Ghost Shelter System

"Immeasurable Heavens, Immeasurable Heavens, see the world with their eyes!"

With an extremely large field of vision, Qin Kun quickly locked the direction of the two people in the dark night.

Seeing them driving away quickly, Qin Kun rode his bicycle and said to Ying Fengyao: "Get in the car!"

Ying Fengyao was stunned... She looked at the bicycle, which had a tire repaired, and frowned: "Can people sit on it?"

"Why is there so much nonsense? You can't pull it up or down."

Qin Kun pedaled, and Ying Fengyao immediately jumped into the back seat and hugged Qin Kun's waist.

To be honest, Ying Fengyao has never experienced this kind of transportation since she entered the world.

Diabolo Temple is located near the coast, and the pilgrims who come and go are either rich or noble. Those who are truly capable in the path of life and death are the kind who are treated with great courtesy.

Qin Kun pedaled his car and chased after him: "What's the purpose of those people coming here?"

If you include the meeting 30 years ago, this is the second time Qin Kun has met the black soul knight. These people were equivalent to intermediate disciples among ghost hunters, and they were the kind of killers who would hurt people for money. Qin Kun could not stand by and watch.

"I don't know. Many foreign religions have their own teachings, whether they do good or harm others. It's impossible to guess the purpose of an organization like a religion."

It was also the first time for Ying Fengyao to see these cults, so she naturally had no idea what they were looking for in the mainland.

They said they were looking for a lost god.

This is quite strange. Go to Shen Zhuan and ask what the ghost is doing? Could it be that that god is a ghost?

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At the same time, on the outskirts of Linjiang City.

Wang Gan, who had been filming on location for a day, took off his sweaty costume and kept fanning himself.

In front of him is the female director of the crew.

"Xiao Wang, today's scene is very good!" The female director is less than 30 years old, capable and beautiful. She is very keen on Taoist culture. The filming of "Ghost Hunter" allowed her to discover a new talent An actor with great potential.

Wang Qian chuckled: "Director, I'll go back first. Come back tomorrow!"

The director stopped Wang Qian. She admired this twenty-year-old young man very much. Although his image and temperament were not up to standard, he was very engaging and professional.

"Xiao Wang, I've always wanted to ask you, are you a ghost-catching Taoist priest?"

Wang Qian pointed to his nose: "Me? Stop making trouble, I don't look like me..." He was just a sidekick, supporting the protagonist. Why couldn't he see that he looked like a ghost-catching Taoist priest?

The director was reluctant: "But you know a lot, and the action director said that he has never coached you on fighting moves. Who did you learn those moves from?"

Um...does this action require special guidance?

Isn't acting just about improvising?

Wang Qian was a little ashamed.

He swallowed and said: "Director, I have a friend who often talks about professionalism. I think he is right. I am an actor now. I have to act as I think. These actions are all mine. You're just trying to figure it out. You see, throwing talismans, exchanging talismans, and casting spells are all a set of rituals. We ask the heaven and earth for help, so we can't fool around..."

"Throwing talismans or casting spells?" The director smiled, "Xiao Wang, you really know a lot..."

"I..." Wang Qian looked at the director's half-smiling expression and didn't dare to say anything more. This director seemed hard to fool.

The director obviously saw that Wang Qian's words were not sincere, but he didn't ask any more questions. Sooner or later, she would slowly discover Wang Qian's secrets.

As soon as the director let him go, Wang Qian hurriedly said goodbye to the crew and went to pick up the car.

His car is usually parked at the outermost edge of the set, next to the nanny's car. Everyone was cleaning up after taking pictures at the nightclub, and there weren’t many people here.

Wang Qian shouted: "Feilei, let's go."

Wang Gan started his motorcycle and found that Fei Lei Zheng ignored him. Usually at night this guy would be waiting for him near the motorcycle.

"Flying thunder?"

Wang Qian took off his helmet and looked around in confusion.

Surrounded by deserted villages, the environment for shooting night scenes is so difficult. Except for the director and a few actors who can live in the RV, most of the others sleep in tents. Wang Qian didn't believe that Fei Lei Zheng would run around. He walked nearby and suddenly It feels like there is a special atmosphere in the village.

Is there a ghost? Or another ghost hunter?

Wang Qian quickly ran over there.

"Hey, I didn't expect that there are evil spirits in the east. Hello, I am the Black Soul Priest. I have taken the liberty to bring you here. I wonder if I can ask you to join our organization and be loyal to the main god we share."

A Western man wearing an inverted five-pointed star saluted Feilei Zong.

Fei Lei stared with dead eyes, as if he didn't understand his twists and turns.

He looked at the Western man curiously, rolled his eyes, turned around suddenly, and skipped away.

Black Soul Priest: "..."

He looked at Fei Lei's stiff back, turned around and asked the black-robed attendant beside him: "Isn't my Chinese not standard?"

The attendant shook his head and coughed dryly: "The priest is a scholar, and his Chinese is of course standard. But I think there is something wrong with that evil ghost." He pointed at his brain.

The black soul priest scratched his face in embarrassment, it seemed like this. Has this ghost been buried for a long time? Becoming stupid?

"Ahem, wait!" The Black Soul Priest did not give up and called Fei Lei Zheng again. In his opinion, the more problematic the brain, the easier it is to control it.

The Black Soul Priest said, "If you choose to be loyal, we will give you the due tribute."

The black soul priest thought to himself, no matter how stupid this guy is, the worshiper will always know, right?

worship? !

Fei Lei's eyes brightened obviously, but he rolled his eyes and replied: "But I have a master."

Well……

The black soul priest saw that his expression didn't look like he was lying, and he clicked his tongue.

This zombie evil spirit is full of hostility and has an aura of destruction like thunder and punishment. It is obviously very difficult to control.

He actually has a master?

Can Eastern cults also control such powerful evil spirits?

"Who is your master? Can you introduce him to us?"

Fei Leizhang's eyes widened, he rolled his eyes, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "His name is Xiaopang."

whatthe!

Tell me who the little fat guy is? Are you sure this isn't amusement for me?

Although Fei Leizong's brain is a bit stupid, he also knows that he cannot call his master by his first name, and his emotional intelligence is not enough for him to get along with his master. So he thought about it, and it was more appropriate to say the word "little fat". After all, Qin Kun's ghosts were also called that, like an honorific.

When the Black Soul Priest saw Fei Lei Zheng was about to leave, he hurriedly called a black-robed attendant to stop him, but Feilei Zong seemed to be impatient and punched the black-robed attendant next to him!

This punch was extremely sharp, carrying the power of thunder and lightning, making it impossible for people to avoid it!

Coffin sealing fist!

The black-robed attendant was hit on the cheek. Suddenly, a coffin appeared in the empty space, and the black-robed attendant disappeared!

The black soul priest's eyes widened, what kind of magic is this?

How is it possible...an extra coffin appeared out of thin air? ? ?

His dignified priest, his attendant, equal to the Black Soul Knight in terms of rank, was actually sealed in a coffin by an evil ghost, unable to fight back?

This...how is this possible!

Fei Leizheng gave the black soul priest a warning look, and jumped away. The black soul priest's sullen face was stamped on the coffin, and a red light appeared in his palm, which shattered the coffin.

It’s just that the attendant inside turned into a charred corpse. It looked like he had been dead for many years...

Another attendant was in disbelief: "Sir, what is going on?"

It stands to reason that the people in their organization are much more resistant to dark magic.

But in the blink of an eye, a companion was killed, which is simply unbelievable...

The Black Soul Priest felt a person coming towards this side and waved his hand hurriedly, smashing the charred corpse into dregs.

"Let's go first! His master is probably a big shot in the Eastern cult. We shouldn't conflict with them yet."

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