Ghost Shelter System

On the same day, starting at 11 o'clock at night, strange characters appeared in every corner of Paris.

A museum administrator finished patrolling and suddenly saw a monster that looked like a tree man appearing in the hall.

An auto repair shop. For some reason, a... robot ran out of the warehouse? !

In the toilet of a nightclub, a drinker found a flesh-moving monster in the pit with a complicated expression.

"Oh God, who left the placenta here?"

In the windows of the Champs Elysées, many non-human women are trying on clothes.

In the Seine River, many water ghosts appeared.

There were the most dense crowds in the church. The pastor saw many wizards and monks in different costumes gathered here, looking at Jesus on the cross with a puzzled look on his face.

Backstage at the Moulin Rouge performance, some non-performers walked on to the stage, causing a roar of applause from the audience.

Among them was a host who was holding up his head. His head was placed in a bird cage and he was talking in a gibberish language. Enthusiastic drinkers excitedly went up to take a photo and gave him a bottle of beer.

Strange characters began to wander around, and the citizens were in a state of joy, more joy than surprise and fear. Many people did not choose to run away from this strange sight.

A few gangsters blocked a Yin Cao-level host under the bridge, beat him up, and stole his staff.

In the chaotic city, the first bloody case was that a Styx-level host was shot to death with a shotgun.

In the suburbs, the police who happened to have finished handling other cases were at the door of a villa. A paunchy old man scratched his head with a sad look on his face: "Damn, I didn't mean it. This kid tried to break into my house, I warned him. Three times, he was still indifferent. I regret what I did, Mr. Police..."

Of course, it seemed that some uninvited guests similar to demons had broken into the city and were punished by the citizens who strictly observed order, but after many hosts realized that this was a terrifying plane, they became vigilant.

After becoming wary of the aborigines here, the number of bloody conflicts became less frequent. Most people discovered that except for those deadly black-tube magic weapons, the people here were actually not very powerful. In many cases, a single spell can take care of it.

At this moment, some citizens were gradually surprised and panicked because they discovered something was wrong with the city. However, some brainless hosts of the Ten Death City were still confused and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Most of the hosts who were at a loss were low-level hosts, but among those high-level hosts, there were a few who were very calm.

Is this being pulled into someone's own world?

No matter how I say hello, I don’t even say hello...

Hmm...let me see, I'm familiar with this place.

On the Champs Elysées, in front of the store, the baby's mother looked at some female hosts in the luxury store trying on jewelry, and curled her lips and said: "Bumpkin."

After saying that, he left the door of the store before the patrolling police appeared.

It's evening now and business hours are long past.

Some shops were robbed, and several security personnel were lying on the ground with unknown life and death. The police came after hearing the news, and after communicating with no results, they shot several hosts, and the two parties confronted each other.

Not far away, a group of police officers were questioning a beautiful woman.

There is nothing strange about the woman, but her language cannot be understood by the police. Next to her, her friend dressed as a rich man from the Middle East was explaining with gestures, but they still could not understand. Another man with thorns wrapped around him became a little impatient, and the thorns slowly opened. open.

"Stop! What do you want to do!"

The Thorn Man was pointed at by several black-tube instruments and had four or five red dots on his body. He wanted to kill him, but Haiquin next to him said in broken English: "I am a businessman in Cairo. He is my friend. , got a strange disease, we came to seek medical treatment."

No one believes this.

But the police officers let them go.

After the three people from Haiquin left the siege, Fayutan the Thorn Man whispered: "Someone is following us."

"Of course."

"Are you going to deal with them?"

"Forget it, this should be the Kunlun Demon's hometown. Give him some face."

The three of them were resentful, but they also reached a consensus.

Qin Kun was their friend after all, and it was not good to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Under the Arc de Triomphe, the three of them were all curious as to why they suddenly came here without even saying hello.

After a moment of confusion, the baby mother suddenly exhaled pink smoke and surrounded the three of them.

"Shh, that's the host of Duize Prison over there."

Under the Arc de Triomphe, the three of them saw a muddy monster playing with a fire hydrant on the grass not far away.

Fayutan was curious: "'Spirit Trap' Zersita? It seems that there are also many big guys from other prison hosts."

"Guleus is over there too!"

‘Soul Shepherd’ Gurius held a lantern and looked at the mud monster.

The mud monster was playing with the fire hydrant, as if he was thirsty. Gurius curled his lips and said, "You idiot." After saying that, he pressed the button on the drinking table next to him, took a few sips of water, wiped his mouth, and left.

Zetsita's eyes widened in astonishment, and she quickly ran to the water table, finally got some water, and poured it down her throat.

At this moment, as long as the host in the Ten Death City leaves the territory, he will find himself in an inexplicable city.

But they found that this place was a hundred times better than their hometown!

Tasty and plentiful food.

Nice looking building.

fresh air.

There were even many iron-clad monsters running on the streets.

The hosts who have been here have integrated into life in a decent manner and do not attract the attention of the locals. The hosts who have come here for the first time have become monsters. Because of poor communication, killings have occurred.

At the auto repair shop, Dr. Tie helped repair all the damaged cars. The owner of the auto repair shop tremblingly handed over a cigar: "Hello... would you consider working in our shop? I'll give you a pair. twice the daily salary..."

Dr. Tie naturally didn't understand what he was talking about, but fortunately there was a computer nearby.

A cable was plugged into the computer, and countless data streams entered the body's programs. The brain soaked in the liquid glass tank continued to bubble. After a minute, Dr. Tie took back the data cable and said in a standard local dialect: "Sorry, I I’m not interested in auto repair. What I just did was a simple task. Can you pay me 100 francs for emergency help?”

The boss was a little disappointed, but he quickly took out 100 francs and handed it over.

Dr. Tie smiled and waved, leaving the auto repair shop.

…

The largest local gang, the Gallic Brotherhood, is known as the 'Sword of Gaul'.

At this moment, leader Benoit kept stroking his bald head while listening to the reports from his men.

Thirty years ago, when he was still young, his head was shaved by an Oriental youth, and the bald head became his trademark. At the same time, it also became the symbol of the backbone of the Gallic Brotherhood.

In the room, another bald man with a scorpion tattoo asked curiously: "BOSS, our place has been smashed, why don't you send your brothers over?"

Benoit shrugged: "It's just a loss of some money, that's nothing. I heard that the people who caused the trouble were weird people with unique styles. I don't think you should provoke them until the matter is clear."

"BOSS, your kindness exudes the glory of the Gallic Sword, but if we don't come forward, we will be looked down upon by the Gothic Warhammer. You know that in recent years, the Marseille Lion has also come back and formed an alliance with the Gothic Warhammer. In addition, Saint-Germain is watching eagerly from the side, and our position still needs to be defended with blood."

"Bertrand, you are right. Then take some people with you and be as careful as possible."

"Okay BOSS."

After Benoit finished speaking, he went to the back room.

In the back room was an extremely old man, wearing a suit, but he was a little depressed.

Old Benoit saw his son coming in and smiled at him: "My dear child, is Gothic Warhammer restless again?"

"No, father, I think there is something fishy about this time."

"Well, caution is the basic quality of a person in charge, and you did a good job."

"Father, I always feel that the gang needs some special people to sit in charge. Why haven't you agreed over the years?"

Old Benoit recalled thirty years ago and said with a smile: "At that time, Mr. Qin sat in the rear and dealt with the black magic for me. I was very happy. But I also know that people like him will not be willing to be a subordinate. Moreover, Once people like them get into trouble, they will implicate us. We can't solve their troubles. Do you understand?"

"I understand father."

"Well, I'm going to bed. Julie will come back to see me tomorrow with her baby, right?"

"Yes." Benoit smiled slightly, "She promised."

…

The next day.

noon.

Magic City.

In a small restaurant, Qin Kun, Wang Qian, Chu Qianxun, Li Chong, Chai Ziyue, Han Yao, Wan Lang, Xu Facheng, Qin Xue, and Zou Jingyan all came to attend Cui Honghu's appreciation banquet.

Several teachers were invited to sit down. Here, Cui Honghu had no family, and everyone in the world of life and death was his family. The atmosphere was not too lively, so Wan Lang invited a group of local spiritual detectives to join in the fun.

Deputy Lu Daochang, Xiao Zheng, An Ran, and a group of ten thousand people's backbone men also sat at the same table.

Including Cui Honghu's classmates, there are a total of five tables, and this table is open.

Of course, the person who spoke was Wan Lang. Team leader Wan, who was a well-rounded man and held an important position, spoke very well. After finishing his speech, he invited Cui Honghu's head teacher to come to the stage.

Lao Ban is a little old man who likes his proud disciple very much.

A teacher's happiest moment is when he sees his years as a gardener bear fruit.

This is part of their hard work.

"Thank you XXX...Thank you XXX...Thank you again XXX...On behalf of all the teachers, I would like to congratulate Cui on his academic achievements. I hope he will become a useful person to society in the future, and one day he will soar into the sky!"

The senior classmate broke his voice with excitement, and Cui Honghu’s classmates clapped and applauded.

Then Lao Ban’s voice changed: “I hope other students will do well in the exam next year!”

Only then did the people next to him know that Cui Honghu had skipped a grade, and the students who came to eat were only in their second year of high school this year.

Enthusiasm and excitement turned into shy envy. The students looked at the high-spirited Cui Honghu and secretly made up their minds to get good grades next year!

As the saying goes, there is no party without wine.

The best drinker in Fuyu Mountain was not here, but the two junior brothers were quite drinkers.

Lao Ban was turned into a human-shaped watering can, and the physical education teacher who blocked the drink was no worse.

The chemistry teacher, who was quite drunk, also lay on the ground.

The other female teachers were let go, and it was Cui Honghu's turn to toast.

Qin Kun is naturally indispensable.

He has an average drinking capacity, and he can't drink more than half a pound. After all, he used to be someone who could drink with Nie Huzi.

Xu Facheng's drinking capacity is really surprising.

Wang Gan calculated the amount of wine that Xu Facheng had just drank with the teachers, plus the amount of wine that Fuyu Mountain was now taking turns to drink. This guy had eaten at least a pound, and he didn't seem to be dizzy.

Cui Honghu saluted in succession. In addition to Xu Facheng, Zou Jingyan also drank a lot. Qin Kun secretly remembered that if his brother-in-law was in the wine shop in the future, he would definitely not be able to drink it down.

After the circle of people paid their respects, it was the students' turn.

Everyone drank fruit beer and it was very peaceful. However, one person who drank too much vomited because of the fruit beer and died on the spot. He may have lost the right to choose a spouse in the next year and during the graduation season.

There were not many people at the banquet, but it was very lively.

Qin Kun was eating fish and looked at Xu Facheng, who was indifferent next to him, with a curious look on his face: "How do you develop your drinking capacity?"

"Practice? I started my elixir business in Maoshan. Have you ever heard of using wine to practice elixirs? I may not have practiced a few elixirs, but I drank a lot of wine."

Xu Facheng curled his lips and put the bitter chrysanthemum into his mouth. Even if there were no peanuts, he felt pretty good using this dish to reduce the alcohol's intensity.

Halfway through the banquet, several teachers woke up after vomiting and chatted with Cui Honghu one after another. They just asked him to go back to his alma mater to visit more, and Cui Honghu agreed one by one.

In the two years since Master passed away, the teachers all knew about his family background. Those who are here today are the teachers who gave him great encouragement.

It's a pity that the master is not here.

…

Linjiang, White Lake, a supernatural town.

At the door of Kuishan's new house, Ge Zhan was pushed to the public toilet by Zuo Jinchen, who ran away.

Ge Zhan was furious: "Crazy Zuo! You must be sick!"

"Sick? You snored and woke me up half the night yesterday. I want you to taste the torture! Jing Sansheng, how dare you push him back and break your legs!"

Jing Sansheng's neck shrank, he grabbed Su Lin next to him and whispered: "Lin'er, go ahead and get busy...the two old fools are starting to fight again..."

Ge Zhan was so angry that he stood up from the wheelchair and slowly pushed the wheelchair back.

"I snore? That's because I slept soundly!"

"Hey, it smells so good. Which woman did you dream about in your dream?"

"Hey..." Ge Zhan curled his lips and recalled, "I dreamed about the scene when you were admitted to the National Chiao Tung University and Yang Shen celebrated for you."

Sakonomi was startled.

Ge Zhan sighed: "Qiao Shanliang's food is so delicious... Senior Sister Chai was also pretty at that time."

Sakonomi closed his eyes, there was some pain between his brows, but for some reason there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"My senior brother Jing Haichuan, the old magician Hong Yi, and the old liar Peng Xiao were all still here at that time, and they were still normal. You were the most powerful scholar among us at that time."

Sakonomi walked over silently, asked Ge Zhan to sit in the wheelchair, and pushed him towards the garden.

Ge Zhan chuckled: "Fang Yantian from Maoshan also came specially to eat, and that old guy Zhu Yun, it was so lively at that time!"

Sakonomi smiled: "Are you envious?"

"I must be envious!" Ge Zhan drooled unconsciously and his words became slurred, "This time...Honghu...the teacher appreciation banquet, why...didn't you go?"

"Young people should have their own circle."

"Pedant."

Ge Zhan's mouth twitched again.

Jing Sansheng on the side knew that Uncle Master would be normal when he was angry, and would return to his original state when he was happy.

He smiled and stepped forward to take the wheelchair: "Uncle Zuo, Feng Qiang called just now. Do you want to reply?"

Zuo Jinchen picked up a towel, wiped the saliva from the corner of Ge Zhan's mouth, and said indifferently: "We are all old bastards on the verge of death. There is nothing we can do to help him. If he has trouble in the future... just ask Qin Kun. .”

"Oh, okay."

…

The teacher appreciation banquet is over.

Wanlang sent the teachers back one after another.

At this moment, Qin Kun picked up his phone.

Above are more than 30 messages sent by Feng Qiang.

Qin Kun dialed the number. Feng Qiang was silent and then said, "Is there anything more important than human life?"

"Of course." Qin Kun looked at Cui Honghu, who was laughing and joking with his classmates. He hadn't seen him so happy for a long time.

"Well, the city fell over Paris."

"Well, I saw your message."

"You are needed over there."

"good."

"..., Qin Kun."

"Um?"

"If you feel in trouble, you can come back at any time. I don't care whether the Ghost Council is dead or alive. I can take Du Xiu's request for help as nothing."

"Hahahaha, there is no need to comfort me like this, the people are innocent."

"Everyone comes back alive."

"Long-winded."

Qin Kun hung up the phone.

In the hotel, Xu Facheng arranged work for Qin Xue, saying that he was going on a business trip for a few days. Qin Xue and Zou Jingyan left.

Cui Honghu's classmates also said goodbye one after another. Wanlang and his colleagues stood in front of Qin Kun and others: "Sorry, I can't go."

"It's okay, Dahua. This kind of dangerous job can only be left to more capable people." Wang Qian comforted.

Wanlang turned his head angrily.

Cui Honghu came, looked at Xu Facheng, and then at Qin Kun.

"All senior brothers and sisters, are you going to accompany me on my graduation trip today?"

Everyone smiled and said nothing.

Cui Honghu stretched out: "Then... let's go! Let's go to Paris."

Xu Facheng was in the front, Qin Kun was in the middle, and behind him, the Fuyu Mountains followed closely.

At the door, watching them come out, Mo Wuji took off his mask, fanned himself, and followed them.

A bald man in monk's robes sat in the passenger seat. The driver was a donkey-faced Taoist priest. In the back seat was a woman holding a sword, and a silly monk looking to both sides.

"Qin Kun, why are you so leisurely? Nie Huzi and the others, as well as the Yamato exorcists you sheltered in Linjiang, are all here."

Zhao Feng slapped the horn twice to express his dissatisfaction.