Ghost Shelter System

"Where are you going?"

After the owner of the courtyard finished speaking, he saw that Qin Kun was wearing slippers and had already walked away.

…

The sudden sandstorm was a bit too scary, and also a bit hateful.

After my newly bought shoes were blown away, I could only put on my old Hardy slippers, and walking was quite awkward.

The sandstorm hit us, and there were the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling. Countless ghosts appeared in the sandstorm. They were all dead souls in the sandstorm. They were howling and roaring.

Huge waves of dust came out in waves. Only when Qin Kun got closer did he really confirm that there were people fighting in the sandstorm!

Not far away, above the head of the Sphinx, a man with three faces clasped his hands on his chest. The ornaments on his body jingled with the storm. He lowered his eyebrows and looked down. Not far away, there was a fat Arab uncle with a smile on his face. Show disdain.

Next to the three-faced man is a thorn monster. There seems to be something entangled in the thorns, and what comes out of the thorns is a humanoid.

The Arab uncle said coldly: "Are you the devils who caused trouble last night?"

The same sentence was repeated three times in Middle Eastern, European and Chinese languages, each time becoming more angry.

Behind the Arab uncle, the dust gathered into the shape of a cobra, glaring fiercely at the guy on top of the Sphinx.

"You low-level ants, why do you call us demons? Shouldn't we be called gods?" On the left shoulder of the three-faced man, the language spoken by that face is almost exactly the same as the local language.

The white robe of the Arab uncle continued to stir up spiritual power fluctuations, and a pale golden star and moon symbol appeared in his pupils: "I, the Apostle of Allah, Basel, am not an object to be arbitrarily despised by others. In the law of our Lord Allah, , I will not call a demon like you a god, you are not worthy!"

"Hahahaha, what a funny joke." The faces on the left and right shoulders of the three-faced man suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared on the left and right shoulders of the Arab uncle and bit down hard.

"Basel? I remember your name. As a named ant that I killed, you should be proud. Curse the chain!"

Two rows of red light appeared below their mouths, intertwined like a spider web, as if they were about to inject a curse into each other's body.

But the next moment, Uncle Basel's body exploded and turned into sand, and above the cobra with solid sand, a fat uncle jumped up and rushed towards the three-faced man.

Missed a hit? The three-faced man was not nervous.

The thorn monster next to him suddenly stretched out, and the thorns wrapped around Uncle Basel. Basel drew out his short knife and cut fiercely towards the thorns.

"This little damage, what do you think..." The core of the thorn monster made a disdainful sound, and then stopped abruptly. He was surprised to find that the two faces that the three-faced man had just bitten at the Arab uncle appeared on him, " Cursed chains?”

The sharp teeth bit down, and the cursed red light appeared on his body. The three-faced man was stunned, and the thorn man was also stunned.

"Tik, you idiot, why did you attack me?!" the Thorn Man yelled.

The three-faced man didn't even realize why the cursed chain he was biting towards Basel bit the Thorn Man!

Uncle Basel raised his hand in the air and hit the three-faced man on the chin with an iron sand fist. The three-faced man's bones were in severe pain and he fell from the Sphinx. The thorn man's chin was also severely injured at the same time. Fall on your back in the sand.

"Poor monster, with this little ability, he still wants to invade the territory under the jurisdiction of Allah."

Sit cross-legged and empty.

Under Uncle Basel's buttocks, there was a cobra that was solidified with sand, shaking its head.

The sandstorm slowly disappeared.

The three-faced man and the thorn man couldn't believe it. After just a few rounds, they were actually restrained by the opponent?

How could such an ordinary person pose a threat to himself?

hateful!

The two looked at each other and said fiercely: "Field!"

The Arab uncle grinned: "He is indeed a stubborn devil, but it's useless!"

Thick thorns emerged from the sand like trees, and the surrounding area split into three parallel dimensions.

Overlay fields!

Basel noticed that two of him appeared around him. He sneered and slashed at the thorns next to him with his knife. He was suddenly startled. This time, the thorns turned out to be half as strong as iron. When the blade touched them, sparks appeared.

And there was something not right around him. He thought that the two extra selves were reflections of the mirror.

However, the self inside can actually move!

"This is... what kind of evil magic?!"

The selves in the three dimensions all looked surprised. They were so far apart that they couldn't be unified.

"Watch your back!"

One of the selves in one dimension screamed, but Uncle Basel didn't pay attention. He was hit hard by thorns, as if being hit on the back by a copper whip. The selves in the other two dimensions were traumatized at the same time, staggering and spurting out blood. .

Basel didn't react, and the Thorn Man's whole body blossomed.

Inside is tender and fuzzy flesh like a baby. The mouth is almost glued together, but it can be opened, and the membrane vibrates to roar.

"Soul-draining Technique!"

Five thick thorns emerged from the ground. Basel was horrified. He injected earth-yellow spiritual energy into his arm and poured it into his knife. He cut off one of them with the knife. He wanted to do it again, but his wrist was wrapped around him, leaving him with nothing. New shoots sprouted from the tips of the four thorns, and they pierced into the blood vessels of the limbs.

"ah"

The slender thorns, like iron thorns, pierced the skin and penetrated into the muscles. The raised barbs squeezed in along the blood vessels. Basel's painful cry made the thorn people very excited.

"I said you are an ant, you are an ant!!!"

The originally blurry and red flesh of the Thorn Man seemed to have been injected with green water. Starting from the top of his feet, it began to turn green. The green and tender juice poured into the body, as if enjoying some great tonic, and the thorns all over the body stretched excitedly.

"They are pretty good ordinary people, but they are going to be my nourishment tonight."

The Thorn Man opened his arms, and another thorn appeared, aiming at the Arab uncle's mouth, and stabbed it suddenly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

After the new shoots of the thorn pricked out, they stopped in the air. The thorn man screamed in pain, and a camel bit the root of the thorn and chewed hard, and the thorn was broken by the root!

The thorn man was in pain as if his limbs had been chewed off: "How is that possible!!! What kind of monster is this?"

The three-faced man was also very surprised: "Why doesn't my 'three-sided prison' work on that monster?"

In the three dimensions, only one camel appeared. After chewing through the newly grown thorns, it began to chew on the next thorn.

The Thorn Man yelled: "Don't be in a daze, stop it quickly!"

The three-faced man smiled grimly, and the faces on the left and right shoulders disappeared and appeared on the camel's hump, ready to be bitten when it was lifted up by two hands.

The wind and sand recede.

The stars and the moon are in the sky.

On the yellow sand, a young man was wearing shorts, slippers, and a dirty vest. His hair was full of sand, and he looked dusty.

Those wild eyes glanced at the two of them indifferently.

"Hey, you are the host of Underworld after all. It's nothing to deal with a camel. Let's call the ghost out and have fun."

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he used both hands to crush the two faces.

The thorns that pierced Basel's body were slowly pulled out, and the thorn man re-wrapped his fresh body.

The moment the two faces were crushed, the three-faced man only felt a little pain, frowned slightly, and then relaxed.

Be quiet for a moment.

Then, the three-faced man smiled: "So it's you. Guy from Genshan Prison, with Haiquin Titan backing you, are you so arrogant?"

Both salty and mild contempt, with arrogance and contempt.

Qin Kun brushed the sand from his hair and retorted: "There are so many three-faced monsters in the City of Ten Deaths. I have beaten several guys like you."

The three-faced man sneered: "Don't talk nonsense. The hardships we experienced when we returned from the Tomb of the Stars are beyond what ordinary people like you can imagine. The Three Death Stars who can set foot in the City of Ten Deaths are definitely not ordinary star wizards. Far from what you can compare to. If you leave tonight, I will pretend that nothing happened."

Qin Kun laughed dumbly: "What if I don't leave?"

"It's a pity that the corpse-eating Titan Haiquin will lose a capable subordinate."

Qin Kun scratched his head. He was used to keeping a low profile. He always made these guys think that he was following the stinky boss. He couldn't bear it.