Chapter 1822: Flame Ghost King

"Master Spectre, the big thing is not good!"
In front of a very quiet pavilion, the ghost was fishing for small fish in the lake with a happy expression.
Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and a of death ran over in a hurry.
Ignoring him, Spectre has an expression of Zhizhu holding on his face, and chuckles, "Why is it so flustered?
Don't worry, speak slowly! "
"Master Spectre, the big thing is not good. In the 130 to 140 level purgatory, there was a large-scale weapon fight between the intern death gods. What should I do?"
"What's the panic? The fighting between those intern death gods is a matter for Sanctuary Academy. What does it have to do with us?
Don't bother. "
"But Master Ghost..." "Well, it's no big deal!"
Gently waved his hand, Spectre's face was as calm as ever: "Let the tenth and seventh teams control the scene and rescue some of the wounded. We are considered to have done our duty, and the rest will be reported to the Sanctuary Academy. Just one explanation will do."
"But Master Ghost..." The death face was still a little anxious, and Ghost glanced at him obliquely: "Just do what I told you. You can't take care of the rest!"
"Oh yes!"
After hesitating a little, the of death hesitated to speak, and finally he held a fist respectfully and retreated.
When only Spectre was left by this calm lake, the corners of Spectre's mouth curled up with an evil arc: "This silly boy, I hope he didn't do things too much, ha ha ha!"
The ghost continued to fish, as if everything was under control, but he didn't know it well. At this moment, a big man with a red face and beard was already angry and rushed to his mansion impossibly. With such a powerful aura, he almost didn't take him. The palace gate has been lifted off! "Damn ghost, where did he go?
Isn’t he in charge of the order of purgatory?
Why is there such a large-scale fighting in Purgatory that he is not seen?
I really don't know what his supervisor does? "
"Master Yan Gui Wang calmed down. Master Ghost is going out in a hurry. If you have anything to do, please tell the younger one.
After Master Ghost returns, the younger one will tell you. "
One of the servants respectfully said to the big bearded man tremblingly.
The big man glared at him and shouted, "Tell you?
Tell you there is a fart, get out! "
He yelled, and the big man ignored him, turned around and walked away. After a while, he came to the mansion of the hungry ghost king and yelled: "Hungry ghost king, come out to me and see what the chaos is going on there. Now, how did you become the first director of Hungry Ghost Dao?"
"what happened?
WISP, what makes you so grandiose? "
The hungry ghost king heard the violent anger of the flame ghost king, and he walked out of the inner room, holding the tablet of seven emotions and six desires in his hand, constantly groping, feeling like he couldn't put it down, and a faint look hung on his face. She smiled, she seemed to be in a good mood.
When Yan Gui Wang saw it, he immediately stepped forward and complained: "What happened?
Purgatory is now in chaotic management. A group of intern death gods fought with weapons for more than an hour, but no one stopped it. The group of intern death gods suffered heavy casualties. My son was also beaten to death. What do you think?
How do you manage this purgatory? "
"Such a thing happened?"
The brows frowned slightly, and the Hungry Ghost King suspiciously said, "No, the work arrangements for the 200 Purgatory Level of the Soul Eater Ladder are all done by Spectre.
He has always acted in an orderly manner and shouldn't have caused such a big omission.
Besides, there is an official Reaper next to each intern.
If a large-scale weapon fight occurs, the of death will officially stop it. This is the responsibility of the of death. How can there be a scene where no one pays attention to the fight for more than an hour? "
"This is what I want to ask you. That ghost neglected his duty and disappeared at a critical moment. My son was beaten half-crippled. What should you do?"
His eyes squinted slightly, and the Hungry Ghost King thought a little, and said lightly: "Ghost fire, you should calm down your anger first, and wait for me to call the ghost kid to ask about it, and then give you an explanation."
"This is what you said, if you are not satisfied with the explanation you give me, I won't let it go!"
"Don't worry, I will satisfy you!"
"it is good!"
Nodding his head, the Flame Ghost King turned around angrily, but didn't take a few steps, stopped again, and turned around and said, "By the way, what is the name of the intern of death who hurt my son this time?
Yes, Yang Feng! This kid, you must give me an explanation, otherwise the old man will never let go, hum! "
"What, Yang Feng?"
The Hungry Ghost King was stunned: "This is impossible, he is now locked in a 160-170 level purgatory by the old man's enchantment.
There is no one else there except him.
He can't get out, and others can't get in, so how can he participate in a large-scale weapon fight where he trains the of death? "
"I, the Flame Ghost King, one of the dignified nine ghost kings, can I lie to you?
In short, hundreds of people and hundreds of pairs of eyes saw that my son was injured by the man named Yang Feng.
All the disasters were caused by this Yang Feng.
This Yang Feng must be severely punished. I'll leave it here. If you don't handle this Yang Feng, don't blame the old man for being rude, huh! "
After all, the Flame Ghost King turned around and left like the wind, leaving only the more and more confused eyes of the Hungry Ghost King, so it was inexplicable.
Hmm... Yang Feng... What does this matter have to do with him?
A quarter of an hour later, the Hungry Ghost King was pacing in the hall of the palace, puzzled at all times, then pinched the Dao Yin Jue in his hand and pointed to the air, and an illusory picture immediately appeared in the air.
There, it was a scene from level 160 to 170, and Yang Feng was conscientiously working on punishment of prisoners.
That kid is still there, he didn't come out?
Why did he participate in the large-scale weapon fight among the interns?
The hungry ghost king frowned tightly, and after hesitating a little, he shouted: "Come here, call me the ghost thing, and see what he does, huh!"
"Yes, Lord Hungry Ghost King!"
The next person got the order and went to find it immediately. After a long time, he found the place where the ghost was fishing and invited him over.
The ghost walked into the door with a smiley face, and bowed respectfully: "My Hungry Ghost King, why call his subordinates to come?"
"What happened, don't you know?"
The hungry ghost king glared at him coldly, and the ghost pretended to be confused: "I don't know, the subordinates just took a vacation and left for a while. I really don't know what happened in the way of the hungry ghost?"
"In the purgatory at level 130 to 140, the intern death gods had a large-scale battle.
For more than an hour, no one came to stop, calm the turmoil, and caused large-scale casualties. Do you really know this? "
"do not know!"
With his head shook like a rattle, Spectre blinked his innocent big eyes, still looking like an outsider, pushing everything six or two five, without touching the leaves...