In the middle of Neptune City, a remote street.

The streets are a bit bleak, with the occasional person hurrying by.

And next to the street, there is a small courtyard.

The front hall is the front hall, which can be used for business, but it is rarely opened, and it is wasted. But think about it, the population here is sparse, not to mention ten houses and nine empty, but at least five empty, many houses on the side of the road have been abandoned, doing business here, where is there any profit.

Someone comes in every day to clean it. But looking at his appearance, he was dressed in shabby, with an old face, and a short stature, and each time he came with a pair of baskets and staggered, and he did not look at all like the owner of this house, and those who saw him tended to think that he was an old servant of the master of this house.

There is an ancient well in the courtyard, and according to common sense, there should be no shortage of water on the island, but the well is dry, and there is no water at all, so it is covered with stone slabs.

The furniture in the house is complete, and the bedding is often washed and dried, and it is very clean and neatly placed in the cabinet. In the kitchen, firewood, rice, oil and salt are available, but no one uses them, but the people who come to clean often replace them, so that firewood, rice, oil and salt can always be used.

According to common sense, the owner of such a house often does not appear, and is often occupied by some people or some demons and monsters, but this house is not.

On this day, it is almost noon. The sun was in the southeast, and the light was slanting and still cold.

The frost and snow melted and turned into water, drop by drop, dripping down the eaves. The stagnant water collects on the bluestone slabs, which looks slippery and the moss is becoming more and more vibrant.

The slab that covered the dry well moved, and then it was removed, and a head came out of it.

I saw that this head has long and narrow eyes, a bad complexion, and is very distinctive, who is it if it is not a ghost crying?

Ghost Cry pushed the stone slab open, climbed out of it, and then reached in again and pulled Nangong out, and finally the two got out of the way, and the big black horse rushed out of it.

Nangong asked, "That's what Old Monster Wu said?"

Ghost Cry looked around: "It should be here, let's wait here, take a rest, someone will come tomorrow morning." ”

The next morning, the streets were foggy and frosty, and it was bitterly cold.

An old man with a weathered face, a hat on his head, a tattered cotton jacket, and a pair of feet that were bruised and swollen from the cold, staggered through the bleak streets, and came to carry the burden.

When he arrived at the door, he spread out his hands, exhaled a cloud of white rich heat, rubbed his hands vigorously, glanced at the old door with a pair of cloudy eyes, and stepped forward to open the door as always.

Inside, it was dark.

The old man's body stiffened, and his fingers moved. Cloudy eyes scanned the room, turned around and picked up the burden, and staggered into the house. When I walked through the front hall and out of the back door, I saw a ghost crying all over my body.

Putting down the burden, watching the ghost crying silently as he practiced the knife, he squatted in a corner of the courtyard, letting the cold invade, motionless, like a sculpture.

Nangong came out of the kitchen, holding the steaming meal with one hand, and constantly patting away the big black horse that poked his head out with the other. His eyes glanced at the ghost who practiced the knife and cried, with a smile on his face, and then he saw the wide open front hall and back door at a glance, and saw the old man squatting in the corner like a sculpture.

And the big black horse remained in the courtyard, with its hooves parted, and lowered its body, and let out a low whimper from its mouth.

When he came out, he had an extra sword in his hand.

The sword is broken, but it is still sharp in Nangong's hands and can kill people.

She didn't draw her sword, but as her face was covered with frost again, a cold wind swept through the courtyard.

The old man was like a frightened monkey, took out a sharp knife from the frame like lightning, and jumped to the roof with a "poof", looking at Nangong with cloudy eyes full of vigilance.

Ghost Cry stopped practicing the knife, looked up at the old man on the roof, and asked, "Boss Wu, but you?"

The old man on the roof smiled happily and asked, "But Daddy told you to come to me?"

The voice was very young, even immature, not at all like an old man.

"Exactly. Ghost Cry looked at him strangely and said, "It was Old Monster Wu who called us." ”

"Great, great. "The old man, known as Boss Wu, jumped and jumped on the roof, happy like a child getting candy. He jumped off the roof, fell lightly to the ground, stepped on the slippery moss, was thrown and squatted, and while crying out in pain, he still couldn't stop laughing, which was completely different from the image of the silent and lonely old man on the street.

This old man, judging from the age of ordinary people, is indeed an old man. However, he is actually not old.

He has been so old since he was a child, he is obviously a baby, but he is like a miniature version of an old man, who frightened his parents and abandoned him. Later, he was picked up by a pirate, who knew that Wu Lao Wei had a knack for collecting freaks, so he sold it to Wu Lao Wei.

Boss Wu is the most outstanding of all the children of Boss Wu, he is born with a strong sense of spirit, and his five senses are inhuman. is also because of his inhuman five senses, even if Ghost Cry and his party have never been to the front hall at all, they noticed that there were people in the courtyard the moment they opened the front hall. After seeing Ghost Cry, he didn't attack immediately, just because he realized that Ghost Cry was related to Wu Lao Wei, and he was not a thief who broke in for no reason.

The ghost cried and turned around, and said to Nangong and the big black horse: "It's okay, my own people." ”

Nangong let go of the hilt of the sword, said, "The rice is cooked, come out to eat after finishing your errands early", and then turned around and entered the house.

The big black horse straightened up, stopped whimpering, wagged his tail, stuck out his tongue, and followed Nangong into the house.

In the courtyard, only the ghost crying and the extremely cheerful Boss Wu remained.

"Daddy...... Did Daddy say when I was going back to Thundercloud Island. Boss Wu's cloudy eyes widened, his face was smiling happily, his eyes were unresponsive, and he looked very mad.

Seeing this expression, ordinary people are afraid that half of their souls will be frightened, but the ghost cry seems to have no reaction, and a pair of narrow eyes can't see any emotion: "He didn't say it." ”

Boss Wu's mood visibly fell, his big upturned and cracked mouth fell, he lowered his head, and his voice sobbed: "That...... That...... Is he well?"

As soon as the words fell, tears burst out of his eyes, and translucent snot flowed out. Looking at his appearance, the ghost was crying a little big, and an old man was crying like a child, it was too spicy, and he sighed and said, "You can see it yourself." ”

Hearing the ghost crying, Boss Wu stopped crying at once, sucked back the snot, and wiped his eyes vigorously, with a pair of red eyes filled with cloudy and godless eyeballs: "What do you mean." ”

"It means that after you have done your work for us here, you will join him with us. ”

"Really?" Boss Wu looked incredulous.

"Really. When you're hungry, eat first. The ghost cried and went into the house, and as he went, he said, "Come too." ”

"Hmm. Boss Wu nodded vigorously, drooling and farts to the house with the ghost crying.

At this moment, a fleet of ships is breaking the waves on the sea a few miles from the pier.

On one of the clippers, Mei Shengxue was dressed in a symmetrical white robe and stood on the bow of the ship.

The wind blew, and the white robe was raised. He looked at the red fireball in the sky in front of him, stretched out his hands and clasped them weakly, and muttered: "Senior Brother Ghost Cry, wait, I'm here, you can't escape my palm after all." ”

"Your Excellency. Behind him, the sturdy-looking captain cautiously reminded: "If you don't turn around, you'll get off the course." ”