.
"It's okay, don't be nervous," said the ghost master, wiping away tears from laughter and waving his hands, "I know, after all, I'm not a real hellhound."
After he finished speaking, he smacked his lips and sighed, "I'm not a hellhound... This is so rare. I haven't realized this for many years."
Wodie, who just thought that the ghost master might not be that crazy, shut up silently and looked at him cautiously, his cat's sixth sense sounding the alarm.
That is, after wandering around the ghost realm, he confirmed that he could easily return to Sufang City by hiding in a hidden space, otherwise he would not have committed suicide like this on someone else's territory - morality and so on are not as important as life - if necessary, he can use aliases to play the role of the Cat God and the Hellhound together, and then play the role of a cat toy and a god, a meow!
"Luckily you woke me up," the ghost master smiled with his eyes curved and his voice gentle, but his words were quite scary, "In ten minutes, the sealing formation arranged under this building will be completed. The hellhound originally planned to seal itself and you together in the small building, to accompany you for the rest of your life, never to be separated."
Woody's eyes widened in shock. He didn't bother to play nice anymore and jumped up from the table: "What?!"
High-level sealing arrays would block time and space. If he was really sealed here, he would not be able to get out even if he had a hidden space.
"After all, he is no longer the Tengu he once was," the Ghost Master laughed briefly, looking down at his nearly transparent five fingers. After a moment of silence, he dumped the braised fish on the table into the trash can. "Even though the Hellfire's erosion was suppressed by the Ghost Realm, it still subtly changed the character of the Hellhound."
The cat's paw moved slightly, and Woody shook his tail, his eyes falling on the plate of braised fish that was thrown into the trash can.
He didn't know much about formations, he just learned a few weeks with Tang Aibai during the 28 Mansions, and there was no other good way to deal with such advanced formations except violent destruction. However, when the ghost master took action, he vaguely felt that the pressure that shackled the hidden space disappeared without a trace, so he easily guessed that the switch of the sealing formation was tied to this plate of braised fish.
If he had really eaten the braised fish just now, he probably wouldn't be able to get out of here.
Woody sighed in his heart, raised his head and looked at the ghost master again, and couldn't help but become more alert. This guy just pretended to be a pure big dog and fooled him around. Who knows if he is wearing another mask with ulterior motives now.
The ghost master remained calm.
If he was like a warm and friendly golden retriever before, he now looks more like a German Shepherd who was just adopted after gloriously retiring from his post as a military dog. He is majestic, with an indelible fierceness, but his expression is gentle and well-behaved. He sticks his nose in front of people and tries to act coquettishly in a not-so-experienced way.
"My relationship with the hellhound is not the kind of mutual restraint or one is stronger than the other as you think," he said, pulling out several large bags of snacks from a small wooden box beside him. Most of them were tuna slices, frozen strawberries, and other things cats like to eat. "That's what the swordsman described to you, right? Well, I guess so. In that person's mind, apart from Satan, the only thing left is the law of the jungle."
Woody didn't dare touch the snacks on the table. He pretended not to be hungry and listened attentively with his ears tilted.
"In fact, I was assimilated by the hellhound on purpose."
The ghost master blinked and gave Woody an answer he had never expected.
“Although I am only one of the seven servants of Satan, and I am far inferior to the Heavenly Dog God of the past, Heavenly Dog has fallen to this point and has lost its former glory. I am also fortunate to have merged with the soul of the first layer of hell. If I really want to resist, the hellhound will not be able to do anything to me for at least ten thousand years.”
This is also why the Son of Satan never thought that the Ghost Master would be assimilated, and sent him to the human world to work with such confidence - he knew the strength of his subordinates, and did not think that he would not be able to withstand the attack of the hellhound in such a short time.
The tips of Wodi's ears twitched slightly, full of confusion: "Why do you want to assimilate with the hellhound?"
"Oh, well," the ghost master curled his eyes and raised his chin proudly, "of course it's because it's fun."
Woody: “…Ah?”
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