Ghost Shelter System

Xu Facheng, Zhao Feng, and Shuo Yue followed Qin Kun with rather depressed expressions.

Why did the situation change as soon as Qin Kun arrived?

Moreover, Qin Kun didn't kill any ghosts. He just said a few words and exchanged a few moves. How could these big ghosts, who had just been acting like desperadoes, bow to them?

"Senior Brother Xu... Since ancient times, people and ghosts have different paths. Could it be that the Qin family is a little too naive? If you follow them to the inner city like this, what if there is a scam?"

The three of them were at the end, and Shuo Yue said in a very low voice.

Xu Facheng pondered for a moment and replied in a low voice: "Compared to the incompatibility between good and evil between Taoism and ghosts, it is very easy for people like Qin Kun to reach some consensus with ghosts... You have to get used to it..."

Zhao Feng nodded in agreement: "Yes, if there is a deceit, it is also a deception. Such a reckless man who loves to fight suddenly no longer needs to use his fists to solve problems, and there is probably something wrong with him."

Shuo Yue couldn't laugh or cry. Qin Kun was the leader of the Maoshan Dan Society, so how could he be described as so evil?

After sighing, Shuo Yue looked at the ghostly figure ahead.

The rotten-faced ghost followed Qin Kun in a submissive manner, which was completely opposite to the attitude of holding the pearl of wisdom just now. At first glance, the city was extremely deep. Shuo Yue dislikes this guy very much.

Qin Kun would actually take him under his wing? Picture what?

On the inner city wall, Qin Kun walked in front, with the rotten-faced ghost following behind, and beside him were a group of ghost generals who followed the wind.

They followed Zhang Bu, the rot-faced ghost, and even Zhang Bu had surrendered to the enemy, why did they resist?

Besides, this Yang Ren master seems to have really come here just for discussion.

"If you are afraid that your king will ask you, don't come with us. We are here to learn how to fight with the big ghost and take over this city. You have also seen that the Yang people are not interested in the ghost city. Taking over is also to avoid trouble. , was criticized by Fengdu. After all, I am a Yang man and a Yin servant. So as long as your king does not fight with us and is willing to surrender, we will leave after the fight."

Those who can survive till now are all ghosts.

There are too many things to think about in Qin Kun's words.

If Qin Kun won the ghost town, they would be the first batch to defect to show their goodwill. If Qin Kun failed to win, he would also pass the blame to Zhang Bu. If Qin Kun takes Nightmare City and conquers several ghost kings, then life will be the same as before. And with so many ghost generals and ghost kings dead, his rights will definitely be greater.

Maybe we can take over the county and big city!

No matter how you think about it, it will be beneficial.

If you leave because of fear at this time, you will definitely not get as many benefits in the future as those who stay.

"Qin Lingguan was joking. Several masters went down to eight counties in five days. They are so talented and we are so weak, but we have tried our best."

This group of ghosts will make up their minds and they will not leave until Zhang Bu leaves!

The current situation is pretty good. We don’t have to fight and kill people. We can just enjoy the scenery all the way to the inner city. It’s so satisfying.

The top of the city was very wide and very cold. The further you walked toward the middle, the colder the air became. Ice shards had appeared on the walls, and Qin Kun also felt a little chilly in his limbs.

You can see frozen skeletons along the way. I heard from Zhang Bu that these guys are Nightmare Guards. Most of the ghost generals present started as soldiers in the city garrison. Only the pawns who can withstand the extremely cold Yin Qi can become soldiers. Qualified to become the elite of Nightmare State.

There are more and more corpses, and some of them are standing upright on the spot. They have been frozen to death for who knows how long. Their souls are still there, their consciousness has disappeared, and they have become eternal ice sculptures, guarding this place.

"Master, I also asked the generals along the way, and there is no such thing as the Sacred Heart. Are you sure that thing is in the city?" Zhang Bu asked respectfully.

"It should be near Nightmare City."

Qin Kun was not sure whether he was in the city or not. According to the system's urinary properties, it was possible that he was nearby.

"Then, there is only one place left. The burial pit."

Burial pit?

"Where is this place?"

"The treasure trove of the four ghost kings. According to legend, it is under the central hall. The subordinates are not qualified enough and have never entered."

On the city wall, Qin Kun stood still and said to Zhang Bu and the ghost generals: "Well, I'll go take a look. Remember, don't intervene when we fight with the ghost kings later, even if those ghost kings have a chance of winning, otherwise you will be If you need to take care of it, don’t blame me for not reminding you.”

The ghost generals shrank their necks and bowed.

Qin Kun had just taken down three ghost generals by himself in an instant. They couldn't compare to them without any effort. This means that they are not qualified to participate in the ghost king level fight. Anyway, Zhang Bu will take the blame when the time comes, and the kings will hold them accountable and return it to Zhang Bu.

Zhang Bu was a little passive. How could he not know what these guys were planning?

Hearing this, he smiled bitterly: "Master, do you have a good chance of winning?"

"Not too big, not too small."

The ambiguous answer made Zhang Bu feel depressed. Could it be that Qin Kun's words were not a blow to him? Zhang Bu really couldn't figure out how Qin Kun noticed him, and with such concern, his expedient measure might have dug a hole for himself.

Even if the Ghost King wins later, his trust in him will be greatly reduced. This is not the result he wants.

He thought about it for a moment, and suddenly a thought came to his mind. In today's situation, Qin Kun won, which was the most beneficial to him!

"Master, I will follow you."

Qin Kun glanced at Zhang Bu and smiled slightly.

…

In the inner city, the streets were closed and the doors were locked. The ghosts looked out through the gaps, one eye after another, watching the three Yang people walking on the wide street.

A monk, a Taoist priest, a woman.

Miao Shan, Mo Wuji, and Chu Qianxun felt a sense of desolation as they walked on the empty street.

The cold wind blew up the corners of their clothes and penetrated into the depths of their souls. They were a little cold and a little tired.

In the inner city, the walls of the royal city are still towering. This state city is like a fortress, full of mystery and unknown.

A river of blood passed through the city, carrying a fishy wind, and penetrated into the royal city. Miaoshan saw that the gate of the royal city was open, and at this moment, there was no ghost.

Through the huge doorway, the three of them and Guizhan walked in one after another, and then heard the sound of the royal city gate closing.

Fog enveloped the entire royal city, and four big characters were written on the stone tablet at the door: Kill all who come.

"Senior Brother Miaoshan, this stone tablet is a bit interesting."

Mo Wuji stretched out his hand, and it seemed like rain had fallen from the sky. The rain was continuous, and it stung when it fell on his hand.

Chu Qianxun patted his shoulders as if patting dust, lit up the sun lamp, and there was no rain coming close to him.

Miaoshan's whole body evaporated into mist, resisting the erosion of the rain.

Mo Wuji opened the wooden box on his back and took out an oil-paper umbrella.

Three Yang people, an empty city.

There were cries of ghosts and howls of wolves, but there was no sound of wind.

In the blood river, countless grievances emerged, transformed into demons and monsters and rushed towards the three people. After being dispersed by the Yang Qi, they smiled arrogantly and got back into the river again.

This is not a ghost, but what is this thing...

"Dear masters, you are well."

Beside the bridge, an old man fishing turned his head with a smile and spoke to the three of them.

The old man stretched out his hand to disperse the transformed demons and monsters, and looked at the three of them casually.

A handsome monk, a Taoist priest who has emerged from the world, and a woman with calm eyes.

"Amitabha, may I ask your surname?"

"I've forgotten my name a long time ago, just call me Diaosou."

"I'm here just for a discussion."

"Well, I heard about it. I can accept the high-sounding reason." The old man put away his fishing rod and chuckled, "I'm surprised that Lao Jiu followed you. He always has his eyes higher than his head."

Diaosou walked to a safe distance from the three people and stopped.

"So, don't let me down."

"Please advise."

Miao Shan nodded and raised his head again. He was already in Shura body.