Abnormal creatures' communication group

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: I wasn't involved in anything. I hope you can maintain your skepticism when the truth comes out. I'm looking forward to seeing you cling to the answer.

[God of the Void] Ghost: I opened the door

[Chess Player] The unknown man nailed in the coffin: Steve, I advise you to prepare for the mission in advance. Before the ghost solves the problem, many newcomers in the group are waiting for the points to be earned.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: ??? I don’t even know what’s going on. How do I complete the quest?

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: I am in trouble and need help. See how simple it is.

While the chat group was still joking with each other, the ghost had already slowly opened the door.

The space behind the door was even narrower than it had imagined. The dense and stacked iron chains almost made it impossible to see anything. But if it weren't for the chains, it was unknown how spacious the space would be.

Because ghosts look upwards, and when they look up, they see a ceiling very high up.

Perhaps the sound of the door opening stimulated the creatures inside, and the iron chains that were originally dragging slowly on the ground immediately moved wildly. There was a strong friction between the iron chains, and some of them were even almost deformed by the strong pulling force.

But the final result was that the monster in the center that was making a lot of noise stopped first.

He looks like a decadent salted fish who has accepted his fate.

The door opened, and the ghost's mood was calmer than before. If he was still a little hesitant before, now he had almost no curiosity left, and just felt bored.

"Who is it? Who is it? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, finally there are living creatures instead of those corpses that have long been dead and have no value."

The ghost heard an excited voice speaking very lively.

"I don't know. Not being interested has nothing to do with me."

I also heard a negative person speak with a lazy mentality.

"What's running around here? Are you playing hide-and-seek with me?"

The last voice was particularly arrogant. Through the layers of chains, the ghost could almost hear the other party's rampant laughter.

But all three sound like they belong to the same person, just with different personalities.

The ghost began to pick at the chains with its bone nails. It was very curious about what they looked like.

[Fanatical Architect issues tasks to assist members (2/4)]

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Master Architect: Holy crap, it was actually successfully released.

Steve cheered. If the pig spirits had not gone far away, he would have been stared at by the crowd as an idiot for a long time.

Before the revelry even began, Steve was forced to stop, as if his throat was being strangled. This was because he almost forgot something very important.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Wait a minute, don't take action this time regarding the ghost, don't take action, really don't take action, let us train on our own, I feel like we are all going to be raised into a delicate flower in your greenhouse.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Reminder, it’s you, not us.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: Reminder, it’s you, not us.

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? : Reminder...

The formation behind followed in an orderly and uniform manner, and those who could spare a little time joined in this little joyful activity.

Everyone was happy except for one guy who was persecuted for a little fun.

The chains broke off layer by layer, like peeling an onion. The monster inside seemed to be aware of the movements of the ghost outside. It shook its chains frantically, trying to shake the last bit of the seal.

The other party also succeeded. With the help of the ghost, some of the chains that were originally stretched and scarred broke one after another, and the monster that was buried by the chains slowly poked its body out from the ruins.

The other person's body is very strange.

He had a strange feeling about the skeleton's skeleton frame, like the ribs that formed the wither skeleton's chest.

Without legs, it just floats in the air.

There are three heads, and they don't seem to have a unified thought, so it looks like three creatures are talking at the same time. The most violent one is in the middle, with impatience written all over his face, giving people the illusion that he will rush out and start killing at the next moment.

People always think about something they don't have day and night. When they finally get it, they may find that it is just like that, and they may even get used to being bound.

When Diaoleng was freed, he was stunned at first, and then he laughed ecstatically. The time he had been imprisoned here was more than ten or even dozens of times longer than the ten months he had been free outside.

But when he thought of those damn pig-headed men, his already throbbing anger became even more intense.

"These damned things broke my oath, they will pay the price!!!"

He squeezed into the door frame as if nothing had happened, using all the muscles in his body, making his skeleton face crackle, trying to break through his own door. He wanted to get out madly, and wanted to settle accounts with those guys one by one. Call it revenge or something else, he would accept it.

Withering would never want to go back to that damn time in the past. The dim, lightless room was extremely heavy, and the heavy chains pressed down on it, depriving it of its last bit of vision. Without a companion to communicate with, he could only talk to his other two heads.

So Withering has actually been driven crazy, quite crazy. There is only one soul in this body, and two of the three heads only have basic thinking ability, and only the one in the middle is in charge.

But even the ghost almost thought that the other party had three minds, because unlike language, that strange aura and tone were difficult to imitate, let alone in front of acquaintances.

Just as Withering was about to fly away, the ghost grabbed him tightly. Some huge energy burst out from his seemingly short stature, and he forcibly pulled the opponent back who was about to fly.

You forgot one thing.

450 The Ghost's Strange Obsession

"Damn it... my life... let go!"

A guy with a bad temper who has lost his freedom for a long time is naturally not someone who is easy to talk to.

Before Withering could swear, a creepy intuition made him stop talking subconsciously. He couldn't stand this kind of humiliation anymore, so he changed his tone and tried to give orders to the other party to dilute his fear.

But the fear that was almost engraved into his bones made it impossible for him to be tough. He had once fought with the taciturn guy in the end of the world and startled a guy who was sleeping in the unknown world.

The fear generated then was even more shocking than it is now.

Because after the sleeping guy woke up, he locked his eyes and attention on him. No matter what actions he made, how he reacted, or where he ran away, that creepy feeling always stuck to him.

First there was anxiety, then fear, and finally numbness, and finally I probably reached the point of collapse.

Then he tore himself into pieces, one by one. His mind was in a mess at the time, and in order to prevent the other party from finding him, he smashed the bones into pieces.

It was for this reason that he was summoned as some kind of taboo and exiled to hell.

So this time he did what he wanted quite quickly, just yelling fiercely but without moving his hands.

[Don't let go]

"Why?" He looked at the bone he was being held on to irritably, his mind full of thoughts of just breaking it. "I have things to do, I don't have time to dawdle here!"

[Thanks]

"? Why are you thanking me all of a sudden?? If you're calling me over something so trivial, there's no need."

The ghost was silent for a while and changed the words on the sign.

[Say thank you]

"I know, I know," Withered replied with increasing impatience. Anyone with ears could have heard the perfunctory tone between the lines. All he could think about was how much trouble this little guy was causing.

Ghosts have no ears, but that doesn't prevent them from hearing the perfunctory talk.

So it looked at its own sign hesitantly, not quite understanding why the other party didn't understand its meaning. It was obvious that people in the chat group could understand it just by seeing those two words, and it even explained it specifically, but the other party still didn't understand.

After a moment's stalemate, it decisively changed the words on the sign and placed it in front of the other party quite stubbornly.

[Say thank you]

"What?" Withering was a reckless man, but that didn't mean he was stupid. He could always figure out a way to something if he emphasized it over and over again. "Are you kidding me? Why...why should I say thank you?"

Perhaps it was the inescapable fear that caught up with him again, forcing him to change his tone and words.

You're glad to be out.

The ghost shook the sign, and the words on the sign changed. He shook it again, and it changed again.

You have to say thank you.

Just for such a small thing!

Yao Ling, who was already very irritable, was now so angry that every bone in his chest was shaking. His bones were fighting up and down, making a crackling sound.

But when he turned his head and met the master's eyes, that nameless anger was extinguished by fear.

"Thank you! Thank you!" He said these two words through gritted teeth.

As the words came out of his mouth, Withering felt the force on him lighten, and he turned and ran without thinking.

However, when Withering thought of those shameful betrayals, his floating body stopped again, and he spit out a ball of fire without hesitation, intending to celebrate his new life with fire explosion and death.

I, the Lord of Death, have crawled out from hell to seek revenge on you!

But his excitement froze completely before it even began.

The expected explosion did not come, and not even a single block was damaged, let alone death.

The reason all comes from the little guy behind him.

The places where the explosion was supposed to have occurred were covered with a layer of black film, but upon closer inspection, looking through the black opening, it seemed that there was no bottom, as if there was an abyss inside, greedily devouring all the prey that fell into it.

And his fire bombs were swallowed by those things.

"Why!" Withering let out a sharp scream, with a madness that was going nowhere.

He really couldn't stand it anymore. He had a deep hatred for those damn guys. If the other party chose to stand on that side, he would also test the other party's depth.

Maybe the other party is just like the thing trapped down there... it has the intimidation but can't use it. This is probably why the other party just stares at him without taking any action. He has figured this out during the long dark years.

There was no way he would be frightened into dismantling himself like he did last time.

Even if the other party really has that strength, the worst that can happen is that he will be torn into pieces again and wait for the next summons. Anyway, during the days of waiting for the summons, he can't remember the time and doesn't feel anything. He just closes his eyes and wakes up when he opens them again. It is much better than these dark days.

[Not mine]

The ghost confidently placed the sign next to himself, showing it clearly for him to see.

[No money to compensate]

This extremely strange reason made the originally furious Diao Ling speechless. He looked at the unharmed surroundings and then sensed the movement above.

In the end, he just snorted arrogantly and was too lazy to continue paying attention.

The ghost watched the strange three-headed creature leave without much reaction, because its curiosity had now been satisfied.

It was just curious about what was behind the door, and now that it saw it, any incidental matters were irrelevant.

The most important thing is that it has promised not to interfere no matter what happens.

What it promises it will do, without exception.

The pig spirits above nervously surrounded the place, and for a long time no one dared to go down to explore the way.

The cell man felt a little bored watching this, yawned, and decided that if they were still so bored, he would let them play on their own, or take advantage of the situation and find something...

This kind of thing is too embarrassing. He is not a petty thief and robber. He is the monarch of a country and he has to maintain his own face.

In a corner not far away, purple flames emerged.

"It's you. I remember you. We've met before." The white-haired girl with a red hood raised her head and glanced at the person who appeared next to her. Her tone was calm and composed. "So, what's your name?"

"X, supervisor or anything else, it's all fine. I never dwell on this matter." The supervisor nonchalantly teased the two green elves in his palms, listening to their giggles.

"What is that...? It looks kind of cute." Little Red Riding Hood was attracted by the loud laughter and moved closer. As expected, she was frightened and took a step back.

The green little guy looks cute from a distance, but it always makes you feel creepy when you look at it up close.

Even though Little Red Riding Hood had seen blood before, it didn't mean that she wouldn't be frightened by something so strange.

"My." The supervisor paused for a moment, arranging his words. "The employees."

He hasn't figured out what to call these little monsters, but since they have signed a contract with him, they are probably his employees.

"Are all these weird things in your hands?" Little Red Riding Hood lifted her hood and hid her exposed hair back.

"Not entirely. It's just that the reward for this mission was too generous, and the ghost promised not to take action again. I also felt that there was some danger. To be on the safe side, for the safety of the other employees, I only brought them."

"Are they strong?"

"No, they only have some basic combat and healing abilities. With these abilities, they can be considered weak."

"Wait, are you serious?" Little Red Riding Hood's gaze changed, as if she were looking at a scumbag. "So you're just going to send them to their deaths? Are they cannon fodder or something else?"

"Of course not." The supervisor did not look at anyone, but just raised his hand and opened his palm as wide as possible. The elves that were originally sitting in the palm of his hand flew out. They flew higher and higher. In just a few moments of flapping their wings, they had already surpassed the distance of the low houses.

"I would never send one of my employees to die." He paused. "Even if the reason was something I would never admit." Like precious property, not cheap human life.