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Green wanted to argue, but was also hung from the ceiling.

After a long period of education, the ghost finally understood his mistakes and learned to respect the fruits of others' labor and not to destroy the environment at will.

Otherwise the other party will be very angry and it will be hung on the ceiling.

315 Card Master and Abnormality Shelter

When the men were tied up tightly and thrown in front of them, Odin and Stephen Strange suddenly reacted. They were still discussing why the enemy's cannon time had run out.

With the defeat of Malekith, Asgard reacted quickly and erected a protective shield. The huge fleet returned empty-handed, and their defeat was only a matter of time.

"...It ended so abruptly."

This complaint came from Little Red Riding Hood, who was awakened by a loud noise and thought a battle was about to begin, so she reacted quickly and grabbed her weapon.

To be honest, she had already imagined countless scenes of arduous and arduous battles, but unfortunately the enemies on the road this time were so weak that it ended in such an unclear way before she could even figure out what was happening.

"Because it's a ghost." Tony Stark shrugged casually, as if he had expected this to happen. "Besides, what did you expect?"

"A battle that is extremely difficult and won't give up until the very last moment?"

Little Red Riding Hood nodded.

"Everyone worked together, relied on their tenacity and perseverance, and ultimately succeeded in defeating their opponents?"

Little Red Riding Hood hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"I discovered a tiny weakness when I was in a desperate situation, and relied on this to turn the situation around?"

Little Red Riding Hood nodded again.

"Or was it a heroic charge filled with individualism, deep into the enemy's heart? Utilizing ingenious planning and tactics, ultimately successfully thwarting their plot?"

Little Red Riding Hood nodded so hard this time that her hat slipped off his head.

When Tony Stark said this, his expression became very unnatural, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes. It wasn't that he was contemptuous or anything, but simply because as a person who had been through it, he found it funny and embarrassing.

"Come on, you think this is a movie? It's full of personal heroism. Honestly, if a movie were really shot like this, I bet this outrageous script would flop and not even recoup its budget."

Little Red Riding Hood fell silent for a moment, lowering her head and not knowing what she was thinking.

The ghost squatted on the ground, holding his bone nail in reverse, and poked the tightly tied Malekith with the nail. The restless restlessness of the void flowed through the other's body, exuding a desire to prey.

This panic feeling that made him feel like he would be devoured at any time made Malekith explode on the spot. He wanted to say something, but unfortunately his whole body was covered tightly. He could only make a helpless humming sound and move frantically on the ground. Even the strong restraint of the void made him struggle to find a little breathing space.

"So you're going to stay here for a long time this time, ghost?"

Tony Stark looked at the ghost who was so interested in the strange food and coughed a few times in an attempt to divert his attention.

The ghost nodded.

After all, Thor is still undergoing the test, and it can't leave for a while. Even if it has accelerated the time in the dream world to more than 50 times that in reality, it is likely that it will not be able to leave in a short time.

"Alright then." Tony Stark pointed at the man lying on the ground in a negotiating tone. "As for this guy, leave it to me. I'm sure I'll be able to develop a device to separate ether particles in no time. At least, I think it'll be faster than that stupid... ahem, Thor."

Although Tony Stark really hates God, it is not nice to speak ill of his son in front of his father.

The ghost nodded, reached out and gently pushed the still squirming person, and the person rolled over directly with a gurgling sound.

Tony Stark stretched out a foot and stepped on the man to stop him, then subconsciously snapped his fingers. It was not until there was no movement for a long time that he remembered that this was not New York, nor was it his home. So he used nanorobots to wrap this guy with another layer of void with great disgust.

It's not that he dislikes the void, he really doesn't want to touch this thing, and the other party is not the Elf Queen.

He now has to find a way to quickly separate the ether particles, so that the ghost won't be unable to resist and eat them by mistake. As a qualified caretaker, ah no, how can a friend of the ghost tolerate the ghost swallowing such garbage at will?

He would never admit that he had been watching too many pet videos and ghost fan fiction on the website recently, so that his mind was full of strange imaginations.

So if a mechanical pet is designed based on the appearance and personality of a ghost, it will probably be very popular and sell well.

The next moment he began to ponder this vague possibility.

However, he glanced at the ghost, and thought of Green and Chunchun who might come, so he quickly killed the idea.

Are you kidding? He wasn't afraid of those two lackeys of God. He just didn't want to get into trouble with the ghosts.

"Now that it's over, can I go back?" Little Red Riding Hood, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. She didn't want to waste any more time here. Since she had already obtained the reward for the task, the right thing to do was to go back quickly and find her grandmother.

You know, she hasn't even reached the Black Forest yet, so she clicked back and spent 1000 points to unlock the title for herself.

Congratulations to Little Red Riding Hood for winning the title of Card Master.

【Welcome user "Little Red Riding Hood"】

【Open functions】

【Card Extraction】【Card Upgrade】【Card Combination】

With the disappearance of Little Red Riding Hood, Tony Stark realized belatedly that someone seemed to be missing.

"Hey, where's the guy who calls himself the supervisor? Ghost, have you seen him?"

The ghost shook its head slightly; it had not encountered the other party on the way here.

"That's strange. I remember he came to find you, didn't he?" Tony Stark touched his chin and gave up thinking after a moment, too lazy to dwell on it too much.

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich man: @Today's anomaly is out of control again, brother, where are you?

[Abnormality Shelter] Today's abnormality is out of control again: I've gone back.

He looked at the three abilities he had sorted out and lied to Angela without changing his expression.

He watched the lines of text flashing on the system for a long time.

[Congratulations to today's Abnormality for getting out of control again and earning the title Abnormality Shelter]

【Welcome user "Today's Abnormality is Out of Control Again"】

【Open functions】

【Armament Upgrade】【Binding Contract】【Ability Assimilation】

The first two are to upgrade and transform the special Eog equipment obtained, and the other is to sign contracts with new employees or even abnormalities. As for the last one, ability assimilation, he can obtain the abilities of other employees and contracted abnormalities, and can change them to a certain extent... It's really an incredible ability.

316 Things in the Camp

Before it got dark, it started to drizzle.

A thin old woman wearing old-fashioned square-framed glasses stood by the fire, looking up at the rain falling from the sky. She had her hair tied up in a slightly high round bun, with white hair on the ends. The wrinkles brought by the years also took root on her face. Her skin, which should have been plump and fair, was now as crisscrossed with gullies like a dry river.

She held a bundle of dry wood and glanced calmly at the extinguished stone fire that was full of primitive and rugged beauty. She put the wood down slowly, pulled out a few wilted branches from it, picked up the slightly charred pig skin that was rolled up next to the fire pit, took two thicker branches, and used the pig skin to cover the top of the fire pit.

Then she stirred the black ash in the center of the stone fire pit, revealing a faint fire buried beneath the ash that had never been extinguished.

After fiddling with it for a while, the thin branch gradually began to burn. Seeing that the fire was showing some signs of growing, he took the firewood placed nearby and slowly put it into the fire pit, and the flames in the fire pit also rose.

At this time, she reached out, picked up the pig skin elegantly, rolled it into a roll, and put it back to its original place next to the fire pit.

Before putting it down, he used the slightly cleaner side to wipe off the black dust on his hands, and sat on a ball of grass beside him, as if taking a rest.

The scorching flames were particularly eye-catching in the slightly damp and chilly rain.

First, Willow, the little girl who loved playing with fire, was attracted over immediately. She dropped the kettle in her hand - it was raining now anyway, so there was no need for her to water the field, God would take care of it.

Then he moved closer to the fire, stretched out his hands to warm them, and was not afraid of getting burned.

"What terrible weather," she muttered softly, using the flaming flames to roast the berries she was carrying. "This rain should just stop! No one likes endless rain."

Even with berries stuffed in her mouth, Willow couldn't stop complaining. The sweet, sticky, sugary food couldn't completely block her mouth.

The next person to come over was the little girl Wendy. She sat by the fire, took off the beekeeper's hat on her head and put it aside, then shivered violently.

She didn't like rainy days either. Although she didn't hate and dislike them as much as Willow did, the cold and dampness that came with rainy days were really unpleasant.

She glanced at Willow, who was roasting by the fire and eating berries, and gently reminded her, "There's some fresh broth brewing in the pot over there. It's enough to fill our stomachs and maybe even warm us up in this freezing weather."

"That's not even cold!" Willow retorted. "Don't tell me you haven't heard what Wilson told us about winter monsters and the terrible weather that freezes everything. If even this is considered too cold, what will we do in winter?"

"Besides, who would want to run so far in such a nasty rainy day to get unnecessary things? I don't want to do that anyway! Whoever wants to go can go, I just want to sit by the fire!" Maybe it was because of the rainy day, or maybe it was because her beloved teddy bear broke into pieces when she was being chased by bees. In short, her temper was not good at the moment, and it was even a little bad. Maybe she was just venting her anger unscrupulously.

"Alright." Wickenbottom, who had been resting silently with his eyes open after lighting the fire earlier, could no longer sit still. "Girl, I know you're feeling bad. After all, Wilson and the others have been gone for so long. It's not surprising that you're worried or afraid. I know you desperately need to vent your anger to prevent yourself from starting another fire and causing even worse consequences, but your anger shouldn't be directed at your companions."

Willow immediately lowered her head and played with her fingers a little helplessly. She grew up in an orphanage, and the only warmth for her was the fire and the tattered bear.

This shabby-looking camp, filled with dust and mud and unable to even shelter from the rain, has unknowingly become her only home. So every time she heard Wilson discussing how to go back, she remained silent. She didn't want to go back, didn't want to go back to that terrible world, but if everyone went back, what was the point of him staying here alone?

These things became an unspeakable pressure for her, so much so that she could only vent them in the form of other anxieties on her companions whom she regarded as family.

Perhaps because the atmosphere had become tense, or perhaps because she couldn't bear to see others' disappointment, Wendy quickly waved her hands and couldn't stop talking. "It's okay, it's really okay. After all, she didn't mean it. I understand how she felt. She was just so anxious that she didn't realize what she was saying. By the way, do you want me to get some broth?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wickenbottom glared at her.

"And you too, don't always put yourself in such a difficult position."

Wendy smiled softly and said nothing more.

The area around the fire fell into a strange silence again. Time slowly passed and the sky darkened completely.

Wickenbottom added a few more pieces of firewood to make the flames burn brighter. Wendy and Willow worked together to bring the pot of broth over. The aroma of the meat filled the warm and shabby camp.

They held the soup and blew on it carefully to remove the layer of hot steam on the top. The tightly sealed pot preserved the hot soup so well that even the bowl became boiling hot.

The rich meaty aroma melts completely into the body as soon as you take a sip. The hot warmth emanates from the stomach, dispelling the last bit of chill. The stewed soft meat is about to be bitten into the mouth. The juice overflows after a few chews. You drink it together with the soup, and your mouth is full of satisfaction.

The two young girls gathered together and quickly forgot their previous quarrel, as if they had reconciled. They whispered about whether to lay a fluffy carpet on the rough wooden floor if the rain stopped tomorrow. Their voices became smaller and smaller, their eyelids drooped sleepily, and they just snuggled together and fell asleep leaning on each other.

Wickenbottom stood up and covered them with a long blanket made of yak fur. She sat there silently and continued to look out. Suddenly, she saw a ray of light coming from the distance. She was sure that this was not the time when the sun should be awake. After a moment of uneasiness, she thought of an exciting possibility, but her face was still tense and there was no smile. It was just that she stood up and went to greet him, which exposed her completely.

Wilson may be back, and the camp's biggest backbone is on his way back.

317 What is an unscientific scientist?

When Wilson returned to the camp and saw the familiar fire flickering in the distance, he couldn't help cheering in his heart.

Wilson came to his senses halfway through the journey and gave his brother a warm hug, ready to say goodbye. It would have been easy enough for them to meet up anyway, but Sora, perhaps out of concern, hadn't left yet.

Wolfgang and Vigfried also saw the flames burning over there, and they couldn't help but speed up their pace. After all, they had been away from the camp for too long, and they missed the warm camp and the three companions guarding the camp so much. But the next moment, they saw that Wilson, who was originally running wildly and even about to cheer, was stopped abruptly by himself, and their movements also slowed down.

Of course Wilson wanted to cheer. If possible, he would even like to run around the camp a few times happily, and he was not afraid of being embarrassed.

But he saw two girls sleeping soundly in each other's arms from afar, so he unconsciously slowed down his pace and even his breathing became lighter, for fear of waking them up.

"I still have a pot of broth in the pot. It may be a little cold now, but you can put it on the fire and roast it for a while." Wickenbottom reminded him in her usual cold tone, which made Wilson feel very cordial.

"Of course, of course, I can't wait." Wilson agreed without any hesitation. Even though Kong had taken out a lot of food on the way here and almost filled his stomach, he felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart when he thought of the warm broth.

He knew very well that such simple and rough food could not compare to the delicacies carefully prepared by Kong, but he was still looking forward to it.

"Would your friend like to try some? There's some meat in the refrigerator, you can use it to cook together." Wickenbottom looked at the boy who was walking towards the pot impatiently and reminded him.

Being sharp-eyed and intelligent, she could naturally see that the three people were dressed in the same uniform, and were completely different from the ones here. Especially the blond boy, he was exactly the friend that Wilson kept talking about, so the identities of these three people were naturally obvious.

Kong originally wanted to wave his hand to refuse, after all, they had eaten quite a bit along the way. But then he felt that he couldn't refuse the old man's kindness, so he raised his hand to ruffle his hair and agreed vaguely.

Seeing this, Barbatos leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Sora, are you sure we can still fit it in? Why not just refuse? Your agreement was pretty vague anyway."

"But it's not good to refuse the old man's kindness, right?" Kong Ya replied in a low voice.

Barbatos glanced at Sora, then at the old man in front of him, and suddenly felt a pang of annoyance.

"Are you serious?"

"What's wrong?" Kong looked at the person in confusion, his entire face almost filled with doubt.

"Me." Barbatos gritted his teeth and raised his hand, pointing at himself. "I'm an old man too, why don't you respect me?"

"Ah—" Sora subconsciously raised his voice, then thought of the person standing not far away and quickly shrank back. He scratched his head awkwardly, his eyes darting around. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, I really forgot about this."

At this moment, Barbatos displayed a remarkable generosity. He reached out and patted the person, revealing a smile that, in Sora's opinion, was awkward. "So, next time, remember to respect me a little."

Sora glanced at Barbatos, and then thought of all the unreliable things he had done. His eyelids couldn't stop twitching. After a long while, he finally managed to straighten his expression and looked at him expressionlessly. "I don't want it."

"--Why are you like this?" Barbatos put on an aggrieved face and complained aggrievedly, but unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Barbatos' world of injuries has increased.

When they all sat by the fire, they each held a pot of hot soup in their hands. It lacked the spiciness brought by seasonings, but had more of the original sweetness.

The two good friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time immediately started chatting enthusiastically after the tension of the urgent journey was gone.

"Wilson, why did you faint?" Kong immediately asked the question that concerned him the most. If the other party was really not strong enough, then she really had to consider dragging him to complete crazy tasks.