The city of the dead!
In his dream, Zhou Chuan's consciousness once again turned into a swimming fish, wandering to the familiar hall.
On the throne, the Black Mountain Ghost King no longer had the tall and mighty appearance he had when he was assassinated, but had turned into a thin and hunchbacked figure again.
Through the hazy silhouette hidden by the curtain, Zhou Chuan observed the other party's movements.
The Black Mountain Ghost King was seen waving a long sword that was not proportional to his body, and cutting off the small eucalyptus placed in front of the throne.
After venting his anger like this, perhaps he felt relieved, or perhaps he figured it out, and he slumped down on the throne feeling quite powerless.
At this time, two figures walked out from the shadows, one tall and one short, one black and one white, accompanied by the sound of chains sweeping the ground and the wind blowing bells.
When the Black Mountain Ghost King heard the noise, he didn't even raise his head. He just took out a portrait from his wide sleeves and threw it at the feet of the two. It was the image of Zhou Chuan...
"Jingle Bell!"
At this moment, a light and strange voice was heard. Zhou Chuan, who was about to swim away like a fish, was met with a scarlet and ferocious eye as his vision flickered.
"Huh..."
Zhou Chuan shuddered suddenly and opened his eyes suddenly. Without even raising his head, he silently pinched the two spirit cards between his fingertips.
"Jingle Bell… "
The familiar voice that had appeared in his dream sounded again. Zhou Chuan slowly opened his eyes, motionless, still with his head buried between his arms. The spiritual card between his fingertips turned into two imperceptible purple rays of light and slowly floated away.
Under the moonlight, two hideous and terrifying figures emerged from the void and slowly came towards him.
The two wore tall official hats, one with "You are here too" written on it, and the other with "I am catching you" written on it; one walked with a chain in his hand, and the other held a mourning stick slightly horizontal.
Seeing that the chain was about to wrap around Zhou Chuan's neck, they seemed to have determined that they were about to succeed, and they all showed sinister smiles on their faces.
But when they were less than one meter away from Zhou Chuan, the sense of crisis boiled like boiling water, and they instinctively stopped and looked around.
Under the moonlight, I saw a man in black sitting by the window with a gloomy look in his eyes, with an extremely ugly dog lying in his arms.
Witnessing this scene of divinity and weirdness, the black shadow wearing an official hat with the words "Catching You" on it was so frightened that he dared not move, while a thin ghost in white clothes on the side rushed over with a mourning stick raised high.
But just as it got close, it was kicked to the ground by Master Ba. It tried to struggle to get up, but Master Ba hit it with a chain and frightened it to death.
Seeing this, the black shadow, driven by a low level of intelligence, took a step forward and tried to escape, his entire body beginning to fade away.
But as soon as he turned his head, he saw a tall hat with the words "Make Money at First Sight" written on it, and a mourning stick that was raised high and then dropped quickly...
"Woo..."
Faintly hearing the sound of evil ghosts crying, Zhou Chuan raised his head, stretched, and turned around to see the Seventh and Eighth Masters standing there in a daze, with something human flashing in their eyes.
"This is… "
Zhou Chuan looked in the direction where the Seventh and Eighth Masters were looking, and saw the chains and mourning sticks flashing dimly under the moonlight.
But when he turned around, he saw that the weapons were still in the hands of the two men.
It is obvious that these two things on the ground were left by the counterfeit.
"I see."
Zhou Chuan leaned down to check the "fake" soul-catching chain and mourning stick. As he felt an extremely cold sensation, a somewhat "absurd" idea suddenly popped up in his mind: the quality of these two things might be higher than what the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master were holding now...
"Seventh Master and Eighth Master, you come and try these two weapons!"
As Zhou Chuan finished speaking, the Black and White Impermanence stretched out their left and right hands respectively, and the two things that had been lying quietly on the ground rushed straight into their hands like tired birds returning to their nests.
Faintly, Zhou Chuan caught something from their slightly moving eyes, and the emotion contained therein was probably the feeling of being barely usable, but just so-so.
But to be honest, after changing to new weapons, the power of these two is indeed stronger than before.
"Can the accessories of the cards be replaced?"
Zhou Chuan's eyes moved slightly, and Black and White Impermanence returned to the card state.
Perhaps due to psychological factors, he always felt that under the moonlight, the purple of the two card borders was a little deeper...
"Someone came to deliver equipment in the middle of the night. How can this be the treatment of a protagonist?"
Zhou Chuan complained casually, then took out a few blank cards from his heart and collected the two sets of ghost messenger uniforms scattered on the ground.
Compared to the weapons, the quality of these clothes seemed ordinary, and the words on the tall hat also seemed a bit weird, or... funny, but Zhou Chuan still put them away one by one.
After all, it's the material that's delivered to your door, so it would be a waste not to accept it.
"Speaking of which, this Black Mountain Ghost King is really jumping around. He comes over to test me time and again. If I don't fight back, he will really think I'm made of dough."
As Zhou Chuanxin spoke, he quickly selected a suitable card-making plan from the "big library" in his mind, and planned to make it when he had time so that the Black Mountain Ghost King could experience it.
But the most urgent thing is to take a nap first, after all, who knows what will happen tomorrow.
…
Time quickly came to the next morning, and Zhou Chuan was awakened from his sleep by the sound of bees flapping their wings, which was magnified countless times.
He opened his eyes dazedly and looked out the window, only to see that the old locust tree with thick branches in the backyard of the inn was bent under the strong air pressure.
“What a grand ceremony.”
Zhou Chuan spoke softly, and after a quick wash, he quickly came downstairs.
"Master Yanbei is here too?" said an old voice.
"Yes, I came to accompany my junior brother. Long time no see, Senior Chen." Zhu Yanbei replied very politely.
"It's been four or five years since we last met, and Master Yanbei has grown taller..." The old man stopped talking abruptly. He looked at Zhu Yanbei, whose height was no different from a few years ago, and the polite words he had just spoken stopped in mid-air.
After two long and awkward seconds, the old man stiffly changed the subject: "I came here to see my young master off."
As the old man finished speaking, a tall and straight figure jumped down from the back of the huge bee.
Dust flew up in an instant, and this appearance was quite attractive.
"Chen Zhou." The stern-looking young man folded his arms and introduced himself briefly.
"My name is Zhu Yanbei." Zhu Yanbei, who had finally recovered from the blow, said with a smile.
"I've heard of your name. You were once the number one prodigy in Kyushu, and then it was me." Chen Zhou said.
"Really? Then we are really destined to be together."
Zhu Yanbei wiped the sweat from his forehead, unable to hide the embarrassment on his face.
To be honest, he is really not good at dealing with this kind of middle school guy.
After just a few short sentences, he felt like he was about to break down.
The old man on one side noticed the awkward situation and was about to speak up to help, but a voice came from the door: "An acquaintance is coming, why didn't you call me, senior?"
"Are you Zhou Chuan?"
Chen Zhou frowned, and the situation suddenly became tense.