The dreammaker suddenly took a few steps back, his eyes staring at the person who suddenly appeared behind Ye Jia, and the face of Zhang Siwen became ferocious: "Ji Xuan..."

Ye Jia turned his head and saw Ji Xuan slowly walking forward.

His eyebrows were deep, and he looked particularly oppressive when his face was expressionless, and he felt a sense of coldness that oozed out of his bones.

A pair of scarlet eyes narrowed casually and looked down at the other person with a condescending pupils, and the expression under his eyes seemed indifferent and contempt.

But only Ye Jia knows... This is because Ji Xuan is still in the weak stage now!

His heart tightened.

Although Ji Xuan's strength will not be too weak even in the weak period. However, as an old player who has been dealing with ghosts for many years, Ye Jia is very clear that the laws among ghosts have a kind of cruelty that is particularly similar to those in nature, survival of the fittest and the strong prey on the weak.

Usually, evil ghosts will not do anything when they are intimidated by the pressure of the Ghost King, but once they find that their leader is weak, they will inevitably have different intentions and even attack them in groups - especially when Ji Xuan is now clearly in opposition to his mother, many evil ghosts are actually waiting and watching in the dark.

The reason why there has not been too much trouble in the world now has to be said that a large part of the reason is that the evil spirits are concerned about this king with an ambiguous position.

This is why Ye Jia refused to let Ji Xuan come to F Market.

Once this advantage is lost, the possible chain reaction may be uncontrollable.

Not far away, the dreammaker quickly adjusted his somewhat out of control facial expression and returned to his calm and composed appearance.

He tidied up his sleeves, slapped off the dust that did not exist on high-end fabrics, looked at Ye Jia, and smiled and said, "It seems that you really want to come and smash the situation."

"But I'm not completely unprepared." The dreammaker pulled open his chair and sat down slowly: "Look, my mother has warned us long ago that we will meet sooner or later after you have caught the spouse master."

He raised his hand and touched the button on the desktop.

The next second, projected screens slowly floated on the entire wall next to it, and the three other players who entered with Ye Jia - Chen Qingye, Wei Yuechu, and blast.

The scenes behind the three of them are different, but they are all stared at by something in the dark.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes and stared at him expressionlessly.

The dreammaker said, "The three of them are in my building, are they?"

Ye Jia's expression was slightly deeper, and he stared at the other party with a steady state.

"Of course... I believe your companions are not weak, and I don't have the confidence to catch them all in one place." The dreammaker supported his chin thoughtfully and said slowly: "So... I have prepared this just in case."

He touched the screen again.

The projection of the wall not far away changed instantly, turning into small squares the size of tofu blocks. Each square was a person's face. Ye Jia recognized the employees he had seen downstairs, but more faces were extremely strange.

The smile on the dreammaker's face deepened: "There are more than 200 employees in my company, and there are thousands of ordinary people who have done normal transactions with me. Each of them has signed contracts with me - labor contracts, investment contracts, etc...."

He stroked his cheek with his fingertips: "Of course, they did not guarantee their souls, but as long as it was a contract, they would be able to do anything, right?"

The dreammaker smiled and said, "If something happens to me, not only your companions will be attacked, but all these ordinary people who just want to live well... will die."

A sly expression appeared on his face: "I am a ghost, I have never had the so-called bottom line or human nature, but the question is, do you have it? Can you let these innocent people die?"

The dream maker leaned forward and narrowed his eyes slightly, "You never thought you were a cold person, right?"

Ye Jia's expression did not change, and he looked back at him coldly.

"No, no, no..." The dreammaker leaned back on the back of the chair, reached out to grab the pen on the table, and turned casually: "I have made a deal with you, and I'm even one step away from touching your soul. My brothers and sisters have prepared a lot to welcome your arrival, but only I know, none of these are needed."

"If a businessman wants to make money, he must understand the weaknesses of human beings. Only in this way can we be invincible in the market." A vicious light flashed in his eyes, and the smile on his face never changed: "As long as you have weaknesses, no matter how strong you are, you will be as weak as an ant in me."

The dreammaker said contemptuously: "Even you, ace."

Ji Xuan's eyebrows and eyes were slightly dark, as if he wanted to go forward.

But Ye Jia raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.

Ji Xuan lowered his eyes, his eyes swept across Ye Jia's body, and he stopped obediently.

The dream maker played with the pen tip in his hand and said, "Since you have nothing to do with me... please leave?"

He had a gentle face and smiled: "I believe you don't need to call me a security guard, right?"

Ye Jia's thoughts moved slightly.

Now that the other party has already shown up with him, the thousands of hostages are not a problem that he can never think about. In addition, Ji Xuan is not in his prime, and going to war in this situation is harmful and not profitable. It is better to leave for the time being and make plans after thinking of a solution.

He calmly smiled at the dreammaker: "Of course, there is no need..."

Ye Jia held the man's slender and cold wrist with his fingers, and pulled him and turned around and walked outward.

However, before taking a few steps, the lazy voice of the dreammaker came from behind: "I didn't expect that the dear ghost king had become a dog called by ordinary humans. It's so embarrassing, isn't it?"

Ye Jia's steps were closed, and his eyebrows and eyes became colder as the other party said.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

The smile on the dreammaker's face was a bit malicious: "I don't know if my mother would feel sad when she saw her descendants of her own line waving her tail to beg for mercy at humans."

Yejia's voice was still calm, with a little indifferent indifference: "I also want to know, what is her mood when she saw her descendants cut off her head by an ordinary human being, and she has not even recovered until now, so she only dares to play tricks and not face the weak human being - what is her mood?"

The dream creator's face changed slightly.

Ye Jia picked her lips slightly, but there was no smile in the depths of her light-colored eyes. The extremely oppressive aura spread out without any scruples: "I believe she won't feel sad... After all, how can ordinary ghosts and direct descendants compare?"

The jealous mockery of the dream creator was returned to the original flavor.

His face was gloomy and uncontrollably, and his twisted face was covered with vicious expressions. When he stood up, his scarlet tongue twisted in his mouth, his long nails were deeply clenched into the hard wooden tabletop, making a sharp squeak, as if he would rush over and twist his throat in the next second.

Yejia looked at him calmly.

And in his hand, a huge phantom of the sickle suddenly appeared, the cold and cold light flashed in the sun, and the sharp blade made the entire office look cramped.

The dream maker's movements were paused.

His eyes fell on the sickle in Yejia's hand, his expression was slightly stiff, and he seemed to think of some unpleasant memories.

"It's a pity that my blade forgot what you taste..."

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes, gently brushed his pale fingertips across the blade, and said slowly: "But don't worry, it will sooner or later."

The dreammaker stared at the young man in front of him with his eyes that seemed to be able to chew him and swallow him up, but the other party smiled casually at him, and then pulled the tall man beside him and walked out.

The door closed heavily behind him, making a dull echo in the long corridor.

Ye Jia opened his face calmly, grabbed Ji Xuan's arm, and pulled him forward quickly.

Ji Xuan said nothing, just lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the fingers held by the other person on his wrist, and the expression on his face was a little happy.

Halfway through, Ye Jia stopped suddenly and turned his head to look at the man behind him.

Ji Xuan hurriedly stopped and looked at him with an innocent look on his face.

Ye Jia took a deep breath: "Next time, don't follow me."

He sounded a little bit gritted.

Ji Xuan knew there was something wrong, so he nodded obediently.

Yejiasong let go of his hand: "Go back..."

Ji Xuan looked at the position on his wrist with a pity. The temperature of the young man's fingertips seemed to be still remaining on it. However, he didn't want to anger Ye Jia, who was approaching the edge of the outbreak, so he nodded very consciously and said, "Okay..."

His voice fell.

But... Yejia still saw the other party standing in front of him, looking back at him innocently.

Yejia: "What's wrong?"

Ji Xuan paused and said in a very low voice: "I can't get out..."

Yejia: “…”

He asked, "Why?"

Ji Xuan: "The ghost creature cannot be pulled out here."

He paused and explained, "I can follow in because I left a mark on you."

So that's why dream makers are so surprised when they see Ji Xuan.

Ye Jia took a long deep breath, raised his hand with some fatigue, and pinched his eyebrows.

Since that's the case, Ji Xuan had to go out with him if he wanted to leave.

but……

Ye Jia couldn't help but start to have a headache when he thought of the three people who were still waiting for him outside.

Ji Xuan said: "If you need it, can I become a child?"

Before Ye Jia could answer, he saw the tall man in front of him shrinking rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he became a little boy who was as tall as Ye Jia's waist.

Ji Xuan raised an exquisite little face, and his scarlet eyes had turned black at some point. He grabbed Ye Jia's palm that was hanging beside him and shouted softly in a childish voice: "Brother..."

Yejia: “…”

It's OK, too...

Although Ji Xuan's facial features in childhood and adult status are similar, due to his completely different aura and the change in his pupil color, it is difficult for Ye Jia, who once lived with him day and night, to identify him immediately, not to mention other players who have only met several times.

It is hard for ordinary people to imagine that the ghost king Ji Xuan would appear in a ghost company run by a dreamer in his childhood.

The welcome lady stood outside the elevator with a sweet smile on her face, and she was obviously waiting there from the beginning.
To be continued...