The brains of the Writing Department were racing fast, thinking of ways to break the game.

If the opponent is a ghost clan, then it doesn't matter, after all, they are all people of the same era on this demon continent, not to mention that the bloody predecessors can sweep it, even if Ling Fei is rampant, it is not something that the contemporary ghost clan can easily deal with.

But at this moment, I am afraid that the opponent is the primeval demon clan in that intelligence, even if it has experienced the baptism of time for tens of thousands of years, and its strength is no longer at its peak, but just with the body that has survived in the primeval period to this day, it is enough to dominate this demon continent!

What to do? If the opponent is invincible, how to fight?

At this time, the writing department was already a little panicked, he kept thinking about coping strategies, and overturned these strategies one by one, and finally could only come to one result - no solution!

Yes, in the face of real strength, any strategy seems so powerless, what bells and whistles!

It wasn't until this moment that the Writing Department deeply felt its weakness, although relying on the bloody seniors, it was enough to stand at the top of this demon continent.

But in the five hundred years of reincarnation disaster, it may be possible to pick out any one of them at the level of the predecessors of the bloody hand at the peak, so compared with this, the remnant soul of the bloody hand seems to be a little insufficient.

"What's the matter, Boss Wen, is there any change?" Seeing that the writing department was in a trance, and cold sweat flowed, Ling Fei raised his vigilance, looked around, and asked.

Hearing this, the Writing Section shook his head vigorously, forced himself to calm down, and continued to analyze.

I have already discovered the traces of the other party, if the opponent's strength is lower than my own, then there is no problem in fighting directly.

If the opponent's strength is higher than his own, then he must have discovered himself now, and if he escapes, he will definitely not be able to escape, so he can only try.

Beat!

After making a decision, the writing section had a gloomy face and spoke: "Southwest direction." Before the words fell, he took the lead and rushed over.

After Ling Fei heard this, a wicked smile hung on the corner of his mouth, scratching his nose, and he also kept up with the pace of the writing department.

......

"Hmm...... Boss Wen, that's what you said...... Ghost Clan?" Ling Fei said with some confusion.

Looking at the wild boar in front of him who was slashed to death by Ling Fei, the writing department seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then replied thoughtfully: "Could it be that the collective disappearance of the villagers of Hongcun is not the work of the ghost clan......

"Isn't it the Ghost Clan? Who Could Do That?" Hearing this, Ling Fei opened his mouth and asked, "Boss Wen, did you say that it was because the Ghost Clan was afraid of us and hid in advance?"

The writing department glanced at him as if he cared for the mentally retarded, and said angrily: "Do you think you are barren?" and then turned around and left.

"I really can't tell, right, think about it......" Ling Fei hurriedly caught up, and while refuting, he kept explaining his conjecture to the Writing Department, and for a while, he even said it was reasonable......

At the same time, on a cliff not far from Hongcun, there were two figures, secretly watching the Writing Department and Ling Fei who were sitting cross-legged on the road back to the center of Hongcun.

If the two of them were here, they would definitely be able to recognize that on top of this cliff was the red-haired demon of the ghost clan who had fought in Huangsong Mountain! And beside it was a skeleton as white as jade, holding a bone knife in one hand and a bone shield in the other.

"These two guys are not good stubble, you must be careful to deal with them and try to avoid them. The red-haired demon said with a serious face.

After hearing this, the white jade skeleton smiled and said disdainfully: "Well, I know, I'm not stupid, you, the capital of the six vanguard officials of the ghost clan, are afraid, I will definitely not provoke it." ”

"Who...... Who said I was scared!" The red-haired demon retorted with some weakness, "I'm just avoiding it for the time being, and sooner or later, I'll clean them both up with my own hands." ”

"Okay, okay, what are you doing with such gritted teeth, your prey, I won't rob you. The white jade skeleton patted it on the shoulder, as if comforting and mocking.

"I'm not kidding!" the red-haired demon opened his hand and said solemnly, "The ghost clan is about to have a big event, if it affects the progress of the plan because of these two people, the gains outweigh the losses!"

"I know, I understand, I'm not listening to you, I'm all the ghouls out of the village, and I'm not going to be on the edge for the time being. The white jade skeleton said in a strange way, "But...... How's your preparation going?"

Hearing this, the red-haired demon didn't bother to argue with it anymore, and said: "There are still two villages in Huangsong Mountain that will be completely occupied, and when the time comes, connect the Phoenix Tail you just occupied, and the two armies will merge, and they will be ready to attack this Fengjin Town." ”

"No problem, then I'll wait a few more days. ”

Looking at the fiery appearance of the white jade skeleton, the red-haired demon was angry, and said viciously:

"I'm here to warn you this time, it's best not to make any more moves recently, the strength of Fengjin Town should not be underestimated, we can only rely on surprise attacks to quickly occupy it, if it is because of your private actions that the other side notices, and take precautions in advance, our efforts for so long will be in vain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red-haired demon turned around and left, it didn't want to hear the brain-dead skeleton's weird tone anymore, and after talking for a while, it estimated that it would be.

Looking at the head of the six vanguard officers of the ghost clan, who was not lightly angry, the white jade skeleton also shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and then turned around and left.

......

In a short time, it was dawn......

With two dark circles under his eyes, he looked at Ling Fei, who was sleeping beside him, stood up a little messily, and muttered to himself: "It doesn't make sense, it shouldn't be, what is the reason?"

At this time, the writing department was completely stunned, and the two sat swaggering all night at the place where the incident occurred, and there was no abnormality.

This can't help but make the Writing Section suspicious, all the villagers of Hongcun and all the mercenary groups that have taken over this task, as well as the city lord of Fengjin Town, are they working together to play by themselves in this pit......

After the writing department got up, he kicked Ling Fei, who was still asleep, and said upsetly: "Don't sleep, it's time to get up and work." ”

Ling Fei was suddenly kicked awake and startled, carrying the rusty broken sword, a carp stiffened, turned over, sleepy-eyed, and said in a daze: "Who? What's wrong?"

"Let's go, just wait here, it seems that we can't wait for anything...... "the text department beckoned, "go to the surrounding villages to see if there are any clues." ”

Then, the two left the empty Hongcun and walked in the direction of Fengjin Town.

Passing through a medium-sized village, the two didn't think much about it and walked straight into the village.

Suddenly, the Writing Section felt that something was wrong, it had been dawn for a long time, but the whole village was still too quiet, and a terrible thought instantly surged into the heart of the Writing Section.

At this time, Ling Fei also noticed that something was unusual, stopped his steps, and turned his head to look at the Character Department.

"Here...... Attacked too!" the Writing Section said, furrowed.

Hearing this, Ling Fei's face was full of incredulity, and he muttered, "It was okay when I passed by yesterday......

"It was last night!" As soon as these words came out, the Writing Section gritted its teeth!