Ghost Shelter System

In such a large county, after diluting the lich and zombies, the population density is indeed not much different from that of a ghost land.

The power supply facilities in this county are intact. Walking under the street lights, Qin Kun arrived at a hospital.

The smell of disinfectant was very similar to the smell in the ice coffin hall. Qin Kun was sitting on a chair in the corridor. When Bai opened the window, a blue phosphorus bird flew in from the outside.

"Master Qin, those two people are in the hospital."

Qin Kun clicked his tongue and followed Bai Yi for two streets. Did he finally find it?

Suddenly, a bottle fell from the window and smashed into pieces on the first floor.

"upstairs?"

Bai Yi poked his head out and found a man in black robe lying at the window upstairs.

Long hair, somewhat delicate.

"Are you looking for us? Eastern Exorcists?"

Mandarin is a bit stilted, but understandable.

Bai Yi was stunned. He had just been led in circles by the other party. He thought they were afraid of him. Who knew that his current tone was almost provocative?

Bai Yi turned his head and found that Qin Kun had left, and hurriedly followed him.

On the third floor of the hospital, two men in black robes were leaning against the window. The long-haired monk was drinking a bottle of glucose water. The other monk took out various infusion bottles from the pharmacy and mixed the liquid.

Gases of various flavors rushed towards his face. The last part of the liquid was added to the mixing container. Another black-robed monk shook the container and handed it to the long-haired monk.

"Eastern Exorcist, would you like to try it?"

The long-haired monk picked up two beakers and poured wine. One of them was handed to Qin Kun. Qin Kun caught it. The two clinked their glasses. Seeing the other drink it all in one gulp, Qin Kun also became stuffy.

liquor.

Mellow wine.

The taste is very similar to brandy. Brandy is a distilled spirit of French wine.

"You are very brave. Aren't you afraid that I will poison you?"

The long-haired monk raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Qin Kun.

"You are also very courageous to let me come so close."

Qin Kun shrugged, clinked glasses with the other party, and drank the rest of the wine.

"Hazlitt, monk and clergyman of the Priory of Sion."

"Qin Kun, Taoist priest of Mount Fuyu, employee of the funeral home."

Hazlitt looked at Qin Kun in surprise. This Eastern exorcist didn't seem to be worried or afraid at all.

"The lichs and ghouls are fighting outside. Since you and I are here to help, we can't avoid a spar." Hazlitt was a little tipsy. Seeing such a calm Eastern Exorcist, Hazlitt was a little eager to try.

"Well, when does it start?" Qin Kun threw the beaker downstairs and heard a crisp sound. Suddenly, the surrounding scene changed.

"Sir, please give way!"

In the eastern county hospital, countless Westerners appeared. Doctors and nurses were busy. It was raining outside. Qin Kun turned around. The beaker table was gone. Hazlitt was gone. Bai Yi and another monk in black robes were gone. The scholar also disappeared. There are just doctors and patients.

Qin Kun got out of the way and saw a dying Eastern man being pushed over.

The person lying in the car was himself.

With his face covered in broken glass and staring at the ceiling, Qin Kun's heart suddenly jumped, as if he had been hit by a giant hammer, and the emergency bed was pushed into the operating room.

"That guy is really hateful."

Qin Kun pursed his lips and touched his face. His face was also covered with glass particles, exactly like the person who was pushed into the operating room just now.

In Nuoda's hospital, when there are many people, the atmosphere becomes chaotic, and the feeling of death rushes into his heart. Qin Kun is used to it, and the pain of ghosts is much more uncomfortable than this kind of pain.

Where did Hazlitt go?

Qin Kun walked downstairs, and another first aid bed was pushed over.

Still myself.

A knife was inserted into his lungs and he was spitting out blood. Qin Kun's heart was beating hard and his lungs felt like burning pain when he breathed.

There were two emergency patients. When Qin Kun walked to the hospital courtyard, his eyes opened and he saw a doctor standing by the window on the third floor of the hospital.

"Have you had enough fun?"

The noisy hospital became quiet for a moment as Qin Kun asked.

The doctor crossed the window, jumped down from the third floor, and landed comfortably.

"Sure enough, he is quite capable."

The doctor took off his mask, it was Hazlitt from before.

Qin Kun handed the other party a cigarette and lit one himself: "Although I don't know when your mirage was cast, it's really interesting."

Hazlitt took a puff from his cigarette, puffed out the smoke and said with a smile, "Just fun?"

One after another, ambulances stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and Qin Kun was transported out one after another.

Burned, scalded, chopped, broken, all kinds of patients, Qin Kun can feel a kind of pain every time he passes by.

More than a dozen emergency beds passed in front of him. Hazlitt looked at Qin Kun quietly at first, waiting for him to make a fool of himself. Later, he burned his hand with a cigarette butt, but Qin Kun remained calm and composed. A trace of cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and later when he saw Qin Kun still hugging him affectionately and chatting, Hazlitt himself had an illusion.

Could it be that...he failed to perform the technique?

Qin Kun snapped his fingers, and the old tea fairy appeared. Qin Kun made tea and handed it to Hazlitt. Hazlitt frowned, looked at the big ghost, then looked at the tea Qin Kun handed him, and Didn't answer.

"You are strong, but don't think that I will lose to you."

Hazlitt snorted coldly, stood up and left, but was pushed down by Qin Kun.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? You've made me crippled, and you don't want to talk to me more?"

Qin Kun had glass particles stuck in his face, a knife stuck in his lungs, one leg was broken, and his arms were covered in blisters. Blood foam kept spurting out when he spoke, and he felt that his image was not good.

How can I, a person who cares about my image, be played like this by you?

Hazlitt smiled: "I want to leave, can you stop me?"

He stood up with force again, but still could not escape from Qin Kun's grasp, but Qin Kun felt that a shadow walked out of his body.

Similar to...split soul?

Qin Kun shrugged. The timid Western exorcist only dared to test himself. He didn't dare to drink a cup of silent tea. This kind of guy was not the opponent he was looking for.

"Qin, I won't be polite anymore." Hazlitt said with dull eyes on the bench.

polite? Have you ever been polite?

If I hadn't been used to the pain of ghosts, this kind of torture would have driven people crazy.

On the third floor of the hospital, more than a dozen Qin Kun were all pushed out of the operating room. Crosses were tied behind their backs, and ropes were tied around their necks hanging from the air. Qin Kun's throat was tightened and his eyes were a little red.

More than a dozen Qin Kun's eyes rolled up. They were originally waiting to be rescued, but now they were all dying. Negative emotions were constantly transmitted to Qin Kun's mind. Qin Kun turned his palm and took out an awl.

Chisel the life cone!

For thousands of years, he has worshiped the Buddha and immortals, and chiseled his life into clouds and smoke.

This magical weapon only opens coffins, does not kill ghosts, but... hurts souls.

"Your methods are too low-level. I'm too lazy to play with you."

A backhand stab pierced Hazlitt's forehead, and all the doctors and nurses in the hospital screamed in agony. The sound of shattering glass was heard. Qin Kun's eyes changed, and he returned to the third floor of the hospital.