Spirit Master

"No, don't come after me, please help me."

The headache-inducing cry for help attracted more ghost-type elves lurking in the forest. Several little dream monsters devoured the scattered fear energy with great joy.

"Ahhhhhhhh help"

The young man's yelling finally disturbed the boss while he was resting, seriously affecting his sleep quality.

"Scoff. You're still not a trainer. A few brats can scare you like this." A scoff came from the tree, startling the young trainer and making the fear rise to the next level.

However, although the voice of the inexplicable creature frightened him, it also reminded him that Fang Chen was a trainer after all, even though he was a trainer with only one Rattata.

But even so, he still has the basic qualities of a trainer.

How could he be afraid of ghosts? Let alone a group of unevolved dream demon ghosts, he was not afraid even if the dream demons and Gengar came.

One word is reckless

"Come out, Rattata"

A little purple mouse appeared in the forest, with big ears, red triangular eyes, long beards growing on both sides of its mouth, and big fangs that were said to be able to bite through anything.

"Use shock"

Ratchet used an impact, but it missed.

"Bah"

The howls of the dream monsters had a remarkable effect, and Ratat's legs weakened and he staggered.

"Ratada, bite." Fang Chen tried his best to stay calm and directed the Rattata to fight.

But unfortunately, the bite was in vain.

The dream demons howled again, and the sounds echoed one after another in the dark forest. One after another, with mental attacks that even they themselves were not aware of, Ratat completely lost its ability to fight.

After all, I learned to bite specifically for the purpose of coming to Youyue Forest. I originally planned to just join in the fun and wander around the outside of the forest, but somehow I got lost and ended up in the inner circle.

I don’t know if I will refund the tuition if I leave all my knowledge to the teacher.

Taking back the Ratada, Fang Chen took a deep breath, as if he was preparing to explode.

Forget it, just wait for death. Fang Chen closed his eyes and resigned to his fate.

"What a shame, why don't today's young people even resist?" An ordinary human and a group of ghost-type elves competed against Yumo in real life without realizing how hard he was.

"Forget it, let's help. Although I can't die, being frightened and fainting in the forest is troublesome enough. I don't want Lao Fang to check the water meter." You Mo muttered, as a dog who has been dead for who knows how many years The old ghost has traveled to the elf world for more than a thousand years. He has long been accustomed to the magic of the world, but it is obvious that the young man in front of him has not.

Fang Chen tried hard to close his eyes, his eyelids almost sunk into his eyes, and he didn't dare to move. He tried his best to pretend to be a dead person, but his eyelashes still trembled against his wishes.

"Stop it all." You Mo sighed and said to the dream monsters.

The dream monsters were like primary school students who came home late after school. They immediately did not dare to laugh. They all stood upright, lined up in neat steps, and fled silently.

"Hey wake up, wake up, wake up, I'm telling you, don't try to touch porcelain. You can't succeed with me." You Mo said to himself as he helped Fang Chen up. He seemed to have a bad temper.

Fang Chen opened his eyes fiercely and said, "It's not a dream."

"Well, it's not a dream. You should get up first." You Mo's temper is good and bad, but it's not accurate to say that. After all, he has a good temper most of the time. The good and bad temper is just the result of being a bored human ghost. Just to entertain myself.

You Mo stared at Fang Chen silently.

Don't be scared to death.

It's okay if you're still angry.

What should I do if I’m scared to death?

Uh, let's make it cold and give it to the old man Geng Gui.

The poor trainer was abandoned under the boss's thoughts.

Fang Chen woke up and asked tentatively: "Is your name You Mo?"

Well, when did this kid wake up?

With such doubts, the boss finally looked squarely at the young man in front of him.

Before I looked too closely, I didn't realize that the young man in front of me was so similar to my old friend Fang Jingyu.

Couldn't he be Lao Fang's grandson?

That would be a sin.

As a stylish ghost, You Mo didn't want to compete with the seventy-year-old Uncle Fang in real life, nor did he want to have a good conversation with the elves of the Fang family.

Just for a moment, he even thought about how to hide after the Fang family's gatekeeper elf made a move.

After some brainstorming, You Mo asked Fang Chen: "How do you know?"

Fang Chen: "It's like this, Senior You, I am the grandson of Mr. Fang, and Fang Jingyu is my grandfather. My grandfather is approaching the end of his life, so our generation and my parents' generation are all outside the Youyue Forest. When you call someone, you shout the word You Mo."

Fang Jingyu’s life is approaching

You Mo was silent. Although his acquaintance with Fang Jingyu was an accident, after so many years of getting along, they regarded each other as life and death friends.

In fact, after calming down and thinking about it, Mr. Fang has not yet reached the average age of death in the elf world, but after all, he suffered internal injuries in his early years. It is not impossible to die at this age.

After traveling to the elf world for so many years, although most of them were asleep, they also wandered around for a long time. They were already used to seeing separation between life and death, so they shouldn't have such a big reaction.

Still not used to it?

Fang Chen noticed the solemn atmosphere and did not dare to speak out.

At this moment, You Mo suddenly lifted up Fang Chen's back collar and rushed out of the forest, flying straight towards Fang's house.

Gusts of cold wind blew by, making the leaves rustle.