Soon the wind stilled, the clouds turned ink-black, and the autumn sky sank into murky dusk.
Night was approaching beneath the dim sky. Chen Feng and his companions crouched beside the road at the village entrance, seemingly waiting for someone.
The Yearning Ghost made impatient popping noises. "Can't we just go straight to the cute little boy?"
"You can't have piping-hot pretty boys in a hurry, sis!"
Chen Feng knew the Yearning Ghost was impatient, but she needed to hold her horses. After all, they didn't know the Starvation Ghost's killing rule. If they lost a three-on-one fight and got killed instead, wouldn't that be embarrassing?
The Elbow-Strike Specter protested, "Brother Feng, I think the Starvation Ghost can't out-elbow me. Do you believe me?"
The Joke Specter answered halfheartedly, "Sure, sure, sure. But there's no harm in finding some cannon fodder to test the killing rule for us, right?"
Exactly.
Chen Feng and the others were waiting for elites from various universes.
Before that, though, they needed to change their appearances so the elites wouldn't mistake them for bosses and attack them.
The Joke Specter turned into a burly man with a booming voice.
Chen Feng said, "Your mouth's so big, let's call you Big Mouth."
The Elbow-Strike Specter turned into a dark-skinned jock.
Chen Feng said, "Since you specialize in elbow strikes, let's call you Big Strike... Da Zhou!"
Last came Xiao Si. She didn't need to change much; she only needed to shorten herself to two meters tall.
Thick fog rolled in, and the streetlights flickered.
Once the three ghosts finished transforming, the first batch of elites appeared.
Two yellowish headlights suddenly emerged from the haze, followed by a rust-covered bus.
Chen Feng looked toward the front of the bus. Just as he'd expected, the driver's seat was