Ghost Shelter System

After chatting with the holy monk, the original idea of ​​finding Miaoshan disappeared.

Maoshan consecrated the old ghosts of Sanxian Sea Kingdom, seven day tourers, seven night tourers, seven city gods, and two demon envoys, all of whom were small town spiritual officials, which meant that they could control the situation.

Qin Kun gradually didn't care about the only middle-aged Taozi he was worried about.

The cow drinks from the ocean of bitterness and cannot drink it all, so there is no need to worry about too many things.

The holy monk said so many words, which was nothing more than admonishing him with two words - 'let go'.

Qin Kun understands this.

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One night in mid-June, Qin Kun disappeared into the house after arranging the tasks for this week.

The sky is filled with golden clouds and black rocks are everywhere.

There is blood mist floating between heaven and earth.

The city of ten deaths.

It's been a long time since I've been here, and the City of Ten Deaths still looks desolate and lonely.

Qin Kun appeared on a hill. Looking down from a high place, two rows of stone figures stood with cows and horses beside them. It was a mausoleum with excellent Feng Shui.

"Huh? Rare visitor!"

Qin Kun looked across the street and saw a thorn monster hanging on a dilapidated factory not far away.

‘Earth Demon’ Fayoutan!

The monster crawled very quickly and soon came to Qin Kun: "Kunlun Demon, long time no see!"

The thorn monster was covered with white bones and its tentacles were much thicker. It came with a gust of cold wind. The fresh and tender body in the white bones and thorns bared its teeth at Qin Kun: "During this period, your disciples launched the battle to kill the gods, and they died miserably. .”

"How miserable?"

"Those underworld hosts who overestimate their capabilities and follow him to seek revenge on Bai Shen will probably survive half a percent."

Qin Kun frowned, the host of Huangquan...is he so weak?

After thinking that I had killed a few myself, I realized that it was indeed a bit weak.

Qin Kun once gave his disciples a list. There were almost hundreds of names on it. Among them, there were twenty or thirty Underworld hosts and more than a hundred Styx hosts. Half of them had returned... In other words, there were less than ten survivors?

"Are there any complete deaths?"

"Twenty percent were caught in the net and could not come back. The rest were just killed and reborn, but their courage was broken."

"How is Baitu's hometown?"

"It was messed up, but...it's nothing serious. But he was very angry!"

Qin Kun originally thought that his disciple Malorne would wait for him to arrive before launching an offensive. He had been busy and had not come. It seemed that Malorne could not wait any longer.

But Fayoutan said Maloun managed to escape.

It's just that he didn't stay in the Kunlun Tomb anymore, as if he was afraid of Bai Shen's revenge.

The tomb is now occupied by a group of corpse-eating titans.

The clan members of Shou Kui are tall and tall, but have some problems with their IQs. When they found out that Qin Kun was here, they would just giggle. Osaro, the leader, would respectfully say hello, teacher, and then ask for a bottle of Coke. The others would just laugh. Rubbing his hands and laughing, Qin Kun looked helpless.

After Qin Kun appeared, Shoukui came not long after.

Shoukui was sitting at the stone table, very polite, holding snacks in his hand: "The food sold in Yuanshi Prison tastes good."

Qin Kun handed over the gift in return: "Soda from the convenience store, your favorite."

The two of them were eating and drinking. Fayoutan also got a bottle of drink, but he didn't like the strong taste. At the door, a beautiful figure walked towards the door.

"Long time no see. Genshan Prison is particularly lively today."

The baby's mother is here, and the old woman is now tender and wet. Looking at her skin that can be broken by a blow, Qin Kun knows that many hosts in Genshan Prison have become dead souls under their crotches.

Qin Kun glanced at her: "Your cultivation method is quite unique. Is this how everyone practices in your hometown?"

Yingmu gave Qin Kun an angry look and said shyly: "I forgot. Maybe that's how I practice."

The four people at the table were the four hosts at the top of Genshan Prison. As soon as Qin Kun arrived, it seemed that he had reached the core, and the other three seemed eager to try.

"Going to the Palace of Death?"

"Everyone who can fight is here today, let's go to the Palace of Death and listen to the piano!"

Qin Kun also planned this.

After greetings, the four of them walked out of the mausoleum, and many hosts on the street looked over.

"Hey, it's Master Fayoutan!"

"And... there's still a baby mother."

"Who's that big guy?"

"I haven't seen it often..."

"Hush, that's the Corpse-eating Titan, the strongest host in Genshan Prison!"

"He's Hyquin??? Oh my god...how did they get together?"

"Wait a minute, who is the young man at the head?"

"never seen it……"

After Qin Kun's disciple Malorne left, it seemed that Malorne's disciples also disappeared, so many people didn't know who Qin Kun was.

Just walking in front of three famous hosts made everyone on the street think that this young man was definitely not a good person.

Some attentive people saw them as soon as they came out and began to share information.

"That's right! They came out of that tomb. Isn't that young man the owner of the tomb?"

"Malorne's teacher? That's the leader of the God-Slaying Army."

"The God-Slaying Army... was defeated so miserably, but it was just that they were more courageous."

The baby's mother walked with flirtatious eyes and said to Qin Kun: "There are many new people coming to Genshan Prison, and they are all curious about you. Why don't you say hello?"

Qin Kun expressed no interest.

This is a place of life and death, where the old and the new change. Your own existence and reputation will eventually become meaningless as time goes by. In this case, what's the point of letting them know themselves.

The four of them came all the way to the door of the Palace of Death.

The old man inside raised his eyelids and rejected several Styx-level hosts.

"Lord Mu Shen, we were obviously the ones who arrived first..." The hosts who were rejected said in a low voice when they saw that their seats were occupied by Qin and Kun.

Qin Kun's expression did not change and he closed his eyes.

The baby's mother looked at them with interest.

Fayoutan's eyes showed contempt.

The smelly Kui is sitting upright.

Mu Shen said: "You may not be able to listen to today's music, please come again another time."

Opposite the four of them, several unfamiliar faces were sitting on the futon and sneered: "It turns out they are from Genshan Prison. Hai Quinn, I heard that you came to Yuanshi Prison several times to look for Bai Shen, but you were beaten seriously. This is what we are planning to do in the future." Practice in the Palace of Death?"

Qin Kun opened his eyelids and looked at the man.

Shou Kui didn't say anything, Mu Shen turned his palm up, and a crystal silk thread fell into his hand and was twisted into a piano string.

The piano sounded.

Shoukui warned: "I hope you don't see me."

After that, the world was filled with various musical notes, and everyone disappeared.

White light!

The surroundings are dazzling white light.

At this moment, the system prompt sounded in Qin Kun's mind.

‘Ding, the host has fallen into an unknown mirage world! ’

‘The system turns on the assimilation function’

‘Assimilation successful! The host enters the home mirage world’

‘Survival Mission: Five Nordic Countries Start’

‘Mission purpose: seal evil spirits’

‘Task Reward: Veil of Destiny’

‘Failure penalty: variable’

‘Mission time: thirteen solar days’

The stars in the dark night seemed to have meteors streaking across them.

In a pine forest in Norway, four black shadows fell down, alerting the curious wolves nearby.

"Woo?"

With his green eyes lowered, he saw Hyquin lying on the ground. The wild wolf took a lick, as if he had taken poison, and ran to the side to retching.