Ghost Shelter System

Chief Niu shed tears and gritted his teeth: "When Niu Meng was still young, Lao Niu worked hard to send him to Fengdu to work as a ghost servant. It was not easy..."

Niu Meng, who was practicing, lowered his head and became silent, seeming to remember all the past events.

"Master Qin, Lao Niu didn't expect that Niu Meng recognized you as the master. It is difficult for the ghosts of the Imperial City's Evil Punishment Department to recognize a Yang person as the master. I was mistaken when I was Lao Niu... I didn't realize that you It’s terrible, I’m the one suffering the evil I did, no one can blame me…”

The long-brained head of the Niu clan finally got its head started.

The Black Stone City in the Hell Realm was now occupied by Qin Kun, and only then did the Niu Patriarch realize how stupid he was.

Fortunately, Niu Meng's eldest brother Niu Xiong was helpful to Qin Kun. Qin Kun allocated a lot of land resources to the Niu Demon clan in the territory under the jurisdiction of Black Rock City.

The Niu Patriarch was crying while eating. The instant fried noodles were spicy. As he ate, the Niu Patriarch wiped his nose and said, "Master Qin, the old Niu is blind and will never look down on you again... Can I have another bowl? This thing is really good." tasty……"

Qin Kun was speechless.

Next to him, Niu Meng stood firm and steely, with two lines of tears hanging on his cheeks. He didn't say a word, and he didn't plead to Qin Kun.

It seems that Niu Meng is caught in the middle and is in a difficult situation.

"Okay, Chief Niu, let bygones be bygones." Qin Kun paused, "I'll show you a clear path."

When the Niu Patriarch heard this, he said, "You don't have to be locked in that urn anymore?"

Qin Kun smiled and shook his head.

The elder of the Niu tribe smiled like a chrysanthemum and said with great joy: "I would like to hear the details."

"There is a City God's Temple in this city. The military attache Niu Ma has died, and for some reason no other military attache has taken up his post. You can go to the City God's Temple to protect him. Every month, like Niu Meng and the others, you will be given 60 stacks of Ming coins as offerings."

60 stacks? !

According to the incense field’s conversion, that’s 60 dan (dan) of incense! ! ! It used to be in the hell realm, and it was already amazing to take 3 stones as an offering every month!

"Thank you, Master, for your guidance!" Chief Niu Clan was overjoyed!

"However, you are still regarded as a ghost detained in my altar of ten deaths. If you have harmful intentions, you will die."

Chief Niu patted his chest and promised not to make a mistake.

Qin Kun turned his eyes and looked at the hanged man.

This guy who always shouts "kill me" is generally called "Erqiu" in the dialects of some places in the north. This is purely sick!

However, the Hanged Ghost was once the ghost king of Fengdu Temple!

Qin Kun frowned: "Hang yourself..."

"Kill me!!! Or shut up!"

"I think you haven't been imprisoned enough..." Veins popped out on Qin Kun's forehead. I've never seen anyone so fond of causing hatred. You are the first!

The hanged man's eyes flashed with a stern look, he grinned, and wrapped his long tongue around Qin Kun's neck.

"Be bold!"

"rude!"

Niu Meng and Peipei took action at the same time. Niu Meng pinched the Hanged Ghost's tongue, and Peeling Ghost pressed his hands on the Hanged Ghost's shoulders. In an instant, dark straw stubbles sprouted all over the Hanged Ghost's body.

Ghost grass thorn!

"Comfortable!!!"

This guy had a morbid expression that showed he liked to be tortured. He was not a normal person at first glance. Qin Kun knew that there was really no way to threaten him other than locking him in an urn.

"Let's talk about the conditions. Since you could follow Yang Shen back then, you can follow me now." Qin Kun would not give up on a guy who had the potential to become a ghost king.

The hanged ghost sneered: "If you want to keep me in the world of flowers, just come up with some gimmicks to live and get rich. I don't like being alone, I don't like claustrophobia, but I like the excitement. These brats who are not even ghost generals are not the same as me." people."

"What did you say? Who cares about being with you!" As the old man in the ghost gang, the skinned ghost has always been responsible for calling the shots.

He rolled up his sleeves and became furious. This momentum aroused the anger of the ghost servants.

"Who are you calling the brat?"

"Bah! You are as powerful as a ghost now. You can't beat any little kid we randomly send out!"

Brother Sixteen was pushed to the front.

Brother Sixteen looked at the hanging ghost in horror, wondering what the strange uncles behind him were doing here.

"Sixteen, teach him a lesson!"

The skinned ghost spat and ordered fiercely.

"Hey! Who to hit?! Let us do it!"

Four guards in yellow mandarin jackets appeared quickly, their swords unsheathed and shining with cold light.

The hanged ghost turned to look at Qin Kun: "Look, what good do these little ghosts do except bully the weak and fear the strong? As the king of ghosts, am I worthy of being associated with them?!"

Qin Kun took a breath of air.

Being laughed at by the crowd.

How did this guy survive back then... If I remember correctly, Yang Shen also had two ghost kings, the Wuwei Ghost King and the Longhuai Ghost King. Did he and those two guys also talk in this tone?

However, Qin Kun discovered the key point.

Bang, a stack of hell coins hit him.

The hanged man was stunned.

Bang, another stack of ghost coins hit him.

The hanged man frowned: "What are you doing?"

Qin Kun said nothing.

Monk Shui understood, smiled, and suddenly a stack of gold ingots appeared in his hand, and he threw it towards the hanged ghost.

The Laughing Ghost was sitting next to the TV cabinet, throwing away the ghost coins.

Niu Meng, Pei Pei, the Headless Ghost, and the Old Ghost in Jinyi successively took out their offerings and smashed them on the Hanged Ghost.

The sarcasm on the Hanged Ghost's face disappeared and became confused.

He grabbed the Ming coins and absorbed them one by one.

The spiritual power in the Ming coins was constantly being absorbed by him. His physique was like a bottomless pit, and all the offerings had been absorbed.

However, it's not over yet.

Qin Kun and the others were still throwing away those hell coins.

During this period, everyone was stuck at level 39, had never used the Nether Coin Offering, and had a lot of wealth.

A group of ghosts, a Yang man, and countless ghost coins were smashed on the head, almost burying the hanged ghost.

"Look, this is the ghost king who doesn't bother to be with you. Isn't he trying his best to absorb your offerings? Is there any difference between him and the lonely ghosts who snatch the offerings by the roadside?"

Qin Kun smiled.

The skinned ghost immediately responded: "Hahahaha, so this is the Ghost King? No, Brother Kun, we used to be the guards of the Longhuai Ghost King, so isn't this guy on the same level as the Longhuai Ghost King? I am a guard, Does he want it too?"

The old ghost in Jinyi shook his head: "Poor, it seems that this guy is really poor. He has absorbed so much and cannot refine it, so it is still wasted. But look at him, he is still sucking the offerings, is he afraid that we will take them back? "

The Laughing Ghost's eyes curved into an arc: "Don't be impatient, suck slowly, we won't like it."

The hanged ghost suddenly showed embarrassment on his face.

"You...humiliate me?"

Niu Meng was the most upright and grunted: "Yeah."

The hanged man's face was obviously red.

The Skinned Ghost brought a bowl of dried fruits, and while chewing them, he threw money one by one: "What else? How about spitting out these offerings?"

There was obvious embarrassment on the hanged man's face.

I want to preserve my dignity, but I am reluctant to part with these offerings.

Stacks of money turned into money one by one.

The old ghost in Jinyi likes to offer copper plates as offerings. His spiritual power remains unchanged and his form is one copper plate after another.

He threw the coins out one by one and said with a smile: "Master, the ghost king is no different from us. It's just as quick to pick up money and grab it for worship."

The hanged man stood there, his face uncertain, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling.

Qin Kun saw that he stopped absorbing offerings, and the fluctuations of his Yin body became disordered.

Qin Kun smiled and said, "It seems that your theory of superiority and inferiority has slapped you in the face."

The hanged ghost said nothing. Qin Kun crossed his hands on his chest and said calmly: "I am different from Yang Shen. Sooner or later, all the ghosts who follow me will become ghost kings. Are you still going to continue to reject me?"