Ghost Shelter System

During the Causal Line of the Golden King, Qin Kun saw the power of European gangs.

Saw it again today.

The 20 corpses were bitten to pieces, and half an hour later the place was cleaned up to look brand new, as if nothing had happened.

The two white men smiled seriously, bowed to Qin Kun, and helped Odaham up: "Sir, you need to change into a pair of pants."

Odaham was helped away, and outside the bar, an old man with white hair and an oxygen tube was pushed in in a wheelchair.

"Oh Qin, my friend! I am Arnold Gvasili." The burly old man, wearing a vest and with a glowing face, stood up from his wheelchair and gave him a strong hug after seeing Qin Kun.

When they met for the first time, Qin Kun didn't know the other person, but he didn't expect that the other person would change his attitude so quickly. He had just tested him with 20 guns and sailors, and now he was as familiar with him as an old friend for many years.

"Mr. Arnold, may the Nordic gods bless you."

Arnold laughed and turned to look at a bloody man, none other than Li Shenling.

"A cool subordinate, I was as good at fighting and killing as him when I was young!" Arnold grinned.

Li Shenling narrowed his eyes and was about to speak when he suddenly smelled a strange smell and turned to look at the door. A blond girl walked over with her waist twisted, as if she had been drugged. She was pale and thin, and the girl was painted with zombies. She was wearing makeup, tall and condescending, and rubbed her withered vagina: "Oriental Monkey, your dick belongs to me tonight."

Li Shenling was startled, his crotch was grabbed, his expression was slightly angry, his nails suddenly grew longer, the blonde showed no sign of weakness, she also grew fangs, and licked her lips with her tongue: "Don't you want to taste the Nordic seafood?"

Lich? !

Qin Kun was startled. There was actually a lich under the Viking Sea People? It looks like he is still a flying zombie-level lich!

Godfather Arnold laughed: "Volva is the patron saint of the Viking sea people. You may not believe it when I tell you. She was discovered by my grandfather's grandfather when he was salvaging treasures in Iceland. I can't call her grandma too much." .”

"Arnold, sweetheart, don't call me so old!" The blonde winked, hugged Li Shenling's arm and walked out, "Don't worry, I told Arnold that he won't treat that little Oriental cutie. Started."

Li Shenling was taken away by the blond lich with a confused look on his face.

Qin Kun was surprised, and Arnold chuckled: "Dear Qin, don't think of me as a boring pirate godfather. It's not like I haven't seen much of the world. I just saw everything that happened here on the monitor, Woll Wa said that your men are her kind, so I think you should be able to solve my troubles, and I don’t need to test you again.”

Arnold's way of thinking was very fast, and Qin Kun couldn't keep up, so he simply didn't bother to follow him, as long as he didn't cause trouble to himself.

"Well, what's the matter with you?" Qin Kun looked at Arnold.

Arnold unbuttoned his vest and shirt, revealing his hairy chest, skin covered with age spots, and actually had a very strange tattoo.

"I did not get this tattoo by myself. Three months ago, my ship passed a North Sea cemetery and was entangled by the skeleton sailors inside. Those British sailors were enemies of the Vikings hundreds of years ago. See I am a descendant of Vikings, and I launched a fierce offensive, even approaching the ship and joining gangs to fight."

"Hit a ghost?"

"right!"

"and after?"

"Then it dawned. I scared the three poor little guys to death, and I got an extra tattoo on my body. I remember that before I woke up, a sailor knocked me down and was about to kill me. It was an old guy who knocked me down. Me, the one who saved me.”

"No more?" Qin Kun asked.

Arnold shook his head: "No more."

…

Arnold's symptoms were strange.

His yang energy is weak, so he must be possessed by evil spirits, but because of the appearance of the tattoo, it is obviously not an ordinary evil spirit. Qin Kun decided to find a quiet place to investigate.

On the top floor of the cruise ship, Arnold's suite was large, and next door was the blond lich's room.

Qin Kun Yang Qi appeared on his fingertips, detecting Arnold's breath, and the roar of the blond lich appeared next door.

"Oh, you monster from the East, Volva will be killed by you!"

The corner of Qin Kun's mouth twitched. He really couldn't imagine that scene. The old gun led by Li Shen had been languishing for a hundred years. How did it get up?

Arnold smiled apologetically: "Wolva has been a wild lich for as long as I can remember, but she is very nice, loves to joke, and will not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Qin Kun shrugged: "Okay, get up."

"I'm all right?"

"Something's wrong."

"what is going on?"

Qin Kun thought for a while and said, "If you go by your theory, your state should be that you have concluded a contract with an evil spirit. In China, it is called a ghost."

Qin Kun was very sure that although Arnold's yang energy was weak, he did not have ghost energy on his body, but the short sword at his waist did.

Qin Kun pointed at the short knife: "Come out."

Arnold was confused: "This knife was passed down from my grandfather's grandfather. It was the treasure that was salvaged together with Volva. What's wrong with it..."

Arnold suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a shadowy figure appeared in front of him. He was in ragged clothes, skinny as a stick, with anklets on his feet. He was a ghost slave, probably a rowing slave who had not seen the light of day all year round.

Qin Kun pinched the slave's chin. The wild ghost was so weak that it was hard to believe that he would survive until now.

"Qin, who is he?!"

You shouldn't ask me about this, right?

Qin Kun raised his chin and said to the ghost slave, "Who are you?"

The slave trembled: "A humble...Viking slave..."

Arnold took a deep breath and took a few steps back. People are always wary and fearful of unknown things.

Qin Kun stepped forward and removed Arnold's waist knife, and looked at the ghost slave: "Continue."

The ghost slave said bitterly: "Back then, the ship broke down, and we slaves were tied to the treasure and sunk to the bottom of the water, because the nobles believed that we would protect the treasure after we turned into evil spirits."

"The slaves who sank to the bottom of the sea with me were all dead, and their souls were washed away by the sea. Only I found that my body seemed to be integrated into this knife. So I tried to get in."

"This knife seems to have killed many people, and their remnant souls were imprisoned inside. I survived by devouring those remnant souls, but the ocean was too scary. I tried to leave, but was seriously injured, so I gave up the idea. Until...his grandfather fished me out.”

The narrative was short, but the logic was clear. Qin Kun handed over a stack of ghost coins. After the ghost slave sucked it, he felt better.

"Dear wizard, you are a good person. May the great Odin bless you." The ghost slave was grateful.

"Odin can't control my side. Do you have any other stories?" Qin Kun asked with his legs crossed.

The ghost slave nodded: "I don't know when, I seemed to have merged with that knife. Ever since I was salvaged by his ancestors and left the ocean, I couldn't get out of that knife. But that day in the wind and waves, Arnold My arm was cut open by a knife, and I felt a connection with him in some mysterious way, and I actually found that strange power was drawn out! When I came out, I was about to greet him, but I found that a despicable British naval soldier was going to harm him."

"So you saved him?"

The ghost slave nodded.

Arnold was confused, shocked, and in disbelief, and his expressions were constantly changing and extremely complex.

Then, he looked at his arm, and there was indeed a scar. For a descendant of a pirate, this was nothing. Arnold never imagined that the evil spirits haunting him were related to this scar!

Qin Kun also clarified the relationship.

This ghost slave... is a weapon spirit.

As he continued to devour the remaining souls in the waist knife, the waist knife also fused him with himself. This knife should be a sacrificial weapon, and it would take some cost to summon the evil spirits inside.

But this tattoo…

"Arnold, you didn't make any strange wishes at that time, right?" Qin Kun turned his head.

Arnold puffed out his chest: "You guessed it right! At that time, I hoped that I would become an evil spirit, inherit the glory of my ancestors, and fight to the death with the marines!"