Ghost Shelter System

After placing the bet, the purchase is gone.

This underground workshop transformed into a fighting arena has become the best paradise for people to release their inhibitions.

Beers were raised and heckling continued.

The odds of the new monster soared to 2 to 1, and the winner of the previous game, Fahan, had odds of 7 to 1.

Such an assessment does not actually affect gamblers’ bets.

"Farhan! Farhan! Farhan!"

"Farhan! Kill that big guy!" shouted the enthusiastic male gambler.

"Farhan, if you win this battle, you can do whatever you want tonight!" the fanatical female gambler yelled.

After all, Farhan is an old face. In the 'Black Alley', his highest score was 4 consecutive victories. He just eliminated his opponent in the first game without much effort, so most people think that Farhan will not have any problems in the second game.

"Is this Fahan very famous?" Qin Kun looked at the mature woman Tiabuka.

Under her bangs, Tiabka's eyes curled up and she smiled like a cat: "Yes, Mamluks who can still fight are very famous in dark alleys. Although the predecessors of Mamluks were war slaves, they were also famous. It belongs to the noble corps and has been passed down to this day. In the Mamluk organization, anyone who can fight is a rich man. Anyone whose skills are unfamiliar will be eliminated by this group."

Tiabuka glanced at Fahan and grinned: "Fahan is the richest cloth merchant in Cairo. Fighting is just an instinct passed down from his ancestors and it is also his hobby."

Qin Kun was slightly stunned.

When you see people who practice black boxing, you will subconsciously think that they are poor.

You do this kind of thing for money.

But who would have thought that this is just the ancestral hobby of some wealthy groups.

Only now did Qin Kun realize that the Mamluks were not the weak organization he imagined. This is a military aristocratic group with both wealth and force.

"Okay, this battle, Fahan, will face off against our monster friend who will appear for the first time. Everyone will wait and see!"

The host announces the start of the battle.

"ding ding ding"

As the bell rang, Farhan looked at the burly man opposite and grinned: "Not every big guy can climb onto the Mamluk fighting platform. In addition to getting a mouthful of blood here, Nothing is gained!"

The deformed monster could not understand what Farhan was saying.

Qin Kun sighed inwardly when he saw the bloodthirsty expression in the eyes of the underworld-level host.

"For the glory of Saladin!"

Farhan shouted loudly and rushed towards the deformed monster. A piercing howl erupted from the stands, and everyone's blood seemed to be ignited by the words Saladin.

However, the howls suddenly stopped and turned into exclamations.

In the stands, the deformed monster was not even interested in killing people. He punched Farhan and swung it at any time like a fly. Farhan's arm broke at 90 degrees and screamed like a pig being killed.

Then a hand knife hit Fahan's neck. There was a crisp sound, and Fahan's neck bones shifted diagonally downwards. Pain shot straight into his mind along the nerves, and he immediately fainted.

"Oh" was lamented.

The spectators covered the sides of their heads in disbelief. It all happened so fast.

The gambler who had just made a lucky bet on Farhan was extremely upset.

The host was stunned.

It took a while before the results were announced.

"The winner...the Mamluk's new monster..."

"we won!!!"

Tiabuka excitedly took out the gambling money from the gambling pool, and was very excited.

Qin Kun put his hands behind his head. Winning or losing had nothing to do with him. He said that he had to donate the money he won if he was gambling on the doorstep. Otherwise, he would just mess with the cause and effect. When he saw Tiabuka handing over the money excitedly, Qin Kun split it. Half of it was given to her, and the other half was thrown towards the losing gambler.

After winning an Egyptian pound worth 1 US dollar, a total of 18, Qin Kun sprinkled 9 Egyptian pounds in the sky. The frustrated gamblers suddenly found money floating in the sky and started to grab it.

On the fighting stage, the monster walked down, walked through the rain of money, and came to Qin Kun.

"I just heard you talking, you are not from here."

The condescending look and standing there at a height of more than 2 meters gave people a terrible oppressive force.

Seeing the eager look in his eyes, Qin Kun smiled: "I am from here, but I am also from the City of Ten Deaths."

The monster was startled and stretched out his hand: "Guishui Prison, others call me Crazy Corpse."

Qin Kun heard from Thorn Man that Lubis was crazy.

"Genshan Prison, Kunlun Demon."

The two hands were held together, separated by one touch.

Crazy Corpse said: "I came to your hometown not to disrupt the order, but to pick some opponents to pass the time."

Qin Kun nodded: "Please do it, I don't want to disturb you, I just keep an eye on you and don't cross the line."

After the two reached an agreement, Kuangshi said: "Do you want to come on stage and play with me?"

"Go to the Death Palace to play when you have time, but you can't let it go here."

Crazy corpse grin, interesting guy.

He was about to start his second battle when Qin Kun suddenly stopped him and handed him a cup of tea.

The deformed monster sniffed the liquid in the cup and drank it in one gulp.

Qin Kun was a little surprised by this guy's boldness and asked, "Aren't you afraid of being poisoned?"

Kuang Zhi wiped the tea stains from the corner of his mouth: "Poison? Even the poison from the Queen of Insects can't poison me. What does this cup of water transformed by Yin Spirit mean?"

Qin Kun reminded: "This is silent tea. After drinking it, you can talk to the locals. Go ahead."

With this added convenience, Kuang Zhi naturally felt much more comfortable. He returned to the stage, and another person slid down from the ventilation duct above his head.

Tall and thin, but muscular.

"Teh."

After the man announced his name, there was another sensation in the audience.

"'Blood Wolf' Taihe! The Mamluks who have won 7 consecutive victories in the dark alley!"

"It's Taehyuk!!!"

Cheers rang out, and the tall and lanky Mamluk cut his index finger with his thumb and drew an eye on the palm of his hand.

The eyes weeping with blood and tears were the eyes of Pharaoh!

"Deformed monster, I just smelled a breath that is not human. Is it you?"

Raising his eyelids slightly, Taihe raised the corners of his mouth and his mustache twitched.

The Crazy Corpse opened his mouth, suddenly spat out a piece of blood, and cleared his throat: "Yes, I am a demon from the Exiled Land, Crazy Corpse Lubis, remember this name. At the same time, you are not an ordinary person, I You’re welcome!”

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On the fighting stage, the battle continued.

Crazy Corpse Rubis is indeed principled. He will give ordinary people with weak spiritual power fluctuations a way out, while those with slight spiritual power fluctuations will almost always be beaten to death.

Taihe was the first.

It is said that he is the Mamluk's 'Sand Walker', a wizard who controls the black storm in the ancient desert. It was terrible to be broken and thrown off the stage.

Next, all the famous Mamluks in the dark alley ran out.

Crazy Zombie Lubis showed no mercy and sent these guys to the cemetery one after another.

The underground bloody carnival turned into a massacre.

People who come here like to see blood, but when a stranger who is too powerful suddenly appears, the atmosphere becomes a bit scary.

Taihe, Symenes, Aleucids, Tutenani, these familiar Mamluks have failed here one after another, and the booing spectators in the stands are already showing signs of leaving.

Qin Kun yawned. These people are indeed stronger than each other, but the strongest ones are the first-class in the path of life and death. The Aleucid Sith and Tutenani even used the mirage, but for As far as the Underworld hosts are concerned, their strength is really not good enough. I can take them down with my physical fitness, and the same should be true for the crazy zombies.

It's just that Qin Kun has never observed the opponent's physique, so why does he feel that he is getting stronger with each fight?

"In the fifth game, it's still... Crazy Corpse Lubis who wins!"

The host announced shakily.

Tutnaini is a strong player with a maximum of 11 consecutive victories. Among the Mamluks, anyone who wins 16 consecutive games can be called the "Extremely Brave". Why did he still lose? !

On the stage, Crazy Corpse Lubis stood there, waiting for his next opponent. Like a tireless fighting machine.

"Is there anyone else who can fight? If not, that's it for today."

After the mad zombie finished speaking, he glanced at Qin Kun. For some reason, this guy always gave people a dangerous feeling. He wanted to challenge him, but his sixth sense told him that it was better not to mess around. It's not worth it to consume ten drops of Styx water if you are killed.

No one responded to Kuang Zhi's words. After everyone discovered that this guy didn't seem to be a fighting lunatic, they were relieved and didn't mind praising him.

Behind the glass of the workshop, an Arab man glanced down at the colosseum below, and said to the people in the room: "Your Majesty Carter, I am deeply honored that you can come to Cairo in person. It is indeed unlucky to meet such a person today. There is a troublemaker, please wait for a moment, and I will call some people over to deal with him."

In the room, there was a worn leather sofa. A European man wearing gold-rimmed glasses showed his white teeth and said: "It doesn't matter, this is a fallen paradise, and it is normal for demons who like fighting to appear. Your Mamluks are already very good." They are strong, but it is a pity that they did not study the Black Soul Sect's spells carefully, otherwise they would still be capable of fighting."

The European man was writing at his desk. The manuscript was a fairy tale. The handwriting was beautiful and smooth, but the quill in his hand made his fingers and clothes full of ink.

Next to the man, a male assistant wearing an inverted five-pointed star pendant smiled and said: "Mr. Khatab, don't care about winning or losing. The guy on the stage cannot be judged by ordinary people's strength. He is really a devil."

demon?

The Arab man was puzzled.

The male assistant held the wine glass and walked to the glass and looked down: "And there is a devil sitting in the stands."

"The Oriental who just spoke to Lubis? Is he a devil?" The Arab didn't believe it.

The male assistant smiled and said: "China is now monolithic, just because the younger generation has him in charge. Many black soul apostles have been defeated in his hands. His ranking on the must-kill list in the church is in no particular order with Van Helsing."

Demon King Van Helsing?

The Arab took a breath, it didn't look like him at all.

The male assistant patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "The Pope just said, don't worry about it, don't take it to heart. This kind of guy will only have a chance to compete unless the 'extremely brave' comes over, otherwise it's okay Alright."

"Then... let him leave like this after trampling on the reputation of the Mamluks?"

"You can claim that he is also one of the Mamluks."

"I can't do it! This kind of thing is so embarrassing! Even if I respect the Carter Crown now, I will not trample on the Mamluks' reputation easily! No matter what, I will go there myself!" The Arab spoke righteously, "The glory of Saladin cannot be desecrated. !”

The male assistant shrugged: "I guess people from the Holy See and the Ghost Council will be here soon, so you'd better not come forward. Your Lord Saladin had a conflict with the Crusaders back then. If the Holy See knew that you were in conflict with our Black Soul Sect, If we get mixed up together, it is very likely that we will kill them all. And if you are close to us, the people in the Holy City will not let you go. It is best to keep a low profile..."

The Arab sighed, he flattened his lips, and finally chose to settle down.

"Okay, then, let him be."