Ghost Shelter System

Qin Kun had a nightmare.

I dreamed that the timelines were intertwined and constantly passing through me. Every turning point was like a new hope or a wrong path. People often regret something after something happens and look forward to another chance.

But when those opportunities come again, you may not have the courage to change when faced with this choice.

In the dream, Qin Kun kept moving forward according to his original trajectory, regardless of the twists and turns. Finally, he reached the current point in time with rapid progress and woke up from the dream.

His back was already soaked, Qin Kun's mouth was dry and he was panting heavily.

I don’t know why I was shocked, but I found myself still in the wreath shop, and I felt inexplicably at ease.

The wooden door opened and the friction sound was harsh. A paper man held water and carefully handed it to Qin Kun.

The paper man had a white face, eyes closed, powder puffs, colorful clothes, and clumsy movements. Qin Kun thanked him and drank it all in one gulp.

"Where is the head of the Ning family? Where is Xu Facheng?"

"Master is asleep, Master Xu is still sitting outside."

In the evening, the wreath shop will open a small door in case of business. Qin Kun walked out of the house. Xu Facheng, Yuan Xinghan, Wang Qian, Chu Qianxun and Bai Yi were all there.

There is also a hearse.

"Are you up?" Wang Qian asked.

It is now 11 o'clock in the evening, and there are no pedestrians on Taichang Street. Firstly, this is a street for white people, and secondly, there is an old saying: It is better to sleep in a lonely grave than in a temple. Try to run to the temple as little as possible at night, because it is full of ghosts who come to complain.

"Well, let's go now?"

"Wait a minute, Wei Tianliang is still in the temple."

Wei Tianliang took his granddaughter to Bailong Temple for a whole day. When he came out, he couldn't see his expression clearly. Xu Facheng stared for a whole day and found nothing strange, so everyone got in the car and left in a hurry.

…

In Sangyu City, a commercial vehicle drove into the city. After Qin Kun left, the commercial vehicle stopped at the gate of Bailong Temple.

Three people got out of the car one after another, an old Taoist with a celestial spirit, an old man in a wheelchair, and a greasy bald monk.

Inside the temple, the white jade is flawless, green pines, strange rocks, corridors, pavilions, and sculptures add to the ancient charm. In the abbot's courtyard, a monk looked at the corpses all over the courtyard and smiled slightly.

Dozens of corpses belonged to Wei Tianliang.

Dozens of corpses belonged to Wei Xiaocao.

They look exactly the same, but the difference is that they have different scars on their bodies. However, the scars are not important. They are all zombies anyway, and no matter how serious the injury is, they can be repaired. The key to the problem is how to bring them back to consciousness.

The door to the abbot's courtyard suddenly opened.

Monk Bujie turned around and narrowed his eyes: "Ge Longtou, Painted Skin Immortal...are you the holy monk?"

Seeing the identical corpses all over the yard, Painted Skin Fairy felt numb all over. Even if he was a top-notch person, he would not like this kind of forbidden place.

"What a wonderful Heavenly Refined Corpse, but it's a pity that the consciousness has been shattered. Wan Haitong, are you going to refine them into blood-cut corpses?" Painted Skin Fairy asked with a half-smile.

The three superb men surrounded Monk Bujie. Monk Bujie had an indifferent expression: "Isn't it possible?"

Ge Zhan slowly stood up and stared at Bujie with squinted eyes: "I have been in charge for ten years, and I thought you had changed your appearance."

Monk Bujie smiled: "Wei Tianliang wants to leave something for me. I have an old relationship with him, but he is disrespectful."

"Can these zombies help you turn the tables?"

"Ge Longtou, I have never thought about turning the tables. I am very grateful to you for sparing me a life. But I have been in this temple for decades and want to go out for a walk. So I want to practice one." Can you replace me with a blood-cut corpse?"

After the silence, Ge Zhan and the others pressed forward step by step. Monk Bujie closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the courtyard door was opened again.

Ge Zhan and the others turned around and found that two Fengdu disciples from Sangyu City had arrived.

"Um?"

One of the two people was named Gao and the other was Liu. They saw the appearance clearly and hurriedly greeted each other: "Huangquan Tianfu is under the ninth level, and the nine mountains and nine rivers are the same. I am a guest in Fengdu, but I don't know that these three seniors are far away from each other. welcome."

"Xiao Gao, Xiao Liu? What are you doing here?" Ge Zhan asked.

"Oh, Monk Bujie asked us to help burn the corpse. He said that someone from the past gave him some unwanted gifts and asked us to help dispose of them."

Gao Menke blinked and said.

Ge Zhan and the other three looked distraught.

Bujie smiled bitterly: "I knew you wouldn't allow me to make a corpse to replace me, so I notified the two disciples early to help burn the corpse."

The corpses were carried away one after another. It was not until the news came from Gao Menke that all the corpses had been cremated that Ge Zhan and the other three were completely relieved.

Monk Bujie clasped his hands and watched the three people leave without saying a word. In the darkness, something was thrown towards him and landed at his feet.

"Wan Haitong, although you are a traitor, I can't find any evidence related to you about the Blood Cutting Cult. Either that matter has nothing to do with you, or you hid it very well two years ago! When I left here, I had already applied for a walking order for you. If someone from the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation stops you, just show them this thing. But remember, yin and yang complement each other, and yin and yang are in harmony, and you only have one chance!"

When Ge Zhan's warning came, the usually calm monk Bujie suddenly started to tremble all over. He looked up at the sky and smiled helplessly.

After decades, I am finally... free.

…

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The car traveled through Sanqin, passed Longxi, exited Yumen Pass, passed Dunhuang, and then reached the border.

Northwest is so big that even a midnight hearse would take seven hours to travel.

In spring, during the day, the first ray of sunshine rises. Who cares that this is a desolate Gobi. Everyone is shocked by the vastness of the world and feels that humans are extremely small compared to the sky.

Takusi Village is a large village in the southeast of the border area and closest to Dunhuang in Longdi.

It is said to be a village, but except for the inconvenient transportation, the scale is more like a town.

Markets, factories, and tourist areas are all available, and the ethnic groups in the villages and towns are mixed, which is quite rare in the northwest.

This village and town obviously has elements of aided construction. Su-style tube buildings are common. The walls of the community compound are still brick walls. On the streets, there are restaurants of all kinds.

Bicycles shuttle around, oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages are rare, and the sounds of milk sellers and the fragrance of milk fill the streets.

When Qin Kun took his first step into the village, his eyes suddenly went dark and he couldn't see anything.

'Ding! warn! The host is trapped in an unknown area! ’

'warn! Please host leave! ’

"Ding! Regional assimilation in progress... Assimilation successful!"

‘Special map: The Kingdom of the Underworld in the Western Region is opened! ’

After his vision was restored again, a sonic boom was heard in the air, and a javelin flew towards him.

puff

Wang Gan's stomach was penetrated by a javelin and nailed to the ground, bleeding profusely! Wail loudly.

Wei Tianliang turned around, opened his hands, and said to everyone: "Welcome to Wuwei Country."

Another javelin flew towards him. Qin Kun stretched out his legs and swept it in the air. The javelin was inserted into the tower next to it, making a trembling buzz.

The villagers and vendors on the street all changed their appearance the moment everyone came in. On the rooftop opposite, a group of uniformed warriors, carrying javelins, looked at Qin Kun and the others unkindly.

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