"It hurts..." The wound seemed to be open, and the pain made Sun Zhong's eyes flash with stars. What made him even more angry was, why did he have to stop him even to the point of death?
However, when he saw what he saw clearly, he became confused.
Huh?
Where did this... handsome guy come from?
"Who is he?" he murmured. Fu Baozheng was pressing on Sun Zhong, with a happy smile on his face as his wish came true, and said to the handsome guy: "Ah Yin, you are finally here, this time I really almost died..."
What appeared was the silver-haired devil.
The more powerful summons indeed refers to Fu Bao's thoughts before his death, the blood with a strong belief in survival. Although it was not stated clearly in the dream, the silver-haired devil believed that even the stupidest guy could understand it.
However, seeing him lying next to another strange human being, both of them still looking pitifully scarred, made him very angry.
Lord Demon King picked up Fu Bao by his collar.
"Hey, hey, Ah Yin, be gentle, I'm injured, I'm bleeding, it hurts, it hurts..." Fu Bao screamed.
The Demon King turned him around, examined his injuries, and nodded, "Such a small injury actually hurts. You are such a weak guy, so shameful!"
"Please, I'm a 'normal person', and Ah Yin, please pay attention behind you, that, that Death God driver is already very close." Fu Bao looked past the silver-haired devil and focused on the big guy, probably only More than ten meters away from them.
"That big, stupid guy." The silver-haired devil dropped Fu Bao and ignored his screams. It seemed that after being lost in the tunnel for a long time, he was now very unhappy and was staring directly at the Death Commander.
The Death Commander seemed to feel the threat of the Demon King. He stopped for the first time and stuck his long scythe on the ground.
"Are you the commander?" the silver-haired devil asked.
"Boom..." The voice of the Death Commander came out through the armor, and it seemed muffled.
Fu Bao couldn't understand what he was talking about, but the silver-haired devil seemed to understand.
"Who is he?" Sun Zhong was curious about the identity of the devil.
"It's...a friend of mine." Fu Bao didn't want to reveal the identity of the Demon King. This contract was a secret, and only the dead could keep it secret. I'm afraid Sun Zhong wouldn't die, so I'd better keep it a secret from him.
"Your friend?" Sun Zhong felt incredible, "But...how did he show up?" The subway didn't stop.
"Don't go into details like this, haha~~" Fu Bao fooled him. After the devil appeared, his mood improved a lot. At least he knew that he would not die, which gave him a strange sense of security.
Sun Zhong stared at him suspiciously, but he also knew that he couldn't ask anything else.
At this time, the conversation between the Silver-haired Demon King and the Death Driver continued. The Demon King kept spitting out insulting words such as "idiot", "bastard", and "go away". Fu Bao began to worry about the Demon King. Although Ah Yin was very strong, he was not afraid of it. Wrong, but the opponent is at least three times his size, and he is holding such a big weapon. Can the Demon King... be able to block it?
Facing the Demon King's scolding, the Death Captain seemed aggrieved. He kept shouting "hum hum" and dragged his huge scythe unsteadily, seeming a little embarrassed.
This action made Fu Bao and Sun Zhong's eyes almost fall out.
"What, what's the situation?" Fu Bao asked in a surprised tone.
"It's all your fault, stupid human being." The Demon King scolded him in turn, venting his unhappiness. "The conductor drove the ghost subway well, but you had to come up to cause trouble. The human who took the ghost subway twice in a row was stupid enough to let him I will come here to chase you away if I find it unbearable."
"Ah?" Fu Bao looked at the silver-haired devil, and a lot of questions came to his mind. He understood what the devil meant, so he felt incredible, "Ah Yin, you said... I provoked him?"
"Of course." The silver-haired devil was very impatient.
"I'm obviously a victim." Fu Bao retorted, what on earth was he doing?
The Death Captain was still yelling over there. It seemed that he was also very angry about Fu Bao causing trouble twice.
"I, I, I..." Fu Bao was speechless. He originally thought that the Death God driver was the murderer and the most terrifying Boss. But he didn't expect that this big guy was just a staff member and had no intention of harming anyone?
"Isn't this ghost subway just to harm people? Shihua killed two people here." He still felt strange. Isn't the ghost subway evil? Yin Cha’s tone at that time was clearly...
"The ghost subway carries souls. Ordinary humans will never board this subway. Even if they board it by mistake, what does it have to do with the conductor?" Lord Demon King stared at him as if he were an idiot.
"Why does Ke Shihua keep tricking me into getting on the subway?" Fu Bao was a little confused.
"Because the ghost subway is not under the jurisdiction of the underworld, if you die here, it will not be recorded in the "Book of Life and Death", so it is a good place to kill people. Only an idiot like you would board this subway twice." The Demon King despised him. . Fu Bao still felt that there were some things he couldn't figure out clearly, "It's like the high seas..."
"So, this has nothing to do with the conductor." The silver-haired devil emphasized loudly, "He just did his duty to run the subway well, but you guys have been causing trouble, so he was offended." He felt that the devil seemed to be completely inclined to the weird one The Grim Reaper has grown longer, why is this? So he asked cautiously: "Ah Yin, are you familiar with this Death driver?"
"He is very similar to one of my pets. They both look very cute." Lord Demon King said with nostalgia.
⋯⋯ Fu Bao looked at the commander of the Death God. He was over two meters tall, wearing rusty armor, and the sickle was simply a deadly weapon in the world. It was actually described as "cute". All the beautiful and cute warriors all over the world. I'm going to cry!
Fu Bao was complaining in his heart, but he was relieved. At least Ah Yin and the commander could communicate, and the only thing left was...
"Crack!" A scream suddenly sounded in Fu Bao's ears.
Turning his head, Shihua appeared next to his face. It seemed that he was taking advantage of the opportunity when the Death God driver was controlled by the silver-haired devil to kill Fu Bao and complete his resurrection plan.
ah? !
Fu Bao's scream was still in his throat, and the sharp mouth in front of him was magnified infinitely. He was about to be eaten?
Such thoughts passed through his mind. It was obvious that the happy ending was coming, but the result was Game Over?
And the silver-haired devil had no time to rescue him, he was too far away.
At this moment, something appeared between Fu Bao and Shi Hua, and Shi Hua bit him hard——
"Stuck!" A rare look of astonishment appeared in Shi Hua's empty eyes.
It's...a gun.
Sun Zhong suddenly threw the pistol over and hit Shi Hua in the mouth. After she bit it, there were teeth marks on the gun. Fu Bao's hair stood up when he saw it. If he was really bitten, he would even lose his bones. Break it into pieces!
It is a pity that poetry and painting will never have a chance again.
The silver-haired devil strode forward menacingly, grabbing poems and paintings.
She struggled desperately, but her strength that could completely suppress Fu Bao and Sun Zhong was not enough in front of the Demon King. Now she was like a caught kitten, struggling in vain.
"Little guy, except for me, my contractor cannot be bullied by anyone." The silver-haired devil declared that he was exclusive and arrogant.
"Ah Yin, I'm so touched..." Then Fu Bao waved to Sun Zhong to express his gratitude. Sun Zhong didn't have the strength to speak. He just moved too much and tore the wound, which was bleeding.
The silver-haired devil was crumpling the poems and paintings into a ball, as if preparing to play football, and kicked her out of the subway.
"Wait, Ah Yin." Fu Bao suddenly stopped.
"What?" Lord Demon King turned his head impatiently.
"She has several souls in her body now, can they be separated?" Fu Bao asked anxiously.
The souls of poetry and painting have swallowed up Huang Mao and Ah Bi. If they are not separated, then the two of them may never be reincarnated, right?
"It's really troublesome." The silver-haired devil said unhappily, but he still complied.
