Ghost Shelter System

"The search failed, so I came here to try my luck. I didn't expect to meet you."

Qin Kun said, and several zombies around him also came up.

"Ah, it's Mr. Du's sweetheart!"

"I've seen him, he's Master Qin."

"Master Qin, you are blessed."

"I didn't notice anything special about Mr. Qin before, but he looks really handsome when he gets closer!"

"Yes, yes, he is so handsome! Mr. Qin also has pigtails, so he looks like one of his own!"

Li Shenling came out this time to bring all the members of the Qing Dynasty. His pigtails were stiff and he came over to say hello. Qin Kun was so praised that his skin became stiff.

Who is one of your own!

My forehead is not shaved, okay?

Li Shenling glared at them: "You are so playful, Master Qin is not generous to Master Du, I will destroy you!"

After speaking, Li Shenling slapped his face: "I mean Master Du is also very generous! Look at my mouth."

Qin Kun didn't want to continue this topic and quickly changed the subject: "How many of you are here from Wuwang Country?"

Li Shenling nodded: "Isn't that right? Jiao Gong, Feng Bo, and Wei Tiangong were too lazy to come out, so I asked the younger one to come."

Qin Kun said: "Have people come from other places in Wuwang Country?"

Li Shen led the way: "They are here too. Three Gaochang Laojiangs are coming from Huozhou Underworld City, and six or seven are coming from Loulan Ancient Kingdom. The largest number of people. It seems that the Sun King has also been alarmed, but I heard that they are heading for Heim Underworld. The witch went there, and that witch had a grudge against him. One or two people came to Tianshan Snow Village, they are all symbolic. Let’s gather together the number of people, for the purpose of getting to the sea they promised. "

Qin Kun didn't know how the Ghost Council traded with these old zombies. According to the past shrewdness of the old zombies, they shouldn't suffer a loss. They must have come here because of their motivation.

And the Loulan Sun King is also here? It looked like a demon.

Well, I can't control this matter. As long as I don't wander around China, this big guy can go wherever it likes. .

"Okay, then you guys are busy first. If you need anything, come to me in the northern suburbs. You should be able to smell me, right?"

"That's natural." Li Shenling said, and then said, "But Mr. Qin, we don't have anything specific to do here. Since you are looking for someone, why don't we help you find someone?"

Qin Kun was startled.

Li Shenling laughed and said: "Don't look at the fact that there are only five of us in total. We are all the wise ones lying on the corpse. They are also purple stiff and their hands are hard."

The zombies are divided into five bodies and three intelligences. The five bodies are: purple zombie, white zombie, green zombie, hairy zombie, and flying zombie. The three intelligences are: lower zombie, middle zombie, and superior zombie.

Above the five bodies there is an immortal bone, above the three wisdom there is a fool.

Li Shenling is the supreme wisdom of Zombie, and several of his subordinates are also Zombie, which means that their IQ is absolutely effective, even beyond ordinary people, and the physiques of the other old zombies are also purple zombies that are only second to flying zombies. They are definitely A good hand.

"That's right, Mr. Qin, if you have anything to do with us, it's not easy to find someone! These brothers are all from the 'sticky place' in the imperial city. They are good at catching birds and fishing. It's the same as chasing horse bandits under the Tianshan Mountains. Killing pigs and dogs, if it hadn't been for the sudden death back then, these brothers would have been able to become high-ranking officials in the court no matter what."

The old zombies still looked playful and smiling, but Qin Kun was a little surprised.

The stick-stick place sounds unfamiliar, but Qin Kun once heard Hu Da, a subordinate of the 16th prince, talk about it. The stick-stick place is equivalent to the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty. This ghost place used to be the slaves of sticking sticks to catch cicadas. During the Yongzheng period, it transformed into a cicada-sticking place. The spy was feared by people and called himself the "Cicada Catcher".

Heshen is said to have come from here.

Qin Kun cupped his hands and said, "Then I'll trouble you all."

As he spoke, he described Mu Shen's appearance, and took out a few wads of money and gave them to Li Shenling: "If you want to drink blood these days, use money to buy some. Don't rob the farm."

Li Shenling said seriously: "Don't worry, Mr. Qin!"

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At this moment, on a high tower.

An old man looked down.

The pattern on the old man's robe is a triangular symbol, which symbolizes wisdom.

He is the prophet of the Priory of Sion - Obote.

"Still can't find the person Van Helsing mentioned. Is there something wrong with my prophetic eye? Or is it really because of the twilight realm that even the future has been obscured..."

This floor-to-ceiling tower has six floor-to-ceiling windows, six balconies, and a total of twelve openings. The inside is very large, and there are astronomical telescopes, crystal balls, and various books. The outside looks like an ancient stone tower, and the floor-to-ceiling windows and balconies can all be seen. To the twelve directions, representing the omniscient vision.

According to the Priory of Sion, the hexagram is composed of two triangles, and the twelve directions are composed of two hexagrams.

The number three is what they think is the foundation of knowledge, and the number twelve is what they think is the pinnacle of knowledge.

What they pursue is omniscience and omnipotence, so the buildings are also full of mysteries.

It's just that Obote is a little confused now.

Even if he assists the high priest in forming the ‘Twilight Realm’, the prophecy eye will not be so weak.

Behind him, an old man in white robe came.

"Obot, are you still searching for that person?"

"Yes High Priest."

The high priest was melancholy because the Pope had also predicted that there would be twelve crucial figures to reverse the predicament this time.

Each of them is a node of reversal.

There is one from the Chinese Way of Life and Death, one from the Demon Hunting Manor, one from the Black Soul Sect, and the other nine are all demons in that city.

In other words, our side currently only occupies two nodes, and the one belonging to the Black Soul Sect is not yet reliable.

This situation is terrible.

Fortunately, the Pope said that you can try the twilight realm.

In the realm of dusk, the fate of those demons can be concealed, but the price is that people all over the city will be sacrificed. Unless they win in the end, it will be a huge disaster.

In the past few days, they have predicted that three of the nine demons are very weak and not worth mentioning. Among the remaining six, the destiny level of two is even higher than that of the Twilight Realm and is difficult to influence. But they could spy on the other four.

Of those four people, one has gone to the territory of the Black Soul Cult, one is facing off against the Japanese Onmyoji, and one is looking for Menoetius and the others.

But there is one person among the four who is elusive, even more mysterious than the two strongest ones.

This kind of change makes them very uneasy.

"Obot, since you have overlooked the whole city and haven't noticed him, don't force yourself. God will bless us."

The high priest was comforting, but the prophet was suddenly startled.

"High Priest, what you said is not quite accurate. I haven't seen the whole city."

The high priest was stunned.

The prophet turned around, looked at the Tower of Wisdom, and suddenly smiled miserably: "I have been overlooking the whole city from the height of the tower, but I have never seen this tower!"

As the two spoke, they suddenly noticed that the space around them was distorted.

A burst of piano sound appeared.

Along with the sound of the piano, an old man appeared.

The sound of the piano was not pleasant or unpleasant, but the high priest and the prophet heard the overtones. The music contained everything, including seven emotions and six desires, including life and death, laughter and curses, and liberation and enlightenment.

There are flowers, grass, trees, stars and oceans, mountains and rivers, and all things growing.

There is a world in the music.

The prophet discovered that he and the high priest were wrapped in the sound of the piano. The music turned into silk threads and turned into the world, entangling the two of them like a giant python, and wrapping them up like a cocoon from which they could not escape.

The sound of the piano penetrated into their bodies, and the high priest smiled bitterly: "Prelude to destiny."

Western exorcists do not talk about cause and effect, only destiny.

The law of cause and effect that the threads of cause and effect play for the strings is the prelude to fate in their mouths.

Every note is a person, and every turning point is a person's trough or highlight. The old man in front of me has gathered countless threads of fate to play such a powerful song.

"Does it sound good?"

After playing the song, the three of them were no longer in the Tower of Wisdom.

The high priest and the prophet did not speak, but the old man looked around: "You come out too. I know you were alert at the beginning, why didn't you take action?"

Surrounded by a city wall foundation, the air is filled with gloom.

There is no sunlight, no air, no life, only ghosts vaguely visible in the distance.

A blond bearded man walked out with a cross around his neck and strong muscles. He chuckled at the sound and took a sip of wine: "I'm just alert. I've never been sure."

The high priest was startled: "Saint Raymond?"

The Holy Knight Commander of the Holy See, a powerful man of the same level as the High Priest, the Holy Knight Commander whose power is second only to the Pope and the High Priest - Raymond!

The golden bearded man smiled: "High Priest, the Pope asked me to guard you secretly. Unexpectedly... I was also imprisoned."

The three of them were silent.

Imprisoning three super-classes at the same time in an unknown place, how terrifying this method is!

Saint Raymond looked around and said to the old man who played the piano with some smacking of his tongue: "You are very powerful. No matter where you use this method, it is the highest level of strength. I can't even feel God."

The high priest also discovered this problem.

Clergy at their level can truly feel God.

This God is not a concrete person, but a state, which is equivalent to the Chinese ‘Tao’.

A practitioner can feel the existence of ‘Tao’.

But after I came here, I couldn't feel it anymore, as if my faith had collapsed.

It’s like being exiled to an unknown place!

The high priest said solemnly: "Since you have such a strong ability, you must be sure to have us in your hands, so can you tell us... where is this place?"

This is a sign of weakness and curiosity.

The high priest showed weakness because at his level, you can tell by feeling whether you can beat the opponent.

The guy who could easily bring the three of them here was definitely beyond their reach.

This place is neither yin nor yang nor mirage, it is actually a world of its own! This kind of strength is too terrifying. He just tried to fiddle with the 'destiny' formed by the music, but to no avail.

This ‘prelude to destiny’ cannot be disturbed or shaken at all! There is no way they can escape from this 'destiny'!

The old man playing the piano smiled: "This is the ultimate string, the end of cause and effect."

The high priest was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I understand the cause and effect you mentioned, but... there is no end to cause and effect!"

Countless generations of clergy have also searched for the origin of destiny. How could this thing have any origin?

The old man who played the piano smiled and said: "This cause and effect has an end. Okay, you three, we will meet in the future, and I hope you will take good care of us."

The moment the old man playing the harp disappeared, Golden Beard, the Prophet, and the High Priest appeared next to him at the same time.

Golden Beard's hand of judgment firmly locked the old man's wrist. The prophet's triangle appeared at the old man's feet and trapped his legs. The high priest's Holy Light Cross grew directly from the old man's clothes. Pin him to it.

However, the old man who played the piano turned into a shadow and disappeared in the astonishment of the three people.

Quiet.

dark.

A light rises.

Several scarabs crawled out of Golden Beard's messy hair, emitting golden light.

"Obot, priest, please step back and let me see if I can penetrate this place..."

The high priest and prophet looked at the golden beard bombarding the earth, then looked at the deep ravines and foundations, and looked at each other.

"Obot, what he said is the ultimate string...the end of cause and effect...why is there the foundation of a city?"

The high priest was suspicious, and the prophet shook his head: "This is what I'm curious about too. It's just that too many fates are blocked here. I can't use the prophecy eye for the time being, but there seems to be a ghost at work in the distance. Why don't we go and ask?"

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