Ghost Shelter System

The white elephant's eyes were bright, saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, he stretched his nose happily and touched Qin Kun's head.

Qin Kun was a little messy, and his wet nose seemed to be wet from the rain, but there was nothing offensive about the accident.

He stood there holding a basket of money: "Why doesn't it just give you the money if it buys snacks?!"

Qin Kun looked at the vendor.

The vendor scratched his head and laughed dryly: "I cheated Asang twice, and it doesn't trust me anymore... Ha... Haha... I didn't mean it, who knew it was so smart..."

Late at night, Qin Kun looked helpless when he saw the white elephant eating happily.

After living for so many years, I have only seen people become sperms after death, but never such people who became sperms alive.

I helped the white elephant bring snacks. The white elephant was very happy and rolled up a handful of bananas and gave them to Qin Kun.

"I can't eat that much, just one stick is enough." Qin Kun touched this generous guy, "It's time for me to go. Where should you put this basket of money?"

After buying snacks, there was still a lot of money left. Bai Xiang pointed to an extra-large trousers on his back.

Qin Kun stuffed the money in and found that it was bulging with a lot of inventory.

Damn... are all elephants so rich now?

"It's time for Asang to go back!"

Not far away, several mahouts led their elephants back to their accommodation and greeted them this way.

The white elephant screamed happily, carrying his own snacks, and Dian Dian followed.

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Chiang Mai is a tourist city and the climate is also very humid. At night, it is normal to feel hot and sultry and have many mosquitoes.

After early morning, there were still some tourists wandering around the city, eating barbecue.

"Why are there so many bugs today?" A male tourist accidentally inhaled bugs into his nostrils and sneezed uncomfortably.

"Who knows, it just started raining." My friend handed me a tissue.

This is a group of Europeans, shirtless, with black robes beside them, and inverted five-pointed stars hanging around their necks. They are rough-looking, burly, and full of evil spirits.

Suddenly, a strangely dressed man ran towards the end of the street.

Several male tourists were startled and looked at each other suspiciously: "Yamato Onmyoji!"

"What are they here for?"

"I don't know, are you trying to ruin our good deeds?"

"It's not... necessary, right? This is Southeast Asia. Are they going to have a hand in the white guys we left?"

"It seems... you are running for your life?"

"Escape?!"

The five white men were silent when they saw the onmyoji running towards him, holding a wretched young man in his hands.

"Ahhhhhhhhh... Hosoya-senpai, I'm a little nauseous, can you take a break... I'm going to die soon!"

"Young Master, that Bob is coming soon. This time the family has a fate, and everything is about your safety!"

"Everything is about my safety? Then let me come to such a ghost place!" Ashiya Tenma said loudly.

"This is the only way for you to improve your reputation! Don't you know how many people in the family are opposed to your successor as head of the family? As long as you kill Goryanagi, those objections will disappear!"

"Then why are we running!"

"Run? Huh, I just need a marshy land!" Black Rain Master Hosaya Ikeda had a gloomy expression.

There is a small river not far in front of him, and there is a pond nearby. There is no rain in the night sky, so he cannot show his true strength at all, unless he borrows the favorable location.

Behind him, Bobu, who had been thrown far away, finally caught up.

"Onmyoji, where are you running!"

Swarms of insects roared, bean-like flying insects, causing people on the roadside to exclaim. Many vendors knelt on the ground unconsciously and muttered something.

The Europeans were startled and looked at the flying insects fearfully. They picked up the kneeling boss and said, "What is that?!"

"That...that's Master Bob's spell!!!" The boss replied in English.

"Bob?"

"Is he Bobu, the three great masters of Chiang Mai? A disciple of Suojiao Gu God?"

"What kind of advice?" The boss was puzzled.

The white man loosened his boss's collar and looked at the leader with yellow beard.

Huang Beard said in a low voice: "Let's go, get out of here quickly. Those people are not looking for trouble for us."

The group immediately packed up, got up and left.

The five of them really didn't expect that there would be a conflict between Onmyoji and Gu masters here. Could it be that Japan wants to get involved in the area? Internationally, the exorcists of every country and alliance have their own fixed areas of activity, and their guardians in the darkness cannot see the light.

Moreover, they have a strong sense of territoriality and rarely go to other places unless for certain purposes.

Why do the Japanese want to come to Thailand to cause trouble?

Those pretentious Onmyojis never like this kind of place.

The five people walked outside and suddenly saw another young man.

Um?

The young man walked towards them with steady steps and curious eyes, but for a moment, the five of them felt as if they were being spied on at that moment.

"Have you... seen a few chasing figures? One of the young men is wearing a gold chain and looks very vulgar?"

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he slapped his head and forgot that this was a group of Europeans who could not understand the local dialect.

Qin Kun conjured a tea set like a magic trick, made a cup of tea and handed it to the leader Huang Beard.

"Come here." Qin Kun waved.

Veins suddenly popped out in Huang Beard's hand, and he grabbed Qin Kun's neck. At the same moment, he kicked his chest hard with one foot. Huang Beard could hear the sound of his sternum breaking, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood, which flew out backwards. .

The suitcase fell to the floor and several bags of white powder rolled out.

"Are you looking for death!!! Eastern Monkey!"

The burliest white man in the group took out his gun. Qin Kun was shocked and cut off his arm without leaving any room for error.

The gun was crushed into scrap metal by Qin Kun. Another person who was about to take out the gun was kicked in the arm and waist. His whole body was twisted at 90 degrees and collapsed in the mud.

In an instant, three people were crippled.

The other two people's heartbeats were beating like drums and they froze in place.

Qin Kun fed Huang Huzi's mouth without spilling a drop of the tea in his hand.

Huang Beard swallowed the tea mixed with blood and looked at Qin Kun in horror. Qin Kun patted him on the shoulder: "With such poor strength and unruly behavior, he must be a Black Umbrella mercenary. What am I asking you now? What do you mean, understand?"

"Who are you?!" Huang Beard was stunned on the spot after saying this. How could he understand Chinese? And what I just said was also in Chinese!

"You have no control over who I am. Although I really want to crush you to death, that is an old grudge between me and the Black Soul Cult. You should be glad that you are just a reserve force."

These five people were weaker than the Black Umbrella mercenaries encountered at the Demon Sword Hall in Kanagawa, Japan. They were just ordinary people with stronger physical fitness. Qin Kun asked the questions he wanted to ask, then stood up and left.

Before leaving, one of the two who drew guns on him stepped on them. When the remaining three crawled over to test, they found that the two of them had already run out of energy.

"He...who is he..."

"Chinese Taoist!" Huang Beard's eyes were solemn and he was sweating.

"Chinese Taoist priests? I heard that the priests and knights in the sect have all failed in their missions in China in the past few years, because those Taoist priests stopped them."

"That's right! Let's go quickly, he's just here to ask questions... You two should be lucky that you didn't draw a gun on him, otherwise you would end up like Pippen and Bill."

Seeing their two companions die, the three of them felt very sad. They were just low-level desperadoes, and their lives were too worthless to some masters.