Ghost Shelter System

It’s been a long time since I came to Xixiang Street alone.

The streets here have returned to their original bustle.

Wine is a social tool. The ancients said, "The drunkard's interest is not in the wine." Drinking is about the atmosphere. Chatting, showing off, and bragging are like this from ancient times to the present.

1 cup of Langina and 6 bottles of Imperial Bullets. Qin Kun watched the performance on the stage and drank. Sometimes drinking alone is also a kind of enjoyment in pursuit of ‘spiritual tranquility’. Being in a lively atmosphere yet detached from everything else, Qin Kun had liked this feeling before.

The owner of Ye Mei Bar, ‘Da Jun’, was involved in a murder case years ago. It seems that Ye Mei Bar has changed hands and has a new owner, but the atmosphere is still as lively as before.

The DJ on the stage was very exciting, the lights were flashing, and the singer was calling the microphone to warm up the show.

"I drink wine and get drunk alone, and drunkenness makes a beautiful woman a couple."

"Two eyes are alone together, I just hope that one day we can have both together"

Qin Kun was shocked by Qu Feng, and suddenly there was a vibration in the urn.

The ashes altar is not the body of the city god, bronze mirror, mandrill cover, etc. The ghost inside can only come out if Qin Kun agrees. Qin Kun released the ghost and found that it was a mourning ghost.

"Brother Kun! This song is so nice!" The mourning ghost held the mourning stick and exclaimed hoarsely.

Qin Kun is also a person who appreciates both the refined and the popular. He thinks this song is very fitting for the atmosphere, but he didn't expect mourners to love this style of music so much. You are such a wailer. Do you understand that being so high would be nondescript?

Seeing his outfit, Qin Kun thought of a question. It seems that this time we are not sitting in the corner booth...

Sure enough, after a while a waiter discovered the mourner and ran over: "Hello sir, may I need anything?"

Although the waiter was asking, he looked at the mourner in front of him suspiciously.

Weeping stick, mourning face, linen mourning clothes, no matter how you look at it, it is unlucky.

The surrounding drinkers also discovered the mourner and started making trouble one after another.

"Who is this dressed like this?"

"Can people wearing hemp and mourning please stop coming to the bar? Is it an eyesore?"

"Waiter, are these people here to cause trouble? Why don't you drive them out?"

"What a bummer!"

Qin Kun had forgotten that people in Yang were taboo about wearing this outfit.

The waiter looked at Qin Kun with embarrassment, and Qin Kun said calmly: "I'm sorry, everyone, the wine money is on my account. This is not a mourning ceremony, and there are no deaths in the family. We are from the crew of "Ghost Hunter" in the suburbs. "

Qin Kun casually revealed the names of Wang Qian and his crew.

When the people around heard this, they frowned.

This is the case for Yang people. Once you wear hemp clothes and wear mourning to blend into public places, you will feel very unlucky. But when you hear that these things are props, it becomes no big deal. Everything is caused by psychological effects.

"It turns out he's from the production crew, forget it!" One of the drinkers drank too much and didn't want to appear stingy. "I ordered a Bloody Mary for this mourner. Just treat it as a misunderstanding."

The misunderstanding was resolved, and Qin Kun changed from drinking alone to drinking in pairs.

The Weeper is now at level 21 and is one of the weakest ghosts under Qin Kun. However, Qin Kun will not favor one against the other. When he saw the Weeper enjoying the music, his expression was intoxicated. Don't want to bother either.

After several bottles of wine, Qin Kun had not heard enough from the mourner, so he ordered another glass of Langina.

A woman's voice came from behind.

"Hey, Qin Heigou, come to my place when you have time?"

The woman held her chin and lay on the back of the sofa, her hair falling against Qin Kun's cheek, making Qin Kun itchy.

This voice was all too familiar. Qin Kun turned around, looked into the drunken eyes, and said: "Ying Fengyao, you are a nun and you open a bar? You are quite rich."

The woman is Ying Fengyao.

She has a Tai Chi pendant hanging around her neck and copper coins hanging on her body. She is dressed in a corset, with her front and back curved, and her figure is conservative but enchanting at the same time.

Ying Fengyao held a glass of wine and shook hands with Qin Kun: "Why, can't nuns open bars?"

Ying Fengyao was a little drunk. Although she was smiling, her eyes looking at Qin Kun were filled with resentment.

"You can do it if you say you can." Qin Kun put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to sit next to him: "Why are you looking at me like this? Everyone's sheets are rolled off, so there's no need to be so angry."

Qin Kun never forgets that night in Yuxianting. A mature woman like Ying Fengyao and a virgin, although her body is evil, is very appetizing.

If the other party hadn't killed him, Qin Kun felt that the relationship between the two should be closer now.

The surroundings suddenly became dark, the drinkers disappeared, and the DJ and lights disappeared.

Qin Kun sneered helplessly: "Playing this trick again? Your Five Bamboo Evil Bones are useless to me now."

Ying Fengyao took a sip of wine and said softly: "I didn't release this mirage."

Not...you?

Qin Kun was stunned. His eyelids twitched and he suddenly looked in one direction.

In that direction, two foreigners dressed in black robes came over.

"I didn't expect that the exorcists from the East are quite powerful. Is this ghost slave your subordinate?"

A Western man wearing an inverted five-pointed star sat opposite Qin Kun. His gums were bleeding and his face was pale, but his eye circles were dark red and cyan blood vessels were clearly visible under his skin.

Next to the man is a brown-haired woman with a high nose, tall figure, and dense tattoos on her face. She sat on the other side of the sofa, and the mourner was sandwiched between the two of them.

"Brother Kun..." The mourner suddenly realized that he couldn't move. There was a powerful force intertwined between the two of them, binding him in place.

"Who are you?" Qin Kun asked curiously.

Qin Kun saw that the two men had strong yin energy, and they were obviously not serious exorcists, and Qin Kun knew that this was the sign of Satan.

"Lovely Eastern Exorcist, we are just passers-by, looking for a lost god. Please forgive me for intruding."

The man spoke Chinese quite fluently, but his attitude was not as friendly as his tone.

After the man finished speaking, he grabbed the mourning ghost's face. The mourning ghost felt as if his soul had been caught. He wanted to ask for help but could not cry out, and his consciousness seemed to be fragmented.

This is called a lot of tolerance? !

Even if you beat a dog, it depends on the owner!

"Hey, you two, stop it." Qin Kun warned with some discomfort on his face.

Obviously, the two of them felt that the mourning ghost was too weak, and they might have regarded themselves as powerful ghost-level ghost hunters. The aura of these two people was not strong. The system showed that one was level 27 and the other was level 26. How dare they face them? I want to absorb the soul of the mourning ghost, but I don't take myself seriously.

"Huh? Stop?" The man seemed to have heard some joke, "Dear Eastern Exorcist, maybe you haven't heard of the Black Soul Knight. We are Satan's vanguard."

There was a sneer in the man's eyes, and the woman also laughed. Some people are like this, ignorant and fearless.

"I've heard it." Qin Kun said seriously.

Qin Kun's words were like thunder, exploding in the man's ears.

The Black Soul Knight is a senior member of the Satanic Cult and a mysterious existence in the West. How could he have heard of it?

For a long time, the man looked disbelieving and frowned: "Have you ever heard of the Black Soul Knight?"

Qin Kun nodded, "There is also the Holy Soul Association."

"Have you heard of those hypocritical preachers?" The man was even more surprised.

"I have also killed a few knights." Qin Kun added.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

After a while, the man said: "This is impossible! You are lying!!"

According to information from the organization, the number of Dark Soul Knights has been stable at 20 for ten years, and no knight has ever been killed.

"Liars must be punished!"

Suddenly, a blood-colored, slender knife appeared in the woman's black robe. The handle was a black skull, and her eyes were bleeding. As soon as the knife was taken out, the woman slashed straight towards Qin Kun's neck with extremely sharp movements.

Ying Fengyao was held in Qin Kun's arms, and she raised her eyelids: "If you want to kill him, I will do it. Who do you think you are?"

Ying Fengyao raised her jade finger, the copper coins on her body rustled, and she pointed at the woman.

Then, the woman's movements froze, and her spine protruded inexplicably from the back of her neck. Then, her ribs and leg bones grew wildly. The woman couldn't believe it. She screamed and turned into a thorny ball made of bone spurs. .

The sound of the copper coins disappeared, and the woman couldn't believe that she was killed so easily.

Qin Kun walked over and lifted up the man's collar, "Black Soul Knight, right? I'm not good at torturing people in the mirage world. Let's talk about it when we go out."

Qin Kun let go of the man and waved his hand to break the mirage.

The mirror-like boundary wall shattered, and the noise of the bar returned to the surrounding area.

Qin Kun opened his eyes and found two foreigners trying to escape in the corner of the bar.

Qin Kun put away the mourning ghost, got up and left.

The waiter ran over: "Sir, you haven't paid the bill yet..."

Qin Kun hugged Ying Fengyao's waist and asked, "Do you know who she is?"

After the waiter saw the woman's face clearly, his eyes widened: "Old, boss..."

Holy shit! What's going on!

His boss landed at Ye Mei Bar last year. Many waiters noticed that the boss was young, beautiful and stunner, and thought he was the mistress of some wealthy man.

So many gangsters came to make trouble, eating and drinking for free, and clamoring to fuck their boss. Until a week later, fewer and fewer people came to make trouble. After inquiries, they all disappeared. No one was alive or dead, but the boss still walked in and out without hesitation, still drank, still dressed hotly, and looked glamorous. All of a sudden, many people understood that this boss was definitely not easy to mess with.

But now, the waiter felt that it was a little unreal when he saw his boss being held in the arms of a young boy, looking like a little birdie.

Qin Kun patted the waiter on the shoulder, pushed him away, and walked out.

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