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Chapter 88 - Heroic Ghost

I desperately tried to squeeze to the front, but there were just too many ghosts. Faran was so pushed back that he couldn't even stand steadily.

Because he was on horseback, he could see more clearly. Aiman was fighting against a relatively tall skeleton, holding two animal bones in his hands. Aiman's combat skills were obviously much more advanced than others. Each of his big moves made my heart race with excitement.

Aiman was still so brave. Although his equipment was poor, his own strength was powerful. He quickly defeated that skeleton leader and then killed the small skeleton soldiers as if there were no one around.

The Iron Blood Cavalry Division also rushed to the front. Because he had the complete equipment and powerful skills, he was even more lethal than those 100-level ghosts. He was imposing and like entering a ghostless realm.

Looking at the Iron Blood Cavalry Division and Aiman, I couldn't help thinking a line from the Chu Ci: "Spirit and soul are resolute, making them heroic ghosts."

True heroes, no matter what they encounter, even death, cannot change their heroic spirit. With such a heroic heart, pain and suffering are like a gentle breeze, and the pain of life and death is nothing to worry about!

At this moment, there was a loud bang. The largest skeleton king in the cave exploded under the siege of dozens of experts. The skeleton army was in chaos. Then a loud shout, Aiman stepped onto a stone platform: "I have occupied the respawn point. Everyone, attack!" 

Next, the ghosts began to massacre the skeletons. However, sometimes some ghosts would turn into smoke.

Ghosts cannot be resurrected, but skeletons are infinite. So, if you don't occupy the respawn point, there is no hope of victory. At this time, Aiman was also under the siege of countless skeletons that wanted to reclaim the respawn point. All the priests with skills in the ghosts were casting spells on Aiman, covering his entire body with black light. Under the siege of hundreds of skeletons, he remained unmoved, so imposing.

Finally, the last skeleton was eliminated. The ghosts gathered around Aiman and cheered, and I was deeply moved. Heroes are heroes wherever they are.

With the help of all the experts, they destroyed the respawn point. A tall knight on a bone horse came to Aiman: "This is the 'Bone Axe' that the skeleton king has revealed. It is suitable for you to use. Here you go!" 

Aiman excitedly raised the huge bone axe, raised his head and roared, and the ghosts also cheered.

A mage shouted loudly: "Today, everyone has seen that breaking the prison of death is not so simple. Besides leaving some people to take turns guarding this level, others should go back to level up and read books, build villages, and come back to seize the second level in three days!" 

I followed the ghost group out of the cave. Aiman was now a star, but I couldn't get close to him even after trying several times. However, since I knew he was here, there was no need to worry. There was plenty of time.

The battle to attack the prison of death would still take three days. Although I was worried about Friendship Town and was extremely anxious, I could only wait. Those more than 100-level ghosts still had their original complete equipment. Killing the first level was so difficult. What could I be compared to?

I asked the ghosts around me, the monsters in hell, that they could all drop skill books. Now I still went to fight monsters to see if I could get some. Not only for myself, but also to enhance the abilities of these ghosts and complete this task as soon as possible.

Riding on Flying Yuna for more than two hours, I couldn't see any other ghosts around. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind, and I summoned Little Fat: "What skills do you have, teach me a few." 

Little Fat had become my pet, but his attitude was still the same. He rolled his eyes at me: "If you want to learn my skills, your friendly relationship with me must reach 1000, or your charm must reach 100. This is the setting of Haibian Sister." 

I showed a fierce look: "Your life is now in my hands!" 

Little Fat's face changed: "I died in hell and will be resurrected in the human world three days later." "If I teach you the skills, your game balance will be disrupted, and my sister will immediately wipe out your consciousness!" 

I snorted: "Calling me 'sister' all the time? It's still the same - she'll wipe you out too." 

Little Fat Boy said seriously: "This is the rule. I don't blame her." 

My face suddenly darkened: "Do you know about a guy named Fantasy Divine God recently? According to me, he disrupted the game balance. Why didn't your sister wipe him out!" 

A glimmer of shock flashed in Little Fat Boy's eyes, but it vanished immediately. Suddenly, he smiled at me: "Do you want to learn my skills? It's not impossible. Give me some delicious food, and your friendship level will increase." 

I hummed in response, but thought for a moment: "My cooking skills can't be used anymore." 

Little Fat Boy coughed: "You players' intelligence is really poor. You don't have a precious thing? I can't say anymore. If I do, it won't be a hint but telling you how to complete the quest. That's also a violation." 

I suddenly realized and hurriedly took out the chef pot. Sure enough, the skill displayed on the pot changed to "Enhance Dark Cooking Skill by One Level", and it could be used again! 

I didn't want to look for other monsters anymore. On the spot, I solved the rabbit in my hand. Without making a fire, with this precious pot, I finished a delicious rabbit meal in no time. 

Little Fat Boy asked for his utensils from me. Of course, I wouldn't give them to him. If I did, I wouldn't get them back. Little Fat Boy said angrily: "What's the use of you having that? Outside, you can only sell it for a few silver coins. That's something I used with ease! With feelings!" 

I ignored him and held the knife and fork in my hand, enjoying it myself. 

Little Fat Boy stared at me blankly: "You, you can actually use my utensils!!!" 

He quickly recovered and reached out his chubby hand to snatch the rabbit meat from me. I wouldn't really fight with him. If he didn't get any, how could his friendship level increase? 

After eating, Little Fat Boy still said he was hungry. The ingredients in my bag were all with Yusra. There was no more food, so I went around to find monsters to fight. Of course, Little Fat Boy also helped catch monsters to get food. 

The 12th-level Demon God seemed really not that great. Apart from high HP and MP, his other attributes were only equivalent to those of a player at around 20 levels. But fortunately, his skills were strong. With his "Ingestion Spell", he opened his big mouth and bit off half of the 20-level "Dark Ox", basically a kill in one move. 

I made several more dishes. Little Fat Boy shook his head repeatedly: "The first-level first-class cooking is really bad. Now our friendship level is -154." 

I jumped up: "-154! How could it be negative!" 

Little Fat Boy frowned and said: "You stole my utensils, reducing my friendship by 100. Waking me up from my sleep, reducing my friendship by 50. Hit me with a fireball, reducing my friendship by 10.Inhaling Hell, reducing my friendship by 200. Signed a temporary contract, the system forcibly gives me 200 points of friendship. The few meals you gave me earlier, add 6 to my friendship." 

I fainted: "So you are so vindictive!" 

Little Fat Boy spread his hands: "There's no way. The system is set this way. By the way, I'll remind you kindly. When you command your pet to fight once, your friendship will be reduced by 1 point. Remember this." 

I didn't want to ignore him anymore. I took out a gem. Fortunately, I hadn't shown it to Yusra, so it was still on my body. The light of the gem was much brighter than the rabbit's eyes. 

Although Little Fat Boy lost his pet Gorging, he still had a mount pet "Sea Gastron", which was basically a hippopotamus-shaped creature with a big mouth, two tusks, a fat and strong body, a snow-blue hard skin, and was clearly a super fighter. It made me drool secretly.

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