Ghost Shelter System

10:30 pm.

The magical city was calm as usual, with three figures walking on the street.

A woman on the road looked sideways and whispered to her best friend: "Those three people are so strange..."

The best friend noticed that the woman was staring at the empty road, and couldn't help but shudder, and then said cautiously: "You are scaring me again, don't make such a joke at night!"

The woman pondered for a moment, and when she looked at the three people again, they were gone.

At the corner of the street, three figures walked on the road without squinting.

"Xinglin-kun, a girl just saw us."

"It's normal. Since Ma Shubo opened the altar and opened the gate of hell, China's yin and yang have been out of balance. It's not surprising that there will be several heirs with yin and yang eyes in later generations."

The three of them walked through an intersection and stopped in front of a health products store.

"Jun Xinglin, that Zijin Taoist priest should be here."

The leader nodded and walked in.

Mr. Xinglin is an expert in medicine. As soon as he entered the door, he found that the medicines sold in this store were different from ordinary medicines.

The counter was broken, and the bulk South Asian ginseng inside had not been cleaned. Xinglin Jun picked up a piece, put it under his nose and sniffed: "Not bad, what is this?"

At this moment, there were five or six people sitting in the shop. The owner, Guitou Xieshi, waved his hand helplessly: "Take the South American ginseng if you like it. Leave as soon as you're done. We're not doing business today."

Mr. Xinglin shrugged, put the piece of South American ginseng into his sleeve, and turned to look at a young man who was thinking deeply.

The young man had long hair in braids, with two strands of hair hanging down from his forehead. He was holding a flat object and pressing it randomly. Xinglin Jun came behind him out of curiosity. There were words and patterns on it, and those words were half-understandable to him. They were very different from the words back then.

When Qin Kun was typing and asking about Xu Facheng's news, there was another person behind him. His eyes found that this person was very strange, but he couldn't say what was strange about him.

When he was about to continue typing, Qin Kun's body suddenly froze.

I still remember the time I met the Pope of the Black Soul Sect and his assistant An Shibai in Egypt, and I had a similar feeling.

He couldn't even concentrate to observe this strange person!

There seems to be a strange power that makes one instinctively ignore the other person!

Qin Kun stood up suddenly, stared at the man and said, "Who are you?"

Taking a closer look, he saw that this person was wearing long robes, an ancient style of clothing, and a square crown on his head. This kind of person would easily jump out in a sea of ​​people. He was just standing behind him, but he would ignore it?

"The prisoner of the cattle boat, Mr. Xinglin. I am here this time and invite you to board the boat for a talk."

"Mr. Xinling?" Wang Qian next to him asked, not hearing clearly.

The man had no choice but to sneer: "Your Excellency heard it wrong. I am no better than Wei Gongzi Wuji. This name was given to me by the person who boarded the ship. As for the original name, I have forgotten it."

Wang Gan's head was as big as a bucket, and he heard the word "boat". Needless to say, he was a person on the Penglai boat.

Immortal?

Or an old ghost?

Qin Kuntian's eyesight was so subtle that he couldn't tell whether this middle-aged man was a ghost or not. Not to mention anyone else. A long time ago, Qin Kun saw a gaseous life, but now this person has breathing, heartbeat, and temperature. No matter what life form it is, in his eyes, he is a living person!

"I don't want to get on the boat."

Qin Kun spoke, and the people around him suddenly became nervous.

Qin Kun didn't want to get on the ship, but the Nanyang people wanted to get on the ship, but if Qin Kun didn't go, they wouldn't be able to get on the ship.

Mr. Xinglin bowed his head to Qin Kun and said, "I will follow your mood and I will not force you. We will set off tomorrow and we will be waiting for you."

Qin Kun whispered: "Are you sure I will go?"

Mr. Xinglin smiled and left without saying anything.

After the three of them left, Wang Qian came over and said, "You really don't want to go?"

Qin Kun shook his head. This thing was too unfamiliar. He didn't know how deep the water was. He didn't know anything. He only had a brain problem if he rashly boarded the boat.

"Not going."

"Master Qin must go."

A jerky voice suddenly came.

Qin Kun looked at the door and saw a Nanyang wizard.

The man was already very old. As soon as the old man appeared, Master Guitou knelt on the ground and rested his forehead on the old man's instep: "I have met Master."

The old man came with a cane and bowed towards Qin Kun: "I, Thiyevarman."

The séance has arrived.

He doesn't have any evil look, but he does stink. It was like smelly meat that had been exposed to the sun for several days. The smell of putrefaction made people nauseous.

The appearance of the descendant is not amazing, but a pair of eyes, just looking at each other, will have a heart palpitation that pierces the soul.

Wang Gan's fat face was stiff, and he whispered: "Qin Heigou... this, this is the god who has brought down the head... The old man was arrested and imprisoned in an island prison in Nanyang more than 20 years ago. In three days, 17 prison guards and more than 60 people died. Prisoners...this is a killing star..."

When Wang Qian was talking, he couldn't help but scratch his head. He always had the illusion that a kid was crawling on his head.

Qin Kun wrinkled his nose: "Old senior, please enlighten me."

Thievarman smiled and paused on his crutch: "I am old and I don't want to fight anymore. I am here just to tell you that it is impossible not to go."

"Is this your opinion?"

"That's the opinion of everyone who wants to get on board."

"Who is there?"

"Too much……"

Thievarman made a gesture of invitation: "The door is over there, you can go as you please. If you agree to get on the ship, I will ask for help to protect you Chinese people from the troubles of witches in Nanyang."

"I have just established this rule."

Thievarman smiled: "I'm not dead yet. What they promised doesn't count."

Qin Kun left the store.

The cold wind is stirring around me, and the air tonight is particularly fishy and salty.

"Qin Heigou, I have a bad feeling. You seem to be being held hostage!"

Qin Kun ignored Wang Gan's thoughts, stopped the car and left.

30 minutes later, Qin Kun came to the downstairs of Xu Facheng's company and was about to cross the road from the overpass, but found Xu Facheng who had been waiting on the overpass for a long time.

"You knew I was coming?"

Qin Kun asked.

Xu Facheng smiled: "Yeah."

"A lot of people are coming on board?"

Xu Facheng smiled again: "Yeah."

"Why?"

"Be curious...or...be curious..."

All purposes will be hidden in curiosity. No matter what the purpose of the person who wants to board the ship, it is always correct to explain it with curiosity.

I wonder if it is a fairy ship.

I wonder if there are any immortals.

I wonder if I will live forever.

Curious about all kinds of things.

When a person is curious, he has a desire to explore. The scary thing is that curiosity doesn’t disappear with age. It will only be buried deep in the heart until one day it is drawn out and continues to grow and expand.

Xu Facheng didn't talk much.

Master Pingfeng next to him said: "Qin Kun, there should be many people coming to see you tonight."

Qin Kun realized that Master Pingfeng spoke so firmly, and he knew that he was indeed being held hostage.

"Can they get on the boat? Why does it involve me?"

"The years of this matter are too far apart... who really knows." Master Pingfeng lamented.

11 o'clock.

Under the overpass, a group of men in black came over.

Most of them wear suits and ties, and the collar is shaped like an inverted five-pointed star.

The leading man in black is more like an agent than a cultist.

"Black Soul Cult, leader of the Blood Turtle Dove, Zalgirod." This was a black man, extending his hand towards Qin Kun, "Mr. Anshibai's plane arrived in the early morning. He said that you are his friend."

Qin Kun didn't reach out and looked at the other party quietly.

Wang Qian smiled: "The Black Soul Sect is coming too?"

Zalgirod showed his white teeth: "I understand your rules. Anyone who dares to appear here has clean hands and feet. I heard that Huaxia Yulong Mountain also has the same function. What, do you want to have a fight?"

Wang Qian had no interest in arguing.

Then, another group of men in kimono came over, led by a sword-browed warrior.

"Oda Katsutake."

A hand reached out, but Qin Kun still didn't hold it.

When he went to Japan to shoot, Qin Kun had met each other. Seeing a group of men in kimonos behind him staring at him eagerly, Qin Kun continued to remain silent.

Oda Katsutake retracted his hand that was frozen in the air and said nothing.

0:10.

Zhao Feng came, and beside him was the old lady.

"Qin Kun."

Qin Kun did not show any courtesy and looked at the old lady in silence.

The old man sighed: "They all come here to seek immortality. Take a look at it out of curiosity."

"What's on board?" Qin Kun asked for the first time.

The old man shook his head: "I don't know either."

Qin Kun didn't say much anymore.

0:35.

A dusty monk walked onto the overpass.

The monk glanced at Xu Facheng and nodded, and Xu Facheng responded with a half-smile.

"Head of Qin. Master asked me to come and take a look."

Miaoshan came and Qin Kun nodded.

0:50.

Mo Wuji walked onto the overpass. At this moment, light rain fell from the sky. The drizzle was like silk, falling on the top of his head. Mo Wuji opened the oil paper umbrella and looked at the sleepy sky: "It's a legendary story. I've seen it for the first time."

1:10.

Thievarman and all other evil masters except Chili evil master arrived.

Qin Kun glanced at Bobu, the evil evil master who was dodging in the crowd, and turned to one side.

Tiyavarman saluted the old lady: "Tiyavarman has met Zhu Zhenren."

The old man slapped his nose: "It stinks."

Several evil masters were about to get angry, but Thievarman stopped them and said, "The same is true for real people."

Zhao Feng stared at Thievarman unkindly, but the two groups did not fight after all.

At 1:30, everyone standing on the overpass had their clothes wet.

Under the bridge, Wan Lang, his deputy Lu Daochang, Xiao An, and Xiao Zheng stood beside the car, feeling that the atmosphere was extremely strange.

"Team leader...this is?"

Xiao An didn't expect that so many people gathered. What on earth were they doing?

"Don't ask me, I don't know anything."

Wan Lang didn't know why so many forces appeared in the beautiful and prosperous Magic City overnight. And they are all aimed at Qin Kun.

Is this a rebellion? ? ?

Wan Lang held his cigarette in his mouth and hurriedly typed to ask Nie Huzi: "Brother, what is going on? The Black Soul Cult is here, the Japanese are also here, the Suo Cult is here, what are they doing?"

The information was sent along with the photos, and Nie Huzi replied after a while: "I don't know, keep an eye on them. If it doesn't work, prepare your gun!"

1:45.

Dressed in white, he came holding a sword.

Yunqiu is watching the new moon.

"Senior Brother Qin. My uncle asked me to bring it to you."

A piece of parchment was shaken open, and the ink marks were still there. It was a poem.

There are traces of dust and wine on the clothes,

Traveling to far away places brings a sense of relaxation.

Is this fit the poet?

Xiao Yu rides a donkey into Jianmen.

The font with iron paintings and silver hooks is quite reminiscent of Hua Tianshu's style when he was dancing with the sword.

Qin Kun's face softened and he smiled softly: "I don't understand, but I accept Old Man Hua's wishes."

"Well, my uncle won't let me stay for a long time, so I'll leave first."

Shuo Yue bowed to the acquaintances present and then left gracefully.

2:10.

Another woman appears.

A pair of phoenix eyes, a pretty face and a cold face, holding a food box in his hand.

"Damn it, are you hungry?"

Ying Fengyao ignored the people next to her and opened the food box. Inside was small crispy pork, a braised fish, a few steamed buns, rice porridge and pickles.

"I heard that the amputated corpse you raise at home makes you some food every day. I bought this. It should suit your taste."

Ying Fengyao prepared two pairs of chopsticks and handed one pair to Wang Qian.

Wang Qian was flattered: "Is there still one for me?"

Ying Fengyao said: "Well, fat man, go to the boat and take care of Qin Kun." A porcelain bottle was secretly thrust into Wang Qian's hand.

ah?

Wang Gan rolled his eyes. He happened to be hungry, so he picked up a steamed bun and ate it.

"What do you mean? Senior Sister Ying, have you heard anything?"

Ying Fengyao raised her head and looked at the old Tai Sui: "Senior, Fengyao is confused about something. What is more important, peace or immortality?"

The old man closed his eyes: "Peace."

Ying Fengyao looked at Master Pingfeng: "So you need to trade immortality for peace?"

Master Pingfeng said after a long while: "If this is true, wouldn't it be good to have six hundred years of peace and peace in all directions?"

Ying Fengyao had complicated eyes and turned to leave.

2:40.

After the meal, a polite European walked onto the overpass.

"Hey Qin, long time no see."

An Shibai came over, gestured towards Qin Kun like a pistol, and stood aside with a smile, "I'll give you a copy of the Pope's new book."

An illustrated fairy tale was placed in Qin Kun's hand. Qin Kun put it into the flexible space and punched Anshi Bai in the face.

On the overpass, a figure fell down, alerting thousands of people.

A fight started? !

After discovering that the European who fell from the overpass stood up, Wan Lang was shocked: Who is this person?

An Shibai, who fell off the overpass, stood up and straightened his neck bones. A sinister look flashed in his eyes. He cursed and called several Black Soul Apostles to buy him some clothes.

Wang Qian saw An Shibai walking up again. This time he didn't provoke Qin Kun again, and whispered: "Qin Heigou, who is this person?"

"Taught by Black Soul."

Nonsense! The people of the Black Soul Sect are also divided into three, six, and nine levels. They just received such a heavy punch from Qin Kun and fell off the overpass. It's nothing, so they have to be introduced in a grand manner, right?

Finding that Qin Kun had no intention of speaking, Wang Qian rubbed his nose and said, "Qin Heigou... I think something is wrong."

"Didn't you already feel it?"

"It's getting more and more wrong now. I feel like these people are afraid that you will run away?"

Maoshan Xu Facheng, Pingfeng Zhenren. Fengdu watched Mo Wuji. Folin Temple is wonderful and kind. Zhao Feng of Yulong Mountain, Zhu Yun of old age. One of Japan's four top players, Katsutake Oda. Zalgirod, the leader of the Blood Turtle Dove of the Black Soul Cult, and An Shibai, the assistant of Demon King Carter. The trance god, one of the four evil gods of Nanyang Suojiao, and seven evil masters.

With so many people around, Wang Qian discovered that there seemed to be no one from Mount Fuyu.

What are they going to do? Force Qin Kun to board the Penglai ship?