Ghost Shelter System

The night is sultry.

Qin Kun never imagined that a butcher who was exiled in another world would spend the night with an international third-tier supermodel. What our ancestors said is indeed true: a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle.

In his mind, the mission of the Ten Death Cities is still there.

‘Seal evil spirits’

Completion reward: Shroud

Qin Kun didn't bother to care about where the evil spirit was, and he didn't bother to ask for rewards. This mission was for a vacation, and it was rare for Qin Kun to relax.

When Shou Kui, who was mistaken for a tycoon, was composing a story with the girl, Qian Po had already finished writing the story and returned.

With a pretty face flushed and a good mood, Qin Kun looked at the time and saw that it was less than an hour.

"Didn't you go to Chic?"

"It's over. The purchasing power you gave me is gone." Qianpo said affectionately, "Would you like to give me some more?"

$10,000!

Damn it!

Did you find a reinforced company?

"dream!"

Qin Kun would never get used to people like this who had no concept of money.

Qianpo shrugged, she had made up for enough for today anyway.

In Qin Kun's hometown, Qianpo's favorite thing is the mirror. The round makeup mirror is held by Qianpo. The girl in the mirror is about 18 years old. She has skin that can be broken by blows. She can't get tired of looking at it.

When Qin Kun told Qianpo that there were cosmetics sold downstairs in this hotel, Qianpo became interested again.

"What are cosmetics?"

"For women."

"how to use?"

"How would I know."

"Is it easy to use? What exactly does it do?"

"Maybe it's disguise..."

Qian Po dragged Qin Kun and insisted on taking a look.

"Don't go, I have no money!"

"Money? It's the purchasing power you gave me, right? How can I get that thing?" Qian Po was thirsty for knowledge.

Qin Kun's back froze. When Qian Po was thinking about ways to make money, Qin Kun did feel a little guilty. If this guy's current method of making quick money was excluding robbery, there would be only one method left, but it would lead to lives. Those high-rollers who spend money to buy sex must have special hobbies, and their tempers are not as good as ducks. If there is a little conflict and they are killed, it will be a big deal.

Qin Kun coughed dryly: "Forget it, bring something to trade. I'll give it to you."

Qianpo thought for a while: "Let's do it this way. I'll teach you an aphrodisiac technique. Can you give me some money?"

Today she took the money and experienced the feeling of being served for the first time. It was quite unique. Now she also realized the benefits of having money. Aphrodisiac was the most common magic in her hometown, so it was okay to give it to Qin Kun.

Aphrodisiac?

The corner of Qin Kun's mouth twitched, and while he was still debating whether he should learn this evil technique, Qian Po had already taken out a piece of orange and pink paper with purple and black text written on it. It was quite gorgeous. The moment Qian Po put it on Qin Kun's forehead, There was a buzzing sound, and something seemed to be opened in my mind.

A stream of information was forced into my mind.

'Ding! Congratulations to the host, I learned the spell: Dieero’

Dieiero

Introduction: Through spiritual power, you can activate your own or other people's original aura, and drive your desires to the gods.

Qin Kun came back to his senses, and Qianpo said: "There are records in my hometown that the time when you are closest to the gods is when you have sex. The psychic can communicate with the gods at that moment. Of course, most psychics only Being able to communicate with ghosts and gods, fortunately, I can satisfy their spiritual pleasure and get their help.”

Qianpo shrugged: "I know you don't need this, but other spells can't be transmitted to others, and the things I bring to you will disappear. This is the only one."

Qin Kun came back to his senses and smiled bitterly.

There are some more redeemable skills in [Menggui Mall]. Most of them can only be used by female psychics, and the descriptions are a bit unsightly.

Forget it, one more skill and one more insight may come in handy in the future.

"Okay, you shop today and I'll pay for it."

Downstairs of the hotel, there is a luxury store. Qianpo's materialistic desires are not high. Clothes are almost dispensable to her. She only bought some cosmetics to keep herself fresh.

When Qin Kun saw that her makeup was no different from before, he thought she didn't like it. Unexpectedly, Qian Po suddenly bought a lot.

"Why?" Qin Kun was puzzled.

Qianpo was surprised and said: "These things contain antiseptic substances, grease, and wine?"

Qin Kun blinked: "It seems so."

Qianpo was overjoyed: "I owe you a favor, it's great. It's a pity that the fragrance in it is too low, otherwise, it would be perfect."

Qianpo was trying the perfume and was in a good mood. Maybe the things she said were of great help to her. Qin Kun shrugged. Even psychics like this thing. No wonder some people say that perfume is a gift from the devil. , not unreasonable.

At 3 o'clock in the evening, the Nile River is brightly lit.

Shoukui may not be able to come back for a while.

Qianpo was experimenting with various bottles and jars, and at the same time she took out the bottles and jars on her body and mixed them with something.

Both of them were busy. Qin Kun was in the room, and there was a ball of green light in front of him.

The light group was deep and green, like a whirlpool. It was time to refresh the weekly mission.

‘Red Mission 1: Go to Al-Azhar Park and rescue Wasib’

Mission reward: 1500 experience, 1000 merit,

‘Red Mission 2: Go to the Nile River and save the water ghosts’

Mission reward: 1200 experience, 1200 merit

‘Purple Mission: Go to the Great Pyramid and destroy the demons’

Mission reward: 500 experience, 1500 merit, petrified scarab

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Al-Azhar Park has a flat terrain, and like every open park, there are homeless people here.

In Cairo, the gap between the rich and the poor is extremely obvious. Once the poor lose the motivation to live and become hopeless, they will become lonely ghosts and wander around the city at will.

It’s hard to say whether this kind of people who don’t work on production are pathetic or hateful. Life forces them to do this. There are environmental reasons as well as personal reasons.

In China, beggars do not beg for breakfast, but anyone who can get up early will not be reduced to this.

This principle also applies abroad. So every night, that's when they wander.

When Qin Kun took a taxi and came here, he didn't find anything special.

The driver saw that Qin Kun had an oriental face and reminded him enthusiastically: "Oriental guests, next to this park is the City of the Dead, where millions of poor people live. Those moths and bastards are not easy people to get along with. Be careful of being robbed."

Qin Kun thanked the driver for the reminder and got out of the car.

The City of the Dead, he learned from the information, is a cemetery in Cairo. The living live above and the dead live below. It covers an area of ​​only 6 square kilometers and is filled with violence and crime all the time.

Seeing the scattered homeless people in the park, Qin Kun knew that these guys probably came from the City of the Dead.

Walking in the park feels good.

This African country was indeed different from what Qin Kun had imagined. Even without the previous civilization, it did not disgust him.

Civilization needs to be respected. Even if it is annihilated, the places that were once illuminated by its glory will still be bathed in its previous glory. This is the charm of ancient monuments.

The park was a bit sultry in the early morning. Qin Kun was walking in front. When his ears moved, two figures followed him.

Looking back, two skinny men were holding knives. They were in ragged clothes and had yellowed teeth. They stared at Qin Kun like hungry wolves, with excitement.

Qin Kun said calmly: "Do you know a man named Wasib?"

"Haha, Oriental, I didn't expect your pronunciation to be so standard. As the host, I want to give you something to entertain you. Unfortunately, we are very poor, so I can only politely trouble you and use my money. .”

Qin Kun had no hostility towards the two guys who were squeezed into ghosts by life, and sighed: "Let's do this. To be fair, you help me find Wasib, and these two dollars will be your reward. How about it?"

Qin Kun took out a bunch of beautiful knives, took out two, and shook them towards the two of them.

The two hesitated for a moment, then were defeated by greed.

Qin Kun still had a bunch of beautiful knives in his hand, how could they be willing to only take two? !

"Your offer is a good one, but we reject it."

The leading tramp licked his lips, a whistle came out, and four more tramps rushed out from around him.

They stared at Qin Kun like hungry wolves. Qin Kun found that he was surrounded, and his eyes were a little complicated.