The ghoul opened the door of the study, and outside the door, there was a cloud of dark light glowing and staring at the study.

A group of zombies emitting foul smell turned around and showed their bloodthirsty faces.

"Wang~" The phosphorus fire in the eyes of the ghoul is not inferior to that group of zombies, and it is even more fierce.

Everyone is comparing the backstage, and the ghoul is sure that the backstage behind him is definitely stronger than the group of zombies on the opposite side. For nothing else, you can see from the book "The Book of the Dead". The terrifying gaze surrounding him is comparable to the crazy poet Abdullah Alhassad back then.

Robert pushed Wu Mingkong out, and there was a bracket directly above the wheelchair, with "The Book of the Dead" on his head, which showed a kind of hemiplegic but striving for strength.

"Good guy, these housekeepers and maids are all like this. Who will clean up then? Robert, you shouldn't be able to clean up such a big manor alone." Wu Mingkong didn't care why those people turned into zombies. He was concerned about who would make breakfast tomorrow and who would clean up the house.

"Young master, I definitely can't clean it up. After all, your manor is so big, please forgive me for being helpless." Robert said that he had no choice. He was the butler. It was already very good to help you build the walls. He also cleaned the manor for you, thinking about it.

Wu Mingkong expressed his depression: "What should we do with breakfast tomorrow? He also said that I would stay for seven days. This first day will become a zombie. I will not starve to death for the remaining six days."

"Why go underground and see the culprit behind the scenes. Maybe you can find a solution." Robert's tone was very seductive.

"Dog, do you hear that? Hurry up and start. We are going to do business underground. Do you know how to get there?" Wu Mingkong felt that the housekeeper was really competent. Except for one person who could not do the entire manor and did not give him good things, he could be said to be very satisfied.

What? He is one of the incarnations of Nayatolatip?

Wu Mingkong doesn’t care. Isn’t it just a troublemaker? If he doesn’t cause trouble, can Wu Mingkong not cause trouble?

Wouldn’t it be a double happiness to have two people doing things together?

The ghoul grinned and barked a baby-like bark, riding giant bats in the corridor towards the group of zombies blocking the road.

With a sweeping claw, the butler's head was caught by the ghoul in a dive position, rolling on the ground continuously.

"Actually, your ex is pretty good. In addition to the fact that he wants to train me for aristocratic etiquette, I bet with him before dinner that I could learn to count me as a loser, but in the blink of an eye, things changed." Looking at the head of the butler who had turned into a zombie by Wu Mingkong's wheelchair, there was a hint of sigh and memories in his tone, as if he was an old friend.

Then, the zombie's head suddenly jumped up and nibbled on the footboard on the wheelchair. To be honest, if Wu Mingkong hadn't put enough feet inside, he would have just whispered like this, Wu Mingkong felt that his feet would be gone.

"How deeply you have to be obsessed with this noble etiquette? Isn't it just a moment? You won't even be scattered when you die, come and bite me."

"Young Master, the zombie will not die if it is broken, unless it burns his head." Robert reminded warmly.

"Then you move it for him. I think he doesn't seem to bite him firmly. If he gets sore over time, his head will be out of trouble." Wu Mingkong felt that his wheelchair was too plain, and he happened to have a zombie head, so he would decorate it.

Robert didn't say anything, and squatted down and satisfied Wu Mingkong's idea, as if he was using magic.

Seeing his withered head wailing at his feet, Wu Mingkong didn't know what Robert's hobby was. He actually prefers plump people. Such ordinary things are not in line with his aesthetic view. Even if it is a zombie, he has a fleshy feeling.

The ghoul casually twisted off the head of the last zombie maid, pulled a large string of heads and flew back with a giant bat, which was still struggling in the ghoul's hands.

When he came to Wu Mingkong, he also gave Wu Mingkong the large string of heads that were still moving to Wu Mingkong with a treasure-giving action.

"Do it, Robert, you can't expect me to do it yourself. Although I don't like your aesthetics very much, this wheelchair is really too simple." Wu Mingkong couldn't help but say.

Robert smiled softly: "Master, you should learn more about art and cultivate artistic cells. Every master of mine is a knowledgeable and talented noble gentleman. You are a little embarrassed."

"I am full of bacteria. How about people, how do you have a relationship with the source of uncleanness? I think..." Wu Mingkong began to talk again.

But before he finished speaking, Robert had inlaid the last zombie's head at the speed of light and stood up and said, "Sorry, Master, I'm not familiar with Him, so I can't recommend it."

Wu Mingkong was a little regretful. Robert's speed was too fast. The speed of light was not a metaphor, but a real speed.

"That's a pity."

"But you can summon yourself and try it out, after all, you've learned it."

Wu Mingkong, who was pushed away by Robert, said a little lazy: "Since you are not familiar with each other, I really want to summon it, I'm afraid you will fight."

Even if Wu Mingkong really wants to summon the unclean source, he will not summon the unclean source, but will summon them all out to have fun together.

Anyway, for the world, the consequences of summoning one and summoning all are the same. Why did Wu Mingkong summon only one? He summon all of them to summon? This is how satisfying it.

Of course, now he doesn't summon it. He just entered the game and the novice dungeon played people like this. Maybe he would even block your account by then, and then Wu Mingkong's 99,000 will be in vain.

Robert did not refute Wu Mingkong's words, but pushed Wu Mingkong towards the center of the manor. The ghoul rode a giant bat and followed silently. He actually didn't dare to get close to Wu Mingkong and Robert.

The reason why he dared not get close to Robert was due to indescribable suppression, but Wu Mingkong was different. In the eyes of the ghoul, Wu Mingkong was a bomb that could explode at any time. If it weren't for Robert's gift to Wu Mingkong, he would have turned around and ran away long ago, so how dare he stay here?

Don’t think that ghouls are mythical creatures and don’t be afraid of death. They still have to die when they deserve it.

There is a huge stone sculpture in the center of the manor, which doesn’t seem to have many rules, but if you look carefully, you can see that Ali is like a plump woman, just very abstract.

Wu Mingkong didn't see it, but the ghoul saw it. He didn't dare to say anything, so there must be something wrong with his head.

As for Robert, he must know the consequences, but he didn't say it.

The stone sculpture suddenly opened a door when they approached, and Wu Mingkong could not tell what the principle was.

"By the way, in our serious scientific world, can you explain how this door was opened?" Wu Mingkong felt that it was like teasing him. It didn't look like an automatic door. If it really was an automatic door, he opened it himself when he came here today, and he could still wait until now.

"The principle is quite troublesome, probably this and this, and then that." Robert explained to Wu Mingkong what the principle is.

Then Wu Mingkong suddenly realized... It was strange that he didn't say what the principle was. It was just like this, that, that, who knew what it was like?

"Okay, the one below is a spiral staircase. How do you plan to push me down? Isn't it just loosening your hands, it all depends on nuclear power?" Wu Mingkong looked at the deep staircase inside the door, which was still spiral. He was not sure if he could put his hands on it, but he could be sure that he would not lose any bumps.

"Young Master, have you ever heard of nitrogen acceleration?" Robert's words were quite avant-garde, and he seemed not afraid that Wu Mingkong would not understand at all.

Of course, Wu Mingkong has heard of it. He also likes to drift and turn, but if this is a straight staircase, the acceleration will be accelerated. Wu Mingkong doesn't care, but this spiral staircase accelerates nitrogen, so he must not drift and turn throughout the whole process.

"How is your drifting skill?" Wu Mingkong asked.

"Don't worry, I am very experienced. My former master once asked me to be his driver. I drifted all the way through the corner and took him to Enceladus. During this period, the car was not bumpy at all, and it was very quiet." Robert straightened his chest and revealed his astonishing confidence.

Wu Mingkong thought about it and felt that the death steward shouldn't have thought about replacing people so early.

"As long, then you can hurry up, let's land early, and go and see what's causing you to clean up the entire manor alone." Wu Mingkong immediately confirmed that there was no problem.

"Then you're ready to sit down, Master, the Butler officially sets off."

As soon as Robert finished speaking, Wu Mingkong and him disappeared in front of the ghoul and his giant bat.

And from the spiral stairway, there was an astonishing whistle, which was the sound of objects constantly erupting in a closed environment due to the high speed of moving objects.

The ghoul seemed to feel a sound bursting from the stairs passage. The air waves made the phosphorus fire in his eyes sway, as if it might be blown away at any time. Even the giant bat dared to fly in the air, and instead landed on the ground, hooking the floor with his claws tightly to prevent himself from being blown away by the air waves that erupted from the passage.

The sound boom mixed with the wind roar continued for nearly a minute before it stopped. In just a minute, the facilities of the entire manor were blown away, and even the ghouls felt that they could not bear it.

I was worried from time to time, and I didn’t know if the person was dead. With this speed, the ghoul didn’t believe that the other party could survive.

In fact, the worries about ghouls are redundant. Wu Mingkong is not only alive, but also has nothing to do, but is also worried about ghouls.

"Why haven't the dog come down yet? Who will do chores when he is gone?"

"Don't worry, young master, he's coming down right away." Robert comforted Wu Mingkong, he didn't want to do any tricks.

The ghoul who was thinking about whether to run away was suddenly sucked into the stairs passage by a powerful suction force, without any resistance.

The giant bat was also confused, mainly because when the ghoul was sucked away just now, he subconsciously found something to grab it, and pulled off a large piece of hair from his neck. It was so painful that it didn't react now.

Of course, it would be better if I didn't react. Another suction force came from the stairs passage, sucking it down together.

Soon, the ghoul wanted to fall in front of Wu Mingkong, and then the giant bat also came down and hit the ghoul. After being a mount for so long, the giant bat rarely turned over and became the master.

At the bottom is a cave that connects the ocean behind the manor, and here it lives on this ghost ship, which looks like a brig sailboat with a rotten 18th-century hull. Many large holes were cracked in the hull, and rotten wooden boards stretched out randomly from both sides of the ship's side.

A few ropes and broken sails were dragged on the broken foremast, and the deck was fragmented, and the glowing yellow-green plant-like substances and heavy vine-like substances grew into uneven sticky films on the ship.

"Ghost Ship Goddess, why did the Mother of Stars get stuck here?" Wu Mingkong recognized what this ghost ship was at a glance.

This is the juvenile body of an outer god, named Mother of the Stars, because the body is a large yellow-green stone, about the size of a baby, and its appearance reminds people of a plump and faceless female image.

Moreover, dozens of ropes with pen tips shaped like tree roots extended from His body, which is said to be parasitized on a hull, probably the ship in front of Wu Mingkong.

"He came here by accident and was captured by Aristotle Andrew and was unable to leave in the end." Robert explained briefly.

"I know He came here because of an accident, but who is this Aristotle Andrew?" Wu Mingkong knew about it, but he didn't remember this Aristotle Andrew at all. He was not the original body, so how could he know so many things?

"Aristotle Andrew is your distant uncle, the one who left this manor to you."

"As soon as you say that, I understand. By the way, how should we go up there?" Aristotle Andrew collected so many cruel people in his study who could cause disaster by throwing them out.

Although this ghost ship is in a mess, it is also an external god. Even if it is a young body, it is not something that Wu Mingkong, a newbie in the alien paradise game, can fight against.

"It's coming up." As soon as Wu Mingkong finished speaking, Robert teleported himself, along with the ghoul and the giant bat.

"Well, you respect the background of the times. It's not good to teleport so casually."

Robert pushed Wu Mingkong and walked towards the inside of the cabin. The ship was covered with sticky, sick yellow-green growths, like some kind of vicious parasitic plant, and there were also twisted corpses lying on the floor. There were also things similar to the roots of the plants rooted in these corpses and sucking, but the corpses were already shriveled, probably because they had been sucked dry for too long.

When Wu Mingkong and his group arrived, a thick layer of fog spread on the ship, and the corpses that were so shriveled that they were scrambling straight up. They were originally zombie crew members, controlled by the Mother of Stars.

Looking at the zombie crew member surrounding him, Wu Mingkong suddenly asked, "Are you familiar with the Mother of Stars?"

"Master, I'm not familiar with Him."

"Then do you pay attention to traditions such as respecting the elderly and loving the young?"

"What do you think, Master."

"I think I should be able to install another Mother of Stars in this wheelchair."

"Young Master, you really like to joke, but this idea is good."

"Yes, He can parasitize the ghost ship, and it should also parasitize the wheelchair. It's your junior. It's more reassuring to be with us. The child is still young, so he drives out to wander around the ghost ship and is caught by a bad person. What should I do if I accidentally get caught by a bad person? Look at how the zombies are shriveled and suck them. Don't starve the child. You elders should take care of them for a few more times."

Wu Mingkong's words were reasonable and well-founded, and he really came to Robert's heart.

"My mistake, you are right, your mistake."
To be continued...