Ghost Shelter System

"You mean these were done by Mao Zheng?"

"Well, the body is buried without an owner, it's all a shame. Who knew there were three of them hidden in the orchard. No wonder my master came last year and said there was a problem with the village's feng shui." Qin Donglei sighed as he spoke: "This year is the end of the year. It's not going to be good. Kunzi, go quickly and take Daman with you, but you have to wait until I tie up another paper figurine."

Qin Kun discovered that Qin Donglei was pricking the paper man. He rolled up his sleeves. The skin on his arms had been carefully cut off, and some of the skin was pasted on the back of the paper man's neck. The yin energy around him became more and more intense, and Qin Donglei said: "This paper man can serve as a scapegoat. You can take one for each of you. Just cut your finger and drip blood on it."

Only then did Qin Kun discover that the first two paper figures were prepared by Qin Donglei for himself and his silly son Daman, but they were used by Qin Liang. Now I've had another one done in a hurry, and the fog is getting thicker and thicker.

"I'll take Daman with me, what about you?"

"I have some moral integrity, but these three hairy zombies can't do anything to me."

Qin Donglei smiled crookedly: "Go quickly!"

Qin Kun called Qin Daman and pinched Qin Daman's fingers. Qin Daman shouted like a pig: "Brother!!! I won't cut! It hurts!"

"Should you cut it or not?"

"Brother! I won't cut!"

This silly kid made Qin Kun so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry. He looked seriously frightened and quite happy.

When we first entered the village, the mist filled our ankles, and now it was up to our waists. Qin Kun didn't know what this meant, but he didn't have time for Qin Daman to make a choice.

Qin Daman's finger was scratched and dripped on the paper figure. Qin Donglei pushed it out with one hand. Qin Daman suddenly fell into the fog and disappeared with an "ouch".

"Kunzi, come on, I'll tie this one up and then go out with you."

Qin Donglei was working hard on the last one with quick hands and feet. Suddenly, in the yard, the wooden door of Qin Donglei's house was violently beaten.

Dong dong dong dong, the rhythm is like a drum beat, getting faster and faster.

Qin Donglei's sweat wet the paper, and he hurriedly wiped his forehead, his hands already messy.

"Kunzi, why haven't you left yet?"

Qin Donglei was startled and found that Qin Kun was still where he was.

"I can also do Taoist magic."

"The Yin-leading skills of Fengdu's disciples won't work here! We don't have a city god to protect you in our village!"

Qin Donglei shouted anxiously.

boom

The door to the courtyard was blown open.

The Yin Qi filled the air, sawdust flew around, and the three stiff-haired men staggered out.

"Want to leave? It's too late..."

An old man with long hair and white skin, a big man with purple hair covered with scars, and a skinny, green-haired man.

The three Mao Zhans all have flesh on their bodies, and almost all of their clothes are still there. But the dry skin clings to the body like a tights, and the hair of different colors floats in the wind.

"Hahahaha... You actually used Baijia's money as bait to trap us in your yard, and you even tried to replace our lives with paper figures. Aren't you afraid of losing your life?"

The big blood-haired man patted his belly. His nails were sharp, and his face was made of air-dried skin that looked like it had been lightly rotted. The big blood-haired man scratched his cheeks, and dirty flakes of skin fell down like snow.

"Bah! Letting you do whatever you want will cost you your life!"

Qin Donglei's tone was hard, but his heart felt cold and his back was already soaked.

Damn... these guys came out so fast...

Hundreds of dollars and five grains of rice can't hold them back...

The paper figurine in my hand is just half finished, what should I do?

Suddenly, Qin Donglei was tapped on the shoulder. Qin Donglei was startled and found that Qin Kun handed over his paper man: "Get out quickly, Uncle Donglei, these three guys are so scary."

"Are you kidding me...you want to stay here and be a hero? It's not your time yet."

Qin Donglei snorted coldly, shook his sleeves, and a white filial piety was thrown out.

Qin Kun knows this thing, Huang Tianxiao.

The filial piety cloth was placed on Qin Donglei's forehead. The filial piety cloth fluttered and the three Mao Zong laughed.

"I've seen this trick before. It's okay to deal with those walking zombies with chaotic intelligence. Do you still want to deal with us? Funny!"

The white-haired old man smiled sinisterly, his mouth full of stench. He stepped forward and stepped on the filial belt that was dragged to the ground.

Rubbing the soles of his feet on the ground, the filial piety belt was hung up. Qin Donglei swallowed, feeling a little disappointed.

Huangtianxiao... Huangtianxiao from Guishen Piyi has no effect on them...? ? ?

This... even Huang Tianxiao is not afraid of... What are the origins of these hairy zombies? !

The three Mao Zongs smiled very proudly, looked at Qin Donglei with salivation, and then turned their eyes to Qin Kun.

"It's so rich in yang energy, um... it's simply delicious." The thin green-haired man with a moldy body twitched his nose. The smell of Qin Kun was so fragrant that he wanted to swallow his tongue.

"He's mine, don't take it away!" The big man with blood and hair bared his teeth and spoke, making the sound of swallowing saliva in his big mouth.

"Whoever grabs it belongs to whom..." The white-haired old man also looked at Qin Kun with green eyes.

I can't help it, it smells so good...it's hard not to notice it!

From beginning to end, Qin Kun looked at the three guys quietly.

Stiff hair?

That's it? Three dead Shamate?

Isn't it a ghoul?

Qin Kun lost interest at all, lit a cigarette and sat on Qin Donglei's chair.

"Uncle Donglei, do you know there is a Five Immortals Temple near the orchard in the back mountain?"

Qin Donglei was stunned. He didn't know how serious Qin Kun was. At this time, he even started chatting.

Seeing Qin Kun's serious look, Qin Donglei's neck stiffened, but he still managed not to lose his composure and answered: "I know... the Linglong Staircase and the Xuanshan Temple are for fairies to worship. But it seems to be a superstitious legend..."

"Isn't it still superstitious for you to make paper figures to send to ghosts and gods?"

"But my Taoism is real, not a legend!"

Qin Kun blew out a puff of smoke: "Okay, you are not a legend, and the fairy in Xuanshan Temple is not a legend either."

Qin Donglei didn't know what Qin Kun meant, but suddenly found that as Qin Kun whistled, a big python emerged from the fog.

hiss

As soon as the big python appeared, it swallowed the white-haired zombie with lightning speed, its belly was squirming, and the big python's eyes were erect and fierce.

"A bunch of evil spirits, dare to cause trouble in the world of heaven!"

Spoken words! The remaining two Mao Zhan and Qin Donglei were stunned.

The blood-haired man felt the opponent's spiritual power fluctuations and ran away!

You have become a sperm! Who is the evil spirit? ! !

The big python quickly stretched out its head, and the bloody-haired man was also taken into his mouth and swallowed immediately.

"Master... I can't eat anymore..."

The two hairy zombies had no nutrition in the first place, and the snake they ate was very disgusting. The big python regretted agreeing to Qin Kun to deal with these evil spirits. He thought they were some little devil with no eyes, but he knew they were three stinky corpses.

After eating two, the boa constrictor no longer wanted to eat the third one. It felt like vomiting.

"Thank you for your hard work, please step back." Qin Kun said without forcing the other party.

The big python left, and only a thin green-haired man was left in Qin Donglei's yard.

Qin Kun walked over and asked curiously: "What's going on with this fog? Why can it pull people to the underworld?"

"This is a certain magical power and ghost technique. Can you understand it if I tell it to you?"

"You love to talk but don't talk."

With a bang, he kicked the thin green-haired man's stomach fiercely. Qin Kun put one leg on the ground and kicked out with his right foot. Seeing the thin green-haired man bending over in pain, Qin Kun slashed down and knocked his heel on the head of the thin green-haired man.

puff

Some unknown slurry spurted out from the green-haired skinny man's mouth and nose, and it was very unpleasant. Qin Kun grabbed some paper money nearby, lit it and sprinkled it on him.

"You can't kill me!"

In the fire, the green hair was burned, but it did not curl. The stiff hair was like a steel brush. The more painful the stimulation, the more vertical it became like needles!

"Qin Kun, don't anger him! He seems to be turning into a flying zombie!"

The green-haired thin man burned in the fire, his legs buried in the mist pouring from the ground. The mist kept wrapping his legs. Only then did Qin Kun realize that the mist seemed to be the energy of Yin spirits.

Use the earth to transform evil spirits?

"Hahahaha... It's too late! I have transformed from a green zombie into a flying zombie, comparable to a ghost general. I am not even afraid of fighting a ghost general alone! Can you still kill me?!"

The thin green-haired man had ferocious eyes and roared loudly.

After the roar, a dark wind suddenly began to rise. In the entire courtyard, the mist no longer gathered toward him, but turned into a thick air column that rose vertically into the sky.

The air pillar disappears and eight ghosts will appear at the same time.

The air was absolutely quiet for a moment.

Then, the thin green-haired man opened his mouth slightly, and a stream of mucus flowed out, which was sucked back.

In front of him, a 2-meter-3-meter bull demon held an iron rod, knocked on his head, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Then... you can pick anyone to fight in a one-on-one fight. If you can beat him, I'll let you go."