Chapter 812 The Fierce Ghost Boy

"Why, is it a rename?"

Fang Dou knew that his naming ability has always been very bad, and he was well-known.

The clone of the Shimen simply renamed the express delivery. The clone of the Taoism also evolved from Fang Dou's natality. As for Yuan Yangzheng, it is the antonym of Yuan Yangzheng, fighting against Yangzheng.

So, this time he pretended to be a ghost cultivator and specially gave him a low-key name.

But Fang Dou ignored the name Ghost Boy, although it is low-key, but among the Ghost Cultivators in Mangshan, the popularity rate is also extremely high.

The pale middle-aged man said helplessly, "In our Mangshan, there is only one ghost boy. He is the personal disciple of the Huanying Ghost Lord!"

"This person is narrow-minded and cannot tolerate others. If he is dissatisfied with his eyes, he will kill someone!"

"Even the title of ghost boy was monopolized by him. Over the years, anyone who dared to be named by him will be killed one by one!"

"There are still some people who, in fear, have already changed their names and are still attacked by him!"

"So, if you take the nickname Ghost Boy in Mangshan, you are looking for death!"

Fang Dou suddenly realized that no wonder he felt that this name was familiar. He once met a boy from the underworld in Shu.

"I wonder, does the ghost boy have a brother named Ming boy?"

He asked tentatively and got a positive answer.

"The Ming Tongzi and the Gui Boy are two major disciples of the Huanying Ghost Lord. Unfortunately, the Ming Tongzi has a bad fortune and is killed by the sword cultivator when he enters Shu!"

"Now, only the ghost boy is favored by him, and his arrogance is even more arrogant!"

The pale middle-aged man persuaded, "Brother, you have returned from outside and don't know the situation. You should change your name as soon as possible so that you can stay in the local area for a long time!"

From the outside world, Mangshan is in chaos, with countless demons and monsters rampant, as if they are completely disorganized.

Only the local ghost cultivators knew that the Mangshan area was also of a strict hierarchy, with a high status and a Taoist real person. Their disciples were naturally superior to others, and ordinary ghost cultivators would never dare to provoke them.

"I see!"

Fang Dou wanted to have a nickname? Anyway, I gave up this time and it was nothing to look like a new one.

"Well."

He was thinking hard, and the melodious sound of silk and bamboo came from a distance. From the scale, it was not accompaniment of one or two people, but a musical instrument team of dozens of people.

In this ghost realm, there are still people who are so leisurely?

"It's over!"

The three pale middle-aged men had their faces even pale, and they looked at Fang Dou as if they saw a dead person.

Fang Dou just turned around and asked with interest, "Who is the person coming? It must be not a small person!"

The pale middle-aged man sighed and shook his head, "The person who came is the ghost boy. This friend, have you thought of the new name? It's about your life!"

When Fang Dou heard that it was a ghost boy, he felt that the opportunity had come. This was a good opportunity to approach the Ghost Lord!

"Just about to meet him!"

When the pale middle-aged three people saw this, they thought that this person was helpless and that they were still so relaxed when they died. They really thought that the ghost boy was a vegetarian.

The unjust souls lingering over the mansions formed a sea of ​​clouds that never dispersed all year round, with white bones piled up like mountains, and broken skin and rotten flesh filled the lake.

If you mess with him, it’s hard to die!

The ghost boy is the favorite disciple of the ghost master and has a great show when going out. In addition to the ghost cultivators and ghost warriors who accompanied him, there is also a whole musical instrument team.

Speaking of this instrument team, it is a favorite of the ghost boy.

This ghost disciple, who was born in a cold family, liked to listen to opera the most. After he became rich, he found his favorite musical instrument team and melted all the flesh and blood of the superiors and subordinates into immortal skeleton puppets. The ghost was imprisoned in it and would always play for him to play.

Layers of gray fog separated, and a team of three or five hundred people appeared in front of everyone.

The pale middle-aged man hurriedly pulled Fang Dou, stood beside the road, lowered his head, and stood respectfully.

Although Fang Dou was strange in his heart, he also knew that the other party had no malice.

"If you are lucky, the ghost boy is in a good mood and he will not bother to pay attention to you!"

"But if it's not good, we can't be implicated by you, I hope you understand!"

The pale middle-aged man whispered to each other.

Fang Dou sighed in his heart, and the ghost cultivator is not all unforgivable. It is like the one in front of him, with some kind of good thoughts in his heart.

The other two companions were also trembling.

It's strange that the three of them hid near the Mangshan Border Monument, pretending to be a god and making ghosts. Passers-by were not good people, and even had their lives in hand.

However, facing the ghost boy, the three of them had no evil spirit at all, and were as gentle as sheep.

This made Fang Dou realize that the structure inside Mangshan is clearly divided into levels above and below, cruel to the outside and even more cruel to the inside.

With everyone gathered, the sedan chair that the ghost boy was riding in was carried by sixteen women in red, and his feet were empty without touching them.

Fang Dou noticed that the women carrying sedan chairs were empty under their wide robes, with only their exposed heads and hands.

Seeing the sedan chair coming, the pale middle-aged three couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although this tone was very light, it still alarmed the ghost boy in the sedan chair.

"Stop!"

The bead curtain of the sedan chair opened, revealing a rosy baby face. This is the ghost boy.

The brothers Ming Tongzi and Gui Tongzi are named after their appearance characteristics. Ming Tongzi is born a dwarf. Although she is over 60 years old, she is still as short as a child, but Gui Tongzi is different. He is born with a baby face and cannot see the traces of the passing of time.

"Welcome to the ghost boy!"

The pale middle-aged three men knew that it was a disaster, so they knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"So it's you three!"

The ghost boy scanned and saw the origin of the three people. It turned out that they were little thieves robbing on the border, so they were too lazy to pay attention to it.

The pearl curtain was about to be put down when the ghost boy glanced at him, his eyes were stabbed, and he suddenly noticed Fang Dou next to him.

"You are a naive face. After saying that, where did you come from?"

The ghost boy pointed at Fang Dou, no wonder he felt that it was wrong, and he couldn't even see through this person.

Fang Dou stepped forward and introduced himself, "I'm here...hehe, the reputation is not worth mentioning. Pay a visit to the ghost boy!"

He said he was greeting, but in fact he was holding his fists and bowing his hands.

The ghost boy looked dark and said, "Since you have paid homage, why don't you kneel down and talk?"

"Uh, you can't kneel!"

The ghost boy was angry and was about to brew something when he suddenly remembered something and asked, "What's your name?"

"Well……"

Fang Dou hesitated. The ghost boy couldn't use it, but it seemed too late to make a new one on site!

"I dare not say it!"

The ghost boy sneered, "Do you really dare to take the name of seeking death?"

The so-called name for seeking death is his ghost boy Zhicheng.

As he said that, he shouted at the pale middle-aged three, "Speak quickly!"

Fang Dou is a raw face, but these three people will still make a living in Mangshan in the future, so they will inevitably succumb to his tyranny.

Sure enough, the pale middle-aged man struggled symbolically for a moment and replied, "Yes, he just called that name!"

The ghost boy got a satisfactory answer, and a grin appeared on his face, looking at Fang Dou.

"You walk with the three of them, and I believe you already know my rules!"

"Now, are you ready to die?"

Speaking of this, he paused, "Sorry, I won't kill you first. I will use 380 sets of ghost punishment techniques, so that you can't be a human being or a ghost!"
Chapter completed!