That's right, it's the phone ringing.

The phone lines are all unplugged, why does the phone ring?

Damn the sauce bag, is he kidding himself?

He put on his cloak and went straight to the hat god's bedroom. When he picked up the phone, the ringing was interrupted, and Ringer checked that the phone line was connected.

It must have been done by people.

In the castle, there are only two people, he and the psychic sauce bag, except for the sauce bag, it is impossible for him to connect the telephone line.

Bang bang bang!

Ringer slammed the psychic's door.

The psychic opened the door with his eyes wiped.

"What's the matter?"

"What are you doing? Why do you have a phone line plugged in? ”

The psychic wiped his eyes again: "I answered the phone line, when did it happen, why don't I know?" ”

"You, no?"

"What's going on?"

"Come with me."

When the psychic saw everything in front of him, he raised his hand and swore to heaven that he did not do this, otherwise, he would accept any punishment.

The benevolent brother said so seriously, Ringer pointed to the phone: "You, you didn't answer, I can't do it, so....'

Psychic: 'There's a third man in the castle!' ”

"Is it the deaf man who guards the door?"

"I don't know, there must be other people in the castle."

Ringer picked up the phone, dialed a random number, put it to his ear, and he just dialed it randomly, four digits.

Unexpectedly, it seems to work.

However, the other party was silent, and Ringer heard the other party's breathing on the phone.

Not long after, the other party hung up, and Ringer clearly heard the ticking sound of hanging up the phone.

"I dialed 6389 just now, dial again!"

The psychic picked up the phone and dialed the number, and listened for a while: 'Nothing. “

Ringer snatched the phone, put it to his ear, and didn't answer.

He contacted three times, but it still didn't work.

He dialed a few more numbers casually, but it was still four, and he couldn't get through.

"What number is 6389?"

"I don't know, how do I know, why are you calling 6389?"

"I'm so casual that someone answers."

The psychic reasoned out: "Monk, now is not the time to discuss what number 6389 is, first find out, who connected the phone line?" ”

"But it's just the two of us here, unless you can find a third man."

"This third person is not easy to find, people can be hidden in any corner of the castle, besides, I don't think there is a third normal person in the castle, there is a possibility."

"Ghosts, demons?"

"Yes."

Fifteen minutes later, Ringer's room.

The two sat at the table, their expressions very different, Ringer frowning, and the psychic was excited, frightened.

"There are demons, monks, and there are indeed them here, and it's time for you to show your skills.

"You look like you're looking forward to the demon's appearance."

"Don't forget what we're here for?"

Ringer crossed Erlang's legs: "My main mission is to come on vacation, to catch demons by the way, I am not a demon hunter. “

The psychic smiled: "You have already received the deposit of the hat god master." ”

Ringer pointed at him and said with a smile: "Okay, then you say, how do we deal with it?" ”

"I'm just your agent, how to deal with you must be better than me, we have to figure out first, what kind of demon is it, what kind of demon do you say?"

"That's really what I want to know." Beauty Nest

Ringer pinched his chin and thought about it, he closed his eyes and muttered the words.

The air began to flow and spin, and the psychic opened his mouth and glared, feeling in amazement as the cyclone swirled around him.

The oil lamp was shaken by the wind, and the psychic hurriedly blocked it with his body.

After a while, the wind stopped, and the light of the oil lamp stabilized.

"That's not right, it still takes a formation to summon an undead who can scout?"

As for summoning the undead, Ringer's current skills, he can summon different types of undead, but he is not very good at summoning the undead, let alone how to send the undead back to his own space.

Therefore, he just wanted to summon a high-level undead with wisdom similar to a half-bone.

As for what the undead look like, what kind of breed they are, Ringer doesn't know anything, all he can do at the moment is to rely on his own mind, what type I want to summon, the easiest way to summon the undead.

I didn't expect that summoning a reconnaissance undead with little combat power would still need a formation?

"It's a pity that I didn't bring my magic weapon."

The magic weapons, that is, the puppets carved by Ringer, the psychic didn't understand, and he was anxious: "You came to receive the bounty, how could you forget the tools you used to make money, stupid!" ”

"You dare to scold me?"

The psychic hurriedly said: "No, no, sir, I'm scolding myself for being stupid, not scolding you, don't worry, think about it, is there any other way?" ”

Inside the room, the cyclone suddenly swirled. The flame of the oil lamp flickered.

Ringer swooped to his feet from his chair.

'Be careful! “

Psychic: 'What's going on?' “

"My summoning spell is over, why is this happening?"

"A ghost?"

"Damn, I think it's a ghost, where's your gun?"

The psychic remembered that he had not brought his gun, and hurried to get it, and he was about to take a step when a cloud of black smoke appeared in the center of the room.

Black smoke was billowing up and down.

Ringer picked up a stool and watched for it.

The black smoke was twisting and distorting, and in the blink of an eye, a bird appeared in the air, and it was a red crow.

The crow was thin and skeletal, with little flesh, and could tell it as a crow's mark, head, and tattered wings.

Moreover, this thing looks ugly and makes people smell evil.

"A crow, a crow?"

Ringer muttered to himself.

"I'm not a crow, I have a name, my name is Eagle."

Ringer and the psychic glanced at each other and couldn't help but laugh.

"No laughing, no laughing!"

The crow was annoyed and hoarsely stopped.

"Well, don't laugh, tell me, you're a ghost in the castle? Everything in the castle is your troublemaker? ”

Crow: "I don't know what you're talking about, okay, you don't have to call it Eagle, just call me Ji-sama." ”

Psychic: "Is it a chicken's chicken?" ”

The crow's angry beak spewed out, and a small blue flame suddenly erupted, almost setting the psychic on fire.

"Fire Elves?"

Ringer was also dumbfounded, he had never seen a crow breathe fire, this thing looked like a fire elf, it was a crow.

"Okay, Master Ji, then, you answered the phone line?"

"I don't understand what you're saying! Who was summoning the Ears of the Dead just now? ”

Ringer was confused again, what is the ear of the undead.

In fact, the Ear of the Undead is the spies in Ringer's mind, the Scout.

"Well, it's me calling, what, do you have an opinion?"

"You?"

"Yes, it's me, what, you want to learn from me?"

The crow raised his head highly: "You are not worthy of fighting with me, my master said, let me come over to help summon the undead, is you?" ”