"Aren't you in great shape?"

"The owner is not there, and the haunted house can't resolve the ghost gas by itself! Every trace of ghost energy absorbed will add a point of burden. If the owner doesn't come again, the haunted house will go into hibernation. ”

"Take out the ghost core and confess the Lord again!"

"Yes, master!"

A feather fell from the roof, changing colors from time to time.

Sometimes it is as white as snow, sometimes as black as ink, sometimes as blue as indigo, and sometimes as yellow as gold.

When it falls in front of Chen Ming and does not move, the color is not single, but a variety of colors surging together, becoming brilliant.

Chen Ming was already completely familiar with the process of recognizing the master, and directly bit his middle finger and dripped blood on the feather.

As soon as the blood fell on the feather, the feather seemed to move with muscles and bones.

The colors on it began to solidify and fade little by little.

When the color is completely gone, the feather also disappears out of thin air.

Sensing a little more connection in his mind, Chen Ming knew that the confession had been successful.

The phantom ghost with a face full of surprise spread its arms and wings, and instantly rolled up a whirlwind, and the ghost qi rushed to the ghost's body.

After the phantom ghost absorbed the ghost qi, its body became more and more condensed and gradually became real.

When the ghost qi in the main hall was empty, all the doors and windows of the palace were opened, and the ghost qi rolled in like wolf smoke.

When the ghost was completely solidified into a real person, all doors and windows were closed and stopped.

He looked at his real body happily and felt the abundant ghost energy in his body.

He looked down again at Chen Ming, who was not yet waist-high, and turned around.

Instantly shrunk to a height about the same as Chen Ming, and then knelt down again.

"Thank you Master for giving me a new life!"

"Get up! What's your name?"

"Thank you, master! My name is Heavy Wing! ”

"Heavy wings, it's a name for you who have wings. How did you find me? ”

"I felt the scent of my master, but I couldn't leave the haunted house, so I asked Darust to look for my master on my behalf."

Chen Ming thought about the previous threat that the Dala Patriarch had threatened him, so he asked, "What's going on with this Dala clan?" ”

"The Dala are the descendants of the ghost slaves of the haunted house, and they can also be counted as the ghost slaves of the haunted house, and they are usually responsible for protecting the safety and daily maintenance of the haunted house."

Chen Ming knew in his heart that they were similar in nature to the Luo family.

However, the Luo family population withered, and the Dala people multiplied into such a large group.

Chongyi saw that Chen Ming seemed to have a lot of complaints about the Dala tribe, and thought of the previous Dala patriarch's obstruction and blackmailing of the master.

"The Dala people are ghost slaves who serve the ghost king, if the master doesn't like it, I can erase them on behalf of the master."

Chen Ming was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "No need, it's just that the patriarch has hindered me, and it's not in the way." ”

Chen Ming chatted with the ghost spirit Chongyi about everything here, and learned a lot about the Dala clan and some things in the abyss.

In the square outside the palace, nearly 2,000 people were silent.

Patriarch Dara looked at the closed palace gate with excitement, and he could feel the change in the haunted house.

He knew that the haunted house had come back to life. A new era was coming for the Dara tribe, he looked forward to it, but there was still a hint of unease.

Although the leaders of the black and white colored wings on the side were full of questions, the patriarch did not speak, nor did he dare to ask, so he could only keep quiet.

When the door of the palace opened again, Chen Ming walked out of the main hall, and when the Dara patriarch saw the heavy wings like a guard behind Chen Ming.

Eyes lit up. Shouting loudly, "Meet the Ghost King!" ”

As he spoke, he took the lead in kneeling on the ground, and the thankful leader on the side did not dare to slack off, and was also busy shouting and bowing.

Then there was the mountain of nearly 2,000 mountains in the square, shouting, "Meet the ghost king!" Suddenly fell to his knees in a sea of people.

Listening to the sound of the mountain and looking at the large sea of people who knelt down, Chen Ming was startled.

Chongyi on the side said loudly: "Master, they are your slaves, everything belongs to the master!" ”

Chen Ming looked at the sea of people kneeling on the ground, and then listened to Chongyi's words, and his heart was filled with a different feeling.

Isn't this what the emperor feels like when he is above all people? Chen Ming straightened his back and took a few steps forward.

But when he saw Dalaqi kneeling on the ground, a cloud of irritability rose in his heart.

My own era was not a feudal imperial era, and people were equal to each other.

Watching Dalaqi kneeling on the ground was like seeing a good friend kneeling in front of him, and his previous sense of superiority suddenly turned into nothingness.

This is not right, if the relationship between people is like this, there is only casual grabbing and no friendship, then where is the fun?

Chen Ming said loudly: "Get up!" ”

Seeing that nearly a thousand people stood up, Chen Ming's mood seemed to be much better.

Seeing everyone standing there quietly, Chongyi said, "Master, is there anything you want to say to them?" ”

Chen Ming thought about it and nodded.

Heavy wings are raised with their hands flat. I saw that the flat ground where the two of them were standing slowly rose, as if a podium had risen from the ground.

Standing on the high platform, Chen Ming could see all the people, just like the teacher on the podium could see all the students' expressions at a glance.

Friends of the Darra!

I, Chenming, have the privilege of being the master of your haunted house. But I'm not your master.

I now give you a choice, you can choose to continue to serve the haunted house as ghost slaves in the haunted house.

You can also choose to become a free person who lives for yourself and live the life you want.

After Chen Ming's words were finished, the expressions of everyone below did not change.

However, the heavy wing behind Chen Ming looked at Chen Ming's back with special eyes, as if he was thinking about something!

Just when Chen Ming wanted to explain in detail, he saw everyone below kneeling down together.

They shouted in unison, "We are willing to continue to be ghost slaves and serve the ghost king!" ”

Chen Ming was stunned for a moment, how could anyone be willing to be a slave?

But the neat and uniform Dala people in front of him made Chen Ming feel that what he said was a joke.

In fact, what Chen Ming didn't know was that what he said was indeed a joke, and everyone here was attached to the haunted house.

Only by heating up can the group survive, and even the huge level difference between the black and white wings and the color wings can exist safely.

And the fact that no one resisted shows that survival here is difficult.

Now that Chen Ming wants to let them become free people, doesn't that mean letting them die?

They felt that Chen Ming was just making a show for others to see, and no one would really believe such nonsense.

Chen Ming made everyone stand up again, and as his eyes patrolled, he met the eyes of Dalaqi who was looking at him.

Chen Ming, who didn't want to say anything more, suddenly had an idea again.

"Dalaqi, come here!"

Dalaqi looked at Chen Ming in surprise, and pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Yes, that's you, Daragi."

Dalaki fluttered his wings and flew up to the platform.

"Dalaqi, don't you have a dream, I'll help you make it happen!"

Dalaqi was a little surprised: "My dream? What dreams? ”