Ghost Shelter System

I never thought about meeting this woman again.

Mo Wuji pursed his lips.

Although Qin Kun had enlightened him before, Mo Wuji knew that it was useless to see through this matter. Ultimately, this matter had caused harm to the other party.

Magic Lisa...

Mo Wuji wanted to call the other person's name, but the words changed when he spoke.

"Don't bother, I'm seriously injured..."

Mo Wuji spoke, but Magic Lisa ignored his dissuasion.

On his hand, the ball of light slowly turned golden, and Mo Wuji felt that the injury still couldn't get better, because it was not an injury in the traditional sense at all, but a state between 'pollution' and 'trauma'.

The worms have independent consciousness, but they are pollutants of the instinctual consciousness. They will bring strength to the host, but they will also try to 'invade' when the host is seriously injured.

What Taoism calls "evil energy entering the body" is filth.

But Magic Lisa said calmly: "Don't you look down on the holy light technique of the Holy See?"

Mo Wuji was silent.

But the next moment, the light ball turned into a golden beetle and got in through the wound!

The wound was scratched by a hook, and Haiquin's hooks were made of condensation of worms. The wound was now more infected than it looked, but the golden beetle seemed very excited!

One, two, three... five...

Twelve golden beetles emerged from the light group, completely consuming Magic Lisa's spiritual power. She lay beside her tiredly, then cheered up and carried Mo Wuji ashore.

After a while, Mo Wuji discovered that the first golden beetle came out...

The starving ghost who came next to him was shocked to find that this little bug was... pushing a dung ball? ? ?

"Master, the worms in your body that were contaminated by the Corpse-eating Titan were actually pushed out by this little bug!"

The starving ghost exclaimed, and Mo Wuji was also surprised.

Pushing a poop ball?

He couldn't laugh or cry when he saw the golden beetle kicking on its hind legs and making a ball of worms emerge from the wound.

Using this method to help him heal his wounds, I don’t know how dirty my body is...

The twelve golden beetles were constantly busy. Seeing that Mo Wuji was blushing, Magic Lisa knew that the Eastern Taoist priest did not like this method of purification, so she explained: "Many people in the Holy See also use this method to purify themselves. These things are originally There's nothing wrong with dirt being carried out by scarabs like dung. Don't take it to heart..."

Mo Wuji nodded. The hungry man suddenly drooled. He pinched a golden beetle and stuffed it into his mouth!

"Spit it out!"

Mo Wuji sat up straight and slapped the hungry man on the back of his head, "Why do you eat everything?!"

The golden beetle was spat out, and the starving man ran away: "I didn't mean it... I was scared of hunger... I wanted to have a taste..."

The golden beetle looked around innocently, not knowing what it had just experienced. After purifying the Guanyin soil on its body, it got in through the wound again.

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At this moment, Van Helsing was walking on a stone road.

This city is too big and I have already lost my way.

I don’t know where the exit is, I don’t know where everyone is.

Before, Nie Yuxuan and the Sun King were missing in order to save themselves, which made Fan Hexin very uncomfortable. Apart from the discomfort, an evil spirit arose in his heart.

Before this revenge is avenged, I cannot die!

Now, Van Helsing has only one purpose, to go deeper and unlock the seal there!

"If I go crazy, no one will remember it, so it's best to be on the other side's territory. Even death will be worth it then."

Van Helsing walked around the black stone road, saw a cave, and got into it.

Not long after, the scenery changed and we came to another mirage world.

Here, there are many churches of bones.

It seems that no amount of churches can save the people here.

Van Helsing ignored the eyeing mirages next to him, and when he was resting in the largest church here, he suddenly saw three figures.

Under the cross, there is a high priest with ragged clothes but neat beard and hair.

Next to the statue of the knight, there is a burly middle-aged man with a golden beard.

And under the bookshelf, a wise man with extremely complicated eyes.

Van Helsing looked at them, then rubbed his eyes and looked at them, opening and clenching his fingers several times.

He felt the breath of the other three, his lips were moving, but his eyes were extremely confused.

"High Priest...Chief Paladin...Prophet???"

No one was more shocked than Van Helsing now.

High Priest, Rehain Guset!

Lord Paladin, Saint Raymond.

Prophet of the Priory of Sion, Obote!

Three giants of Western exorcism!

As a member of the Ghost Council, Van Helsing naturally knew that the 'Twilight of the Gods' barrier in Paris was jointly set up by the prophet and the high priest! The Holy Knight Captain is their protector.

From the first day of dusk, Van Helsing never saw them again and always thought they were dead. Until today when he saw them again, the aura on their bodies was very strange!

As if they were reborn as decayed things that had been dusted for countless years, there was no trace of holiness in the three of them, it was more of a dusty illusion...

The three of them were all in ragged clothes, and when they saw being recognized by Van Helsing, they all gave out wry smiles.

"The Demon Hunting King, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

Van Helsing's voice was hoarse: "Who are you three..."

I don't know how to answer the matter.

Because this past event is so weird.

It was High Priest Rehain Guset who took a deep breath and said slowly.

"We are who we are, but... who we are now is not who we were a few days ago."

Guset tells a very bizarre story.

The time happened a few days ago for Van Helsing. On that day, they also forgot that it was a few days after the Twilight Barrier of the Gods was set up. The three of them met an old man playing the piano on the road.

"His name is Twilight God."

None of the three of them expected that the old man was extremely weird, and the sound of a piano transported them to a city-state that had just laid its foundation.

"The three of us have been building this city for countless years."

Saint Raymond said quietly.

When that city-state was first established, the three of them thought it was just the evil trick of the old man playing the piano, and they thought they could get out if they found a way to break the situation.

However, as the city was built and hosts changed from generation to generation, they still failed to come out.

During those countless years, the three of them witnessed the appearance of a mountain, the changes in a fortress, and the powerful host in exile, living in that dark place just like them.

"A powerful Taoist built ten towers."

"We became the first batch of ten elders."

“Later on, there were constant replacements.”

"We also wanted to influence the pattern there and rule there, but in the end we found it was meaningless."

"It's really been countless years... The three of us fell into a deep sleep one after another."

"We disappeared from Paris, and we never thought we would be in Paris when we came back again. It turned out to be the twilight of the gods."

"That's when I realized that the old man playing the piano took our cause and effect in a big circle and brought it to the City of Ten Deaths."

The three of them had not chatted like this with anyone for who knows how long, and their expressions were incoherent.

But Van Helsing understood...

The three of them disappeared for only seven days at the longest.

Seven days ago, they were all giants among Western exorcists. However, seven days later, they lived in another causal line for countless years, and became the core figures of the Ten Dead Cities - three of the ten elders!

Their purpose seven days ago was to defeat these invading demons.

The goal after seven days is to lead this group of demons to defeat our own side.

Van Helsing's pupils kept shrinking.

Ridiculous?

I have seen a lot of ridiculous things, and I have become the Pope of the Black Soul Religion. What else is worth being ridiculous about?

"In that case... why are the three adults here today?"

This question is about his conscience.

The three of them laughed miserably one after another: "Kill you, or be killed by you."

Conscience is gone.

No longer can he sacrifice his seniors for the sake of redemption.

These three people are complete mortal enemies!

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