Abnormal creatures' communication group

The ghost still just sits here quietly, maintaining the same posture and waiting calmly.

After a while, the door of the tavern, which was already ajar, was pushed open.

The man who came in complained as he lowered his head to take off his cloak and lifted his mask a little. These small actions did not relieve the heat, and fine sweat still seeped out. He raised his hand to wipe it with some distress, then looked up at that side and smiled teasingly.

"This damn weather is really worrying. I always feel like a fire is going to happen soon."

The person who came was Quino, and he came to pick up the ghost.

Quino was often labeled as a lackey of the imperial court, at least he did not have a good reputation among the people of the martial arts world. After all, the imperial court and the martial arts world had always been at odds with each other, and he was the first to defect to the imperial court, which attracted many down-and-out people in the martial arts world to follow suit. Naturally, he became a thorn in the eyes of some people.

As for the reason for his defection, probably only Quino himself knows.

No matter what, he left behind a bad reputation, and those who came to him later kept their distance from him, fearing that they would also be targeted. So, naturally, wherever he appeared, he would most likely be alone.

"I think you're, uh, a ghost, right?" He pulled out a picture album and looked it over with a look of surprise. Perhaps it was the iconic weapon or the unique horns of each bug, but he was sure of it. "Wow, my God, you've changed more than I thought. You weren't this big in the recent albums, just more like a cute little thing. But now you've become very cool, almost like your brother."

"So, let's go."

The ghost nodded. He didn't like to talk unless there was a special situation. He stood up and followed the man.

"Um, would you mind telling me about those interesting adventure stories?"

Quino looked up and continued to chatter.

The shadows of the two people gradually lengthened under the scorching sun at noon. Quino didn't know that from that day on, perhaps it was a coincidence, perhaps it was fate, he was responsible for most of the other party's teachings. Therefore, there was an inseparable person by his side, and those who gossiped shut up. After all, no one wanted to fight with the Void Knight - no, now he was called the Ghost. No one wanted to.

When the ghost came over, Chunchun was still training, swinging the long-handled pale bone nails with clanging power. His moves might lack some variety and agility, but they were more majestic. After the training, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought about how to meet this brother whom he had not seen for a long time.

In fact, he had some impression of the ghost. After all, he was a well-known fighter in the martial arts world. It was a pity that he could not leave here. At most, he would go to the battlefield, so naturally there was no chance to meet him.

He looked at the armor and then at the weapon. He had originally planned to pack it, but the weather was too hot and he was afraid that the armor would cause blisters if it stuck to his body, so he only took the weapon.

However, he was not holding the weapon entirely without any selfish motives. He just wanted to compete. Recently, he really didn't know how to deal with the sudden appearance of his brother, not to mention that this was just one of them.

What's more, the Pale King once said that ghosts were as good as him, even better in some aspects, but they could not understand people's hearts and were like insects with empty shells.

Such people are suitable for charging into battle, but not for being emperors, so they were exiled together.

After all, there can only be one emperor, and extra ones will only cause turmoil in the country.

So he was very curious about what kind of person was that his father evaluated as better than him. He was really curious. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but tighten the weapon in his hand and walked slowly towards there.

When he walked over, he saw this scene: two figures, one big and one small, one sitting and the other standing, one talking and the other listening, the scorching sun covering them, bringing bright light.

His younger brother sat obediently on the chair, so quiet that he didn't look like he had been through the hustle and bustle of the world, and the person standing next to the ghost was completely ignored by him.

Even though the other party was a governor under Mo Luomeng and he often greeted him when they met, he was not worth paying attention to now.

His eyes were all focused on the other person, on his slightly thin body. He was carrying heavy bone nails like him, but he looked lighter than him. Bright light shone on his body, like a circle of golden lines along his body. His expression was calm and without ripples, just like in the memory he had forgotten for a long time.

There was no light in the other person's eyes, but they were as black as ink, which attracted the insects to spy on them. He looked for a long time, and only came back to his senses after Quino called out to him.

Maybe this is the blood relationship.

He wasn't quite sure what this feeling was, so he roughly attributed it to blood ties. He put down his weapon, walked over, stretched out his hand, and wanted to hold the other person's hand.

He didn't quite understand why he did this, but he really wanted to take the other person through the palace, which he had walked through thousands of times and remembered every corner of.

The ghost just looked at him calmly, looked at his nominal brother, and then calmly held the other's hand.

He never refuses anything as long as it is not an excessive request.

Quino, who was standing aside, saw the person he had been chatting with for so long being taken away all of a sudden, and he inexplicably felt an indescribable sense of loss.

This is really strange.

He muttered this sentence subconsciously, then shook his head with a smile, turned and left. After all, he was not a man who had nothing to do, especially when the country was in such a precarious situation.

The ghost allowed himself to be led around until he met his so-called father, the king of this country.

King Bai looked at him for a long time and said a lot of tedious and useless nonsense, as well as the things to pay attention to at tomorrow's enthronement ceremony. After all the ministers had left, he looked at the man and silently added another sentence, as if he had made a final conclusion.

"He's a very attractive child."

It is attractive enough, but it lacks the imperial talent to match it, which is a pity.

But it was one of the mistakes I made back then. Maybe if I have the chance, I can make up for it.

The hot summer has not yet left, and the scorching sun seems to be getting closer and closer to the dry land, and even the water in the first lake, the Blue Lake, has been half evaporated.

The White King was holding an exquisite crown of thorns in his hand, and the ghost walked slowly over.

Every step was just right, neither more nor less, as if it had been measured. He walked over calmly, without joy, without distress, without caring. He was just completing what he should do. The idea that the White King had implanted in each container prompted him to have only this one idea.

He knelt on one knee and put on the crown of thorns. Perhaps he would never understand what kind of pain and suffering he would have to endure. He just continued to do what he was supposed to do.

Everything is so natural.

In the end, the White King's kingdom will inevitably decline. Unfortunately, the Radiance next door will not be the ultimate winner. Even the Grimm Troupe, which has always been cautious, will not gain much benefit in the end.

In this three-way losing war, no one will be the winner, and what about the ghost? He is not either.

Even if he wins the war in the end, it is just a war, and he has lost everything.

He might wander alone, or lie back in his grave, quietly waiting for death.

End his meaningless yet meaningful life.

308 Fuhui or Sisuo, choose one

You need a new challenge.

The ghost calmly held up the sign, repeating reality as always.

"So sudden?" Thor couldn't help but mutter, but he didn't think much about it. He simply thought that his mentor wanted to check his progress, or felt that his progress had reached the standard and wanted to set new challenges for him.

Well, maybe this was just a linear thought process, and he completely ignored the possibility that there might be other driving forces behind such a sudden challenge.

"Teacher, I think." After hesitating for a long time, Thor mustered up the courage to have a good talk with his mentor. "We should first resolve the current situation! I think Jane's situation is really urgent. I'm very worried about her condition."

If Odin saw this, he wouldn't know whether he would be relieved or have some other complicated emotions. How could Thor, who has always been a reckless man and even dared to contradict him, become like this?

Maybe it was because of the beating.

The ghost, who was usually easy to talk to, showed a firm will at this moment. In his opinion, once a good goal was set and a good thing was done, one should not give up halfway, let alone prepare to retreat before even starting.

Otherwise he wouldn't be so determined to overcome one goal after another.

[I can handle this]

So you can't escape.

"I won't run away from the battlefield! Test me! I will defeat every powerful enemy!"

Thor was angry. What he hated most was being called a coward, and he had hardly ever been a coward.

As soon as he finished saying this, he disappeared from the spot, along with Isolation and Pureness who were leisurely watching the fun.

When the magnificent palace reappeared in the three people's sight, the smile on Green's face gradually froze.

Why did you come here with this damn guy again? You already spend little time with your father, and now this happens.

Pureness also lowered its head. The void matter contained at the bottom of the container slowly rioted, then calmed down after a moment.

When it saw the schedule above, it felt rare melancholy.

Whether it is the achievement of full radiance or the challenge of choosing four blockades, it is not an easy task. Even for the ghost, it was quite difficult to accomplish these two things together without the help of the power of the void.

Fortunately, you can choose any one of the challenge directions. If you really try to deal with both at the same time like Ghost did in the past, you really think you will probably have to stay here with Green and that unlucky guy for the rest of your life.

"Choose one." It held two scrolls filled with mission objectives and looked at Thor calmly. "Choose one of the two."

Thor waved his hand nonchalantly without even looking, and walked straight into the hall. "I think I can handle both of them. A true warrior will never back down in the face of difficulties."

Purely looked at the other person's departing steps calmly, and restrained the desire to execute the other person on the spot.

Tony Stark didn't know that such a simple sentence of his could have such a good effect. It took away three people he didn't want to see at once. He didn't even know Chunchun and Green were coming because they were a little slow to arrive. As a result, they were thrown into the dream world right after they arrived, and there was no chance for them to meet.

Jane looked at what had just happened in surprise. She wanted to say something to stop it, but looking at the ghost holding the sign, she hesitated for a moment. The couple who had finally met were separated again.

"Where did he go?" Jane asked in confusion.

[Challenges and Tests]

A challenge? Her originally calm expression immediately fell. He abandoned me again for such a thing and ran away. He was still swearing solemnly a second ago, and now... huh.

Jane calmly sharpened the knife that existed only in her heart, and made a mouth shape that said "you're dead".

Poor Thor, he's probably going to get slapped again when he comes out.

X, no, the supervisor is watching everything coldly, quickly recording and analyzing the current situation. Except for the last task issued each week, he is temporarily unable to complete the first two. Perhaps he can try to use the energy source unique to their world, encephalopathy, but training and preparation before officially taking over are essential. However, after this mission is over, he will probably really come into contact with those things, right?

...I hope everything is well.

In comparison, Little Red Riding Hood didn't have so many thoughts. She looked around vigilantly, ready to fight with everyone at any time.

She didn't know why everyone was trying to stop her. She only knew that everyone could become her enemy, defeat her, and force her to go back home, where she would have to start the day all over again.

It was like she was fighting against the whole world.

She wondered if the other people in the chat group felt the same way. This was probably why she had always been reluctant to chat in the chat group for a long time.

Stephen Strange didn't bother to care about that. He bowed respectfully to the ghost. After all, the magic he was using now was basically learned from the other party, so he should show some respect.

Afterwards, he and his men repeated the same trick and opened the transmission in space.

[So familiar]

The ghost looked blankly at this feeling that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, but he still couldn't remember when he had left behind such a large mass of void here, which looked like the void, but was a little different from the void.

"This is the power you left behind from last time."

After being confused for a long time, the ghost finally remembered Dormammu, whom it had happily eaten as a main meal last time. It left all the remaining darkness of the other party here and did not swallow it up completely.

Because its intuition tells it that if it really tries to do so, this world will be very angry and will not welcome it, and the ghost does not want to implicate its friends.

What is this spell?

It looked at this bizarre spell with great interest. It had the aura of Shadow Charge and the feeling of Dream Gate, but it was not any of them.

"A little spell I developed." Stephen Strange was a little excited when he said this. It was a very subtle emotion. He explained it to the ghost enthusiastically, and his tone was full of boasting.

Unfortunately, the ghost had no interest in this matter. It even felt like yawning, so it really yawned, took the snacks handed to it by Tony Stark, and happily and calmly concentrated on dealing with the temporary problem.

Stephen Strange was suddenly at a loss for words and even felt a little embarrassed. He licked his lips involuntarily and began to think about what he was saying.

However, this embarrassment disappeared completely under the merciless ridicule conveyed by Tony Stark.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

309 I don't really want to give it a name, it's just like that anyway

Perhaps for the sake of the ghost, the fight ended in vain.

But if the ghost wasn't here, it seems they wouldn't be making such a noise.

The supervisor, who always felt like he had discovered something, frowned and pretended that he had discovered nothing.

Just kidding, the three in front of him are basically no different from abnormalities. He is not an employee, and there is no TT2 agreement here. If he violates something he shouldn't, God knows what will happen.

So he decisively played deaf and dumb, even from his long-term observation of the chat group, they seemed to be a group of kind and somewhat naive people, except for one or two very few.

But the abnormality can also disguise itself. After all, his state when he joined the chat group was not right no matter how you think about it, but he had already agreed. Maybe the conditions for the abnormality to activate its ability had already been met. Anyway, they were all in the same boat. Since he couldn't run away, he might as well observe more and try to find a safe range as much as possible.

After all, there are a few Abnormalities that are safe, harmless, or even beneficial...

At this moment, the chat group, which was worried sick, couldn't help but sigh. If they had known earlier, they would have let the other party experience despair first, and then reshape time and pull him into the chat group. After all, most of the people in the chat group have experienced this process. It is because of loss or lack that they cherish it more.

But the chat group’s duty is to prevent tragedies from happening. If we watch a tragedy happen in order to prevent it, wouldn’t that be putting the cart before the horse?

The self-awareness of the chat group was not strong at the beginning. It was only under the influence of ghosts and the chats within the group that they gradually developed a self.

Otherwise, the chat group would not have sent an invitation to the head of Lobotomy Corporation or even initiated a conversation. The means the chat group now has are much more sophisticated than the simple and crude imprisonment and separation of Guan Ya at the beginning.

If the current chat group were allowed to resolve what happened to a certain player back then, there probably wouldn't have been so many mistakes back then, and the chat group wouldn't have almost given up on that world, simply because that world had completely lost its potential for development.

Let’s not talk about the little tricks in the chat group for now.

Stephen Strange once again set foot on the land of Asgard.

Only this time it was not in an open space in a corner covered with green grass, but in Odin's temple. Odin was sitting on that chair, his majestic body showing the decadence of old age, his eyes narrowed, and he was resting slowly and weakly like an ordinary old man.