Ghost Shelter System

A sudden chill appeared in the hot room, and goose bumps appeared on the young man's arms. He knocked over the cup in panic and took out a yellowed old book from his backpack.

"The terrible legend turns out to be true...you...are you the undead living nearby?"

The young man's voice was trembling, and for some reason there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

On the screen, the mummy grinned and slowly emerged.

The young man felt that his heart was about to beat out. He forced himself to calm down, then opened the yellowed old book and began to chant.

"I swear in the name of Anubis that I am willing to make a contract with you. In exchange, I will provide you with an eternal residence, and you must lend me your skills."

The mummy was startled, feeling that the Yin spirit in the body was drawn out by the other party's oath, and there were signs of separation.

"Book of the Dead?! Impossible!!!" the mummy shouted.

The young man looked excited and cut his palm with a knife. The cuts formed a tearful 'Eye of the Pharaoh'!

He clenched his palms, stretched out in front of the mummy, and opened his palms slightly. Just when the Pharaoh's eyes were about to see the mummy, a hand suddenly squeezed his fist.

The mummy's heart beat like a drum, and when it felt like the ghost spirit and consciousness were about to be taken away, the terrifying fluctuations were forcibly suppressed.

Qin Kun is here.

The windows opened and the curtains fluttered.

Qin Kun grabbed the young man's fist and said with a smile: "It's better to play less of this game of dealing with ghosts."

The young man trembled: "Who are you?!"

Qin Kun said: "What about you, who are you?"

The young man broke free from Qin Kun's hand: "Pylos. Pylos Ivan."

Qin Kun was confused: "Aren't you Wasib?"

The young man chuckled: "It's a ridiculous name, I never recognize it."

Qin Kun licked his lips: "Then please."

After finally finding a guy who was playing with fire and burning himself, he admitted that he was wrong. Qin Kun touched his nose and walked towards the door. Just when the young man opened his hand again, the mummy-like ghost in the room shouted: "This is Master Wizard, please don’t leave, I, I am Wasib!!!”

A ray of red light burst out from the palm of the young man's hand. The 'Eye of the Pharaoh' opened and his gaze was directed at the mummy. Qin Kun instantly squeezed the air and the light waves were distorted. Then, the young man's whole body was Qin Kun kicked him away, and the red light suddenly stopped.

His body hit the wall, and blood came out of the young man's mouth and nose. He wiped away the nosebleed, with a look of horror on his face, and suddenly took out a gun from his bag.

"Who are you? Why did you ruin my good deeds!"

The young man roared loudly, pulled the trigger, and with a whoosh, Qin Kun leaned back slightly, and a needle passed by in front of him and was nailed to the wall.

Tranquilizer gun!

When Qin Kun saw that he was about to fire the second shot, he stepped forward and knocked away the pistol. He hit the young man on the neck with a knife. The numbness and pain spread to half of his head. The young man's eyes darkened and he fainted.

Qin Kun sat on a chair and lit a cigarette. The smoke blew out and the dark mirage around him shattered inch by inch.

'Ding! ’

A reminder sounded in my mind, the task was completed.

Looking at the ugly mummy, Qin Kun still didn't believe it: "You are actually Wasib."

He never expected that Wasib was actually a ghost.

The mummy rubbed his hands, hunched over and looked at Qin Kun with a flattering tone: "Do you have anything to do with me, Master Wizard? You told me forty years ago that as long as I sleep in the City of the Dead for another thirty years, I can enter the temple and receive I provided support. As a result, I slept for thirty years and wandered for another ten years, but you still didn’t send anyone to take me in... I had no choice but to come up with this method to absorb some yang energy."

There was no stench on the opponent's body, so he was undoubtedly a well-behaved ghost, but it was indeed a critical moment when he was almost wiped out by that red light.

I don’t know why the system takes such good care of it. Maybe it’s because of its accumulated evil deeds.

"Well, you did a good job, and this is a reward for you."

After getting 1 merit, Qin Kun spent 5, took out five stacks of ghost coins, and handed them to the other party, "You are lucky this time." Qin Kun still had a good impression of ghosts who abided by the rules.

Wasib carefully accepted it, only to realize that this wizard seemed to be different from the wizard he knew.

He has never seen a guy so friendly to the undead...

Qin Kun dusted off the soot and thought about it. Since it was a red mission, it was naturally important. If it was a rescue, then the level just now would be justified.

However, this fainted young man's breath was flat and there was no spiritual power fluctuation at all, and Wasib was also a fierce ghost after all. How could this fainted young man threaten a fierce ghost?

He picked up the yellowed old book and saw the unfamiliar words on it, and asked curiously: "Did you just say that this thing is called the Book of the Dead?"

In the underworld coin, the spiritual power fluctuated strongly. Wasib was salivating and couldn't help but take a sip. His whole ghost body was shaken. The power of such pure incense was stronger than the incense stolen from the temple. It was rich, and the spiritual energy fluctuations inside were like breathing the special air between mountains and rivers, making him feel happy all over.

Wasib was still unfinished, absorbing the second stack, and said at the same time: "Yes! This is a book on exorcism that only Egyptian wizards can understand. In the whole of Egypt, there are no more than ten wizards who can cast the spells in the book!"

It is an inconspicuous yellowed old book with printed words. Many people must have become interested in it and tried to decipher it, but few people were able to decipher the words inside.

Qin Kun flipped his palm and "The Book of the Dead" was put into the flexible space. He looked at Wasib and said: "I am quite busy and I have to go to the Nile River now. If you want to tell me more about this book Story, welcome to follow."

Realizing that Wasib's eyes were glancing at the Book of the Dead from beginning to end, Qin Kun said a word and walked away.

…

Nile, the longest river in the world.

Due to regular flooding, there was a lot of fertile soil for cultivation under the rule of the Egyptian civilization.

There is a legend that the disappearance of the ancient Egyptian civilization was caused by famine, because during that period, the Nile River flooded less frequently, resulting in reduced food production. Qin Kun felt that this was similar to the disappearance of the Loulan civilization, both related to water.

However, I came here tonight not to remember the lost civilization.

In the suburbs, along the river, there are dense aquatic plants.

Some boatmen who make a living from the tourism industry live on the boat with their families. Qin Kun saw three floating boards floating in the river, approaching a boat with lights.

"It's 'Ghost Tide' Ulvira! And his minions 'Black Crocodile' Seman and 'Mild Monster' Kista!"

Beside Qin Kun, Wasib was crying in cold sweat.

"Do you know him?" Qin Kun asked.

Wasib swallowed: "There are three major water ghosts in Cairo. 'Ghost Tide' Ulvira is the most vicious one. No less than two people are dragged into the water by him every year! Even some wizards are no match for him. .”

Three water ghosts had climbed onto the family's residential boat, and three ghost generals appeared behind Qin Kun.

A female ghost wearing a wedding dress.

A monk with Buddha's light.

A man with hair covering his face and his whole body wet.

Wedding clothes ghost, water monk, sinking river ghost.

"Master, is something wrong?"

Three ghosts appeared, and Qin Kun pursed his lips: "There are three water ghosts over there, please excuse me."

The Wedding Dressed Ghost approached Qin Kun, took a deep sniff, and said happily: "It's not troublesome."

Monk Shui and Ghost Shen Jiang also grinned. As ghost servants, it was their honor to be needed by their master.

The three ghosts left, and Wasib smiled stiffly: "Master Wizard, are you... raising ghosts?"

"Yeah, doesn't it look like it?"

Qin Kun looked at the other party.

Wasib's mouth twitched. The wizards who raise ghosts are all magicians. Such people often refine the undead into personal slaves, depriving them of consciousness and being driven by others. No wonder he was not nervous when he saw the three water ghosts. , but there is still a hint of excitement.

"Like...like...Thank you for the rescue tonight, sir. If nothing happens, I'll leave first..."

A cold wind blew from the river, and Wasib knew without thinking that the wizard's three ghost servants were fighting with Ulvira and the others. If he didn't leave now, what were he waiting for?

Qin Kun put his hand on Wasib's shoulder. Wasib was stiff and showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Is there anything else, sir?"

"Are there any other wizards in Cairo?"

"Yes, not much."

"Then tell me about the Book of the Dead?"

Qin Kun took out five stacks of underworld coins and shook them, "In return, I will give you some more gifts, but I want to hear enough news."

Wasib narrowed his eyes and thought for a long time before slowly nodding: "Then can you promise not to kill me or enslave me?"

Qin Kun smiled and threw the coin over: "Okay, let's get started."

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