“Fun?!”
Woody almost shouted out loud, but reacted in time and restrained his disapproving tone a little, but his eyes were still wide open, like a kitten who had just watched the Tom and Jerry cartoon.
He really couldn't accept that a person would give up control of his body and independent thinking just for fun, and even connect his soul with another poor person who was suffering from the torture of hellfire.
The ghost master shrugged.
He had been in the ghost realm for so long, staying indoors and having tense relations with the sword master and puppet master. The ghosts he had recruited to deal with the son of Satan naturally could not understand his thoughts. In nearly a thousand years, Wodi was the first person to talk to him about this matter calmly.
Although Wardie's performance at this time was not very calm.
"I am a ghost master, the master of all ghosts, and the first ghost in the world," he said. "I have long lost my memory of life. I don't know where I came from, and I don't know where I am going... When I was confused, Satan picked me up and said he would help me find my memory, so I followed him to build hell... Later, the gods fell, and Satan was assassinated by his son. I came to the human world, looked around, and found that I had always been that wandering soul."
Woody looked at him, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his claws to scoop up a piece of freeze-dried food and put it into his mouth to show his respect for the ghost master's storytelling.
The ghost master really understood what he meant. He smiled with his eyes curved, rubbed his fingertips lightly across the furry cat paws, and his tone became a little more relaxed.
"My soul has merged into the ghost realm, so when I encounter the hellhound regaining consciousness, I can have a brief chat with him."
...
...
Thinking about the foul language-filled exchange between him and the hellhound back then, the ghost master classified it as everyday talk without any psychological burden.
"After being corroded by the Hellfire for so many years, he never gave up resistance. I really don't understand it. If he was willing to sink into this state, he could have avoided the heart-wrenching torture. If he didn't use his own strength to consume the Hellfire, he would have become a powerful creature of Hell second only to Satan."
"As long as he gave up resistance, he could reach the top of hell as the strongest man, instead of wasting away in the mud, breaking down his power into projections that could be bullied by even the weakest creatures, enduring endless suffering, and waiting for the doomed end of depravity."
"Do you know what he said?"
Woody listened quietly.
The ghost master looked at his fingers, as if he saw some unsolved problem. He was silent for a few seconds, sorted out his emotions, and spoke again.
"He said there was a cat waiting for him."
"He said that the cat looked extremely smart, but was actually very silly and adorable. If he didn't go back, the cat would definitely hide in its own temple and secretly wipe away its tears."
"He said that cat likes to be the boss and always makes trouble in the God's Domain without any rules. If he didn't have his support, the gods would unite and bully him."
The ghost master paused and didn't continue.
If he didn't stop recalling, the part of his consciousness that belonged to the hellhound would no longer be suppressed.
So he changed the subject and talked about his mood after talking with the hellhound.
"I am a ghost. Even in the hell where demons are rampant, I am still feared as an alien. Fortunately, I am strong enough. I have also heard that the Cat God reached an agreement with the gods to save the lives of the hell dogs in the divine world. I will guard the gates of hell for life. Therefore, I am a little curious about how it feels to have such a loyal friend."
Woody had mixed feelings.
Of course he did not agree with the Ghost Master's approach, but he also knew that he had no right to tell others what to do. He could not imagine the Ghost Master's confusion or the torment suffered by the Hellhound. He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He could only pat the Ghost Master's translucent pale wrist with his fluffy cat tail as a comfort.
"In short, I have decided to assimilate with the hellhound," the ghost master shrugged, looking nonchalant. "Anyway, I am just a lonely soul, and I have lived for thousands of years for nothing. As a part of the hellhound, I have found my home. Well, in a sense, can it be said that I have gotten what I wanted?"
Woody was silent and nodded slightly.
He did not mention that the Cat God had fallen and that the culprit was suspected to be the Hellhound, just as he had guessed that the Ghost Master must have also deliberately forgotten this matter and did not tell the Hellhound, who had briefly regained consciousness, anything.
They maintained this subtle tacit understanding, looked at each other for a while, and laughed together.
"This may not be the influence of the hellhound on me," said the ghost master, solemnly bringing a basin of cat grass to the table, "but I think I really like you a little bit."
"I'm sure the Cat God has never influenced me," Vodie responded, "but the two of us do make pretty good friends."
He no longer cared whether there was anything unusual about the snacks on the table. He started eating with big mouthfuls. When his belly was full, he looked up at the Ghost Master and raised his paw to step on his forehead, leaving a beautiful plum blossom mark.
The ghost master didn't care, and smiled indulgently and dotingly, like a big dog lying in the sun watching a cat scratching its belly fur.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Woody asked, patting his chest proudly. "Although I'm a bit behind you in terms of strength, I'm still very capable. I can make dog food of all flavors."
The ghost master tilted his head: "What about throwing and catching the ball?"
Woody choked and said solemnly, "That's fine!"
"Just kidding," Ghost Master laughed, "Although I was assimilated by the hellhound, I am still the main person in charge of thinking - after all, this is my body, and the hellhound has been tortured by the hellfire for thousands of years, how could it possibly retain a complete mind? It's just that some obsessions have not been erased. In other words, I am indeed inseparable from the Cat God, but playing catch for eternity, well, I don't have that much physical strength."
What he didn't say was that the hellhound's obsession was too deep, and the ghost master himself lived alone in the lonely ghost realm, without any support in his heart, so most of the time he was unwilling to think at all, and simply let the hellhound's obsession devour him.
But Wodi is not stupid. Combining with what happened before, he can naturally hear the hidden meaning of the ghost master's words.
"Don't think about it. You're not here to listen to a story," the ghost master gently rubbed the cat's head. His tone was so intimate that it was hard to tell whether it was the ghost master or the hellhound who was controlling the consciousness. "Of course you can't learn the art of souls, but I know a thing or two about formations. Are you interested?"
Just by looking at the time-space sealing array arranged inside and outside the small building, Wodi knew that the ghost teacher's so-called knowledge of a little bit was just like the top student in the class saying that he did not do well in the exam. It must not be believed.
So he was particularly excited: "Is it okay?"
"sure."
The ghost master said happily.
"I have waited thousands of years for your return. I finally used the Cat God Fragment to exchange your ownership with the swordsman. Even if I don't lock you up, I won't let you go easily. If you think about it carefully, it should be an interesting activity to help you improve your strength."
From the tone and content of his words, he knew that the Ghost Master was no longer suppressing the hellhound's consciousness. Wodi smiled helplessly. He did not change back into human form, nor did he stay away from the slightly crazy Ghost Master. He jumped to his shoulder in three or two steps and patted him hard with his claws.
The kitten couldn't help stirring the soul body with its claws stuck in the translucent, slime-like cold body. It didn't until the ghost master turned his head to look at him that he withdrew his hand and said, "Sorry, this feels too good to touch."
Not only did the ghost master not mind, he even looked quite happy: "Really?"
His eyes swept across the storage devices in the bamboo building. He was about to take off his robe and get into the barrel in the form of a soul so that the cat could play with slime to his heart's content. Frightened, Wodi quickly stopped him: "No need, meow, let's go learn the formation."
The ghost master let out a disappointed sound.
He held the kitten in his arms, strode out of the door, crossed the courtyard planted with green cat grass, faced the bright sunshine, and put the cat on the swing chair surrounded by flowers in the corner.
"You eat first." He pulled out a crystal fruit basket from his soul, which was filled with fresh strawberries, grapes, and winter dates. "The formation is huge and complicated. Even the basic part will take a long time to explain. Eat while you listen. Don't get hungry."
In fact, Woody was quite doubtful about where the basket of fruit had been placed before, but after weighing it for a moment, he decided not to ask. He just lay down on the swing obediently, picked up a strawberry and put it in his mouth.
The ghost teacher was floating in the air, with the lush grass covering his lower body. He looked like he was sitting on the ground. He cleared his throat and prepared to start the lecture, but he was still a little worried and asked again: "I made this swing with bamboo and wood. Will it hurt your feet? How about a soft pillow under your body? Well, it's windy, and I'll get you a small blanket so you don't catch a cold, okay? It's made of dragon skin, so it's definitely warm. Speaking of which, the sun is a bit hot, and I have a parasol..."
He muttered very quickly, and in half a minute he went from worrying that the kitten would be cold to being afraid that the kitten would be too hot, and then he began to worry that the cat would be too full and not move, causing stomachache. Wodie opened his mouth several times but was unable to get a word in.
"I'm not that squeamish," said Woody, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "When the puppet master was teaching me Transfiguration, I stayed alone in a utility room for several days. It was no problem at all."
He originally wanted to tell the Ghost Master that he was in good health and could handle any hardship, but he never expected the Ghost Master to get furious: "How dare the Puppet Master humiliate you like this?! I'm going to destroy his fortress!"
The next second, he had already picked up the ghost sickle, intending to leave the ghost realm to fight people.
“Don’t go, don’t go!” Wodi rushed over and grabbed the corner of his clothes. Realizing that he and the Ghost Master were not on the same channel at all, he simply changed the subject, “Didn’t you say you were going to talk about the basics of formations? Hurry up, I’m waiting to listen!”
Ghost Master: “Yes.”
He brought a cushion and a small blanket for the cat, poured a glass of sweet iced tea, and finally controlled the dark clouds of the ghost realm to cover the scorching sun, leaving only a faint layer of bright white light. Then he nodded with satisfaction, took a few steps back, and began to explain the basics of the formation in earnest.
Woody: “…”
Meow, he never enjoyed it so much even when taking online classes at home!
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