At the same time.
After the Fatty finished his call with the Tailor, Zhang Wei and Li Junfei returned to the dormitory and watched the match with the Fatty.
Zhang Wei put on his headset:
"Brother Fatty, sorry for the wait, we're here."
The Fatty, in a good mood, replied:
"Brother Wei, 50 minutes, I've been waiting for you for a full 50 minutes. Do you know how I spent these 50 minutes?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Zhang Wei immediately retorted:
"Playing 'Tampering with Blue Moon' by Zha Zha Hui."
"Damn, you got that joke. I stopped playing Tampering with Blue Moon long ago, it's a scam game, damn it. I even paid for a double monthly card."
The Fatty grumbled:
"With that money, I might as well buy figures. Oh right, they're releasing figures for 'My Dress-Up Darling' recently. Brother Wei, are you interested in buying together? I saw a group purchase price there, let's get one."
"Still buying? Brother Fatty, since I've known you, you've bought at least fifty figures, and that's excluding other merchandise," Li Junfei chimed in.
Before the Fatty could reply, Zhang Wei added:
"So, the saying is true, a figure wall for a shut-in can buy a villa."
To this.
The Fatty chuckled:
"You might not believe it, but I actually borrowed money from my friend to buy figures."
"Really? Brother Fatty, does your friend still need friends? Brother Wei and I are very willing to be friends, the kind who don't pay back loans," Li Junfei joked.
The Fatty paused for a moment, thinking of Zhang Wei's relationship with the Tailor, he smiled inwardly and said:
"My friend is shy."
"It's okay, I'm a social butterfly. Even if your friend is shy, I can get along with them. Even my enemies, I can talk them into becoming friends," Zhang Wei casually replied.
The Fatty was taken aback again, then a wry smile curved his lips, and he murmured:
"Indeed, Brother Wei, you're quite the talker."
"By the way, is your friend male or female?" Li Junfei asked at this moment.
As the words left his mouth.
The next second, the Fatty's slow voice came through the headset:
"My friend... is female, and she's a little loli now."
...
On the other side.
In a building in a night market in the Northeast.
At this moment.
The Tailor stood by the window, gazing at the bustling night market outside.
After her call with the Fatty, she did not leave, choosing to remain here. It wasn't just because the Fatty's words had stirred up memories, but also because she was waiting. She wasn't like the Fatty, who liked to stand by windows or on rooftops to project a villainous aura.
Not long after.
As if sensing something, the Tailor glanced sideways behind her.
The room she was in was dim, with no lights on. The corner behind her was dark and gloomy, like a passage to darkness. If one stared intently into the dim corner, there was always a feeling that a ghostly hand might reach out at any moment.
The moment she glanced sideways.
A wisp of terrifying Yin energy seeped out from the dim corner, and a terrifying figure emerged. 138 Reading Network.
This was a fierce ghost that had just been promoted to Ghost King. It was holding an arm in its hand. Upon closer inspection, the arm was dripping with blood, and in its hand, it clutched a peach wood sword, clearly indicating that the owner of the arm was a ghost exorcist.
"Greetings, Tailor."
The Ghost King bowed slightly towards the Tailor, its eyes showing undisguised reverence.
Although it had been promoted to Ghost King and its strength was considerable, it dared not act presumptuously in front of the Tailor. It had lost its Ghost King's dignity, exhibiting a subservient respect.
"Were you tracked by a ghost exorcist?"
The Tailor paid no mind to its reverence, her loli-like eyes indifferently glancing at the arm it held.
The Ghost King nodded gently:
"Yes, but please don't worry, Tailor. I have already dealt with that ghost exorcist, and my movements have not been noticed by the Northeast Wei Dao Division. At most, they will only know that a ghost has recently been promoted to Ghost King."
The Tailor nodded slightly, looking at the Ghost King before her, and slowly spoke:
"You wish to join the Senluo Division?"
In her words.
The Tailor recalled an event from not long ago. She was the mastermind behind this major incident in the Northeast. Recently, as usual, she had been inciting ghosts to cause trouble in the Northeast to attract the attention of the Wei Dao Division, preventing them from discovering the true purpose of the Senluo Division's presence in the Northeast.
And in this incitement of ghosts to cause trouble, one ghost, through continuous acts of mischief, killing people, killing ghost exorcists, and even devouring other ghosts, had grown from a red-clothed fierce ghost into a Ghost King.
The Ghost King before her was precisely that red-clothed fierce ghost that had grown into a Ghost King.
Furthermore.
After becoming a Ghost King, it had proactively contacted the Tailor, expressing its desire to join the Senluo Division.
In the past, if a ghost wanted to join the Senluo Division, the Tailor would have ignored it. After all, many ghosts desired to join the powerful Senluo Division. However, her purpose in the Northeast this time was not to recruit ghosts, and she did not intend to disrupt her plans for the sake of recruitment.
But a Ghost King was an exception.
One had to understand that Ghost Kings, regardless of where they were, were terrifying existences that commanded attention.
There was no ghost exorcist or monster organization that would not welcome a Ghost King-level existence to join their ranks.
This was precisely why the Tailor was present here.
"Yes."
In response to the Tailor's question, the Ghost King nodded.
"Reason," the Tailor looked at the Ghost King.
"The Senluo Division is very powerful. You have turned the Northeast upside down, making the Wei Dao Division troublesome. I have killed too many ghost exorcists and ghosts, so the Wei Dao Division will eventually target me. I need a backer to allow me to continue to grow stronger."
The Ghost King dropped the ghost exorcist's arm it held on the ground, stating indifferently:
"This is the arm of a Qilin Guard from the Wei Dao Division. In fact, I deliberately allowed myself to be lured. You know my purpose, Tailor. This is my pledge of allegiance."
"I know the Senluo Division is powerful, and even if I become a Ghost King, I might not be able to join just like that. Therefore, this arm is my pledge of allegiance, proving that I have the qualifications to join you."
As a ghost.
And a ghost incited by the Senluo Division to cause trouble in the Northeast, how could it not know about the Senluo Division? Especially after growing into a Ghost King, it understood the terrifying nature of the Senluo Division even more, having learned much about it.
The Senluo Division was the only wanted organization that could contend with the Wei Dao Division to this day, and it had not been annihilated in several encirclements by the Wei Dao Division.
This fact alone was enough to prove the terrifying power of the Senluo Division.
Glancing at the Qilin Guard's arm on the ground.
The Tailor slowly raised her head:
"Not enough."
Although it was only said twice, its meaning was clear: this Qilin Guard's arm alone was not enough to qualify for joining the Senluo Division.
In response.
The Ghost King seemed to have expected this and did not get angry. Instead, it grinned and raised one ghostly finger:
"I know it's not enough, so besides this pledge of allegiance, I also plan to prepare another one."
It paused.
And then slowly said:
"If I were to kill Lu Lianfeng, one of the heirs of Longhu Mountain and the future young master of the Xiangxi Corpse Driving Sect, and hang his head at the entrance of the Wei Dao Division's headquarters, would I then have the qualifications to join the Senluo Division?"