"It's all your fault! If you hadn't discovered that the devil was alive, we wouldn't have moved her home. If we hadn't moved her home, we wouldn't have been threatened by her. If we hadn't been threatened by her, we wouldn't have gone to Zhang Tang! Naturally, he wouldn't have wanted us! We wouldn't have had to hide in this godforsaken place for so many years. I'm afraid we would have been promoted and become judges!"
The ruins were overgrown with weeds, and a pointed head poked out from the crack of the collapsed wall.
The little ghost's slick and shrewd red eyes looked around, confirming whether the surroundings were safe. But even in this state, his mouth was not idle, and he kept talking angrily.
The big-headed ghost had a dazed and honest look on his face, with a pair of wooden green eyes, and followed the small-headed ghost. However, the crack in the wall in front was only this big, and his head was much bigger than the small-headed ghost's, and he had no awareness of it at all. When he was about to stick his head out, he heard a "clang" sound, and stars suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
His head suddenly got stuck in the gap.
The little ghost turned around and saw this scene. He was so angry that he was shaking and almost screamed: "Ah, ah! Are you a pig? No, pigs are smarter than you! You go wherever I go, don't you even look at the road!"
"I, I saw you pass by..."
The big-headed ghost was hesitant, but no matter how slow he was, he could sense the anger of the small-headed ghost. He tried to defend himself in a low voice, but when the red light in the other's eyes suddenly lit up, his voice gradually faded away.
This was a very ordinary-looking ruin. The two ghosts had climbed out from under the ruins before. What was holding the big-headed ghost back now was a narrow crack in the ground.
Half of his head was exposed, with a small braid attached to the back of his big head.
It looks just like a big carrot.
The little ghost really wanted to die. He stood in front of the gap and sighed to the sky: "Who made me meet you and become your brother? It's hard to die!"
Having said that, he still walked up, grabbed the big-headed ghost's head and pulled it up.
While pulling, he complained.
"Why do you think we are so unlucky?"
"I thought I had found a golden leg, but I didn't know it was a female devil who wanted to kill me. I couldn't even escape in time..."
"I don't know how many more years I will have to hide in this place."
"Hey Big Head, when do you think Zhang will die?"
…
The big-headed ghost's swollen face was stretched out of shape, but after hearing these words, the doubts that had been lingering in his mind for many years finally emerged.
He blinked and looked at the little-headed ghost.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked, "I don't know when Zhang Pan will die, but Xiaotou, I don't understand why we have to run away? Isn't it better to stay in the city..."
"… "
For a moment, the small-headed ghost wanted to stuff the big-headed ghost's head back into the ground. He gritted his teeth and endured it, then took a deep breath, as if trying to restrain himself, but in the end he couldn't control himself and roared out of control.
"Are you stupid?!"
"You've asked me the same question a hundred times in the past eighty years. Don't you remember?"
"I told you that already!"
"It's obvious that the Zhang guy is not a good guy! I get scared every time he looks at me! We picked up that devil, but he was able to enter Ding Zheng and cause such a big incident. We all know that he was behind it! Such a big incident has alarmed even the King of Hell in the Eight Directions Hell Palace. How can he not kill us to silence us?"
"What on earth is the purpose of your big head?!"
"You're going to piss me off to death!"
After being yelled at by him, the big-headed ghost finally remembered something and could barely make sense of the small-headed ghost's logic, but the problem was...
His eyes became confused again.
"But hasn't Judge Zhang made his move yet? How do you know he's determined to kill us..."
"… "
I feel powerless.
Completely powerless.
The little-headed ghost felt that his entire life became dim the moment the big-headed ghost asked this question, and he could not see any light at all.
Zhang Pan hasn't made a move yet, how do you know they're determined to kill us...
I didn’t do anything to your mother!
If you had waited until someone took action, you would have been dead. Are you really stupid to ask such a question? !
Take a deep breath.
Take a deep breath.
Breathe in and out, breathe in and out.
The small-headed ghost stood beside the crack and took a long time to calm himself down. He suppressed the sinister thought of "just killing this stupid brother and doing it alone". He closed his mouth and pulled the big-headed ghost out with all his strength.
The big-headed ghost actually couldn't tell what he had said, but seeing the expression of the small-headed ghost, his last desire to survive surged up, and almost out of instinct, he temporarily shut his mouth.
They have been hiding in the eighteen levels of hell for too long.
The year when Ding Zheng got into big trouble, they had hoped to live a good life with Jianchou, but they never expected that this devil would do such a scary thing and have such a scary identity!
I've never heard of Yashan, the big-headed ghost, or the small-headed ghost.
But it did not prevent them from knowing from other people's expressions and discussions after the incident that the word "Yashan" brought shock and deterrence to the entire polar region.
They were lucky enough, for before they could figure out what to do, they were captured by the tyrannical ghost cultivators of the Ghost King clan and made into his followers. They served them and followed them into the Eighteen Levels of Hell to check the situation, and thus they also heard some of the movements of the Eight Directions Hell Palace.
Then they knew they had to escape.
If they go back to Jiyu, Zhang Tang, who stood out from the competition for the tripod, has already won the favor of King Qin Guang and become the judge of the First Yama Palace. It will be easy for him to deal with these two little ghosts!
So when the ghost cultivators of the Ghost King Clan finished investigating the situation in the Eighteen Levels of Hell and were about to return to Bafang City to report, the small-headed ghost decisively escaped with the big-headed ghost.
The disappearance of two little ghosts with little cultivation level did not attract any attention at all.
From then on, the two of them hid in the ruins. No one knew why, but despite the coming and going of people over the past eighty years, no one had discovered that they were hiding there. As for Zhang Tang, whom the little-headed ghost was worried about, he had never shown up once.
Eighty years of fear.
That's so sad!
The little ghost is clever but timid. When he found out that no one could find them in the ruins, he refused to move from his hiding place and has remained here for eighty years.
Only very occasionally would he go out to get information.
There have only been five or six such times in the past eighty years. Every time I go out, it's like hanging my head on my belt. It's thrilling and I'll be scared to death at the slightest disturbance.
Today they crawled out from under the ruins, mainly to get some fresh air.
Because seven days ago, the little ghost risked his life to go out and get some news, and found out that there were not many evil ghosts left in the eighteen levels of hell. After asking, he found out that the monks from the nineteen continents had reached the gate of hell, and the eight directions of hell and the ten major ghost tribes were recruiting ghost soldiers!
That's why now they dare to show up among the ruins.
Who would have thought that the big-headed ghost was so stupid that he got stuck in the gap before he could get out!
The small-headed ghost held his breath and tried hard, but the big-headed ghost's head was still stuck. Even though his face turned red, he showed no sign of coming out.
He gritted his teeth and complained: "Really, why does the head have such a big head..."
The big-headed ghost smiled woodenly, as if a little embarrassed: "It seems that it was swollen by water when it died. So, are we really going to hide in these ruins forever?"
"What else?" The little ghost rolled his eyes without thinking, "I told you, Zhang is no good! If we show our heads outside, we will definitely die! If you don't hide here, can you beat Zhang?"
"But, but..." The big-headed ghost stuttered, "But didn't you say that the Lord of Hell was recruiting ghost soldiers a few days ago? If we, if we go..."
"Bah! Wishful thinking!"
Before he could finish, the little-headed ghost interrupted him.
"Let's not talk about whether they want us two minions or not. Even if they do, we still have to go to the battlefield. Zhang is now the chief judge under the seat of King Qin Guang. Listen carefully, chief judge! We have to call him grandpa when we see him! If he finds us, he can crush us to death with just one little finger! Besides, even if he doesn't find us, we will lose our heads on the battlefield. Think about it, that's the Nineteenth Continent! I heard that there are also cultivators from Yashan! Have you forgotten the devil who almost defeated our Jiyu with a slap in the face? Three heads and six arms, a fierce god... Hey, what are you looking at?"
As he spoke, the little-headed ghost who was trying hard to pull the person out was suddenly stunned. He found that the big-headed ghost with half of his head stuck in the gap was not looking at him, but instead his eyes were fixed on a very high place above his head.
For some reason, he suddenly felt cold all over.
When he looked down again, he saw that a thick black shadow had fallen on the ground at some point, covering his entire small body, and the remaining half of his body also became cold.
A laugh that seemed strange yet familiar and seemed to be deeply imprinted in one’s soul sounded above his head: “Demon?”
There was a "boom" in the little ghost's head.
He turned around stiffly and raised his head upwards, finally seeing the smiling face looking down at him from above the pair of shoes in front of him.
The shadow covered his entire face, making him look like a big devil in the painting!
With a "thump", his kneecaps softened. His upper body was still straight, but his lower body was kneeling in front of Jianchou in a standard position. He grinned very cleverly, revealing his scary eight fangs, and then immediately banged his head on the ground with a "bang".
"Little-headed ghost pays respect to Great Venerable Jianchou, and respectfully welcomes the return of Great Venerable!"