Ghost Shelter System

Wangzhuang County, Blind Tooth Mountain.

Three days have passed since Qin Kun arrived in Wangzhuang County.

Nozawa is surrounded by a deep mountain. There is a Taoist temple in the mountain called Fengdu Temple.

Ge Zhan was sitting upright. In front of him was a tied up old Taoist priest.

"Ge Zhan! You bastard, you want me to tell you the whereabouts of the Zuo Family Master, you're dreaming!" An old Taoist priest vomited next to Ge Zhan with his mouth full of blood.

Ge Zhan was dressed in black clothes, somewhat like a military uniform. The uniform was straight, the belt was slim, and the boots under his feet were rubbing against the Taoist priest's fingers.

"Xie Tianlin, I won't care about you for a few years after I miss you. Tell me the whereabouts of Zuo Jinchen, otherwise I will break your bones."

Ge Zhan spoke in an aggressive tone and slapped the old Taoist priest on the face, knocking out several teeth.

In the Taoist temple, not only the old Taoist priests were tied up, but also several middle-aged Taoist priests, who seemed to be disciples of the old Taoists. Behind these people is a group of people in special attire.

Wearing black clothes with stars and bars similar to military ranks, there are some old and young.

"Ge Zhan, how can you bully common people like us?"

"Ge Zhan! Are you the leader of a fighting sect that openly defies the rules of the world?"

"Ge Zhan, you are too arrogant and you will be punished. After you die, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell, where thousands of ghosts will eat your flesh, and you will die by scraping your bones with steel knives!"

The faces of these Taoist priests all had scars of varying degrees, and they all looked at Ge Zhan angrily.

Ge Zhan leaned on his chair with a mocking look on his face.

"It's ridiculous. A bunch of monsters and ghosts dare to curse me. Who gave you the courage!!"

Ge Zhan roared, the Taoist temple was shaken, dust fell from the beams, and several phantoms appeared behind the Taoist priests.

Every shadow is a dead ghost. Counting over and over, there are 9 in total.

"Haha, no wonder you are so protective of Madman Zuo. It turns out you are all his lackeys."

Ghost! These damn ghosts are all their fault!

The ghosts appeared, and the temperature in Fengdu Temple dropped suddenly. The group of people who came with Ge Zhan were startled at first, as if they felt a little dazzled. Then, when they looked carefully, they found that these things were indeed not human beings!

"This is the first time I've seen Mr. Ge's ability. I admire him."

Among the crowd, a young man walked out, made a fist with his fingers, raised the knuckle of his middle finger, and knocked on the shoulder blade of a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his broken shoulder blade in agony.

The young man was smoking a cigarette and his hair was combed shiny: "There are not many pain-generating nerves in the shoulder blade, but it hurts like this after a little trauma? Why are you so stubborn?"

The young man walked up to the second Taoist priest, pinched his nose, and twisted him around. The Taoist priest was led by the young man like a cow, with tears in his eyes.

"The country needs stability and development. We don't have time to spend time with you here. I won't kill anyone today, so you should feel free."

The young man exerted force with his fingers, and the Taoist priest's nose cracked and was twisted. There were many facial neurons and the nasal bones were broken, causing the Taoist priest's cheeks to twitch in pain and his nose and mouth to become crooked.

Ge Zhan frowned and ignored the young man. Although he was not as good as him in terms of strength, he was at the same level as him. This young man's elders were among the first batch of underground workers. When Yang Shen was forced to leave, his family's The old man put in a lot of effort.

Moreover, this young man has been in the army for 3 years. He is the king of soldiers in the special forces in the Jinling area and has strong individual combat capabilities. He is the target of high-level training.

The temple is not a place where strength speaks for itself and must be ranked according to seniority. It is said that there are people in the court who are good at becoming officials. Ge Zhan, an outsider, even if he is worthy of anyone in the nine-game duel, he still has his own scruples.

Ge Zhan said nothing, and the young man walked towards the third Taoist priest: "You still don't want to say anything? You know, I won't be too cruel, but my patience is limited, and there are still many things to deal with in the bureau. You raise ghosts, spread superstitious ideas, Those who confuse people's minds, pretend to be gods to make money, and even shield wanted criminals are already criminals and should be shot."

He pinched the ear bone of the third Taoist priest and gradually tore it with force.

The Taoist priest's cheeks turned red and he gritted his teeth without saying a word. The young man gradually lost his patience and suddenly became stronger.

"stop!!"

A fist hit him. The young man let go of the Taoist priest and raised his hand to protect Ben's face.

The young man looked over and saw that it was a man in his 30s wearing martial arts uniforms. He had been following Ge Zhan these past few days. He was Ge Zhan's nephew.

"I'm interrogating prisoners. Are you an accomplice of theirs if you protect them like this?" The young man looked at Jing Sansheng with a slightly mocking expression.

Jing Sansheng's chest heaved: "Feng...Team Leader Feng, are you going too far?"

Seeing Jing Sansheng's eyes wide open, the young man looked very unhappy: "Jing Sansheng, your uncle is at the same level as me, please pay attention to your tone!"

Behind the young man, a group of people in black uniforms surrounded Jing Sansheng.

The old Taoist priest chuckled and looked at Ge Zhan with a sneer: "Did the mighty Tianlong always hang out with this group of people? Yang Shen was really blind back then. What qualifications do you bunch of bastards have to laugh at the Zuo Family Master? "

The old Taoist priest had missing teeth, and the aura of the ghost beside him was locked by Ge Zhan, unable to move.

Ge Zhan was in the first seat, looking very ugly.

The young man looked at Ge Zhan and said sternly: "Team Leader Ge, please discipline your nephew, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Ge Zhan had a gloomy face, and the old Taoist priest suddenly burst out laughing, and the other Taoist priests also laughed.

"So this person is the big dragon head next to Mr. Yang? Why is he being shouted around and looking like a dog?"

"When the Kwantung Army invaded, Master Yang single-handedly defeated the stubborn puppet Manchukuo Imperial Army, and then severely injured the little Japanese Goryanagi River Valley. How majestic and majestic it was?"

"Haha, it's more than that. At the beginning, three mountains, three temples, three temples, nine places of worship, the two sects of the southern sect and the northern sect bowed down, the snowy wizard of the red-haired devil, the head-dropping demon of the monkeys in Southeast Asia, the bloody priest with the big nose of Europe, which one Dare you come here to act arrogantly?"

"Ge Zhan, a young man dares to step on your face and act arrogantly. The world is really not what it used to be."

The noisy voice shook Ge Zhan's heart again.

Ge Zhan looked grim, Jing Sansheng clenched his teeth, and the young man was arrogant. The expressions and vague confrontation between the three people already reflected that this group of people was not united at all.

The young man made a good choice, stepping on Ge Zhan to establish his authority. Maybe it's a lack of emotional intelligence, maybe it's intentional. He knew that as long as Ge Zhan chose to stay in the ninth game for one day, he would not do anything excessive.

Moreover, in his opinion, Ge Zhan's nephew was indeed a bit arrogant.

Ge Zhan remained silent while Jing Sansheng stood up and kicked towards the young man.

Blocking and sweeping, the young man was not afraid, smiled contemptuously, and hit Jing Sansheng with his fist. Jing Sansheng met with an iron fist. The two separated with one move, and they were even.

"Douzong is nothing more than that. If I were your age, Ge Zhan would not be my opponent."

The young man waved his palms and commented calmly.

Jing Sansheng rubbed his fists. The head-on fight just now had already surprised him.

This young man is so strong! At least he is on par with me, and looking at his age, he is about 10 years younger than him.

The older a warrior is, the more mellow and skilled his skills, experience, and moves become. Compared with his opponent, he definitely has an advantage in terms of age and experience, but they are still tied.

Ge Zhan, who had been silent, suddenly said: "Team leader Xiao Feng, being too arrogant is not a good thing. At your age, you are not the only genius. I have seen a person with mediocre qualifications and weak bones and muscles. He is not a superior warrior, but he is still extremely talented.”

The young man raised his eyelids and snorted disdainfully: "Oh? Really? Who is that person? Don't tell me, it's that Mr. Yang on your road, I will laugh out loud."

A group of people around the young man burst into laughter after hearing this.

Ge Zhan didn't answer.

Not far away, there were footsteps, and a young man in black clothes opened the door and walked in.

With the same oily hair that was popular in this era, the same cigarette in his mouth, and the same wild expression, that person appeared and smiled at the young man.

"If my guess is correct, it should be me who Uncle Ge said."

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