Evil Scholar's eyes lit up as well.
He knew the black falcon well. Since it said so, it must mean it wanted to help him.
Because his white cat was only rank 3. He wanted to advance to rank 4 but had been stuck for years.
"Alright, we'll talk about the details later. What's the latest news? Let me see the newspaper, "Black Crow said.
It was only then that Evil Scholar seemed to recall something. He said, "By the way, was there someone looking for you in the newspaper?"
Having said that, he ordered someone to bring him a copy.
Black Crow was stunned. "Someone is looking for me? With a signature? "
Evil Scholar nodded. "That's right. And it's not just you. I think they're looking for Ghost Child as well. Is this Ghost Child the terrifying Madam Ghost Child from South Continent?"
Black Crow's heart skipped a beat when he heard that. "Where's the newspaper? Give it to me now."
It was rare for him to be so anxious.
Black Crow had been so hungry earlier that he could walk and talk at a steady pace. Now that he heard Ghost Child's name, he was actually anxious.
Then, Black Crow snatched the newspaper and read it carefully.
Evil Scholar was puzzled. "The person who signed it is called Curator. What a strange name. He wants you and Ghost Child to go to Grassy Continent and intimidate Snake Country. I've heard of Snake Country. Although it's not a big country, it's still an intermediate country. It's not bad in Grassy Continent. There must be quite a number of rank 4 beasts there. Black Crow, I'm sure you won't go. Plus, this isn't like you. Why would you be ordered to do something? What a joke … "
Before he finished, Black Crow stood up. "Scholar, how do we get to Snake Country?"
Evil Scholar was dumbfounded.
A moment later, Black Crow had already pulled Evil Scholar out of Scorched Tail Mountain.
"Scholar, let's get on the black falcon's back and get to Snake Country as soon as possible. I dragged you along this time because I don't know the way and I'm giving you a chance. Don't say that I don't take care of you since we're brothers. You have to seize this chance," Black Crow said on the way.
Evil Scholar was dumbfounded.
"Black Crow, what's the background of that Curator?" Evil Scholar was no fool. To be able to make Black Crow leave for the Grassy Continent, which was thousands of miles away, with just a few words, this curator must have a powerful background.
"It's hard to explain in a few sentences. In any case, this is the first time that person used the villainous newspaper to contact me. This means that the curator can't wait until the next Visitation Hall opens. I'll fill you in on the details on the way." Black Crow was anxious.
He wanted nothing more than to rush to the Grassy Continent's Snake Country.
Evil Scholar pondered for a moment. "Snake Country is not to be trifled with. Should we call on Old Poison?"
Black Crow shook his head. "Maybe next time. If Ghost Baby goes, she can suppress Snake Country all by herself."
…
Somewhere in the wilderness.
This place was filled with dead trees and an aura of death filled the air. In the past few decades, this place had been treated as a mass grave by the people nearby. Nameless corpses were usually left here.
After a long time, no grass grew on this piece of land. The trees withered and died, and it was difficult to find traces of beasts.
Madam Ghost Child stood quietly beside a mound of dirt.
She had been standing there for three days and three nights.
Three days ago, she used the method taught by the curator to bring Coffin Man here. She found this place, dug a pit, and severed the symbiosis between Coffin Man and Zombie Cthulhu. Then, she buried Coffin Man and his coffin.
It had been three days now.
Ghost Child trusted the curator's method without a doubt because the curator was her savior.
Suddenly, silhouettes appeared in the distance. There were quite a number of them but they stopped about a hundred meters away.
Ghost Child gave them a sideways glance before returning her attention to the mound in front of her.
A hundred meters away, there were at least twenty people. They were all experts with pet beasts of various colors.
Bounty hunters.
Madam Ghost Child was a wanted criminal by many kingdoms in Southern Continent. Over the years, the bounty on her head had accumulated to an astronomical figure. Although everyone knew Madam Ghost Child wasn't someone to be trifled with, there were still people who didn't believe in her and wanted to kill her to exchange her head for a bounty that they couldn't spend even in several lifetimes.
A day ago, some villagers saw Madam Ghost Child when they came to dump the body. That was how the news spread. These twenty people were all experts with powerful pet beasts. They planned to gang up on Madam Ghost Child with numbers.
The leader of the group stroked his pet beast and said, "Everyone, that's Madam Ghost Child. If we kill her, even if we split the bounty, we won't be able to spend it all in our lifetimes. So this time, we have to give it our all. There's no room for hesitation."
"That's right. Madam Ghost Child's strength lies in the thing she's holding in her arms. Her actual body isn't that strong. We'll create a diversion later. Some of us will hold back the monster in her arms while the others focus on her body. I believe we'll succeed in one fell swoop."
"Alright, but I'll be frank. We have to go all out later. I don't need to tell you how strong Madam Ghost Child is. Although we have the advantage in numbers, a moment of carelessness could cost us our lives. So, use whatever spells you have and take whatever pills you have. All in all, we have to give it our all for this to succeed."
Once these people were ready, they were ready to strike.
At the same time, dark clouds gathered in the sky. Thunder rumbled and soon, rain began to fall, crackling loudly.
"Attack!"
These people split into two groups and pounced on Madam Ghost Child from the front and back.
Rain in Southern Continent usually came and went as it pleased. It was usually a downpour and the sky would clear up after a while.
This time was no different.
The rain stopped.
Madam Ghost Child gently patted her swaddle, her expression unchanged.
However, the twenty or so bounty hunters around her were all wailing on the ground. Most of them were missing arms or legs. It was a pitiful sight.
Most of the bounty hunters didn't even see what happened. Clearly, they had underestimated Madam Ghost Child and overestimated themselves. Some of them searched for their arms while others fainted from the pain.
It was a gruesome scene but Madam Ghost Child didn't kill anyone.
The rainwater mixed with blood formed a stream that flowed towards the lower ground.
"Scram!"
Madam Ghost Child said softly. The missing bounty hunters supported each other and left in a hurry.
There were still quite a number of scrap values scattered on the ground. Madam Ghost Child saw something on the ground. She reached out and grabbed at it. It was a scroll of paper.
Clearly, it was left behind by the group of bounty hunters.
"The villainous newspaper!"
Madam Ghost Child clearly knew about this as well. She also knew that the first villainous newspaper was published by the legendary Dao Lord. It had a history of several hundred years.
She had been waiting here for three days and was bored out of her mind. Hence, she opened it up to take a look.
Halfway through, her pupils constricted when she saw the message signed by the curator.
"Black Crow, Ghost Child, head to Grassy Continent's Snake Country at once. The curator is here!"
After Madam Ghost Child finished reading, she looked down at the mound of soil. Then, she squatted down and patted the mound. "Old Coffin, if you're not dead, come out now. It's urgent!"
The soil began to move.
Clearly, something was trying to crawl out from underneath.
Madam Ghost Child took a few steps back and watched as Coffin Man squeezed through the soil and crawled out.
This time, Coffin Man didn't carry a coffin because he had severed the symbiosis. Perhaps because he had been carrying a coffin for too long, his back was still a little hunched.
However, even though he was hunched over and covered in mud and rain, Coffin Man still looked excited and agitated.
"Ghost Child, your method really worked."
After suffering for decades and living a miserable life, Coffin Man couldn't hide his excitement when he was finally freed from the abyss of suffering.
Madam Ghost Child shook her head. "It wasn't my method. It was the curator's. Also, Old Coffin, you have to accompany me to Grassy Continent."
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