Ghost Shelter System

Westan, the Dark Soul Knight.

He is a prominent believer among the Black Umbrella mercenaries. After the Asian branch was wiped out, he presided over the restoration of the Asian branch's operations.

His strength is much weaker than that of many exorcists from his sect, but there are no taboos in his methods, such as using guns.

With a sand spray in his hand, Westan felt calmer. Although this gun was terrible, it gave him a lot of courage.

"Who are you and why do you know my phone number?"

Westan sat in the car, took out the sand spray from under the seat, and rubbed it in his hands.

"Don't be so vigilant. I've already solved the problem for you, two Japanese Onmyojis. Why don't you come and thank me?"

Westan was even more confused. At the same time, it felt very bad to have someone's weak point pinched.

Exposing your identity means that you are in danger at any time and you are very passive.

"Then... wait a moment." Westan sighed.

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In the casino, Westan has left.

Dealer Haosen stood there in astonishment. Before leaving, Weistein played all the chips he won today and won.

Haosen was dizzy, which meant that even if he took action, the casino would lose 1,200 in one round.

"how so……"

Haosen's mouth was dry. The only good news was that Weistein left in a hurry.

"Mr. Hausen, victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs. Besides, casinos are more unpredictable than battlefields. Winning or losing in one round is nothing."

An imposing oriental man appeared with a cigarette in his mouth. There was a scar on his face and two fingers were missing.

"Big boss... I'm sorry... I'm afraid I'm too old to repay the trust you gave me..."

The imposing man raised his hand to stop what Haosen was going to say next.

Walking aside, the imposing man made a phone call: "Hello, I am the big fisherman of Huaize Fishing House. An unidentified man just appeared. He is suspected of being a foreign pagan and his strength is unknown. Please give me instructions."

On the other end of the phone, an excited donkey brayed, and then he replied: "Okay, okay, just keep an eye on it. Junior Brother Zhang, I'm still watching people fight, you can take care of it."

After hanging up the phone, the imposing man shook his head helplessly, what should he do? That means I'm not interested.

This true senior brother really doesn’t care about worldly things...

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Huaize area, Su Shi, Chenghuang Old Street.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the streets were quiet.

Westan looked at the dull streets, not knowing where to go.

He came anyway. According to experience, since the other party could call to inform him first, he probably had something to discuss and was not trying to make things difficult for him. The underground cultures of the East and the West are similar. People who come out to hang out and things that can be resolved through negotiation do not like to use knives or guns.

From 11 o'clock to 1 o'clock, Westan waited until all the stalls in the night market were closed. Only street lights and wild cats were left on the huge street, which made it much quieter here.

Westan called back several times, but no one answered. He was ready to leave. Just then, at the intersection, two guys dressed strangely came staggering over.

Two men with pale faces and rolled eyes, wearing black hats, walked extremely uncoordinated, as if they were walking corpses. Westan touched the sand spray on his waist and narrowed his eyes.

Those two guys are already dead. He is sure!

Even from a distance, he could smell the smell of blood and stench on their bodies.

The decay is accelerating, which must be caused by the Yin Qi. There may be something else inside these two corpses!

"Stop pretending to be a ghost. The two corpses are not taken lightly by the Black Soul Apostles."

Westan said towards them.

One of the corpses, with a cracked mouth from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ears, stared at his eyes and said: "Westan, when I help you kill those two Onmyoji, how should you repay us?"

Westan smiled and said: "Oh, lovely Eastern Undead, I'm afraid these two guys are causing trouble for you."

Another corpse sneered: "Just them? We should be the ones causing trouble for them. The phone number was found from their mobile phone notes. Why do you think we know you?"

Westan put away his smile. Indeed, he presided over the restoration of the operations of the Asian branch of the Black Umbrella Mercenaries. He was interfered by the Japanese Yin Yang Lao, and was forced to come to China to take shelter. What the other party said may be hidden, but it is not very likely. There may be fake.

"Okay." Westan shrugged, "Since you didn't tell the Yin Yang Lao about my whereabouts, and you didn't notify the local exorcists in China, it means we have some discussions. After all, what do you want? "

"Let me do you a little favor." A corpse said, "We are going to a place to release some companions."

Westan's eyes lit up. Will he release the devil? interesting.

"need me?"

"No, a living sacrifice is required."

A strange voice suddenly came from Weistan's ears.

Weistan felt a chill go down his spine. He took out his gun and turned around. It was an Eastern undead man in strange clothing. The muzzle of the gun penetrated the opponent's chest. The opponent said, "I'm not afraid of guns, so do you want to continue talking?"

Westan was sweating coldly. He couldn't feel the breath of this undead, but he could feel the majesty of a superior person coming towards his face with oppressive force.

"I..." Westan hesitated.

The undead smiled very kindly, patted Westan on the shoulder, and said comfortingly: "We need a living sacrifice, but it doesn't have to be you. Six people are enough. It must be alive!"

Westan swallowed his saliva, and the undead thought for a moment, and added: "It is best to be a believer taught by you. You also know that China has many rules of life and death. I don't want to stir up that hornet's nest and cause unnecessary trouble."

"I... can consider it." Westan wanted to use magic several times, but held back.

He finally remembered who the two bodies in front of him were.

Japan's Onnyōryō Tendan Shikigami Master, Tachibana Mihide, is known as the "Light of the Four Kingdoms". The other is a descendant of the Onnyōryō Miki family, Miki Shomitsu, known as the "Yokohama No. 1 Samurai".

These two people caused him great trouble. He also hired assassins to assassinate him, but they failed one after another. They were actually dead?

So, among the three undead in front of us, there must be one... an abyss-level demon?

Thinking of this, Westan's legs trembled slightly.

The undead man who looked like an official said, "Oh? Can you consider it? I'm not satisfied with this answer."

Westan hurriedly said: "No, no, no... we must do it! There are still some black soul apostles in the Huaize area. Believe me, if you want a living sacrifice, I can satisfy it!"

As soon as Westan finished speaking, a corpse kissed him with his mouth open.

The kiss was unexpected. Westan was not prepared at all, and a piece of smelly meat instantly slipped into his mouth.

Well……

Westan thought it was the other person's tongue, but found out that it was a fat corpse worm. He retched again and again, almost all the bile was vomited, but the corpse worm still got into his belly.

"What are you doing?" Westan burst into tears. The stench felt as disgusting as eating shit.

"Within three days, prepare the people and meet here. You will get the antidote. Obviously, if you don't do it within three days, the corpse insects will lay eggs in your body and you will die."

A corpse licked its lips, handed him an address, and smiled stiffly: "You can also try to let others get rid of my corpse bugs, but you only have one chance."

The three undead left, which was very unexpected.

Weistan sat down on the ground as if his strength had been drained.

There were clearly bugs scurrying around in his abdomen, and the bugs had bulged out of his flesh, which frightened Westan and didn't know what would happen next.

Dejection arose, and now, he had no choice.

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At the same time, Maoshan.

Dan would start.

In ancient times, Taoists had a saying of "using wine to produce elixirs". The smell of alcohol will completely dissolve the effects of elixirs, making them easier to absorb. If you add fighting skills, the absorption will be faster.

Maoshan Dan Meeting, after the Dan meeting, there is a competition.

A total of forty-one people, Qin Kun, Xu Facheng, Wang Qian, Chu Qianxun, Nie Yuxuan, Han Yao, Fohai, Monk Miaoshan, and Mo Wuji, nine paid tribute to the Ghost King. Each of them received a Baikudan and were divided into Tiangang groups.

The remaining thirty-two people each received a soul-accumulating pill and were divided into the Disha group.

The competition is very simple. The Disha group decides on a leader, and Maoshan will give him an imperial title and a magical weapon.

The Tiangang group determines the leader, second place, and top pick. Maoshan will give them imperial titles and magical weapons.

These are all added by Maoshan.

There is a dojo in the mountains and forests, surrounded by torches. Wang Qian and Chu Qianxun are sitting on the stone platform as if they were mourning their concubines. If they had known they were grouped in this way, they would not have killed the ghost king given by Qin Kun...

The dojo in the mountains and forests is very similar to the circular mound where the royal family worshiped the heaven. However, the circular mound is convex in the middle, in the shape of a stone step, while the dojo is concave in the middle, similar to the stands of the Colosseum in Rome.

On the first night, thirty-two advanced to sixteen, sixteen advanced to eight, and the elimination was quick.

In the Disha group, people like Li Chong, Cui Honghu, Zhao Feng, and Chai Ziyue had an advantage over ordinary sect disciples, and they all advanced to the top eight. At the same time, among the first eight people, there are also Ying Fengyao of Kongzhu Temple, Qingxuan Guanbaiyi, Tianhushan Yuanjing, and Yunqiu Guanshuoyue.

Zhao Feng was sitting in the stands with excitement on his face. His junior brother had just been eliminated by junior sister Yunqiu Guanshuoyue. Zhao Feng had never heard of such a dazzling Taoist nun in the Tao of Life and Death.

"Alu, what are you thinking about? Wipe your saliva."

Zhao Feng looked back and saw that it was Wang Qian. He was furious, "Damn fat pig, why are you everywhere! Aren't you with the Tiangang Group?"

Wang Gan lowered his head and said with a flat mouth: "Shit, that place is full of militants, why should I stay there?"

Xu Facheng is strong, Qin Kun is fierce, Fohai is stunned, Nie Yuxuan is strong, Monk Miaoshan is solemn, and Mo Wuji is uncertain about good and evil. In this Tiangang group, I am as good as Chu Qianxun and Little White Rabbit. The combat power is simply too miserable.

Zhao Feng was overjoyed and hugged Wang Qian and said, "Don't be afraid. Bai Ku Dan is a good thing. You can't eat it just once. I envy you before it's too late. At most, I'll give you a beating. What you eat in your mouth will be considered hard and valuable."

Wang Qian squinted his eyes, why am I so shameless? This time at the alchemy meeting, all the reputable guys from the world of life and death are here. If we lose this battle in a disgraceful way, how will we be able to survive in the future?

Maoshan's mind is really evil.

Tonight, the owner of Maoshan Copper announced the end of the competition and asked everyone to go back and rest before fighting again tomorrow.

Many comrades were still not satisfied with what they saw. Not far away, Qin Kun also waved and said: "Fat man, we are driving back to the mountain."