Abnormal creatures' communication group

"Thank you..." the piglins said to the ghosts with a heartfelt, choking sob. The piglins, who had been suppressing the wither skeleton army, had realized the wither skeletons had returned to normal and that nothing was happening here, so they ended their wandering around the village. They had come almost without stopping. The piglins had endured constant inner torment during their stay abroad, missing their abundant possessions, their sheltered homes, everything. When the situation calmed down even slightly, even though safety remained uncertain, the piglins were determined to return home. However, their urgent return, besides longing for home, was also driven by a crucial need to quickly calculate all lost property and report it to their good neighbors, the wither skeletons. As for why they were linked to the wither skeletons, and why they were being targeted when it wasn't the wither skeletons who had caused the damage to the city... if it hadn't been for their help? The Wither Skeletons were likely still in a state of disorder, reduced to mere puppets in a state of confusion. Having experienced the depths of a chaotic era, they refused to abandon their hard-won selves. Their pursuit of freedom was stronger than any other desire. Therefore, the Wither Skeletons would surely be filled with gratitude and compensate them for their losses. Those skeletons would definitely compensate. The Piglins' faces darkened at the thought of their lost property. Those without weapons clenched their fists, while those with weapons quietly tightened their grip. "Force is the worst that can be done." With weary eyes, they gazed upon the heroes who had prevented the catastrophe from completely ravaging the world, and solemnly repeated their words in unison. "Thank you so much," they continued, their words clashing in a chaotic, uncoordinated voice. This chaotic, disjointed chatter continued for a long time until the Cellman let out a cold, undisguised laugh. Only then did they realize their confusion and fell silent. The scene suddenly grew quiet. The piglins glanced at each other, then, in tacit agreement, took a step back, leaving only one articulate figure standing at the front. He opened his mouth, then shifted it awkwardly, not as if he were about to speak, more like he was making a face. But he was just moving his mouth, making sure it was still there, ensuring that nothing would slip out of his mouth. After all, having the trust of so many companions was a rare gift. He needed to check his mouth was still in place, lest a shudder stifle his words. He struggled with this for a long time, trying to widen their small, green eyes and speak clearly. "If it weren't for you, we might never have returned to this place, and even our lives might have been difficult to settle down. That monster... when he was fully prepared." The piglin breathed deeply as he spoke his long speech. After all, he hadn't had time to catch his breath during that raucous rant. As a creature who adheres to the basic laws of biology, he still needed to breathe. He took a deep breath, calming himself. He looked up at their benefactor, only to be met with a stiff smile. Wait, a stiff smile? Steve maintained that awkward smile, debating for a long time when he should tell him that, in fact, they were responsible for this disaster. He'd prepared himself many times, but when he reached him, he still didn't have the courage to admit it. After all, he'd witnessed firsthand how greedy their race was. How they cherished their possessions, like the wolf's devotion to Little White, or the villagers' love for wheat. He felt that if he truly said those words, he'd be doomed. [Sorry] The ghost forcefully raised a specially crafted sign, pure black and enormous, slightly larger than Steve. As the Void continued to grow, it not only eroded certain soul-bearing objects, but could also briefly invade those without souls. The words on the sign glowed a shimmering white, the color of souls. Before the piglins could react, the words on the sign had already changed. [I released that strange creature.] A ghost's speech rarely includes a self-centered subject, only omitting it to describe something that has or hasn't happened, depending on the circumstances. This is why its words are so difficult for others to understand. But today, it not only included a subject, but also an explanation. [To satisfy its curiosity] "What?" "What's going on?" "I don't understand?!" "Oh my god, is what they say true?" The piglins began to chatter again, and the cell people couldn't help but complain. "I said that without a unified leader, chaos and disorder would inevitably follow." Unfortunately, Steve, the target of the criticism, was already in deep despair and didn't even notice his voice. As for the other cube-like person who had no desire to listen to him... let's not talk about it. [I'm sorry, I can make amends. It's what I should do.] The ghost held the sign firmly, because it was the cause of this unprovoked disaster. No matter what excuses it found, it could not erase the root cause. It had no habit of denying its mistakes. Besides, it's not impossible to make amends. Maybe it can be done by working here for a while. The ghost, with its near-infinite lifespan, thought optimistically. As for Green and Pure... there's no way they could cross the world wall and enter this world directly, right? Suddenly, the ghost felt guilty, thinking back to its own affairs and the pile of troubles it still had to deal with. It put away the sign, hands behind its back, and pondered how to reasonably make its compensation. Steve was also prepared for wrath, but those guys weren't angry, just mumbling strange things. Piglins weren't stupid; most business-minded species had clear minds. Since the other party had already expressed their willingness to compensate, they couldn't get angry. Besides, even if they did, they wouldn't be able to defeat them. Maybe if they just fought, they wouldn't pay again if they didn't kill them. If the compensation was truly paid, there was no need to get angry. What's done is done. They thought at the same time. The sound of gold pulsing in their heads. "I think it's okay." "There shouldn't be any problem, right?" "Once the compensation is in place, everything will be fine." They started arguing again.

460 In the end, Tony Stark came to the rescue

In the end, this storm was handled with ease.

Not even the ghosts paid any price.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that those greedy guys suddenly became kind-hearted and learned how to let go of their wealth, nor is it that they suddenly became enlightened and let go of worldly things and material possessions. It's simply that someone asked them to pay the price.

And this person is Tony Stark.

He has already achieved the pinnacle of being a capitalist in his original world. The law is his final say, and the United States is his chess piece. Apart from a certain ancient and mysterious oriental country, he is only willing to pay attention to living people who are worthy of respect.

After completing all this, he felt a little anxious and had a heart-to-heart talk with the doctor all night. He didn't get the answer he wanted, but he felt relieved.

In short, the wealth he has now is not enough to compensate for the loss of those simple houses. Even if he makes all those houses into gold, it will only be a drizzle.

He can now easily transform materials like this, so gold and silver are no longer rare items.

As for why Tony Stark knew about this, it was probably because the Cell People had finally lost their patience with the heavy labor that was about to come.

As a king, he would never do such a thing.

He came here for vacation, not to work. As for why he didn't run back or refuse in advance, he could have done that and the ghost wouldn't say much, because this matter had nothing to do with him. The only thing that was related to him was that they were all in the chat group.

He didn't know why, but he just didn't do it. He didn't want to work here, nor did he want to leave just like that, so he immediately found a compromise and notified everyone in the group.

He knew that since there were ghosts here, someone would definitely show up to help them.

As for Steve's desperate attempts to conceal this matter, what did it have to do with him? Even if the other party was ridiculed to death by Tony Stark, it would have nothing to do with him.

Besides, he was happy to watch free fun.

The cell people watched Steve wailing in the group with a mentality of looking for fun and not minding the trouble, and watched Tony Stark stabbing the other party in the heart with a barrage of words.

Then prepare to return to your own world.

He has figured it out. Why bother with the junk of the past? No matter what title or name he has, he is unique and he is himself.

Whether he is a king or a cell man, they are all part of him. Even without those experiences and identities, he becomes a different person, either glamorous or disabled and old, but he will never be tamed. He will always be a free beast.

This is who he is.

Besides, he had a lot on his plate, from the epidemic to the rebuilding of his country. It was pointless to dwell on so much; it would be better to get these things done quickly. Cell Man had always been a man of action.

The ghost didn't stay for long. It bowed sincerely to the pig spirits, saying that if Green and Chunchun saw those guys, they would be killed. Then it left.

On the one hand, it is because it has stayed here long enough, and it is a person who takes responsibility very seriously, so it always has to go back to give an explanation to Green, and purely to Bumblebee.

The second reason is that Tony Stark volunteered to invite the ghosts to visit his world, and even said a long and sincere speech for this, which was rare.

Even the doctor couldn't help but complain when he saw it: Where did you get this tool from to write such a long paragraph for you? Is it one of those artificial intelligences?

Tony Stark: No, some old popsicle stick.

The ghost couldn't find any excuse to refuse, and it wasn't like he had been completely idle in the past. The chubby little robot that Tony Stark gave him seemed to have some damage. If he wanted the little robot to be repaired, he could either put the robot in a red envelope and send it over, or go there in person, or ask Tony Stark to come and get it.

However, things with souls cannot be put in red envelopes, so it now only has two choices. The ghost has asked someone else to do something, so it can only come in person.

This is indeed serious business.

The ghost tried to argue.

As for Steve, since he had taken out a sufficient amount of gold as compensation... God knows how the two pieces of gold were transferred to each other, but seeing that the amount was almost half less when it was transmitted, it only takes a little thought to know that it was done by the chat group.

In short, no matter what the process was, the result was that Steve became the Pigling's guest of honor, discussing new trade matters with a look of familiarity.

Val originally thought that Steve might escape because of the other party's warm hospitality, but it turned out that he adapted well.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the other person.

Steve shrugged and smiled meaningfully.

Of course, he's growing, isn't he? No matter how enthusiastic these monsters are, they're not as enthusiastic as the villagers. Although compared to some people in the group, his performance has always been stable, always at the bottom, never surpassing.

But come on, they were people in the group, and they were also making progress. It was normal that he couldn't catch up with those monsters. But until now, he hadn't been left far behind by the people in the group, had he?

This seemed like a happy ending for everyone. Although there were many unexpected events along the way, at least Steve accomplished what he wanted to do, and even exceeded his expectations.

The changes in hell are still within Steve's control, but what about the end of the world?

Steve thought absentmindedly.

What will that place look like?

Wither has become like this, he always feels that the Ender Dragon will be more difficult to deal with than the other party.

This is a strange intuition. Even before the world undergoes drastic changes, the Wither is much more troublesome than the Ender Dragon.

But is it really that simple?

The ever-expanding, bustling city was too conspicuous, especially to the eyes of those fanatically sweeping through it. When a sliver of gray skin appeared on the distant mountains, the wheels of history began to turn again, and he was bound to bring about a bold and colorful chapter.

This city, which was gradually built into a paradise by the villagers, is now exposed to this huge world. It doesn't seem to be a bad thing, but I don't know if it has many benefits. It just adds a change.

For the villagers who have experienced many ups and downs, this change may just be a temptation, not a test.

461 "Father, please don't abandon me again."

"Father."

The hoarse voice of an old smoker appeared beside him like a shadow, followed closely by a tightly locked embrace.

The wide scarlet robe completely covered the two insects, isolating them from a separate world.

The opponent's slender limbs were locked very tightly, but for a ghost, it was easy to break free. Nothing could trap it, and the only thing that could trap the ghost was itself.

But the ghost, feeling guilty, just moved symbolically and stopped struggling, allowing the other party to hold it tightly.

"I got you," Green said.

Even his raspy voice couldn't mask the slight tremor in his calm tone.

The ghost should have played innocent to get away with this trouble.

But this time it heard a hint of panic in Green's voice. Ghosts are always shockingly slow in emotions, but their control over emotions is incredibly sharp.

Green was indeed panicked, and the respect and appropriate distance he should have maintained were all forgotten.

He was too afraid of the days that were forgotten in the darkness. He was afraid of the past when he could not even feel any dissatisfaction and just followed the rules, folded his wings and slept in the darkness waiting for the ceremony to come.

The owner of the flame refused to become a vessel without autonomy again, being tied by the strings to make a destined end. He once thought that he had completely escaped such a fate, but when the ghost left and left him where he was, his self-proclaimed composure and calm thinking were completely stripped away with the passage of time.

He couldn't think calmly after the ghost left, and those cunning little thoughts were worn away by time, leaving only the purest anxiety.

When he broke free from his fate of nothingness and the first thing he saw was a ghost, the cause was planted.

Yes, his loyalty to the ghost was never because of the system. It might have had some influence, but it was definitely not the main reason.

This perhaps somewhat unpleasant feeling of being a fledgling should have faded with the passage of time, but the ghost kept giving in to the other's petty temper, repeatedly pushing the boundaries. The falcon, which should have been soaring in the sky after its plump feathers, still sat in that small nest, wings folded.

All this is the result now.

If the Doctor were here, he would probably realize this and point it out, but the ghost wouldn't. It would only become more confused and accommodating, which just sounds like some kind of vicious cycle.

But the parties involved may not necessarily enjoy it.

After Green held the ghost for a long time with a feeling of grievance, he resumed his meaningless show-off like a peacock spreading its tail.

Green lazily bent his body and rubbed his cheek against the ghost's. He felt the familiar breath of the void, and even his tone of voice rose slightly with satisfaction. "Father, I have waited too long."

Perhaps it was the return of the ghost that brought back some of his sanity. Although he still did not let go of the other person, he at least suppressed the extreme words he wanted to say.

"I'm sorry." The guilty ghost apologized in a very low voice without even holding up a sign. Although it didn't know what it was apologizing for, in this situation, an apology was all it took.

What the doctor said is effective after personal testing.

Sure enough, Green's attitude softened instantly, and he even let go somewhat helplessly. "No, no," Green retorted hastily, standing up. "How could my father be wrong? He shouldn't apologize."

Although he had some selfish motives in saying those things, that didn't mean he wanted to see his father apologize to him. That would be too disrespectful, even though his father's apology was really cute... No, how could he have such a disrespectful thought?

Green tried hard to shake off these thoughts and tried to change the subject, but before he could open his mouth, the ghost changed the subject first.

"How did you catch him?" The ghost tried to tilt his head back, his empty eyes meeting Green's scarlet eyes. There was endless emptiness in them, and no one could see any emotion from them.

Green looked at the ghost's movements and held down his hand that was about to rub his cheek. This movement was so cute, especially those void tendrils that stretched out from under the mask to support the body, which were quite adorable.

Just like some small animals in those strange worlds... No, no, no, I can't think like that. Green tried to forcibly curb his fantasy. He looked at the ghost, and with great difficulty controlled his hands for a long time before speaking.

"Just wait at the place where your father disappeared." In order to avoid losing control of his emotions and losing control of himself, Green forced himself to look away, but this trick was useless. After a while, his eyes were glued to the place again.

"When my father returns, there will be a purple flame-shaped mark on the ground. I just need to seize this opportunity." Green stared at the ghost, trying to find an excuse for himself.

"I've been waiting for a long time." The ghost was stunned.

"I've been waiting since my father left." Green immediately revealed an aggrieved expression. He squatted down, almost sticking to the mask of a ghost, looking pitiful. "I've been waiting until now."

Green is very good at finding advantages. He is not the kind of person who is unwilling to say anything. After all, with the ghost's temperament, if he says nothing, he probably will really get nothing.

Besides, he had indeed waited for a long time and had not moved a step, even though he no longer needed to eat.

You have to know that she doesn't have a chat group, and he has no idea how long he has to wait. Maybe the time will be so long that it will be frustrating, and he is not a guy who is content with what he has to do. You can get a rough idea of ​​this by looking at the fireballs he spitted out when he was a container.

But he still waited.

The ghost remained silent, feeling that it was inappropriate to say anything now. The ghost wanted to apologize, but Green didn't need it. He was beginning to miss the time when he couldn't speak, when he didn't need to explain anything, when he just needed to listen silently.

But now is not the past.

The ghost gave him a hug, a hug it thought was better than nothing.

"Father, please don't leave me again." Green fumbled in the man's small arms, like a restless cat—if his size was ignored. "And don't just leave without a word again."

The ghost looked at him and nodded slightly.

But even such an easily overlooked action was enough to make Green ecstatic.

Green raised his head and stared at the ghost again. He couldn't find any excuse.

462 What bad intentions could there be?

The ghost will always fulfill the promise he made, even if it means carrying delicate flowers through a narrow path covered with thorns and filled with acid.

Even if it had not obtained Isma's tears, and was not as powerful as it is now, it would still be the same if it only carried a fragile body that would crack at the slightest blow.

So this means that it must take Green with it on the rest of the journey.

This sounds like it completely conflicts with its own sneak peek.

In fact, the ghost didn't mind much. The main reason why it didn't want to take Green and Pure with it was because they seemed to make something that was originally very simple become complicated and troublesome.

Ghosts are not afraid of complexity and trouble, but that doesn't mean they like them.

What ghosts like is a thrilling battle, not a path where there is a trap every two steps!

Coupled with the increasingly busy Hallownest, Bumblebee would be too busy if he didn't leave the two of them behind. The ghost who had been trying to be lazy and not work appropriately showed his guilty conscience.

But once something is promised, it is promised, so.

The ghost looked at Green seriously, and seeing Green who had been playing some tricks, he swung the tip of his tail uncomfortably, and took out the black sign again. In order to prevent the other party from not taking it seriously, the handle of this wooden sign was slightly longer than before, so that the ghost could gently put it on the ground and knock it a few times.

[Three Articles of Agreement]

"My father's words are my guidance, and my loyalty to him is unshakable." Perhaps noticing the ghost's solemnity, Green stood upright again, one hand in front of him, his tone and posture were impeccably elegant.

[First, do not take action without permission]

"It's only natural." Green narrowed his crimson eyes, looking even more dangerous. "Besides teaching some offenders a lesson, I won't waste my time on insignificant people."

If those guys he killed could still hear what he said, they would probably lift up the coffin lids and sit up, accusing loudly and asking the other party to translate what "a small lesson" meant.

But this is impossible to happen.

Because they have turned into ashes, floating in the sky and earth, without even a coffin.

But the ghost didn't know about this. It was extremely honest and believed in Green's loyalty and the other party's promise, even though Green had cleverly exploited some loopholes with little tricks in words more than once.

[Second, no running around]

"How could that be?" Green felt a little depressed when he saw the second request. He didn't quite understand how he was perceived by his father. "I will always follow my father. It's the same now as it was then."