Abnormal creatures' communication group

Only the supervisor seemed to be very busy. Whenever someone raised the white flag of surrender, he would walk away with a calm face. No one knew what he did, and he came back after a while.

However, every time he did this, the supervisor couldn't help but glance at Green and resisted the urge to take out his notebook.

It doesn't matter. Once he signs the most difficult A's, he may not be able to fight that guy.

The ghost came to the casino and rushed straight in. The Dice King appeared in the center and was halfway through his elegant bow. Before the ghost could make a move, Green made the first move.

The fervent flames completely surrounded the opponent. When he raised his head, he was trapped in the center of the flames with a confused look on his face.

"Father, please forgive my impoliteness. I shouldn't have taken the initiative without your consent, but I am eager to fight this time. I hope you will allow me."

Green put one hand in front of him and bent down slightly, with flames dancing in his scarlet pupils. The ghost tilted its head in confusion, but there was nothing to disagree with, so it nodded decisively.

He jumped onto the gambling table next to him and patiently watched the battle that was about to unfold.

Yesterday's flames almost surrounded the Dice King. Green slowly walked out of the flames and into the center of the circular arena made of flames.

He snapped his fingers.

Countless fire bats cheered and surrounded him. Looking at this scene, the Dice King snapped his fingers and took out a dice.

Rows of poker soldiers rushed forward. It was a coincidence or something else, but when poker meets fire, it's like a natural enemy.

The fire bat opened its fangs and swallowed the poker soldier in one gulp, then spat out a pile of ash. More poker soldiers pounced on it but it was of no avail. Handfuls of fine ash fell to the ground and were blown away by the wind, until nothing was left.

Green walked forward gracefully. The Dice King panicked and threw out chips of three colors. Green just pointed his finger, and the sharp thorns pierced the chips all over, as if they were strung together.

The arrogant cigarette died even faster. Green just blew out a ball of fire, and the other party was quickly cremated into a pile of ashes.

The other few who were brought out were basically just for show. Dice King was at his wit's end and he tried to retreat, but behind him was a scorching fire, which was so hot that it forced him to stop.

But Green did not continue to press. He just snapped his fingers again, and the circle of fire trapped the opponent in a small space, making it impossible for him to advance or retreat.

After a while, a white flag slowly rose up. Green snapped his fingers again, and the flames dissipated, leaving only the Dice King with his clothes burned to tatters standing there. The moment the flames dissipated, he quickly took a few steps back and staggered to the side of the gambling table.

Green didn't even glance at it, but slowly returned to the ghost's side. "I won, father."

The ghost nodded and finally walked towards the devil sitting on the throne. The devil looked at the other party and pretended to be calm.

"Now that you have all the contracts, put July there and you will be free. I mean what I say."

Faced with the oppression of the ghost, he didn't dare to mention whether he wanted to work under him or not. Just kidding, he still had some foresight.

"No, devil." Cuphead decisively rejected his proposal. "I will not give these contracts to you?!"

"That's right!" Mug, for once, showed his toughness and loudly rejected the other party's request. "We won't give you the contracts. You cheated us out of these contracts, didn't you? Our previous bet was also fake, right? We're going to burn all these contracts today!"

Although the Cuphead brothers don't have good personalities, and sometimes they even fight with each other, and have a lot of bad habits, those who are picked out by the chat group all have some shining points.

Even if these good qualities will be buried in history because of a wrong decision, there is still a chance to turn back, which is what the chat group gives them.

The devil slammed the table in anger. He was indeed afraid of ghosts, and he couldn't explain why, but that didn't mean he was a soft persimmon that could be bullied. Just as he was about to pick up his weapon, the ghost's bone nails had already arrived.

When he raised the white flag of surrender, it was all over.

Cuphead and Mug cheered as they burned all the soul contracts. They jumped up and high-fived each other.

[God of the Void] Ghost: It's over.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Wow, so fast, much faster than I expected. I thought it would take a while longer.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: He is a ghost after all. It's okay. There's no rush. Some people haven't gathered yet. After this banquet is over, the potion to cure the plague will be distributed. This is not only our banquet, but also a banquet to celebrate the rebirth of this kingdom.

Iron Man: Ordinary Rich Man: Whatever? Let's have some fun tonight. I built a huge sound system. Let's dance!

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: I got some wine from Ling, and everyone will have a drink to their heart's content when the time comes.

[Cell Man] Weapon Master: What a pity, the wines in my collection have deteriorated into strange fermentations.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : A lot has been happening here lately, whether it's the unblocking of another continent or the things happening on those continents, it's all weighing on my mind. It seems no one's journey is smooth sailing, especially the lottery, which is a complete mess. I'll send you some duplicate weapons when the time comes, so please don't be offended.

The banquet is about to begin.

Oh, by the way, when the ghost was leaving, he suddenly thought of something. They were not going to burn the soul contract and were not doing good things for those people, so why should they beat them all?

The ghost, unable to figure it out, tilted his head and simply stopped thinking about it!

491 Let's sing together.

Purple flames slowly appeared in the open-air venue carefully prepared by Tony Stark, and the figures of Ghost and others soon emerged from the flames.

It is not early now, and the orange-red light of the setting sun is falling, dyeing the cumulus clouds with color, which looks quite unique.

The banquet was very lively, one could even say it was a scene of chaos.

Kong stood in front of a special cauldron, waiting for the delicacies inside. A small mascot floating in the sky couldn't help but make a slurping sound while also waiting. Klee stood beside him and tugged at Kong's trouser leg. Kong comforted him and said that he had to wait a while.

The Young Master was sparring with the Guardian in another vast open space, while Zhongli, the Doctor, and an old lady with all-black hair and a rather majestic look were drinking tea on the other side, looking quite relaxed.

Ifrit was standing in front of a barbecue grill, the aroma of barbecue wafted out, and Keobe stood by waiting eagerly.

The botanist was discussing plant matters with another guy who also looked like a vegetative person. They were surrounded by plants of various shapes, and a sunflower was also mixed in with a smile.

Tony Stark looked at the thing in front of him that looked like a robot with curiosity. He really couldn't understand how such a simple device could run smoothly, and he even saw a soul in the other party.

Barbatos was playing the piano and singing not far away. Xiaoliu and Mono sat cross-legged together, nodding their heads and listening.

A lazy skeleton was lying on a cushion, propping up his head and squinting his eyes, looking like he was asleep. Lying with him was a girl named Xi.

Wilson led Valkyrie and other friends around with them. A beautiful girl leaned on a majestic Chinese dragon and sipped her wine.

Next to him was Thor, the God of Thunder, holding a jar of wine and praising it highly.

There was also Nian, who was wearing a white cheongsam and swinging a big white tail, and Xiangling were holding a strange red pepper and discussing it together.

A bearded black man wearing a chef's hat and the tall Wang Shou were squatting in front of more than 20 pots, waiting for them to boil.

The little spider ran from one end of the field to the other, and when it saw that the food was cooked, it would sneak over there to take a bite.

Most of the others were also doing their own things. In short, the scene was extremely lively.

As soon as the Cuphead brothers arrived here, they were attracted by the dazzling food and followed Spider-Man to eat and drink. The supervisor, on the other hand, was wandering around in the crowd and took out his notebook in his hand at some point.

Green stood behind the ghost with a reserved look, while Chunchun also walked over calmly.

The ghost tried to raise his arm and wave at them.

Later, I thought of what the doctor said and took out the sign again.

Do what you want to do

The next moment, it melted into a black mass and disappeared without a trace.

It didn't understand it before, but now it understands that it doesn't want Green and Purity to become dependent on it. If that were the case, they would be no different from the amulets it carried in the past.

It is difficult for a ghost to speak some big truths like the doctor, but it remembers everything the other party says and actually puts it into practice.

Except for the fact that I sneak snacks in the meeting room and can't help but want to be lazy.

The shadow transformed from the ghost quietly slipped to the doctor's side. Seeing this, the doctor gently picked up the person. Zhongli on the other side couldn't help but cast a gaze over there.

His expression became a little serious.

The ghost stood on the doctor's legs, reached out to grab the teacup on the table, drank it all in one gulp without even spitting out the tea leaves, and then whooshed away.

The doctor poured himself a new cup of tea without being surprised and continued to chat gently with the other two people.

The ghost slipped to Kong's side again and took a potato pancake from his hand. At that time, Kong was squatting down, carefully wiping the stuff off Klee's face.

It came behind Barbatos again, scaring him so much that even the sound of his piano was interrupted.

It went to the chefs again and naturally got a dragon fruit pie from them.

When it slipped next to Ifrit with a face full of red sauce, Ifrit stuffed two handfuls of roasted sandworm legs into its hands.

Ling looked at its small appearance and did not refuse its request for wine. After all, the other party was most likely a dwarf like the Durin tribe, and might have already grown up.

Thor wanted to come over enthusiastically to reminisce about the past, but just as he was about to hug her, he found that the other person had disappeared again.

The ghost took a chili pepper from Nian and Xiangling.

He came to Tony Stark again, said hello, and slipped away quickly before the other party could react.

I was even entangled in the spider's web for a while.

It also went to the plant's territory and eavesdropped quietly. It was given a small flower by the smiling plant man and also got a rose from the botanist.

He appeared in the arena where the Young Master and the Guardian were dueling with a whoosh, and then slipped away before his cloak was grabbed.

The whole venue was filled with a lively and cheerful atmosphere. No one had a gloomy face. Even if they had any worries, they temporarily forgot them and enjoyed this unrestrained banquet to their heart's content.

The sky became completely dark. Tony Stark snapped his fingers, and beautiful lights illuminated the place. Fireworks were set off in the distance, one after another.

Not only are the colors bright, but it also has the appearance of each member of the chat group.

Perhaps the atmosphere reached its peak, Barbatos was dragged to a high place by the melodious wind, singing a cheerful ballad, and his melodious piano music echoed throughout the venue.

Everyone was infected and started singing along. Even Green and Chunchun joined in, muttering a few words in a low and dry voice, and then immediately shut up.

Regardless of whether they sang out of tune or not, whether they sang well or not, no matter what they were singing, in the end they were all integrated into the singing.

Even the ghost couldn't help it. It opened its mouth, and the clear singing mixed in, but no one was affected.

Because everyone was singing, everyone was infected by the cheerful atmosphere.

Empty plates piled up one after another, and the fragrant aroma never dissipated. Even the guardian didn't seem so sad.

When the banquet ended, a setting sun slowly rose in the distant sky.

The ardent light shines on the land, and the originally lifeless land is full of new vitality. This vitality is not false brought by the banquet, but real.

"It's dawn." The cell man looked into the distance.

The queen slowly walked in from the shadows. She was the only one who did not attend the banquet and was just watching from afar.

But now she couldn't help but come out and stand side by side with the cell people.

"Yes, it's dawn."

492 The story of that island has come to an end

The hands of the clock tower slowly moved back, the broken bodies were pieced together, the rotten flesh recovered, and new buds grew in the empty eye sockets. When everyone came back to life, they stood in the bustling streets as if they had just woken up from a dream, looking around with dazed eyes.

"Seeing miracles like this, I always feel like you're no different from a god," the doctor said with emotion. "Resurrection from the dead—I've never dared to imagine it."

When the doctor said this, his tone slowed down, and there was always an indescribable emotion in his voice.

He had witnessed too many lives slipping through his hands. Although he had finally saved the frost that was about to melt, what about the others he didn't know about? What about those who sacrificed in those hidden corners? What about those who died for Rhodes Island before he woke up?

Death was too close to him, so close that he could smell the strong smell of blood. He even felt that every step he took was blocked by thick blood, and it was difficult to even take a step.

"No." Tony Stark shook his head. "It's not resurrection, just some medical treatment."

"The clock tower brought everyone back to a point where they were on the verge of death, yet still held a glimmer of hope. I simply used medicine to eliminate the plague and catalyze the vitality in their bodies, creating this miracle."

"To put it bluntly, I still can't save the dead. I haven't been able to do this until now."

"I know." The doctor sighed. "I know, I know it very well. I'm probably just sighing."

"Oh right." He seemed to have thought of something. "There's a good boy named Bai Jian. Another soul lives in his body. I don't have any abilities related to souls, so I need your help."

"You don't have to be so polite. You're my friend, Tony Stark. Although I haven't done a thorough research on this, I don't think it will be a big problem for me. Leave it to me."

They stood on the bell tower and chatted idly, while the king over there was ready to go over and make an announcement.

As he walked over, he couldn't help but pause.

How will they view themselves now that they have died once because of their own ridiculous behavior? They have begun to tear down their own statues. Will they think about overthrowing themselves, or will they deny it?

But he only paused for a moment. Why should he explain his actions to others?

Whether they admit it or not, they are kings. It was they who drove out the colonists and made the island prosperous.

In the bustling and confused crowd, the king walked calmly, followed by Wang Shou, then the guardian, the alchemist, and the botanist. Everyone subconsciously shut their mouths, held their breath, and watched them walk towards the high position.

Some of the people who had rebelled before also came back to life. The confusion in their eyes quickly dissipated, and they looked at the high and mighty person with anger.

Angry voices spread among the crowd. It is easy for people to be carried away by their emotions, especially when they are surrounded by such voices.

The king did not want to kill anyone, nor could he kill anyone. Today was supposed to be a beautiful day, and there should be no bloodshed.

Until the huge giant dragged his body over.