Ghost Shelter System

Dark magic?

Or witchcraft?

Qin Kun just blocked them, and his skin was scratched by the sharp body and began to turn into stone.

Qin Kun picked up a demon stone sculpture and smashed it against the wall. The stone sculpture shattered into pieces, leaving only its head. He looked at Qin Kun with a ferocious smile, and the light in his eyes disappeared.

Another stone sculpture wanted to pounce on it again, but took advantage of its wings to take precautions. It never let Qin Kun catch it again, and continued to cause minor troubles to Qin Kun.

The wounds on Qin Kun's body began to turn to stone.

He knew that this would never work. To break the mirage, Pullman must be killed.

At this moment, Pullman had taken advantage of the chaos and carved the blood curse with his own blood.

His face, which had just been blackened, was now almost black and purple. Pullman had two short horns growing out of his forehead, and his teeth were becoming sharper.

This was the first time Qin Kun saw a foreign cult that knew this kind of blood sacrifice technique, using blood and rituals to obtain power that does not belong to this world.

The inverted five-pointed star on his chest became larger after being nourished by the blood sacrifice, and was worn on his face like a mask.

The five-pointed star disappeared, and the mark of an inverted five-pointed star appeared on the facial wound that was originally covered in blood.

"With the guidance of my true God, let the glory in my blood welcome you into the world!"

Pullman kept roaring, and the cleansing air waves, filled with the smell of blood, hit Qin Kun's face.

Qin Kun protected his face, having no idea how many weird spells he could use. If this continued, this guy was really going to kill himself.

"The great flames entangle the dark hand!"

The power of cold flames clung to his hands, and Qin Kun attacked Pullman's face.

Pullman's appearance at this moment is no longer the same as before, it is very similar to the devil's appearance just now. It seemed that his skull had changed from a human bone to a sheep.

It has a long face, horns, slanted eyes, and protruding fangs.

"The five-star magic circle, the doom has been determined, the doomsday is coming!!!"

Qin Kun's attack did not cause any hindrance to Pullman. Pullman held a key high and thrust it towards Qin Kun.

The key had the power of pulling. Qin Kun wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't.

The key was stabbed diagonally above Qin Kun's chest and below his trachea. The devil-like Pullman used all his strength to twist the key with a ferocious expression.

"The end of the world? I am the end of the world!!"

Qin Kun yelled hysterically, since there is no way to avoid it, let's see who dies first!

A drill awl appeared in Qin Kun's hand, and Qin Kun inserted it forcefully into Pullman's temple.

Pullman was turning the key, while Qin Kun was stirring the drill cone.

Pullman was panicked for a moment. He didn't expect that his body, which had become iron-clad, would be successfully attacked by the opponent.

Chisel life cone.

For thousands of years, he has worshiped the Buddha and immortals, and chiseled his life into clouds and smoke.

This magical weapon only opens coffins, does not kill ghosts, but... hurts souls.

This is also the only magical weapon in Qin Kun's hand that can cause direct harm to the human body. It is still effective in the mirage world!

The mirage shattered, but the life-cutting cone did not disappear. It had already pierced the mirage, pierced into reality, and was inserted into Pullman's temple.

Since it is a destiny, death in the mirage world will also be a real death.

Qin Kun let go and stopped stirring. The inside of Pullman's head had long become a puddle of mud. Without any support, Pullman's body fell straight to the ground.

Qin Kun had the key inserted in his chest, but he pulled it out bit by bit.

The bones were still vibrating, and with a sudden bang, Qin Kun saw the stones attached to his ghost falling down one after another. Qin Kun pulled out the key, breathing like a bellows on his chest, sweating heavily, and quickly took two Blood King Pills.

"Huh...wedding clothes, Xu Tao, Shui Monk, and the old man in Jinyi, all come out!"

Including the wedding ghost, all the ghosts Qin Kun practiced were called out.

In the room, the group of evil ghosts saw that Pullman was dead and Qin Kun and Niu Meng were seriously injured. They wanted to get together and take advantage. However, the next moment, two evil ghosts appeared with two evil ghosts.

The group of fierce ghosts were startled.

Qin Kun looked at Niu Meng's chest. Niu Meng also had a key inserted in his chest. His Yin body was very unstable and showed signs of collapse. Qin Kun hurriedly exchanged it for a bowl of Yin soup for him.

The Yin soup restored half of his injuries. After Niu Meng drank it, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the key.

"Brother Kun... I need to practice for a while. I'm afraid I won't be able to use it when the fierce ghost appears. You must remember not to fight with others... Don't use Chaishan Sword Technique and Karma Fire God Gang easily. No one will protect you. You must Take care of yourself!"

Niu Meng rarely spoke so many words. It felt like his last words. Qin Kun knew that Niu Meng's injury this time was definitely not serious.

"Niu Meng! Here is a bowl of Yin soup..."

Qin Kun exchanged another bowl. If Niu Meng and Peipi hadn't been guarding him tonight, he might have capsized in the gutter.

Niu Meng shook his head, his face was sluggish, and his ghostly aura continued to escape, as if his whole person would split in two at any time.

"It's useless... The origin of the Yin Soul was injured. The Yin Tang barely stabilized the injury. The remaining injuries must be recovered on their own..." Niu Meng said and got into the mandrill cover.

Qin Kun put on his clothes and sat on the bed. He scanned the ghosts in the room and said dryly: "Don't let go of any ghosts who come with you tonight!!"

Xu Tao, Wedding Yi, Shui Monk, and Jin Yi Old Ghost have never seen Qin Kun so angry, as if their inner skin has been touched.

"In addition..." Qin Kun's blood-red eyes stared at the wedding ghost, and a fierce expression he had never seen before appeared on his face, "Tonight, a small part of the reason is because you borrowed my yang energy. I won't do it first." It’s your fault, but if anything happens to Peeling again, I’ll be rude to you.”

The wedding ghost lowered his head and bit his teeth: "I understand."

"Go ahead, it would be best if you can find out where they came from."

Xu Tao took Shui Monk and the old ghost in Jinyi to chase the evil ghost outside, and the ghost in wedding clothes went to help the skinner ghost.

Qin Kun took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

After more than a dozen rings, the phone was picked up: "Who is this?"

"Huangquan Tianfu, Fengdu disciple?"

On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged man's deep voice came: "Who are you?"

"He's from Linjiang. I need to burn the body."

"where?"

“Safe Hotel.”

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Tonight is destined to be extraordinary.

When Dou Shaotong arrived at the Pingan Hotel, it was already 5 o'clock in the morning.

He met a young man in the presidential suite on the top floor.

He is of medium-to-high height, has a muscular build, is young, has a fierce look in his eyes, and his whole body is stained with blood.

At the bathroom door, a foreigner fell to the ground with a small wound on his temple.

"Death cone?"

Dou Shaotong was surprised. He looked at the young man in front of him, "Is this little brother the heir of the coffin maker?"

"no."

After Qin Kun answered, he suddenly frowned because he saw two young men coming in and putting Pullman's body in a body bag.

Dou Shaotong could see Qin Kun's concerns and said hehe, "These are my two apprentices, they are our own people and they are just burning corpses. They have done a lot more."

Qin Kun was relieved.

Dou Shaotong is 37 this year and is the director of Sangyu Funeral Parlor. This generation of Fengdu residents guard Sangyu.

Discussing seniority, Dou Shaotong was discussing friendship with his peers, Director Wang and Uncle Qu. Logically speaking, there should be a partner. After a while, a somewhat wealthy man wearing a torn sweater walked in.

"Old Dou, you're crazy to wake me up at 5 o'clock in the evening!"

The man in the sweater was dressed in rags, like a rag picker, but Qin Kun discovered that this guy was wearing a Patek Philippe.

Qin Kun has seen this brand in Li Zhe's hand. Judging from the workmanship, it should be at least 6 figures.

"Boy, what are you looking at? A poor man can't afford a good watch?" The sweater man rolled his eyes at Qin Kun, "I heard that you also work in a funeral parlor and haven't you ever stripped anything from a corpse?"

Qin Kun was speechless for a while. Was this expression of emotion ripped from a corpse? Why haven't I encountered anything like this?

Dou Shaotong smiled apologetically: "This is my partner, Lao Liu, the gatekeeper of the funeral parlor. Don't listen to his nonsense. A wealthy businessman died last year. He turned into a ghost and asked Lao Liu to help him with something. The ghost gave him the gift. "

Qin Kun had never seen Fengdu disciples with such personality. Seeing that they were young, he nodded politely: "Please, Brother Dou and Brother Liu."

Dou Shaotong chuckled: "No trouble, I would like to ask if Senior Wang and Senior Qu are okay? We went to Linjiang City 6 or 7 years ago, and the two seniors took good care of us."

"They are in great health, don't worry."

Qin Kun frowned and looked at the blood on the ground, feeling a little worried.

Pullman was dead and his body was disposed of, but what to do with the blood?

Even if the people in the life and death realm had some tricks to avoid the surveillance cameras and the body could be carried out silently, the blood in the room would still have to be discovered early tomorrow morning.

There is blood in the house, on the walls, on the floor, and on the furniture. What should I do?

The ragged sweater could see Qin Kun's embarrassment and snorted coldly: "Boy, give me 1 yuan and I will solve it for you."

"1 yuan? Why don't you go and grab it!"

Qin Kun could tear off the wallpaper, wash the carpet, and wipe the furniture, but it was a bit troublesome. At most, it wouldn't cost 1 yuan to pay for the wallpaper.

"Is one yuan a lot?" Lao Liu's voice rose an octave.

"Not much?" Qin Kun's voice rose another octave.

"Aren't you all rich in Linjiang City?"

"Fuck you, I only have 85oo with perfect attendance and performance for a month!"

"Fuck...that's not right! Didn't Senior Wang say that the average salary in your unit has reached 22?"

twenty two? ! Bullshit! Anyone who works in a funeral home can get...

Wait, Qin Kun was confused, as if he really didn't know how much money Lao Wang and the others earned a month.

If you are really 22... Damn it, am I the one who lowered the average salary after doing this for a long time?

"Here, I'll leave this blood to you." Qin Kun endured the pain and took out 1 yuan.

Lao Liu smiled happily and gave 5,000 to Director Dou. Director Dou couldn't laugh or cry. The other person was also a person of life and death. Lao Liu asked for money as soon as he opened his mouth. Isn't it a little too unreasonable?

Lao Liu had nothing to be embarrassed about. Now that the money was collected, he took out a piece of yellow paper, lit it, and threw it on the ground.

"Are you crazy? It's going to catch on fire!"

Qin Kun shouted, but after shouting, he found that nothing on the yellow paper was burned, and all the blood stains on the burned areas were... gone.

"Fire? Fengdu disciples are all about destroying corpses and exterminating traces. If it's on fire, it doesn't mean destroying corpses and exterminating traces." The ragged sweater said proudly, with an expression that said you were too young and had too little experience.

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