Ghost Shelter System

Drive, chase.

It’s not really like a chase.

Lahar was very surprised when he heard the co-pilot Qin Kun giving directions along the way.

After the car drove for an hour, Lahar finally couldn't help but asked: "Boss Qin, you have already left Delhi..."

Qin Kun nodded: "Keep chasing."

"Where are they?"

This is an inexplicable place in Lahar, a road with no cars in front and no cars behind. Is Qin Kun chasing the air?

"They're still ahead."

After hearing Qin Kun's answer, Lahar simply ignored him because his words were too ridiculous.

Playing the music, Lahar didn't ask any more questions, and the car sped through the suburbs.

There are mountains, roads, trains, and villages.

Qin Kun looked at the scenery along the way and felt the atmosphere of this country.

how to say……

It was a little messier than I thought, and it was messy and disorderly.

It seems that the religious atmosphere is too strong and diverse, resulting in people wearing different clothes and spiritual outlooks. There are many temples along the way and there are many believers, but there is no sense of unity.

The car drove for 6 hours and it was already evening.

Tu Yong sent a message to Qin Kun, asking if they had caught anyone. Qin Kun replied that he was following him and told him not to worry.

It was dark and the road was not easy to walk. After Lahar refueled, they came to a town.

"Let's rest here for the night."

Qin Kun suggested.

For six hours, Lahar drove in confusion and with anger in his heart. Today, he was misunderstood by Tu Yong and was blindly directed by Qin Kun to come here. He didn't understand anything and Qin Kun didn't say anything, which made Lahar's anger rise and seemed to explode.

"Boss Qin, if you don't tell me where we are going, I will go back tonight!"

"Chasing people, don't you want to see where their lair is?"

"Them?" Laharl chuckled, "Oh, where are they?"

Qin Kun bought a bottle of soda at a store in the town, opened the bottle cap, took a sip, and nuzzled his lips towards the restaurant across the road.

"Hahahaha... This joke is not funny at all!" Lahar grabbed Qin Kun's collar and dragged him to the restaurant opposite, "You want to tell me, they are eating inside, right? Huh?!...Huh?? ?..."

Lahar wanted to expose Qin Kun's lies, but his smile suddenly froze. Because he saw a familiar figure in the hotel, it was the man in sunglasses who strangled Tu Yong's neck!

The man in sunglasses was devouring food in the store. Next to him was an old man with a white beard rubbing the back of his head. Opposite him was another man in sunglasses who was retching.

Lahar's eyes widened: "How... you... they... could..."

Qin Kun pointed at Lahar's hand: "I am helping you anyway, but you are very rude to me."

"Feel sorry……"

Lahar hurriedly let go and felt that Qin Kun was at ease. The depression just now was gone and he became respectful.

"It's okay. You've been driving all afternoon, so it's normal to have a temper. You just bought that bottle of soda!"

"Oh, no problem."

Rahal hurriedly paid for the soda.

Along the way, Qin Kun kept an eye on them with his heavenly eyes, so that he would not lose sight of their movements. After the meal, the man in sunglasses went to a hotel with his companions, and Qin Kun also checked into the hotel not far away.

Now, whether Qin Kun is taking a bath or watching TV, Lahar will never disturb him again.

Lahar began to guess Qin Kun's identity. I'm afraid this person is not that simple. He hid in bed at night, not caring about the quarrel with Tu Yong, and kept asking Tu Yong who Qin Kun was, but Tu Yong didn't let go. In the end, Lahar used a bitter trick and told Tu Yong that not only was he being raped Misunderstanding, being concealed and isolated, he was not considered Tu Yong’s friend at all. Tu Yong's weakness was hit, so he relaxed and told Lahar a little bit of news about Qin Kun.

After resting all night, at 5 a.m. the next day, Lahar vaguely heard someone knocking on the door.

"Boss Qin?"

"Laharl, let's go."

Lahar immediately put on his clothes, and Qin Kun signaled that he was not in a hurry: "Go and wash up."

After washing up, it was still dark and the breakfast stall was not set up, so they continued driving.

Today, Lahar was full of energy. He vaguely revealed his identity to Qin Kun along the way. He told Qin Kun in a vague way that he was a Hindu believer or something like that. Qin Kun suspected that the other party thought he had good qualifications. If he wanted to convert him into a religion, he didn't even dare to answer the question.

On the map, the current position was southeast of Delhi. From morning to noon, Rahal found that they had arrived in Lucknow.

The car driving through this city is more eye-catching than the cities along the way. This city has an illusion that makes people feel decayed and poetic at the same time.

"Where is this?" No city has ever made Qin Kun feel so complicated.

"Lucknow."

Lahar told Qin Kun that this is a city full of music and entertainment. It is the capital of Uttar Pradesh and is equivalent to a provincial capital city. The princes and aristocrats of the 18th century lived a lavish life here, seeking pleasure and immersed themselves in it. This is the center of the Ganges Plain, famous for its many poems, gardens, flowers, perfumes and prostitutes.

The roads here are wide and the buildings are magnificent, even more gorgeous than the Red Fort! One can imagine how extravagant the nobles were at that time.

"Go that way and park!"

In a market area, Qin Kun stopped Lahar.

The goods on the surrounding stalls were dazzling, with handicrafts and silk products capturing the hearts of many women and tourists. Qin Kun and Lahar got out of the car and walked among them. Lahar said: "This is Aminabad." District, India’s shopping paradise. If you want to buy goods, please go to Mumbai; if you want to buy Indian goods, please come to Aminabad.”

Silverware, spices, local crafts, religious souvenirs, the market here has everything.

Lucknow, the ‘cultural capital’, shows its unique prosperity from different angles, and the women on the streets are also very beautiful.

The fragrance is everywhere along the way, and the women with nose rings and fragrant smells have become the best living advertisements for spices.

"Boss Qin, Boss Qin?"

"Ah?" Qin Kun turned his head.

Realizing that Qin Kun had just been staring at the most beautiful woman, Lahar couldn't help but think about it and tried to ask: "There are many prostitutes here. Do you want to experience the exotic customs?"

Qin Kun stretched out his arms to lock Lahar's neck, put his fist on his head and cursed: "What are you thinking! Am I that kind of person?"

Lahar felt that he was trapped by iron arms and could not break free, so he had to beg for mercy: "I was wrong...I didn't mean that..."

Qin Kun pulled up his collar: "But since you invited me so kindly, I have to give you face. The woman walking over there is quite nice. Can you handle it?"

Lahar originally wanted to apologize to Qin Kun, but found that Qin Kun was as dirty as he thought, and smiled evilly: "I'll try."

If a woman walks with a dignified posture but twists her hips a lot, she will probably be approached in Lucknow, and those who are bolder will ask for the price directly.

Lahar had nothing to be embarrassed about when facing women. In religion, he had also come into contact with temple prostitutes, so when he stopped in front of the woman, Lahar told her straight to the point the purpose of his visit.

Then he got a slap.

Lahar covered his face and saw the woman about to leave, so he quickly stopped her. At the same time, after saying something unknown, the woman walked towards Qin Kun.

The woman's eyes seemed to light up.

Qin Kun held his chin and looked at the woman with a half-smile. After the woman glanced at Qin Kun for a few times, she smiled at Lahar.

Outside the market, Lahar saw the woman taking the initiative to hold Qin Kun's arm, her beautiful eyes turning blue. He said to Qin Kun: "Boss Qin, should I wait for you for a while?"

Qin Kun said: "Okay, tell Tu Yong to come over too. I'll come as soon as I go."

Indian women's eyes are the most expressive. They basically like to draw a circle of eyeliner to highlight the agility of their eyes. Nose rings are traditional, forehead ornaments are also a must-have when going out, and then a layer of silk and satin is wrapped to reveal your figure and temperament.

The woman next to Qin Kun is called 'Alia', she is that kind of beauty.

There are bracelets and rings on the hands, there seems to be bells and other videos hanging on the feet, and the toes are stained with layers of black paint.

The nails on her fingers and toes are red, but not as bright as her lips. If her eyebrows were not so thick and her body hair was less, Qin Kun felt that she would be a pretty beauty in China.

"Alia, where are we going?" Qin Kun didn't mind taking advantage and asked, putting his arm around Aria's shoulders.

"Qin, you have come a long way, so I naturally want to take you to the most sacred place."

"The most sacred? That's really something to look forward to."

Qin Kun's local dialect was good. Alia thought it seemed to be the accent of Varanasi, so she asked: "Qin, are you from the Ganges?"

Qin Kun thought for a while and realized that it was Lahar who made the tea. His hometown Varanasi is the legendary city with the best view of the Ganges. So he politely replied: "Yes, I bathed in the Ganges." Water, come here to find the destination of your soul.”

Aria covered her mouth and smiled, her bright eyes and white teeth making her even more charming.

She looked at Qin Kun with fiery eyes, charming and seductive: "There is no destination here. This place will only make your soul sink further."

Qin Kun raised his eyebrows: "What kind of sinking method?"

Aria echoed: "You'll know in a minute."

A temple with believers praying.

The temple has an open-air courtyard with weather-worn green bricks and moss-covered courtyards, with flowing water flowing through the courtyard. There are sculptures on the walls on both sides.

Those who have gods are more likely to be evil.

There were more sculptures like this in the atrium, and the priests coming and going glanced at Alia with a playful look.

Alia said, "They are all Brahmins."

Brahmins, that is, priests. Qin Kun heard Lahar mention it when he was on his way. In local religion, this kind of priest status is extremely respected.

"This kind of temple is very strange, and the priest doesn't care about it?"

Qin Kun pointed to the sculpture on the wall.

After walking through the atrium, the sculptures become more lifelike as you go inside, and the postures of the two figures above become bolder and bolder.

Alia chuckled: "Many temples have sculptures of Yoni and Linga, isn't it strange? Besides, these sculptures were originally made by Brahmins."

"Yuni, Linga? What is that?" Qin Kun had never heard of such words.

"Female and male private parts," Alia replied.

Although Qin Kun was mentally prepared, he was also shocked.

“So yoga is…”

"Those sculptures are all yoga."

Qin Kun's three views collapsed for a moment.

Alia said, and came to the door of the back courtyard temple. There were several Brahmins praying inside, but Qin Kun saw Alia taking off her clothes and walking inside.

There was no shyness, no fear, even the act of taking off clothes was very natural.

The ornaments on their feet were ringing, and the bracelets in their hands were also ringing, including forehead ornaments, earrings, and neck ornaments. They were sweet and crisp. Accompanied by their graceful figures, the fragrant breeze blew by. Four or five Brahmins took a deep breath, smiled, and seemed to enter. The time of the wise.

At this moment, they are closest to God!

In front of the stone platform dedicated to the gods, a lying stone has been polished as smooth as a mirror. Alia's jade body is lying on the side, holding her head with one hand, waving to Qin Kun.

"Don't you want to know...how your soul sinks? Come here and I'll tell you."

Qin Kun walked into the temple with a smile on his face.

With one step, the mist surged out, like a god descending to earth.

Five steps, ripples surged, and the long hair combed back spread out, with a wild look.

Ten steps later, his clothes were taken off, and his well-proportioned and strong muscles shone with bronze in the light that entered the temple. The sweat stains on the muscles made the body look even more wild.

Twenty steps later, she had arrived in front of the lying stone. There was a beauty in front of her. At this moment, Alia dipped in wax oil and wrote the name of this city on her chest.

Lucknow.

Lucknow.

Luck, good luck.

Now, from now on.

Chant, pray, and sink.

Alia had never been so happy as she was today. She tried her best because she wanted to keep Qin Kun here.

Yoga, the ancient Hindu practice method of exploring the "unity of Brahma and me", is now used to cultivate one's body and mind, but in ancient times, the most advanced yoga methods were in the hands of temple prostitutes.

I don’t know how long it took, but Alia felt that she had reached the ‘unity of Brahman and self’, but the other party showed no sign of stopping.

The sun is high and the sun is setting.

The afterglow shone into the temple, and the Brahmins had already left. Alia finally felt relieved. She was exhausted, then smiled, and then made a serious face.

Men, nothing more.

When she pushed the man on her body away, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

In front of him was a handsome oriental man, but... he wasn't Qin Kun!

The man was sweating profusely, his forehead was shaved, his pigtails were biting, his upper body clothes were open, his muscles were not as developed as Qin Kun's, and his eyes were full of alcohol and alcohol.

Alia was in a daze.

what's the situation? who is he?

After being pushed away, the man panted like an ox and looked to the side pleadingly: "Master...I was wrong...can you stop?"

Next to it, where the Brahmins originally prayed, stood a young man. He turned over the scriptures and said casually: "Didn't you take the initiative to go out to fight before? It's not even dark yet."

"No... it's not easy for me to accumulate some ghost energy. It's very consumption in broad daylight... Please, if I continue, I will fall into a ghost..."

At this moment, Xu Tao never thought that one day she would have the idea of ​​quitting sex.

This witch is so terrifying! Fortunately, I helped my master avoid a disaster today! He can be considered a hero!

Qin Kun waved his hand, and Xu Tao finally breathed a sigh of relief and lay next to him eating the tribute.

Lying on the rock, Alia suddenly stood up and stared at Qin Kun: "Who are you?! You can actually know the magic of magic!"

Qin Kun smiled softly: "Yes?"

Alia suddenly realized that this young man entered the temple strangely.

There was mist spewing and ripples surging, but she didn't even care at that time, let alone question it.

Is it possible that he has been suffering from the spell since then?

Alia suddenly glanced at Xu Tao next to her. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Xu Tao had no shadow!

"Raising ghosts..." Alia narrowed her eyes, "Qin, are you from the Eastern Secret Sect?!"

The jewelry all over Aria jingled, and the clothes flew back to her body instantly.

"Not too stupid." Qin Kun came over and asked like a friend, "Where is that old man with a white beard at the market? Why can't I find him and the two men in sunglasses as soon as they see you? "

At this moment, Alia finally understood Qin Kun's intention.

"You actually came after the Brahmin... Haha, seeing how capable you are, no wonder Gushta was injured."

Qin Kun pinched Alia's chin: "Your spiritual power fluctuation is pretty good, almost at the level of a first-class ghost hunter, but it is still a bit weak for me. So I am very curious, why can you be so powerful to me?" Let three living people disappear under your nose."

Alia raised her chin. She had just finished the spell and didn't even notice it at all. She already knew that she was no match for Qin Kun. This man was more powerful than she thought.

But she didn't answer directly.

"It's not impossible to tell you, but... what happened just now, I have to do it again. Even if you find foreign help!"

Qin Kun didn't expect Aria to have such a strong taste. Could it be that she had received some benefits just now?

He nodded thoughtfully and shouted: "Xu Tao!"

"Master, I'm dead."

"..."

Damn it, uncle, I am the number one pervert under Master Fuyu. Isn’t that okay? Where is the usual majesty?

Alia's blue waves were rippling, and Qin Kun was not to be outdone: "I still have more than twenty ghosts with this level. If you don't mind, I will ask them to line up to fight."