Abnormal creatures' communication group

Cuphead yelled loudly, completely drowning out the already faint sound of the mug. "Wow, this chat group is really experienced! Can this chat group really solve that annoying devil?"

The ghost nodded, and as if to make it more convincing, it held up another sign.

【Can】

"Hey, can't you talk?" Cuphead was stunned.

Mug immediately nudged his brother with his elbow and said earnestly, "Ignore this idiot."

After saying this, he leaned over to Cuphead and whispered, "The other party doesn't have a mouth, so of course he can't speak. Please be careful with your words."

When the ghost heard this question, he tilted his head in embarrassment, and spoke after a while.

An ethereal voice that transcended gender and age echoed in everyone's mind. Everyone inevitably stopped, and the liquid in Cuphead and the mug's head began to sway.

However, the ghost soon realized his problem, lowered his voice, and lowered his head quietly without saying a word. He even pulled out his bone nails and drew circles on the ground.

He looked like he had done something wrong.

The supervisor was the first to calm down. He calmed down and looked at Little Red Riding Hood's condition. Unsurprisingly, fear appeared on Little Red Riding Hood's face. He immediately stuffed the cute and small Bodi into her arms, and the fear on her face began to ease. Until she also came to her senses, he immediately took the dog back into his arms.

It's not that he's stingy or anything. These anomalies are really too special. Except for himself, others should be cautious when using them to avoid any negative effects, which will make it difficult to treat them.

"That was just now." Little Red Riding Hood's voice was a little hesitant and hesitant. He looked at the ghost, perhaps a little confused. "--Was that the ghost's voice?"

"Probably." The supervisor, still feeling a bit nervous, rubbed Bodi twice more. He finally calmed down a bit after hearing the other party's lively barking. "It looks incredible?"

He asked the other party this.

Recently, the image of ghosts has been given to people chatting with us is quite credible. It is really impossible to imagine that this indescribable and terrifying sound can be made by a ghost.

"You must have seen the cute little dog in my arms before it transformed into a monster. That fat onion cried so hard that its tears could even break through our defenses. So, don't be bound by your fixed ideas."

The supervisor persuaded slowly in the tone of someone who had experienced it.

He had seen too many anomalies, too many things whose appearances were completely opposite to their inner selves, such as magical girls, the Greedy Queen, and those anomalies who pretended to be kind.

Little Red Riding Hood nodded. She was only slightly shocked but calmed down after a short while. After all, she was from the chat group and was knowledgeable.

The poor cup brother over there wasn't so lucky.

After standing for a long time, the two of them couldn't hold on any longer. They turned around and leaned against each other. Their mouths and eyes were crooked and the liquid in the cup was almost spilled.

"I saw my soul floating away." Cuphead stretched out his hand tremblingly, grabbing at the air a few times.

Mug shook his head and nodded heavily.

The ghost immediately emitted white light from its short hands and used the power of its soul to heal them briefly.

As soon as the pale soul merged into their bodies, they immediately jumped up and down with energy.

"I feel great! How about you, Mug?"

"I think so too."

His expression was so exaggerated that there was no trace of his previous listless look.

"It looks like two lively guys have joined the chat group this time. They seem to be even more active than Steve."

The supervisor stood not far away with his arms folded, watching and silently observing everything around him for analysis.

The ghost didn't care about this at all. It just walked over and subconsciously raised its bone nail, but then felt something was wrong, so it put it back behind its back and replaced it with its own small wooden sign to poke the other person's cup head.

Can I drink it?

Yes, it is really curious whether the drinks in these two cups are drinkable?

Cuphead and Mug were stumped by this question. They looked at each other, somewhat unsure. After a while, Mug responded hesitantly.

"Okay? I always drink before I go into battle."

484 Who still remembers the mission?

The ghost simply extended a black tentacle into the void and took a small sip.

Because it saw the other party wilting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, the ghost hurriedly gathered a handful of souls and poured them into the other person's body. After all, they were members of the chat group and couldn't let anything happen so easily.

As for the taste when you drink it, it's hard to describe.

It was unlike any drink it had tasted before. It tasted a bit like the soul, and it even tasted something strange, hesitant and timid.

"How about it?"

Mug came over curiously, and he would take a sip of his drink every time, even though it seemed to taste just mediocre.

The Cuphead next to him looked at the other person with a puzzled expression. After trying to organize his words several times without success, he simply gave up.

After all who wants to drink from their own cup!!!

He glanced stealthily at the expressionless ghost.

Well, he wanted to too.

As long as it is something that requires thinking, people will be curious. He didn't pay attention to it because it hadn't been brought up before. But now that it has been mentioned, he is scratching his head and becoming curious.

【Delicious】

Although the taste is strange and hard to describe, Ghost still classifies it as delicious. After all, this is the first time he has had such a strange experience.

Mug just showed a somewhat happy smile when he was pushed aside by Cuphead.

Cuphead looked at the other man.

yelled. "Hey, do you want to try mine?"

Little Red Riding Hood looked at the extremely harmonious scene in front of her with an expressionless face, and she always felt that there was something going on.

Especially when you think about the two brothers inviting the ghost to drink the water in their cups, that is, the water in their heads, it sounds like inviting someone to eat their own head.

She couldn't help but imagine the cup as a human, and then she shuddered violently.

Little Red Riding Hood pulled her hood down a little and subtly turned her eyes away.

As one of the few pure humans in the chat group, such a scene was too exciting for her.

The ghost over there had already tasted the liquid in Cuphead's cup.

It's also a taste that's hard to describe, and it also tastes of recklessness and impulsiveness.

Cuphead placed his hands on his knees and bent over, asking impatiently, "How does it taste?"

The ghost nodded, and the words on the sign lit up again.

【Delicious】

"Then tell me which of us tastes better!" Cuphead's eyes lit up, and he reached out to embrace his brother, putting his arm on his shoulders, as if he would not let go until he got an answer.

"Hey," Mug protested quietly, but that was all.

He and Cuphead stared at the ghost expectantly, as if hoping to get a satisfactory answer from the other party.

The ghost looked left and right, then decisively pointed the sign at Cuphead.

Simply judging the taste of the two drinks, it really couldn't tell any difference, but it preferred the reckless and impulsive one to the cowardly and timid one.

Because it had been a reckless man in the past, and was only restrained a little after its body was cracked by strange creatures, such as the jellyfish that could self-destruct.

"Yeah." Cuphead jumped up and down with a happy expression on his face. "Hey, that's what I said. I must be the best."

He joyfully reached out to grab the ghost's arm and give him a warm hug.

The flame that had been following the ghost and hiding under the ghost's cloak immediately transformed into a tall creature.

Green bent down and tightly grasped the hand that Cuphead was about to reach out. If it weren't for the fact that the ghost didn't seem to dislike this guy, this guy named Cuphead would have been picked up by him long ago.

"Ouch!" Cuphead cried out in pain.

Mug, who was still in a daze, saw his brother being bullied and immediately reached out to grab Green's hand.

"Let go of Cuphead. Even though he has a bad temper, likes to steal my food, and even broke the handle of my cup before, he is still my brother."

Green, who was already very irritable, immediately narrowed his eyes, leaving only a scarlet slit.

But before he could take any further action, his cloak was grabbed by someone and his father was looking up at him.

Green immediately realized that he couldn't argue with these two guys anymore. He loosened his grip, and Cuphead immediately took two steps back, rubbing his wrist that was almost deformed by the pinch.

He stomped his foot on the ground, looked up at the other person angrily, and pointed his finger. "Hey, what are you doing?!"

"Teaching proper etiquette," Green replied calmly. "Hasn't anyone told you that doing something like this without permission is extremely rude?"

The two brothers were shocked at once.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," Mug apologized dryly.

"We didn't know his elders were with him," Cuphead said quickly, and was immediately nudged by Mug.

Mug immediately apologized again sincerely. "I sincerely apologize to you, sir. Please don't tell Grandpa Teacup about this. We just wanted to play with him."

"You shouldn't apologize to me, you should apologize to my father." Green clearly noticed that his father pulled his cloak again, which only made his tone sound less panic-stricken.

"What? Your father!" The two brothers immediately began to look around. This person must be a grandfather. What if they told Grandpa Teapot about this?

They would be dead then.

The ghost looked at them with his eyes wide open, looking around as if he was searching for something, and ran over with his short legs, took out his little wooden sign and poked their faces.

Then, when they turned their attention back, they held the small wooden sign high up again.

[Here↓]

In order to prevent them from not understanding, the ghost considerately changed the words.

I am Green's father

"what!"

In the dusk, both Mug and Cuphead seemed to hear the sound of their own cups cracking.

Green was in a rare good mood. His father finally admitted the matter openly. He felt relieved and didn't even bother to argue with those two guys. As long as his father didn't mind, he didn't even care about their apologies.

Anyway, it looked like those two people wouldn't be able to recover for a while, and there was no telling how long they would stand there petrified.

After a long time, Cuphead finally came to his senses and couldn't help but complain. "Oh my god, this is too crazy!"

"So we were talking to an elder just now, and we should be more polite." Mug raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"...Hey! I don't want to. He seems easy to talk to."

Little Red Riding Hood looked at the people arguing over there and couldn't help but complain. "How long will it take for them to realize that the mission is over?"

"It's not important. At worst, just treat this operation as a trip." The supervisor shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with letting yourself relax once in a while. You seem a little overwrought."

"...Why are you suddenly talking like the Doctor?"

"...How about I consider learning how to speak like a Cellman?"

485 Can you please focus on your work?

"Why are you here?"

The moment he saw Purity, the Cell Man subconsciously frowned.

The reason was simple, probably because the other party was wearing a piece of white armor and looked like an upright knight, which made the cell people very uncomfortable.

He always felt that the other party would raise his weapon high in the next moment, shout "Long live democracy", and then escort him to the guillotine to watch his head fall to the ground.

No, this seems to have a mixed taste.

The cell man turned away in annoyance to prevent himself from continuing to think too much.

He answered the other party's question simply and concisely, his tone as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"help."

This may sound perfunctory, but Tony Stark, who just arrived here, thinks it is already very good. At least they are still willing to perfunctorily give them a try.

If it were Green, without the ghost watching over him, there would at least be an argument, and there might even be a fight.