"It's all your fault! If you hadn't found out that the demon was a living person, we wouldn't have moved her home, and if we hadn't moved her home, we wouldn't have been threatened by her; if we hadn't been threatened by her, we wouldn't have found Zhang Tang! Naturally, we wouldn't have been remembered by him! We wouldn't have to hide in this place where birds don't for so many years, I'm afraid that we would have been promoted to a rich position and become a judge long ago!"

The ruins were overgrown with weeds, and a pointed head poked out of a crack in the collapsed wall.

The small head ghost's sleek and shrewd red eyes swept around, confirming whether the surroundings were safe, but even in this state, a mouth was not idle, and he kept talking indignantly.

The big-headed ghost looked stunned, with a pair of green eyes, and followed behind the small-headed ghost, but the crack in the wall in front of him was so big, and his head was much bigger than the small-headed ghost, and he didn't have the slightest self-consciousness, so he had to poke his head out, and he heard a "clang" sound, and a gold star suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was my head stuck in the crack.

When the little head looked back and saw this scene, he was so angry that he almost screamed: "Ah, ah! Are you a pig? No, pigs are smarter than you! You can go wherever I go, and you won't be able to see the road!"

"I—I see you've passed......"

The big-headed ghost, no matter how sluggish he was, sensed the anger of the small-headed ghost, and defended himself in a low voice, but under the red light that lit up under the other party's eyes, the voice slowly faded away.

It was an ordinary-looking ruin, the two of them had climbed up from under the ruins before, and now it was a narrow slit in the ground that was holding the big-headed ghost.

Half of his head was exposed, and he had a small pigtail attached to the back of his big head.

It looks like a big turnip.

The little head ghost really has the heart to die, standing in front of the gap and looking up to the sky and sighing: "Who made me meet you and become your brother, it's hard to die!"

That being said, he walked up anyway, grabbed the head of the big-headed ghost, and pulled it up.

While pulling, and complaining.

"Why do you think we're unlucky?"

"I thought I was hugging a golden thigh, but how did I know that it was a female devil who wanted to die......?

"I don't know how many more years I'm going to hide in this place. ”

"Hey, big head, when did you say the surname Zhang died?"

……

The big-headed ghost's swollen face was dragged out of shape, but listening to this, the doubts that had been entrenched in his mind for many years still popped up.

He blinked and looked at the small-headed ghost.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked: "I don't know when Zhang Juan will die, but Xiaotou, I don't understand, why do we want to run......?

“……”

For a moment, the small-headed ghost wanted to directly stuff the big-headed ghost's head back into the ground, he gritted his teeth and endured it, and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to restrain himself, but in the end he still didn't restrain it, and roared out of control.

"Are you stupid?!"

"You've asked me the same question a hundred times in the past eighty years, don't you remember?"

"I told my mother about it!"

"The surname Zhang is obviously not a good thing! When he looks at me, my heart is worried! That devil was picked up by the two of us, and as a result, he can still enter the Ding Fight and make such a big thing, we all know that he is behind the ghost!

"What the hell do you say you're doing with such a big head?!"

"I'm going to be by you!"

Being yelled at by him like this, the big-headed ghost finally remembered something, and he barely figured out the logic of the small-headed ghost's thinking, but the problem was......

His eyes were confused again.

"But didn't Master Zhang Juan do it yet? How did you know that he was going to kill us......

“……”

Weak.

Completely powerless.

The small-headed ghost felt that his entire ghost life was dimmed at the moment when the problem of the big-headed ghost came out, and he couldn't see the slightest light.

Zhang Juan hasn't done it yet, how do you know that people must kill us......

Didn't do it, your mother!

You're going to die a long time ago when someone else does it, is it really mentally retarded to ask this kind of question?!

Breathe deeply.

Breathe deeply.

Tuna, Tuna.

The little head ghost stood next to the crack, and it took a long time to calm himself down, forcibly suppressing the sinister idea of "just kill this stupid hat brother and do it alone", and shut his mouth and pulled the big head ghost out.

The big-headed ghost actually couldn't tell what kind of sentence he had said, but looking at the small-headed ghost's expression, his last desire to survive came up, and almost out of an intuition, he temporarily closed his mouth.

They have been hiding in these eighteen layers of hell for too long.

In the year when something big happened in Ding, they were expecting to have a good life with their sorrows, but where did they think that this demon would do such a scary thing, and such a scary identity!

What kind of cliff mountain, the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost have actually never heard of it.

However, it did not prevent them from knowing from the expressions and discussions of others after the accident that the word "Yashan" brought shock and deterrence to the entire polar region.

It was also lucky enough, and before they could think clearly about what to do, they were caught by the domineering ghost royal clan ghost cultivator to be a small follower, waiting for them, and followed into the eighteenth layer of hell to check the situation, and thus heard some movements of the Bafang Yan Palace.

That's when they knew they had to run away.

If he goes up to the Extreme Domain again, then Zhang Tang, who has stood out from the competition, has already won the blue eyes of King Qin Guang and has become the judge of the First Yama Palace, and it is easy to deal with the two of them!

Therefore, when the ghost cultivator of the ghost royal clan finished investigating the situation of the eighteenth layer of hell and was about to return to Bafang City to resume his life, the small-headed ghost and the big-headed ghost fled decisively.

The two little ghosts who had cultivated to the end were gone, and they didn't attract attention at all.

Since then, the two of them have been hiding in this ruin, and they don't know why, for more than 80 years, people have come and gone, but no one has found them hiding here, and as for Zhang Tang, who is worried about the little head ghost, it has not appeared once.

Eighty years of fear and fear.

That's called a sad heart!

The little heads were clever and timid, and when they found that no one could find them from this ruin, they refused to move their hiding place anyway, and they have been here for eighty years.

Only occasionally would he reach out to hear the news.

In the past 80 years, it has been like five or six times, and every time I go out, it is like pinning my head to the waistband of my trousers, which is thrilling, and the slightest wind and grass can frighten the guts.

Today they crawled out from under the rubble, mainly to get some air.

Because seven days ago, the small-headed ghost risked his life to go out to find out the news, and found that there were not many evil ghosts left in the eighteen layers of hell, and when he asked, he found out that it was the monks of the nineteen continents who had hit the front of the ghost gate, and the eight directions of the Yan Hall and the ten ghost clans were recruiting ghost soldiers!

That's why now, they dare to emerge from the ruins.

Where did you think that the stupid big-headed ghost was stuck in the crack before it came out!

The small-headed ghost held his breath and exerted his strength, but the big-headed ghost's head was always stuck, and even if his face turned red, there was no sign of coming out.

He gritted his teeth and complained: "Really, why do you have such a big head......"

The big-headed ghost smiled woodenly, and seemed a little embarrassed: "It seems to have been blistered when he died." What, are we really just hiding in this ruins for the rest of our lives?"

"Then what's not?" the little head ghost rolled his eyes without thinking, "I said, the surname Zhang is not a good thing! If we go out and show our heads, we will definitely die! If you don't hide here, you can still beat the surname Zhang?"

"But, but ......" the big-headed ghost stuttered a little, "But didn't you say that Yan Jun's grandfathers were recruiting ghost soldiers a few days ago......?

"Phew!

Before he could finish speaking, the little head ghost directly interrupted him.

"Let's not talk about whether people want us two little minions, even if we do, then we still have to go to the battlefield. The surname Zhang is now the chief judge under the throne of Qin Guang, you can hear clearly, the chief judge! We are going to call grandpa when we meet! If he finds us, he can pinch us to death with a little finger! Besides, even if we don't find out, we will lose our heads when we go to battle. Think about it, that's the Nineteen Continents! I heard that the monk who was still with Yashan! The demon who almost knocked down our Extreme Domain with a slap back then, have you forgotten? Three heads and six arms, a fierce god...... Hey, what are you looking at?"

As he spoke, the small-headed ghost who was pulling people out with all his might was suddenly stunned for a moment, and found that the big-headed ghost with half of his head stuck in the gap didn't look at him, but instead set his eyes on a very high place above his head.

Inexplicably, his body was half cold.

When he looked down again, a thick black shadow had fallen on the ground, covering his entire small body, so that the rest of his body was also cold.

A laugh that was a little strange, familiar and seemed to be deep in the imprint of a person's soul sounded above his head: "The devil?"

The little head ghost made a "bang" in his head.

He turned stiffly, snapped his head up, and finally saw the smiling face looking down on him from the top of his head through the shoes in front of him.

The shadows cover the face, and it is simply the big devil in the painting!

"Poof", his kneecaps were weak, his upper body was still straight, and his lower body was kneeling in front of him standardly, and he grinned very wittily, revealing his terrifying eight fangs, and then immediately "banged" and knocked his head to the ground.

"The little head ghost greets the sorrowful Dazun and welcomes the return of the Dazun!"