Ghost Shelter System

In Nightmare City, heavy rain fell gradually.

On the wall of the royal city, a ghostly figure was carrying a bag, his cheeks wet by the rain.

The ghost had a frown on his face, standing on the wall and looking down, staring at Xu Facheng, his smile gradually fading away.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty??" Someone shouted from behind.

Ghost Shadow was soaked all over. He saw the official certificate falling to the ground again and came to his senses: "Have you guys considered it?"

Guan Pian couldn't take it away. He tried it. Every time he was about to step outside the walls of the royal city, this thing would appear automatically, as if it was bound by an inexplicable law and could not leave the royal city for even half a step.

In front of him, the ghost general was kneeling on the ground, looking at each other hastily.

These guys were all the ones who blocked Xu Facheng together with Zhang Bu, and they had nominally surrendered to Qin Kun. When they were watching the battle in the city, they didn't expect that the person waiting for them was the Lord of Nightmare State.

"Your Majesty... I am aware of my guilt..."

"I'm not blaming you, but I'm asking you what are your plans? Will you surrender to the new master, or will you leave with me?"

After waiting for a while, no one spoke to follow, so Guiying finally understood.

People have their own ambitions, and so do ghosts. Even if he is dead, he can feel comfortable in the underworld, why should he go into the mountains with himself and become a thief?

The ghost did not force them, and sighed slightly: "Qiao Rang."

"My subordinate is here!"

"Help me call the Taoist master who served Zhang Bu."

"Your Majesty...these Yang people are very strong...it is not appropriate to fight with them anymore..."

"If you don't fight, give this thing to him, and he should come to see me." Ghost Shadow threw Guan Ping over.

Qiao let his pupils shrink for a long while before taking the order and leaving.

…

it is finally over.

Their tired bodies and minds seemed to be relieved at this moment. They knew that there was still a ghost king in the city, but if he didn't show up, they probably didn't want to fight him.

"Qin Kun, are you going back?"

Xu Facheng walked up the steps, sat down on the ground, and finally reached the point where he could condense thunder with Qi... It was great that he no longer had to squeeze out his vitality to perform forbidden spells, and no longer had to hold up his head of half-black and half-white hair.

After a sudden escape, Xu Facheng and Mo Wuji were promoted to the first level. Their aura was completely different from before, but their calm attitude was much more pleasing to the eye than their previous arrogant appearance.

This may be the capital that gives you the confidence to take everything lightly.

"I have to find something." Qin Kun replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ghost general in armor ran over.

"Master Qin"

"Qiao Rang?" Qin Kun was surprised.

If I remember correctly, this is the ghost general who Zhang Bu begged to save.

Qiao Rang no longer looked as arrogant as before. He knelt on the ground respectfully and held up his official certificate.

"My king, please tell me!"

There was a thud, and everyone's hearts jumped.

Xu Facheng stood up, Mo Wuji turned his head, and his mask turned into a black face.

When Qin Kun saw Qiao Rang presenting his official title, he smiled and said, "Lead the way."

Mo Wuji and Xu Facheng pressed their shoulders to the left and right at the same time: "Let's meet the Lord of Nightmare State together."

Qin Kun comforted him: "Don't worry, I've given you my official credentials, so there shouldn't be any hostility. If you really threaten me, I can hold on until you come to support me."

Xu Facheng and Mo Wuji looked at each other and let go.

…

Qin Kun followed Qiao Rang up the city wall, and at the corner, he saw the Lord of Nightmare State for the first time.

It is exactly the same as the statue in the central hall. It has a sad face, a bit of refinement, and a knife stuck in the back. It is not as wild as other ghost kings, but a little cowardly.

"How comfortable is it for Master to plunder my grave?" the cowardly-faced swordsman asked with a wry smile.

Qin Kun was helpless: "This great king looks down on me so much. This is all I do."

He generously took out the Sacred Heart and showed it to the other party.

"Oh? It turns out that the master came here for this thing."

"you know?"

"Well, this thing was cut out from the chest of a monster when I was a bandit."

Only then did Qin Kun remember that the other party was called the Heart-Sealing Ghost King.

One person and one ghost fell into silence. The Heart-Sealing Ghost King put his hands in his sleeves and asked, "What's your surname, Master?"

"Qin Kun."

"They called me Feng Yida."

Qin Kun blinked: "Like a hero..."

The Heart-Sealing Ghost King smiled bitterly: "Is there any..."

"Do you have something to do with me? According to logic, I took your city and it should be a hostile relationship. Although the king looks a little timid, there is a fierce look in his eyes. Why do you endure it?"

"Can this be seen?" The Heart-Sealing Ghost King pursed his lips, "Okay, I heard that Zhang Bu surrendered to you..."

"Yes, you want to kill him?"

"Master, I misunderstood. I just want to ask, can I also surrender to you?"

"Purpose." Qin Kun didn't think he was that charming.

The Heart-Sealing Ghost King suddenly felt a little relaxed. Being able to ask about the purpose meant that it could be discussed.

"I want to go to the underworld and make sure I don't do anything bad..."

"No!" Under the city, Mo Wuji and Xu Facheng suddenly walked up, along with Miaoshan and the others.

Um?

Suddenly, Qin Kun felt a murderous aura emanating from the Heart-Sealing Ghost King, and it disappeared in a flash.

"Tell me your true purpose." Qin Kun's tone remained calm, but his eyes became sharp.

The Heart-Sealing Ghost King narrowed his eyes: "I really want to go to the underworld. Of course, if there is a chance, I will find an opportunity to learn from this master."

The Heart-Sealing Ghost King glanced at Xu Facheng from the corner of his eye.

"oh?"

Xu Facheng walked over with his hands in his hands, looked at the Heart-Sealing Ghost King and said, "Do you want to avenge that bastard fish?"

The Heart-Sealing Ghost King's face twitched, and the knife behind his back quickly jumped into his hand, "Master's Taoism is superb, can I ask for some advice?"

For a moment, Xu Facheng felt his heart skip a beat, but he said calmly: "Come on."

"stop."

Qin Kun looked at the Heart-Sealing Ghost King, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his thoughts: "What other purpose is there?"

Fengxin Ghost King glanced at Miaoshan and Qianqiu Ghost King in the distance.

"Huang Laojiu killed Shi Biao, and he must be beaten. Since he has surrendered to the new master, I have to blame the monk for this."

He glanced at Mo Wuji and the old fisherman again.

"As for Diaosou, he also needs to be beaten. This Taoist opera singer also needs to know how to do it."

"Your Excellency is a little arrogant, why don't you take action now?" Mo Wuji, Miaoshan's heart skipped a beat at the same time, and he said with a half-smile.

The Heart-Sealing Ghost King held the knife and suddenly rose up. Qin Kun grabbed his wrist and dragged him back to the original place.

"I promise you."

Qin Kun turned around and said, "Stop arguing. Let's leave some accounts to be settled in the underworld. What do you think?"

At this stage, they are exhausted.

The moment he caught the Heart-Sealing Ghost King, Qin Kun's palms stung, and he suddenly felt an illusion in his heart, as if he couldn't do anything to him.

If no one objects, then it is agreed.

…

…

These ten days are too long.

Someone has calculated the utilization rate of time. There is a certain relationship between utilization rate and feedback results. When people are bored and relaxed, the entertainment feedback they get makes time pass very quickly. If you focus on something with a long feedback cycle, your days will almost feel like years.

After such a long cycle, Xu Facheng and Mo Wuji received the most satisfactory feedback results.

So when they returned to the closed laboratory, the stench was overwhelming, and the two of them waited calmly for Qin Kun to remove the restraints on his hands and feet.

Moving his wrists and feeling a little weak, Xu Facheng asked, "When are you going to take a shower?"

In the closed laboratory, Shuo Yue screamed, which made Xu Facheng frown and cover his ears. After hearing the sound, Shuo Yue blushed and pointed at Qin Kun with a sword.

Qin Kun surrendered with both hands: "Sister...if you have something to say, please say it!"

"Get out!" Shuo Yue shouted, "I want to take a bath!"

"Sister Shuo Yue, your idol baggage is too heavy... I didn't see anything, I didn't smell anything!"

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he ran away. A sword passed by him and was nailed to the bed next to him.

Mo Wuji shrank his neck and hurriedly asked what was wrong. Xu Facheng hugged his shoulders and hurriedly walked out: "It's okay, don't ask any more questions... I have just been promoted to the super first class. Don't get hacked to death for talking too much. It's not worth it..."