In the previous exchanges, we clearly transmitted messages to each other, and we absolutely did not transmit messages to the old man.

But what makes the soles of the feet chill is that this old man automatically joins our voice transmission communication without a trace of abruptness and is very natural. It seems that we are just communicating openly, or three people transmitting voices...

"Damn, are you a human or a ghost? No, what are you?" The fat man was shocked and angry, and he was a little speechless.

I also sucked my yin energy violently, looking shocked.

Who is this old man?

This is no longer a pervert, it is simply exaggerated, this is a rhythm that comes with a bug!

No, God is crazy, he actually created such a guy with his own plug-in...

This old man forced himself into the fat man's voice transmission to me.

The people I met before, even if they were gods, old zombies, and all kinds of awesome guys, were very awesome when they could pass the message in front of them. No one had ever been so powerful...

"Haha, what is your God? Tell you, Master, I am not a thing!" The old man smiled and also sent a message.

The fat man didn't care about the horror, kept rolling his eyes wildly, and muttering: "Now, I actually say that I am not a thing... This is so much not a thing!"

My face shook and I didn't say anything.

Or, since the transmission of voice, I never made a sound. The fat man said something and was intercepted by the old man. I had no chance to transmit voice to express my opinion.

As my eyes moved, I suddenly glanced at the fat man and said in a voice: "He may not be a thing, because he is neither a ghost, nor a human, nor a god, nor an illusory immortal..."

Hearing my voice transmission, the fat man was stunned, frowned and pondered for a moment, before he wondered: "Then what is he?"

"Not something." I shrugged, glanced at the puzzled old man, and felt suddenly happy.

As expected, it was similar to my guess. The old man could not sense my voice transmission, so he only heard the fat man's voice transmission, which seemed a little confused.

"Hmph, is it Xiao Nanzi who is talking bad about me? In this world, there are definitely only one number that can automatically block my mind." The old man snorted coldly: "Xiao Mingzi at his peak is one, and the Three-Life Ghost Emperor is one... No, three! There is also a ghost queen, a demon king, a demon master, and the last one is you!"

The old man looked at me with a whisper and felt a little unhappy. If I was right, this was his natural talent... one of them. And I was naturally a little unhappy when I could resist his talent.

"Can the old zombie be counted as three? Can the old zombies be so awesome after reincarnation?"

When I heard that the old zombies were counted as three, the fat man was in a bad mood.

"Nonsense, that old man, every clone, is very perverted. If one day he merges, it will be..." The old man did not continue, but his face looked a little solemn.

"No matter who you are, if you want to be our master, you should save the underworld first, otherwise we two will not recognize each other!"

Although I was very curious about this old guy, the whereabouts of the broken soul of the Queen of the Underworld were unknown, and the fat man and I were always a little worried. Besides, even Yuwei had gone there. If I hadn't felt the sense of crisis, I would have escaped long ago and I wouldn't have the energy to talk nonsense with this old man.

The telepathy between Yuwei and I had long evolved. If she had a crisis, even if she could not communicate with each other, I would not have felt anything at all.

"Hmph, if you want to find the whereabouts of that little girl, it's better to have a formal apprenticeship now, otherwise there will be no chance!" The old man's eyes rolled, his face was cold, and he looked like that, with the old zombie's face.

"Haha, the relationship is good. We two guys have not yet become disciples. You old man wants to fool us?"

The fat man was obviously anxious, but he was unwilling to recognize his master in such a confused manner.

"Let's go. Since I'm my wife, I don't believe it yet. I can't find it with my ghost contract and my natal soul!" The fat man pulled me away, so I naturally didn't talk too much. Moreover, after the fat man's reminder, I suddenly remembered that there were things like ghost contract.

As the name suggests, the ghost contract is a contract between ghosts. However, this contract is not a master-servant contract, but a proof of a yin marriage.

To put it bluntly, it is the marriage certificate in the ghost world.

Of course, compared with the marriage certificate in the world, although there is no photo address or something on it, it is much more powerful. This thing is equivalent to connecting two people who have become yin marriages with this piece of ghost contract for life.

If you want to break free from this connection, you will either lose your soul or get hurt.

Therefore, in the ghost world, there are very few ghost cultivators. This is why the ghost mother clearly discarded the Ghost Fire King as if she were blocked, constantly chasing and fighting each other, but she did not, or destroyed each other.

It is precisely because... even the ghost mother, she dares not!

My mind moved and began to summon the ghost contract in my soul.

The ghost contract is invisible. On weekdays, it can be fusion and soul essence. Even if it can be sensed, it will not be visible if you don’t summon it.

So, before I knew the ghost contract, I really didn’t show this thing in my soul.

As he said that, the fat man had summoned his ghost contract. Although he was now physical, a broken thought formed in the walking corpse. The ghost contract had merged into that trace of residual thought, and was naturally absorbed by the fat man's soul.

Looking at the black thing in the fat man's hand that looked like black mist condensed, my face was a little strange...

"What's going on? Have you never seen the Ghost Confix?" No matter what the fat man did, he would habitually pay attention to my expression. Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised: "Speaking of this, you have been married to Yuwei for several years, but I have never heard you mention the Ghost Confix. Don't you know the existence of the Ghost Confix?"

"How could it be? Although the ghost contract is invisible and colorless on weekdays, the host knows..."

The fat man was a little puzzled, but he didn't care about studying these things. After taking out the ghost deed, he stopped suddenly and prepared to summon souls!

That's right, it's just a soul-summoning!

Although I don’t know that the fat man activated and awakened the inheritance of the Pluto in his soul, it seems that I have never seen it before, but I just don’t know if it will work.

"You won't have a ghost deed, are you?"

A sound suddenly came from behind me. I was afraid that I would raise my eyebrows at the same time as the fat man. As expected, this old man did not give up so easily, so he followed directly. It was elusive and unpredictable.

"No ghost contract?" Although he was not interested in the old man and was busy summoning souls, the fat man still looked up in shock and looked at me in a daze.

"No way?"
Chapter completed!