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The next ball of fire exploded right in front of his eyes, and the Blaze Man and the Wither Skeleton blocked him on the left and right.

"Where do you want to go?" The Withered Skull asked slowly.

"When you were chasing me and hacking at me, did you ever imagine that you would end up like this?! You damned bastards, this is your grave!"

The Blade Hunter roared and spewed flames, then laughed out loud as he admired the other party's embarrassing escape.

As Blazes and Wither Skeletons, they had also run into those pillagers and were chased around by them for who knows how long. If they hadn't been lucky enough, their bodies would have been completely cold or so cold that they had turned white.

They won't miss this opportunity.

The Withered Skull skillfully cooperated with the Flame Man and successfully left a deep scratch on the unlucky guy's body. The flesh was peeled off to reveal the bones, but no blood flowed out. Instead, the black color became darker and darker.

They toyed with each other like this, one of them kept spitting out flames, forcing the other to make frequent mistakes in his movements, while the other one slowly cut into his body.

The Wither Skeleton's movements were not slow, but not aggressive either, so much so that the plunderer was cut to pieces and did not react until his life was about to end.

The characteristics brought by withering continuously caused damage to the opponent, but it happened to make him ignore his more fatal wound.

After this one fell, they were too lazy to finish him off and continued to search for the next predator.

Even though they knew that the other party had not disappeared and was 99% likely alive, they were too lazy to keep dwelling on one person. After all, they didn't know whether these predators were the same group that attacked them.

After all, such a good opportunity is really hard to find. If they miss it, they don’t know when they can pack up all these guys who bully others and throw them out of hell.

The leader was eventually caught up by them.

Then fell to the ground.

When there was no longer a predator standing up in their sight, they drove away contentedly, and when they left, they didn't forget to high-five each other, as if to celebrate their tacit cooperation.

Not long after they left, the leader slowly got up from the ground and dragged his almost heavy and dying body bit by bit towards the city.

Several others who had fallen also stood up at this moment and walked forward with difficulty without hesitation.

They had no way of betting their lives on the possibility that the other party would not continue to pursue them, nor could they bet on the possibility that they could get away with it by lying here and pretending to be dead.

Their only option was to leave, to the place they knew so well, the Piglin Hold, because they had nowhere else to go. As for returning to the Overworld, what a joke! If those guys really came to them, they would be dead soon. You know, there is no unity among the pillagers, only intrigue and deception.

438 The Confused Ghost

"13."

The cell man spit out a number with a look of pride. Although there was still a smile in his eyes, he no longer had the majesty and fear-inducing look as before. Instead, he looked a little lazy, as if he was going to lean aside to rest in the next moment.

He finished his words and, before the ghost could raise its sign, added with a look of regret, "There are too few people. It would have to be at least 60 for it to be fun."

Only then did the ghost slowly raise the sign and then put it back.

Although it didn't quite understand why the other party insisted on reporting numbers, after all, there were only a few people within its field of vision, and it could know everything clearly without reporting numbers, but since the other party chose to say it, the ghost could only imitate humans and raise the sign.

[10]

The cell man didn't even look at the number on the sign, but his expression became even more proud.

As if he had planned it, he put away the regret on his face and restrained his smile a little, returning to his slightly curved expression. He said with a smile full of joy, "I win this game, but you are not allowed to cheat."

The ghost nodded. Although it didn't quite understand the meaning of this kind of competition, it certainly didn't kill as many as the other party.

The reason is simple. The endless small props on the opponent's body are much more convenient than it to kill the fleeing predators.

When those guys were running around like stars in the sky, it could only aim at them one by one with magic, but the spell went straight without turning, and the terrain here was bumpy, so it would be better for it to sneak into the void and quickly sneak up to the opponent to give them a solid and convenient attack.

As for the few lucky ones who managed to escape, neither the ghosts nor the cell people mentioned them, and no one chased them.

After all, it was just a game played on a whim. It's not worth it to go all the way to catch up with those guys.

The cell man wanted to say something. After all, he was happy to have defeated the ghost, the only one in the group who had the title of god.

Although he would eventually settle accounts with those so-called gods, hang their heads aside as trophies, and sit on a high throne sipping fine wine, he couldn't do that now.

He has to establish this kingdom first. After all, provocations come in first and last.

Weren't those gods trying to destroy this kingdom? He absolutely couldn't grant their wish.

In the end, there will only be his voice in that country... and in that world too.

Why had he been so foolish back then? Why hadn't he considered expanding his influence beyond the island? There were vast expanses of undeveloped land waiting for him to conquer, but he was fixated on his own approaching lifespan, refusing to take a single step, ultimately dragging the entire country into the abyss.

…This is really stupid.

He looked at the ghost, who was squatting obediently in the same place, his hands full of the spoils dropped by those guys, and he was rummaging through them carefully, fearing that they would be damaged.

The mockery that had come out of the cell man's mouth and the ambition in his heart disappeared completely, and he was silent for a long time.

It would be even better if there were more bows.

After the ghost had tinkered with all those things, he found that none of them were tasty. This discovery made him quite depressed, so he could only hold all those things in his arms and run quickly towards the cell man.

The cell man looked at the man's actions with a puzzled look on his face.

It was not until the other person came up to him and tried hard to lift those things high that the cell man realized what was going on.

He squatted down, took the things with some doubts, and then asked.

"For me???"

The ghost nodded, and considerately held up the sign in case the other party didn't react.

[The weapons they use are very similar to the ones you use]

The Cell Man knew what that "very similar" meant. Because when he was slaughtering those guys, he also took out a crossbow. Whether it was the pattern or the color, the one he held was many times better than the scrap metal that those guys dropped.

"What do you want me to do? Take out the trash?"

The cell man was still puzzled. He didn't have the personality to like guessing riddles like the doctor in the group. He liked to be straightforward and didn't like to read people's words. After all, it was always others who figured out his affairs, but he never figured out others' situations, even when he was down and out.

[I think you need it, if you don't, I'll take it]

Fortunately, ghosts speak directly, but too directly. All their words remain on the surface, without explanation or tone. Sometimes, if you don't think about the actions of the other party, it is really difficult to understand what the other party is trying to express.

So when the ghost spoke in a little more detail, the cell man immediately realized what the other party meant. The other party simply thought that these things might be useful to him, so he paid special attention and helped him collect them.

The cell man felt that it would be a bit too unkind to keep a stern face at this time, but he didn't feel like laughing.

His smiles were varied, some were joyful, some were crazy, some were murderous, some were smiling but not really smiling, but no matter what kind they were, he didn't have that gentle smile that made people feel friendly at first sight.

So in the end, the cell man restrained his smile, just nodded lightly and responded with an "hmm", as if to symbolically tell the other party that he understood.

But he put away everything in his hands.

There is absolutely no intention of returning it.

The ghost saw that the other party had accepted what it gave, and said nothing more.

Just curiously looking at each other's emotions that were almost tangled into a ball.

The other person's emotions were always gray at the beginning, whether he was smiling or frowning, his face was always gray.

It's not that he's in a bad mood, but that he doesn't care. Occasionally, there will be a slight fluctuation, but it will only turn towards black, and it will look worse. Even the killing just now only cast a layer of blood-colored mist over the other party's emotions, but if you look inside, it's still that layer of gray.

Until now, the gray color of the other party has become slightly lighter, mixed with many messy emotions that even it cannot count, and there is a flash of pink in the middle.

The ghost remembered that pink was a very girly emotion, but it did not find it strange. After all, many people in the chat group expressed such emotions. Large patches of pink would often appear involuntarily and surround the ghost when the ghost did not use its ability to see through other people's emotions.

This is not the first time the ghost has encountered this situation; it has even become accustomed to it.

Thinking of this, it realized that it had used its ability to peek into the other person's emotions without the other person's consent...

It glanced at the person again as if it was guilty, but luckily the other person was immersed in his own world and didn't notice it at all, so it was able to stiffly move itself a little further away, trying to move itself out of the other person's... field of vision. But that shouldn't work, so it would try to minimize its presence.

It was not until the sound from the chat group attracted the attention of both the ghost and the cell man that the ghost stopped his little movements and decisively opened the chat group.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Ghost, could you guys help me out?

【Weapon Master】A great cell: inconvenient.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: ...If I'm not a cell person, will you die if you don't tear it down and I don't lift it?

[Weapon Master] A great cell: You are not worth my time alone.

The doctor who was just about to come out to smooth things over decisively canceled the message he was about to send.

It was not difficult for him to see that Cell Man's words were a double entendre. Not only was he saying that Steve's affairs were not worth his time to take action, but he was also saying that the other party was not worth his arguing with and sabotaging.

It seemed that something might have happened to the other party, causing him to become extremely angry. If he tried to smooth things over at this time, it might only make the other party even more angry, and then everyone would be embarrassed.

The doctor sighed silently, apologized to Steve in his heart, and decided not to get involved too much.

Fortunately, Steve was really generous and didn't take the cell man's words to heart at all, and didn't even care about it.

If I have to say that I care, the most I just think about is that sooner or later I will settle the score with the cell person and pin him to the ground and give him a good beating.

As for when to settle the score...given the Cell Man's nature of not holding grudges, he might forget about it after the chat.

【God of the Void】Ghost: There is time

Especially since the ghost answered him with dignity... Although the ghost would probably answer as long as the person was in the group, and most likely would not refuse a request.

Then Steve would probably forget even the fact that the Cell Man challenged him.

And this is indeed the case.

Steve completely forgot about the cell man's previous unfriendly tone and was only focused on chatting with the ghost.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: I knew that you would not refuse, ghost. Actually, it is not difficult. The main thing is to find the opening in this world and where it connects to the other world?

Steve, behind the screen, tried hard to suppress the urge to laugh too much. After all, Zhu Xi was still discussing things with the other side in a serious manner. As for why Steve didn't take the stage himself...

He doesn't know how to do business, and the policy set that day was also made with the help of Tony Stark. Now Tony Stark is so busy that he doesn't even have time to talk. How could he have time to help him with this kind of thing?

Okay, he finally managed to fool the other party, using the excuse that he had been asked to handle all the previous issues, and now he couldn't be asked to take action on these simple matters.

Besides, what Tony Stark had given at that time was already detailed enough. Well, although Steve still didn't understand it, it didn't matter, as long as the two piglins understood it.

Anyway, no matter what, his mission was to hold back his laughter. Even if he succeeded, it wouldn't be a problem if he laughed out loud now. It wouldn't affect their negotiations. After all, interests wouldn't be destroyed by such trivial matters.

It's just that it's a bit weird. Even though Steve is shameless and has no bottom line, at some strange moments he wants to pretend to have moral integrity.

[Void Heart] Ghost: Hmm.

The ghost agreed quickly. When it saw the task, it agreed without thinking.

Because everything it promised, whether it was saving the defeated kingdom, sending a few flowers, or spreading the flame, was completed. If Quirrel or any other insect had also issued a commission and request to him at that time, then there should still be such an insect sitting beside the tranquil lake.

It agreed, but before it could move, the cell man grabbed its cloak.

"I didn't say I would agree?"

The ghost tilted its head in confusion, not knowing what the other party said had to do with the task it had agreed to do.

When the cell man saw his reaction, he knew that the other party had not guessed the meaning of his words, but this was exactly what he wanted.

"look."

The cell man stretched out his finger and lightly tapped the chat group floating in the air.

Even though this thing can be stored in the brain without being visualized at all, why are the people in the chat group all surprisingly united? I hate having other things inexplicably stuffed into my brain, so the chat group has always been external.

"Steve here is asking, 'Do you have time?' That 'you' naturally includes me. I just rejected it, and you agreed. Isn't that a bit awkward? You didn't even give me a chance to explain. Isn't that too authoritarian and arbitrary?"

The cell people put the hat on the ghost's head without any guilt, and even seemed to be justified.

If those ministers who had been dragged away and beheaded by him saw this, they would probably feel sympathy for the ghost.

After all, they have been labeled as such by the Cell People many times. The problem is that once these labels are put on them, no matter whether they can hear that something is wrong or not, they will most likely end up dead.

The ghost couldn't hear anything at all. It was just confused by what the other person said. It always felt that what the other person said was not quite right, but it seemed to make some sense. So it stood there in a daze, holding its head and thinking hard.

"Since I have refused, then you, ghost, cannot agree to it without permission."

The cell man smiled again, a lazy smile, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep and looked at the hazy sky, an involuntary smile forming on his face. "So leave him alone."

I have already promised

The ghost shook his head violently, and was so fooled that he didn't notice anything wrong.

"But I didn't agree." The Cell Man smiled triumphantly. "Unless you do me a favor, I'll agree to take on Steve's mission and help him with you."

Yes, the Cell Man went through so much trouble just to do a small favor, just like the previous duel with the ghost.

[I see]

The ghost nodded, not noticing anything was wrong.