Ghost Shelter System

Shirakami Forest.

Is that the name?

Qin Kun recalled Bai Tu’s former territory.

The forest in my memory is very similar to this place, as if the Baishen Forest back then was moved to Yuanshi Prison.

The gloomy, smoke-filled Ten Death Prisons always have a burning smell accompanied by blood, but it is different here.

The entire forest is quiet, damp and cold, and the unknown birds chirping echo, making the forest even more empty.

The air is not as oppressive and violent as the Ten Death City.

Xixisuosuo.

Qin Kun stepped on the leaves, accompanied by the sound of footsteps around him.

Looking down from the sky, the line of sight cannot penetrate the layers of leaves, as if the inherent laws do not allow this forest to be spied on.

"It's not too late to step back now."

Outside the forest, the dirty priest reminded.

Qin Kun ignored it.

"An old friend is here to visit and wants to meet Lord Shirakami. Friends who are watching, can you show me the way?"

Qin Kun's voice penetrated the forest, and a code like a bird's call suddenly appeared in the forest.

There were screams of varying lengths and rapid frequency, and the noise around them became even louder. Suddenly, several wooden arrows were shot.

Qin Kun flipped his palm and held the dagger Zilu in his backhand. The tip of the knife seemed to be alive and knocked down all the wooden arrows.

instinct.

Qin Kun walked forward under the control of his conscious mind. The dagger automatically defended under the control of his subconscious mind. His movements were smooth and there was no trace of panic!

He walked calmly, surprising the person lurking in the forest. He came so quickly!

"Is this the way Tenki Domu treats guests?"

Qin Kun stepped forward quickly, and suddenly a vine net appeared among the fallen leaves, lifting Qin Kun up.

The vine net shrank, Qin Kun's dagger slashed horizontally, leaving a shallow white mark on the vine net.

Suspended in the air by the vine net, a white-haired man appeared on the opposite branch. He folded his hands on his chest and looked down at Qin Kun: "Sir Baishen said that there are no guests in this magic city."

The white-haired man was burly and looked very young. In the dim forest, there was a gleam of light in the man's eyes.

Ming blanket?

That's the choroid that only exists in the eyes of beasts.

"No visitors, okay."

The dagger could not cut through the vine net. Qin Kun grabbed the big net with both hands and tore it to both sides. The white-haired warrior chuckled: "This is a net made of black gold roses, so don't bother."

collapse

With a sudden shout and the sound of the vines collapsing echoing in the forest, Qin Kun pulled out a big hole in the vine net and jumped to the ground.

Although the rattan is strong, it is not strong after being woven. It only takes a little effort to break this small net with your own strength.

The soldier's body stiffened slightly, and when he looked at Qin Kun, his eyes had changed.

Qin Kun dusted off his clothes, said goodbye, and walked out.

"etc."

Several people surrounded Qin Kun.

Qin Kun turned around and said, "Is there anything else?"

"You can go see your lord." The white-haired warrior came to Qin Kun and held his head high. "The people of Baishen welcome guests like you."

…

The forest was deep and deep. Not long after walking forward, we entered the foggy area. The white mist filled the air and made it difficult to see. After walking out of the foggy area, a wider forest came into view.

When the Sky Eye looked down again, there was no trace of the Ten Death Cities around.

Could it be that he has already arrived at Bai Tu’s hometown?

The aura of primitive wilderness hit us. Although we were not so desolate as to slash and burn and drink blood, we were not far off.

In the forest, white-haired warriors kept coming back from hunting, while some women were gathering and weaving.

This place is still in the era of manual work, but it seems that their physiques are different from ordinary people, and their manual efficiency is very high. Qin Kun saw rattan, turtle shells and other objects quickly turned into finished products under the woman's exquisite craftsmanship.

The cracks in the turtle shell were filled with strange paint, which instantly became radiant. The wristbands and leather armor tied to the body were engraved with unknown patterns, which did not look like ordinary products.

"Why are so many armors made?"

Qin Kun asked casually.

The white-haired warrior puffed out his nose and sneered: "The white gods of the past have existed to suppress the demons. Countless demons will run out of this forest. To protect you, the white-haired warriors will naturally be armed."

Prevention?

There were children playing not far away. Seeing them running into the forest, a woman suddenly grabbed the children and scolded them: "Why are you running around! Don't you know there is a magic city in the forest? Those devils will kill you." !”

The child was brought home crying, obviously frightened.

The White God warrior looked at Qin Kun and sneered: "Let's go, your Lord's temple is still far away."

In the forest, there are many Baimao people, scattered into tribal groups. On the highest cliff, a warrior stone statue stands there, dozens of meters high from bottom to top, guarding the edge of the forest.

After leaving the forest, on a plain with a fast river, Qin Kun saw a large fortress-like city not far away.

"one two three four five six?!"

Even the well-informed Qin Kun was stunned. The big city was divided into six floors, and it was hard to describe it with two words: majestic. If he had not seen the manual efficiency of the White Hair Tribe before, Qin Kun would have thought that this kind of big city could only Describe it as a miracle.

After entering the city, we went directly to the second floor.

The first floor is underground in the city and never sees sunlight all day long. Those people are called ghost slaves.

The second floor is full of ordinary residents.

The third floor is for the nobility and the market.

There are already private residences on the fourth and fifth floors.

The sixth floor is a temple.

Spacious, tall, empty and solemn.

There are not many guards, because the people in the temple are the strongest warriors here. No foreigner dares to break into this place.

The White God warrior who led the way came here, bowed and then left.

The two stone statues guarding the door remained silent.

Qin Kun raised his head, looked at the ten-meter-tall temple door, and stepped in.

Everything here is made of stone, cold stone, with inherent alienation and indifference, which makes Qin Kun have a particularly strong awareness of himself as an outsider.

Since he couldn't blend into a friendly atmosphere, Qin Kun had no choice but to get straight to the point: "Aren't you welcome?"

The sound echoed. The temple had three doors. From the innermost, a majestic voice came out: "You are here."

In the first level door, there are solemn statues of gods carved, in the second level door, there are mountains of treasures, and in the third level door, there is a Shura field.

A man with white hair was sitting there, and a teenage boy was fighting with a foreign race.

There were many corpses on the ground. The child was carrying a turtle shell and an iron pestle.

Much like a nail-headed pestle!

The aliens who were dying on the ground had the iron pestle smashed into their mouths and stabbed out of the back of their heads. They died with their eyes open.

"Father...I succeeded in killing him!"

The child looked at the dead alien with excitement on his face, but the white-haired man sneered: "Trash."

The child expected to get his father's approval, but he didn't expect this result, and his eyes became unfocused.

"Father...I...why...I did it!"

The white-haired man pointed at Qin Kun: "Kill this man before he comes to me, and I will tell you why."

The child suddenly looked at Qin Kun, like a little beast, and growled in his throat.

Qin Kun lamented in his heart that the drama of meeting old friends had to be done in an educational style, so Qin Kun could only follow Bai Tu's wish and walk towards him.

"drink"

The child shouted loudly, and his white hair exploded in red, bringing out a strong wind, and the nail-headed pestle pierced Qin Kun.

Qin Kun turned his head, and the nail-headed pestle barely missed his ear. The child was startled, and a serious look appeared in his eyes.

"The white devil shocked the door!"

"The blood beast is back!"

"Mountain Ghost Shooting Formation!"

"Haunted by Deathstroke!"

The whole stone room was filled with blood and there was a rumble in the floor tiles. Qin Kun saw a white-haired fierce ghost emerge from the ground and enter the child's body. A four-hoofed ghost with the head of a human and the body of an animal entered the child's body. A mountain ghost with green skin and dead leaves entered the child's body. An expressionless male ghost entered the child's body.

Four ghosts are coming?

The white-haired child turned into a monster with four hooves and hands, leaving only a pair of animal eyes with cold eyes. Qin Kun found that he had turned into a clock, unable to speak or move, and the white-haired child's nail-headed pestle became a hammer. The hammer suddenly hit his head.