Ghost Shelter System

Ukraine, Kharkiv, as a developed country, the hotel is a bit older than I thought.

suite.

Qin Kun was soaking in the bathtub, and Wang Gan's voice came from outside the door: "I said Qin Heigou, I really wanted to beat that old knight, why would I beat someone else? Is my seven thick soil talismans wasted like this? It's not appropriate. .”

Qin Kun took a handful of water and sprinkled it on his face.

Who knows why I can't think about it.

At that time, my idea was very simple: beat the tramp, and if I succeeded in taking him down, I could bring him back in exchange for Li Chong.

Maybe he feels that homeless people don’t deserve to be treated like that.

"It's just a thought..." Qin Kun replied.

"What a mistake." Zhao Feng brushed his teeth and muttered next to him: "Qin Kun, you are a woman's benevolent. You agreed to give that old Westerner a good beating, but you are not decisive at all."

"Isn't that what you said before? You still stopped me."

"But in our hearts we want to see you beat him up. There's something inexplicably satisfying about that scene."

"Yeah, even if he beats you up, it'll be fun to watch."

Qin Kun ignored Zhao Feng and Wang Qian and opened his palm, which contained a bottle of liquid.

The homeless man threw it before leaving the bar.

There was no way to use the liquid. Qin Kun had a big head, so he opened it and smelled it, but it was colorless and odorless.

Wang Qian was also ready to take a bath. When he was filling the bathtub with water, he saw Qin Kun walking over wrapped in a bath towel and dripping a few drops of liquid into it. He asked curiously: "Qin Kun, what are you doing?"

Qin Kun said: "Oh, this is good stuff. You will know after you soak it in and try it."

Wang Qian was suspicious, and suddenly turned around and shouted: "Donkey, I see you are tired today, you can take a shower first."

Zhao Feng was startled and beamed with joy: "Fat man, I know you are good to me."

Zhao Feng soaked in, sighed and hummed a tune to himself, and fell asleep after a while.

Qin Kun put away the vial and found Wang Qian wrapped in a bath towel and leaning against the door: "I've found someone to test the potion for you. It doesn't seem to be a bad thing. The water is also in the other bathroom. Give me a few drops." "

My god, this dog is a real thief...

Qin Kun had no choice but to give Wang Gan a few drops.

Wang Qian soaked comfortably in the water, resting his head on his hands: "I don't know how Li Sanwang is doing. Is he being abused? Alas..."

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At this moment, Heim is in the underworld.

Li Chong's shirt was open, exposing his chest. Next to him was a European witch in a white robe. The witch smiled, rested her chin on Li Chong's shoulder, and kept toasting. Li Chong smiled brightly: "Hahahaha, sister Laisha, Just drink, I’m married, don’t be so ambiguous!”

Next to Li Chong is a long wooden table. In addition to Menoetius from the Pantheon, Laisha from the Siberian Pure Soul Society, Hazlit from the Sion Monastery, and two exorcists from the Ghost Council and the three priests of the Holy See.

Laisha was so enthusiastic and proactive that she could not possibly pay attention to Li Chong's polite refusal. Her look of being like a little bird was particularly eye-catching.

Li Chong saw the other party leaning against him, two white rabbits squeezing his arms intentionally or unintentionally, and sighed that the prisoners were treated well.

This time I thought I was going to be abused like that time in Japan. Who knew there was such a good thing? And he sent such a passionate witch to monitor him.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk...

A honey trap?

At the wine table, these people were all asking about their own affairs. Li Chong dealt with them with ease. It was impossible to get information from him. He was more visible in such situations.

After eating and drinking, Li Chong was taken away. The three priests of the Holy See asked curiously: "How is it? Have you heard anything about it in the past few days? I heard that there are some good people among the Eastern Exorcists. Have you asked? What kind of magic is it probably?"

Laisha raised the corner of her mouth: "Of course. After listening to so many witchcraft from me, he said all the things we wanted to know in his dream. Over there in the east, that Qin is pretty good and good at close combat. Menotio Si, this should be your opponent."

Menoetius sneered: "I have already seen him."

The exorcist of the Ghost Council chuckled and said, "Laisha, are you mistaken? According to the information we got from Van Helsing, Qin is a guy with dominant mental power. If he is still so strong in close combat, If so, wouldn’t that be a genius?”

Laisha frowned and said dissatisfied: "Do you suspect that what I heard is false information? How could Lord Snow Demon's magic fail?"

Hazlitt was in the worst mood. Qin beat him so hard that his teeth were knocked out, which made his desire for revenge burn to the extreme. But some news still needs to be shared.

"His mental power is indeed very strong. My Death Realm has very little impact on him. A dozen Death Fear Demons are superimposed on him, and there is nothing that can do anything to them."

"Hazlitt, your little tricks can't do anything to me." Menoetius reminded.

Hazlitt snorted and turned his head to the side.

Outside, someone suddenly came back.

Noyce the Templar, George W. William the Exorcist of Witcher Hill.

"Why are you back so late? Have you found out clearly about the entrance to the Mirror Realm?" the three priests of the Holy See asked.

"Let's find out clearly." After the two reported the location of the entrance, they said again, "There is a reason why we came back late. We saw the exorcists from the East in the earth. Six of them!"

There was nothing worth hearing about the unexpected encounter. Even if the two of them were defeated, it was not worth mentioning. Their strength was the same as Hazlitt. Menoetius can also fight one against two, but Qin's one against two is not that powerful after his teammates have exhausted him.

"Trash. Can't you beat that guy?"

Noyes looked at Menoetius and sneered: "Oh? Then may I ask, can you fight to a draw with Lord Sisyfri?"

Menoetius's expression was startled and he looked confused: "I haven't tried it."

Noyce's expression was indifferent, and William next to him said hurriedly: "We were in the bar. First we met a bastard from the Black Soul Cult. After solving it, we met those Eastern exorcists. After that, we met the wandering knight Sissyfree."

William's complicated eyes showed through his monocle: "The Eastern exorcist is slightly inferior to Sisi Fri in close combat. Of course, the two of them still retain their strength, and they don't use any magic."

"This is impossible!"

The one who had the biggest reaction was not Menoetius, but the three priests of the Holy See.

The relationship between the Templar Knights and the Holy See is one of subordination. The status of priests is higher than that of knights. Although the Wandering Knights were expelled decades ago, they are still the most powerful knights under the Holy See!

Even though Sissyfri is old, it is impossible for him to fight like that with an Eastern youth in his twenties!

"Nothing is impossible. The three priests, the knight chief..."

Templar Noyes spoke, but was interrupted: "He is not your knight captain, Noyes, do you understand?"

Noyce sighed and nodded.

The three priests looked at each other and came to the conclusion: "It seems that the old guy's strength has really deteriorated after wandering around for many years. However, Sisifri still did not use the holy magic of the Holy See, and he kept his promise. Okay, about Sissi from now on. Don’t mention Free’s matter again.”

The three of them left a warning and left.

At the wooden table, everyone looked at each other.

Menoetius, who had been listening quietly, suddenly asked: "When will the war in the Mirror Realm begin?"

"It will take a few days. Several of the Viking ancestors are sealed in the underwater ice. It will take some time to fish them out."

Menoetius rubbed his neck: "Tell them that we will not participate in the war. Let's exchange that Li for the hostage."

Does not participate? !

"Why don't you participate? This is the agreement we made with the lichs."

Menoetius glanced at everyone: "It's too late, it's boring. Follow me to Kharkov now and meet them. Six of us will go too!"