Ghost Shelter System

Chapter 1105, asked

Spent 5 days in Cairo.

Qin Kun saw a mutilated version of 'Shazhang' Wasib.

I met Basel, the Arab uncle who is the guardian of Egypt.

Met the ‘Earth Demon’ Fayoutan.

Met ‘Crazy Corpse’ Lubis.

Killed 'Red Fang' Tik.

The underworld-level host who was once aloof and unlookable in the Ten Death City is now nothing more than that.

'Death Row' Black Ivan was trapped in Gentleness by his infant mother, 'Pluto' Li Shi killed the thorn man Fayoutan, and 'Corpse-Eating Titan' Haikoin killed 'Soul Shepherd' Gurius, letting' Xena the Weaver's Evil Bones ran away. This is the result of this battle.

On the 6th day, the task of sealing the evil spirits was completed by either 'Pluto' Li Shi or 'Weaver' Xie Gu Zina, and the task came to an end.

Returning to the City of Ten Deaths, Qin Kun left here without staying for a moment.

Familiar house, familiar sofa.

Qin Kun straightened his body and sat there.

Only one episode of this mission, which was not taken seriously, impressed him deeply.

I met the leader of the Black Soul Cult.

Qin Kun himself never thought that he and the orange-haired demon king Carter would meet in such a situation.

It seemed that this meeting did not leave a shocking impression on him. It was not as impressive as meeting a human demon. In his imagination, the Pope of the Black Soul Sect was at least the kind of unsmiling guy who killed people invisible. Definitely not a middle-aged European with orange hair and a slightly elegant look.

But the endless memories gave him the illusion that this line of cause and effect led him to Carter. It seemed that it was not that simple.

September, the beginning of autumn.

My younger sister Qin Xue has started her senior year in college.

Qin Kun had already greeted Xu Facheng at the autumn job fair. Xu Daozi opened an Internet company in Shanghai. Hearing that Qin Kun's sister was a professional counterpart, he welcomed Qin Xue to intern at that time.

In his spare time, Qin Kun went to Sangyu City, the hometown of the Northern Sect.

Maple leaves, ancient temple.

There were only a few pilgrims on Taichang Street, and the destination was naturally Bailong Temple.

Autumn is a season of poetry, because this season is naturally melancholy.

In a Zen room, Konomi Sao was dressed simply, sitting on a futon and making a cup of tea for Qin Kun across from him.

"You are lazy by nature. If you have nothing to do, you will not look at this bad old man like me with a shy face." After making a cup of tea, Sakonomi set the tone for this meeting.

The red leaves were whirling, Qin Kun listened to the rustling of the leaves, sat on the futon and said with a smile: "Uncle Zuo, I just want to see you, why do you have so many thoughts?"

Sakonomi seemed to have seen through Qin Kun: "Then we will just drink tea today and not talk about anything else."

"Don't..." Qin Kun scratched his hair, "I really can't hide anything from you."

The tea is Kudingcha, which can lower blood pressure and increase longevity.

After taking a sip, his mouth was filled with a bitter taste, but he couldn't get rid of it. Qin Kunba smacked his lips and finally said after a long while: "When Wuwuguo took the photo together, I saw in the information of the Black Soul Sect that you seemed to have fought against Pope Carter. .”

Sakonomi smiled slightly: "Yes. That's an interesting boy."

Qin Kun was confused: "What was the situation like during the fight? Can you tell me about it?"

"Why do you ask this?"

Qin Kun said: "Curious, as you know, I have just been promoted to the super first class, and I am very curious about exorcists in this realm."

Sakonomi nodded, and with the breeze, he talked about the fight.

The time was about fifteen years ago, and the location was Switzerland. Because of his old relationship with the Holy See, Sakonomi went there to clear out a Black Soul Cult hideout.

There was no beginning of bitterness and hatred, nor was there any sense of mission to shoulder justice. It was an ordinary night. The Black Soul Sect seemed to know that Sakonomi was coming. There was no one in the den. There was only one house in the huge farm. Keep the lights on.

"The first time I met him, he was writing at his desk. After seeing me, I was a little surprised. I found that there were no black soul apostles here at all, and thought that the news from the Holy See was wrong. Until he told me that his name was Carter and asked me What's the matter here?"

Sakonomi sighed: "I just started, and I never connected him with the pope. I thought it was just the same name."

"Then what?"

"Then I told him my identity and my purpose of coming, and he told me that the Black Soul Apostles had left long ago. After he knew that my nickname was 'Xuanru', that night, I gave him some guidance. Writing tips for the evening.”

Tea spurted out.

This neither salty nor bland thing is funny, but Qin Kun thinks this absurd plot is true.

"Don't you have any fighting skills?" Qin Kun asked.

"It's a fight. When I guided him in writing, he took over all the words of gun and stick. That article was completed in one night. It was his debut novel and was later published." Sakonomi sighed again, Qin Kun had never seen it before Uncle Zuo showed this helpless expression one after another.

"So since it's a battle of wits...who wins in the end?"

"It should be him." Sakonomi said frankly.

Qin Kun was confused: "But the Black Soul Sect's information says that you beat Carter half to death."

"In his novel, he described me as a mean, mean-spirited old oriental scholar who had no education and liked to drop his book bag. I followed the address of his royalties and found him. He was indeed ruthless, but he didn't fight back."

After a pause, Sakonomi smiled bitterly and said: "Hitting with a stick is not the magic of the judge."

Qin Kun's smile was stiff and his eyes were even more confused. How could there be such a person in the world?

He was in a high and mighty position, able to answer every call, yet he was willing to endure such a severe beating.

His existence seems destined to be incompatible with this world.

Sakonomi said: "After that, a few years later, I heard that he trained a male assistant in order to protect his personal safety."

"Your name is Anshi Bai?"

"Yes, I taught that little guy a lesson once, but he was quite powerful."

Sakonomi added more tea and asked, "Have you seen Carter?"

"seen."

"Don't mess with him. This is my only advice to you. I have read countless people in my life, but I can't see through this guy. If I didn't know too much information about him, I would never have anything to do with him and the Pope of the Black Soul Sect. Connect it. It can be said that he is completely different from his group of chickens and dogs."

The bell sounded melodiously. Qin Kun lay down on the seat and looked at the beams.

The incense was burning, and the smell was light. Qin Kun's eyes were blank, and he followed the direction of the green smoke and looked out the window.

Forget it, don’t think about Europe. Even if the sky falls, China won’t be able to fall.

Qin Kun regained his energy and sat up: "By the way, Uncle Zuo, there is one more thing. Do you know of any method to cultivate source consciousness?"

Sakonomi was curious: "Why are you cultivating innate consciousness? Taoist cultivation is based on heaven and pursues doing nothing. This kind of consciousness is difficult to cultivate. Just like you have to eat when you are hungry, and sleep when you are sleepy, in a few years We are close and established, do you still want to go against the will of heaven?"

Qin Kun was speechless: "Doesn't Taoism all have bigu?"

"Those are all lost methods. Besides, people who are fasting can also be hungry. They just have a way to take the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to replenish their energy. They can also be sleepy, but they just use meditation instead of sleeping to replenish their energy."

Qin Kun scratched his head: "I heard that the top methods of the Black Soul Sect can mess with human nature. After a few moves with Carter's assistant this time, I felt that in front of him, I couldn't muster any desire to fight, and even my fighting instinct was gone. I am no longer affected by him. Just imagine how terrifying it would be to be completely vigilant in front of a demon that can eat people at any time. I don’t like this state.”

Zuo Jinchen roughly understood what Qin Kun meant.

"Then let's do this. Wait for me for three days and I will send you a letter. After three days, you can meet someone with me."

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