Ghost Shelter System

Qin Kun's three views have been constantly subverted, and now he has become accustomed to it.

It feels like the City of Ten Deaths is a super-dimensional space that doesn’t even belong to space. When Shou Kui suggested that he was bored and wanted to visit Qin Kun’s hometown, Qin Kun smiled bitterly and said: “I don’t know where my hometown is. Besides, why? go?"

"It's okay, I know."

Several people came to the Death Palace. In the Death Palace, Dusk God lowered his eyelids and sat there, watching several hosts spar.

As soon as the smelly leader arrived, he opened his mouth and swallowed. The hosts who were sparring all woke up from the mirage world and stood up immediately.

"Who is it? Interfering with our discussion?"

"Genshan Prison, Corpse-eating Titan, Hai Quinn, I have seen the Dusk God."

There was no polite attitude, Mu Shen shook his head repeatedly, and the underworld-level host next to him said: "Are you Haiquin, who is number one on the Styx list? I heard that you are not inferior to the underworld-level host, why don't you fight with me? Try it?"

"Oh, this is Hai Quinn. I have admired his name for a long time. I thought he was a great guy, but I didn't expect him to be so ugly and vicious." Another Underworld-level host chuckled.

"Teacher, this monster is dirty and ugly. He lives by eating corpses and is full of filth. Why don't you let me take the lead and give him a try?" The one who spoke was still an underworld-level host. It looked like the previous one. Dead apprentice.

"Everyone, please sit down. Haiquin has been promoted to the underworld host. You are no match for him." A man in red robe said with a sly smile.

There are people who are dissatisfied, people who are surprised, and people who are stunned. The noisy voices have indeed become quieter.

But the interrupted sparring left a few people very dissatisfied. Everyone was a Huangquan-level host. Who would be willing to give in without sparring before? But they never thought deeply about why the mirage they just discussed suddenly disappeared.

When Mu Shen saw that Xiukui had chewed up their mirage, he said, "It's indeed rude for you to use the Heaven-Swallowing Prison, but seeing that you have been promoted to the Underworld level, I won't say anything more. Why are you looking for me?"

Dusk God doesn't want to pay attention to this ferocious Titan. Some hosts are too powerful and will ignore the rules and challenge the master's status. But when there is nothing he can do to them, Dusk God will bear this tone.

Seeing Mu Shen's attitude, Huang Quan's host, who had just become somewhat confident in himself, became uneasy and wary. Xiukui ignored it completely and suddenly took out a crystalline silk thread.

"Dear Lord Dusk God, please play a song for me."

Dusk God's chest rose and fell.

Shou Kui grinned and said, "As a reward, I can catch some causal threads for you."

Mu Shen narrowed his eyes: "Huh."

Mu Shen picked up the causal thread and said to everyone: "Today's discussion is over. Anyone who wants to appreciate the sound of the piano can stay. Only the host of Huangquan can stay."

After that, the strings were placed on the piano, and a buzzing sound echoed through the Palace of Death. The Palace of Death turned into fragments, shattered inch by inch. The host present turned into powder along with the palace. Qin and Kun, the three of them, felt like they were being torn apart. The feeling, as all the surrounding scenes collapsed, turned into a white light and disappeared at the last moment before consciousness disappeared.

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‘Ding, the host has fallen into an unknown mirage world! ’

‘The system turns on the assimilation function’

‘Assimilation successful! The host enters the home mirage world’

‘Survival Mission: The Republic of Egypt Begins’

‘Mission purpose: seal evil spirits’

‘Passthrough Reward: Shroud’

'Failure penalty: none'

‘Task time: indefinite’

Countless voices sounded again, making his ears complicated. Qin Kun was panting heavily as if he had been drowned for a long time and had just been fished out.

He looked up and found himself sitting next to a fountain, with no one around.

The smelly Kui is gone, and so is the Qian Po.

Arrived in Egypt?

"Holy crap! Why are you here? Whose causal line is this?"

Qin Kun didn't understand at all.

The phone rang, it was Du Qinghan calling: "Hey, Qin Kun, I've arrived in the capital. Where are you?"

Telephone?

The last time I went to the Golden King's Karma Line, there was no such thing as a telephone. Why is there a phone call this time? And it was also called by Du Qinghan?

Qin Kun was confused and took a deep breath: "Egypt."

Du Qinghan wondered: "Are today's planes so fast? Forget it, take care of yourself. I heard there are some powerful rice dumplings over there."

Du Qinghan didn't worry about why Qin Kun went there and told him to hang up.

Qin Kun smiled bitterly. This place is located in North Africa, and the tourist season is from November to March. It is much hotter than Linjiang City now. Qin Kun fanned himself and wanted to find a place to rest.

There were a lot of foreigners in a cafe that was popular among tourists. Qin Kun struggled to make people understand what he meant. He made him a cup of silent tea and finally understood the local language.

This is Cairo, and to the southwest stands the famous Pyramid of Khufu and the Sphinx. A tourist destination longed for by lovers of historical sites, Qin Kun came here in an unseasonable season.

According to logical inference, if the Golden King, Sand Zombie, and Black Scorpion Duke Laev are all in the same place as their hometown, then this causal line is most likely Sha Zombie's.

Qin Kun gradually figured out his thoughts. The most urgent task was to find Shou Kui and Ying Ma first.

At the entrance of the cafe, Qin Kun got into a taxi. The driver was a little surprised to see Qin Kun: "Japanese? Korean? Chinese?"

"Chinese."

"Welcome to Cairo, my friend, you speak Arabic very well. How can I help you?"

"Is there a place to exchange foreign exchange?" Qin Kun asked as he didn't know what Egypt's common currency was.

"Friend, do you have a U.S. knife? You can pay with U.S. dollars here," the driver said enthusiastically.

Qin Kun thought about it, and it seemed that it was true. When he went to Hong Kong last time to save the Ding family, Boss Ding also paid part of it with US dollars, which happened to be in Qin Kun's flexible space.

"Oh, it's okay then. Let's drive and drive around the city. I have worked hard to learn Arabic and I want to take a good look at the scenery of Cairo."

Qin Kun took out a few dollars and said indifferently.

Drivers all over the world are enthusiastic, especially in tourist cities.

Wandering around in Cairo, Qin Kun just wanted to find Shou Kui and Ying Ma. Other things were left to him.

The scenery here was better than Qin Kun imagined, but the temperature was extremely hot, and there was a smell of burnt skin even while sitting in the car. After the driver drove for forty minutes, Qin Kun finally found the baby near a shopping street through his eyes. mother.

Exposed looks are acceptable in most places now, but if they are too exposed, they are alien. The baby's mother's speech was not clear, which caused a lot of commotions and disputes and misunderstandings. Qin Kun saw her raising the corners of her mouth, as if When he wanted to attack ordinary people, he said to the driver: "Wait for me for a while, and I'll come back as soon as I go."

At the door of a store, Qianpo said with a smile: "Well, since you don't understand what I say, just go to hell."

As soon as a pink smoke came out of his mouth, Qin Kun covered his mouth. Qin Kun apologized to the people around him: "It's a magic trick, misunderstanding."

Saying that, he pulled it away.

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