Ghost Shelter System

Tu Xuanxuan was talking to the civilians among them. The civilians answered seriously for a while and continued to beat their own drums.

"A memorial to...Inugi?"

After Tu Xuanxuan's translation, everyone was confused.

During this period of time, this group of civilians dreamed of a dog ghost, which was very vicious. It bit them to death and injured them many times in the dream, so they had no choice but to come to the shrine to prepare sacrifices. If one person only dreamed of arriving, everyone nearby actually dreamed of it. Wang Qian and Chu Qianxun stood nearby and thought about it carefully.

"Could it be a ghost technique for dreaming?" Chu Qianxun asked.

Ghost arts can also be divided into wall-walking, dreaming, and floating. It does not mean that every ghost can master these three ghost arts, or many ghosts are ground ghosts and do not have the ability to float. Many ghosts can only scare people by walking through doors. , without sticking out half of the body from the wall.

Dreaming is also a kind of ghost technique. It is a ghost technique that traps a Yang person in a nightmare and steals the Yang energy after he is asleep. It is also commonly known as "Ghost Pressing the Bed".

"Is it possible, could it be Qin Kun?" Wang Qian asked curiously.

Han Yao, Chu Qianxun, and Wang Qian shook their heads, not sure.

The fire flickered.

Tu Xuanxuan got goosebumps when she heard them talking about ghost things late at night, but it was very exciting. She suddenly remembered something, took out her mobile phone navigation, and searched for certain locations.

"Xuanxuan, what's wrong?"

Han Yao asked curiously.

"Master Wang, can you lend me the star-guiding needle in your hand?"

After Tu Xuanxuan finished searching, she raised her head and said.

Wang Qian handed it over and took the Xingyin Needle, which was slightly heavy. Tu Xuanxuan checked the navigation on her mobile phone and cooperated with the Xingyin Needle to move around the shrine.

After a while, several people walked into an inconspicuous room in the shrine.

The weather is already late autumn, and the temperature here is even colder.

There is a god in the room, which seems to be some Tantric Buddha. One hand hangs a rosary on the chest, and the other hand stretches forward. The direction of the finger is a deep pit.

In a shrine, in an inconspicuous house, there is actually a Buddha statue inviting you to enter the pit?

The pothole was dark and looked dangerous and strange. When everyone was curious, the oil lamp in the house suddenly turned on.

Puff Puff Puff

There is sound when lighting lamps. There are nearly five hundred oil lamps, emitting green phosphorus fire. The sounds come and go. Although they are weak, when gathered together, people can feel the power of the fire.

Seeing some flames even floating in the air, Han Yao had quick eyesight and quickly covered Tu Xuanxuan's eyes.

"Tuqiao, why are you covering my eyes? I've seen those green fires! Don't be afraid!"

Tu Xuanxuan has been a female host of ghost stories for so long, and this is the first time she saw real green phosphorus fire. She was waiting for curious observation, her eyes were covered, and she was a little angry.

"Xuanxuan, listen to me. This fire is called the 'soul-lighting fire'. If it can illuminate ghosts, you can't look at it."

Han Yao looked at the dark shadow behind the flames and said seriously that he was doing it entirely for Tu Xuanxuan's own good and was afraid of scaring her. But a woman’s curiosity is almost the same as that of a cat.

Tu Xuanxuan pushed Han Yao's hand away, stuck her head out, and looked at the spectacular phosphorus fire.

As soon as my head popped out, it became stiff.

Those phosphorus fires were floating up and down, and something like five hundred lampstands were under the flames. The flames were weak, but it did not hinder its splendor. Each lampstand is held by an evil spirit. Five hundred lamps, five hundred evil spirits! The scene of death was ferocious and terrifying, turning this place into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

This scene came too suddenly! Who knew this humble little house could be so big inside? ! Who knew that these lamp-holders were all evil spirits who died tragically! Tu Xuanxuan's heart closed and she fainted quickly.

Fainting is the human body's built-in protective mechanism. Han Yao leaned over to investigate and found that Tu Xuanxuan was fine, and then slowly stood up.

Wang Qian touched his round belly and said with a smile: "Where can a thing without eyes come from? Can it talk?"

The evil ghosts made harsh mocking sounds, in completely Japanese language. They seemed to be laughing at the three of them, laughing very happily. A thick evil ghost came out, pushed Wang Qian around, and shouted provocations.

Wang Qian shook his head helplessly, this damn thing is really powerful.

"Ghost son!" Wang Gan patted the evil ghost on the shoulder.

The evil ghost opened his mouth wide and grinned, looking at Wang Qian with contempt.

"Don't look at me like that, I'll give you a good thing." A thick earth talisman appeared in Wang Qian's hand.

When this talisman hits a person, it is as powerful as a brick. When it hits a ghost, it will be even more powerful!

A thick earth talisman hit the evil ghost's forehead, and half of his head was shattered with a 'snap'.

Several ghost figures appeared in front of Han Yao, Chu Qianxun and Wang Qian.

A ghost covered in charcoal, with his feet in the brazier, stood behind Han Yao indifferently.

A stabbing ghost and an old corpse lantern ghost appeared on Chu Qianxun's left and right. The old corpse lantern ghost looked at the evil ghosts holding lanterns around him and smiled slightly.

A zombie with dead fish eyes appeared. Wang Gan covered his forehead: "Feilei, why are you standing on the opposite side? Come back!"

"oh."

Fei Lei Zheng realized that his team was on the wrong side and jumped back quickly.

Four ghost generals, three ghost hunters, and 500 evil ghosts are in front of them.

This scene seemed like returning to the ‘Wu Tea Party’ in Longhuai Ghost Town.

Wang Qian cleared his throat and said, "Speaking loudly, this time the Taoist Master traveled across the ocean to find someone. Have you met any powerful Yang people recently?"

…

…

The sky is filled with golden clouds and black rocks are everywhere.

Between heaven and earth, blood mist drifted.

The city of ten deaths.

At the entrance of Kunlun Tomb, a bull demon was sitting on the grass. The bull demon was holding a grass branch in its mouth and looking at the sky idly.

Next to him is a young man.

"Brother Kun, if you don't wake up, the team will disperse." After muttering to himself, the iron chains on the Bull Demon wrapped around the sarcophagus and dragged Qin Kun to the top of the mausoleum.

The young man's weight was very heavy, and it was very tiring to drag him, let alone up the mountain. Every time he was taken up the mountain, the Bull Demon would become exhausted.

I don’t know how long ago, it was doing this every day. The young man in the sarcophagus has been sleeping, and the Bull Demon doesn't know how to wake him up, so he has to pull him out for air every day, fearing that one day the young man will really die in the tomb.

The City of Ten Deaths has truly turned into a scorched earth.

A shocking battle swept through the three forces. Twenty-nine Destiny-level hosts, 122 Underworld-level hosts, hundreds of thousands of Styx-level hosts, and even more Yin Cao-level hosts participated, and even died. .

All forces were shuffled and reorganized, accepting the natural elimination rules of this world.

Many people died, fighting for earth lines, fighting for divine blood, and fighting for some weird things.

Niu Meng saw the dilapidated and deserted Golden King Apartment not far away, and his eyes appeared in deep thought.

"It turns out that the Golden King had a premonition that there would be such a war." No wonder he wanted to win over the host and the host's ghosts. To put it bluntly, it was all for self-protection.

There are not many people in this neighborhood anymore. Since the older generation such as the Golden King, the Black Scorpion Duke, and Sand Zombie disappeared, all the people we see again are newcomers.

The city patrolman walked through the neighborhood in a high-spirited manner.

When passing Kunlun's tomb, the leader of the team stopped, stood quietly, and said, "Isn't Qin Kun awake yet? This land should be confiscated."

"Sir, please give me a little more grace. This magic weapon is still worth some money, do you want to accept it?" The Niu Mo had a shy face, holding a greasy and dirty magic weapon, a nail-headed pestle, in his hand.

The captain had white hair. If Qin Kun saw him, he would definitely recognize him as his contracted fighter, Silver Bat.

Silver Bat chuckled softly: "I think your waist card is quite pleasing to my eye. What do you think?"

Niu Meng looked at the waistband with the word "Fengdu" written on it, and his expression changed.