All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

"Emissary, can you teach me how to raise a Gu King? I will kowtow to you!"

"And me, and me, I want the Gu King too!"

"I don't want the Gu King, I want a wife, is that ok?"

"Emissary! I don't want the Gu King, I don't want a wife, I want to get rich quickly!!"

"I also want!"

Ning Zhi, "..." He was treating him like a turtle in a wishing well.

Everyone knelt in a circle around Ning Zhi, and no one paid any attention to the great elder who was lying on the ground and unable to get up.

Ning Zhi met his resentful eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Isn't it the power of the witch god? He is a god, so it is natural for him to use divine power at will.

"If you want the Gu King, wait until tomorrow. If you want a wife, wait a few years. If you want to get rich quickly, go to sleep. You can have anything in your dreams. I'm a little tired now. You all can go away and let me rest."

Everyone nodded quickly and turned to leave, but Ning Zhi stopped them again, "Throw that disrespectful old man on the ground, the farther the better."

Without any hesitation, everyone dragged the Great Elder's legs out of the mourning hall.

He did not take the curse against the Great Elder to heart.

He is the messenger of the God of Witches. Not only can he bring the dead back to life, he also possesses the power of the God of Witches. In comparison, the Great Elder is nothing but a mortal.

The mourning hall finally became quiet again. Ning Zhi was about to take his arm away from the young man when he heard that sudden voice again.

[Idiot, if it were me I would just kill that old guy]

Ning Zhi withdrew his hand, looked at the young man in front of him, and asked warily: "Did you just speak?"

The boy seemed frightened by his voice and stammered, "No...no."

Could it be that he was hallucinating?

Ning Zhi rubbed his eyebrows, thinking that he might have been affected by staying with the ghost for too long.

He paused before asking, "What's your name?"

The boy's eyes were misty, and he looked timid, even his voice was very small, "Mu Sheng."

Ning Zhi's pupils shrank suddenly, "What's your name?"

"Mu Sheng."

At the same time, the voice sounded again.

[Idiot, you can't even hear clearly, how can you be the messenger of the witch god? Is the witch god also an idiot?]

Ning Zhi, "..."

Damn, in just one minute, I was called an idiot twice.

Anger dispelled his shock, and even the name Mu Sheng could not save his violent emotions.

He was now certain that the voice came from the pitiful, rabbit-like boy in front of him.

Apparently, it should be the voice of the heart.

[Why is this idiot staring at me? Does he like my face? As expected, idiots are idiots. They can be fooled by any appearance. This is good. It saves trouble and effort.]

Ning Zhi, "..."

This is the fifth time you've been stupid.

No matter what, he is going to beat that brat up today no matter what!

[Why is he raising his hand? He is not going to hit me, just because I said my name. What's wrong with my name? Who did I offend? Or does this idiot know someone with the same name as me? The people this idiot knows must also be idiots. What a pair of idiots! ]

Ning Zhi was speechless and slowly lowered his raised hand.

Never mind. He couldn’t hit this guy with such a face.

It’s better to leave here quickly. After all, that pervert might still be hiding here.

As he took a step forward, the tassel on his wrist was grabbed by someone, who pulled him back with considerable force.

When she turned around, she met the boy's misty eyes.

"Can you take me with you?"

Ning Zhi looked at that face and his heart softened for a moment.

He hasn't found the kid from this dimension yet. This young man has so many coincidences that he might be the one. Otherwise, just take him with him first.

[What is this idiot hesitating about? If it wasn’t for his blood, who would be willing to follow him? Thirty seconds have passed, why hasn’t he spoken yet? Is my acting not convincing enough?]

Ning Zhi was about to speak when he was choked by this series of inner thoughts. He shook off the boy's hand, turned around and left.

[He's gone, he's gone! Didn't he see my tears falling? Is his heart made of stone? Give him three seconds. If he doesn't come back and take me away, I'll go back to sleep in my coffin and continue to be a ghost! ]

Be a ghost?

Ning Zhi turned around abruptly and looked at the young man behind him whose tears were falling.