Ghost Shelter System

Even in summer, there are still small towns in the North where the snow and ice have not disappeared.

The distant mountains are covered with snow.

Small town, sunny and warm.

The sun is not so hot, but it is warmer than the snowy mountains in the distance.

A remote village in Norway, a 20-minute drive from the nearest town.

Remote does not mean remote. It can be seen that this place used to be a fishing village, but it was abandoned for some reason. Those fishing boats were covered with shellfish and left casually on the beach. After passing by, it was decorated as a tourist attraction.

There are many small scenic spots like this in the North Country.

At a fishing pier by the sea, a young man was fishing, and a burly and ugly guy stood next to him.

The young man had orange hair and lively eyes, but he stared at the sea and never glanced behind him.

It is already very pleasant to stay here, let alone fishing.

It's just that some people don't appreciate the fun of fishing, such as that burly and ugly guy.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

After holding it in for a long time, he finally spoke.

"fishing."

"What is fishing?"

"..." The young man looked back dissatisfied, "This is fishing."

"But...where's the fish?"

The boy threw down the fishing rod angrily: "Weird uncle, who are you? You've been following me all night. I can call the police and arrest you."

The burly and ugly guy scratched his armpit: "My name is Hyquin, Hyquin Titan."

The young man rubbed his temples: "Are there no fish in the Aegean Sea, Titan?"

Titan is from the Greek pantheon, and the Aegean Sea is adjacent to Greece, so the boy believes that Titan Hyquin should come from there.

It's just that the other party doesn't know about the Aegean Sea, so he still looks at him confused.

Haiquin sat next to the boy: "The smell on you is very special..."

"Thank you, you smell more special. Like canned herring."

Hayquin still didn't understand what the other person was talking about, but it didn't matter anymore.

He pulled the boy's fishing line very impolitely, and the bait was a burly man. If he hadn't been covered in chain tattoos, Hayquin might not have been able to recognize him.

‘Death Row’ Black Ivan!

The underworld host of the Ten Death Cities.

At this moment, he was beaten into a human shape and tied to a fishing line as bait.

Haiquin found that he had more than a dozen wounds above his neck, and his head was almost cut open with a sharp weapon, but even so, the 'death row' was still alive. The fine chains on both sides of those wounds were suturing his wounds.

"Haiquin..."

‘Death Row’’s eyelids were swollen to a line, blood was dripping continuously, and he showed a miserable smile, "Kill me..."

Hai Quinn touched the butcher knife on his lower back, but the orange-haired boy was unhappy: "This is my fishing bait, you have no right to kill him."

Haiquin looked over. The boy spread his fingers vigorously, then clenched his fists, his expression a little eager to try.

In the end, Hequin gave up, not because he was afraid, but because he felt it was rude.

"Kid, I heard the sound yesterday and came here. He was supposed to be my prey." Haiquin said every word.

"I discovered you yesterday. But... so what? I took him away first." The young man raised his eyebrows.

"what's your name?"

"Azazel."

"Very well, Azazel, I really won't show mercy next time we meet."

After saying this, Haiquin turned around and left.

On the fishing platform, Azazel, who was less than twenty years old, fiddled with his hair, blew in the sea breeze, and shouted from a distance: "Titan, are you strong?"

"Very strong!"

"I'm strong too!" The young man was full of energy, and a young girl came from the pier and put on clothes for him.

"But you are still young." replied from afar.

"So what if you're young?"

"I have seen many hosts, all of them are very strong, but they are too young, so they are not very strong."

The young man was puzzled: "What is the host? And since they are very strong, why are they not strong?"

"Because they haven't lived enough! They don't dare to fight hard."

Before the boy could ask a question, he suddenly heard a harsh friction sound in the air. This sound seems very familiar, like the roar of a cracking glacier, like the wail of a broken ship, like cutting, like separation, like the prelude to the coming of death!

The young man's eyes widened, and a long hook was less than half a meter away from the tip of his nose. The ferocious attack suddenly stopped, and the long hook and chain were retracted by the opponent.

The young man had already smelled the stench of the hook, but he never really touched the hook.

Hayquin is gone.

The fishy wind dissipated, and the still time was restored. A drop of cold sweat ran down Azazel's forehead. The young girl next to him patted her heaving chest: "Your Highness, that person is so scary!"

Azazel recovered from his stiffness, savoring Haiquin's words, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

The other party is right.

I am still young.

As for young people...there is always a lot of reluctance...when it comes to choices, they will not make dangerous considerations. Especially since he has passed the age of recklessness and is self-aware.

The hook just now means...if the other party wants to play it real, he will not get any benefits.

"Yes... that man's aura in that moment was very similar to that of the Pope. Miya, my hand holding the fishing rod is a little trembling." Azazel said with a bitter smile.

"Then... do you want to go back? There has just been news from His Highness that the Pope's autograph session is about to start, and we have to go and help."

Azazel's expression immediately turned the color of pig liver: "I will not go to the fairy tale press conference to be a supporter. It has been me since I was a child, and now I am 19 years old!"

Azazel said, skillfully inserting one hand into Miya's collar.

Miya's face turned red, she felt the rough big hand, and whispered: "The Pope asked you to keep your holy body."

Azazel cursed: "Master Carter is a very bastard. On the one hand, he makes us holy, and on the other hand, he gives us beauties like you. Who can resist it except Einsberg?"

With that said, Azazel stretched out his hand and lay on the ground with a depressed look on his face.

Miya chuckled and pulled him up: "Let's go, the Pope is waiting."

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…

At this moment, Qin Kun and others were walking on the way back.

Yale is not hostile, which is what Qin Kun is happy to see. This time his target is not the Black Soul Apostle, so it is best to have less trouble.

Qin Kun always felt that his murderous aura had restrained a lot in the past few years, and he didn't know why. Before, he hated evil very much, but he didn't have the ability to eliminate evil. Now that he has the ability, he doesn't have the loneliness and courage he once had.

Is it a lack of enthusiasm?

Qin Kun thought deeply for a moment, maybe there are too many demons in the world.

The car is driving on the road.

Qin Kun, the driver, was thinking about life, while Yingmu and Fayoutan were admiring the scenery.

Fayoutan didn't like this kind of place. The vegetation was not dense and it was a bit cold at night. It was far inferior to the Cairo he went to last time.

The baby's mother didn't care.

The men here are classy and that's enough.

"Kunlun Demon, look! That person looks a lot like you!"

As they were about to return to the Wolf House Hotel, a person appeared on the roadside. The baby's mother sounded like she was talking about race, not appearance.

That person has an oriental face.

He stood on the roadside holding an oil-paper umbrella, his robe hanging down, his eyes calm, as if he was waiting for them.

Qin Kun narrowed his eyes, feeling like he had seen the other person somewhere.

parking.

get off.

Qin Kun stood on the side of the road. Fayutan stepped forward and whispered: "That's the 'umbrella ghost'."

The baby's mother was surprised: "I heard that the 'umbrella ghost' often wears a mask, but he doesn't wear one either."

Fayoutan said: "I'm sure it's him. Don't forget that I came from Xunfeng Prison!"

While the two were talking, Qin Kun had already walked over.

"Oriental?" Qin Kun lit a cigarette.

"You too?" the other party asked.

"Yamato Onmyoji?" Qin Kun exhaled smoke.

"No, Chinese ghost hunter."

After the other party finished speaking, Qin Kun choked on a puff of smoke.

Chinese ghost hunter?

Qin Kun looked at the other party's oil-paper umbrella: "This is strange. I know many Chinese ghost hunters. Your umbrella...is very similar to a friend of mine's."

The umbrella ghost sneered: "Your demeanor is very similar to that of a friend of mine."

Qin Kun smiled: "Really? What's your friend's name?"

"Qin Kun."

Qin Kun yelled: "Fart! I am Qin Kun!"

Upon hearing this, the Umbrella Ghost grew taller: "Are you Qin Kun?"

In front of him, Qin Kun saw a familiar Jinchuuriki looking down at him.

The monster squatted on the ground, lowered his head, and the good smell and bad breath appeared in turn. Two smoke pillars came out of his nostrils: "Are you sure you are Qin Kun?"

The monster joked and sneered, while Qin Kun's eyes were dull.

Fengdu Temple, the corpse is revealed to the immortal!

But the guy in front of him was not the Mo Wuji he knew.