Ghost Shelter System

There are nine peaks in the distant mountains. The mountains are gentle and green. The sky was filled with dark clouds, accompanied by light rain, covering the flames of war at the bottom of the mountain.

There was no lightning, no ghost talisman, everything just disappeared, and only the cry of fighting was left in the world.

Everyone was on the top floor of Yunhe Building a moment ago, but now they are in a mountainous area, feeling a little confused.

The first person to react was Peng Xiao.

"Mirage world, good location!"

As a ghost hunter who followed Yang Shen and was once branded with a karma mark, Peng Xiao was particularly familiar with the environment he was in.

Mirage, that is, ghost hitting the wall.

If one person's mental power is much higher than that of others, then the mirage is cast and the others will be dragged into the caster's home court.

The second person to react was Xu Facheng.

He put away the Tao Shen Dui Sword, swallowed his saliva, looked at the nine peaks of the distant mountains, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

"Maoshan." Two words, one word at a time.

The three foreigners were a little at a loss. They didn't know where Maoshan was, but they knew that it was a mirage. It seemed that this place was the holy land in the hearts of Eastern exorcists.

Not far away, there is a Taoist temple. Sitting on a bluestone in front of the Taoist temple is a young man dressed as a Taoist priest with a long beard reaching to his chest, staring at the war in the direction of Maoshan without saying a word.

For a moment, there was silence between heaven and earth.

It seemed that all the sounds were gone away from everyone. Then, the sounds gradually became clearer, but it could not make people feel calm.

"It's Maoshan." The young man finally spoke.

The nine peaks in the distant mountains are Maoshan, the ancestral home of the ghost hunter.

The nine peaks are like the nine pieces on a chessboard, scattered in various directions. The place where they are is a companion peak.

Compared with the Nine Peaks of Maoshan Mountain, this place is low, and the Taoist temple behind it, as well as the Taoist priests' robes, are even more shabby. The Taoist temple is incomplete, including the main hall, with a total of about ten rooms standing sparsely in place.

The Taoist priest's body was covered with patches, and his shabby appearance did not make him lose his personal grace. The rain wet his hair. He raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the statue of Sanqing in the main hall with a bitter expression.

The Taoist priest walked into the main hall, touched the gorgeous red-painted beams with his fingers, looked at the statue of the Sanqing God draped in brocade and gold, and said to the people following him: "If you want to fight, we can fight again later."

"you"

The corners of Peng Xiao's mouth moved but he said nothing.

The corners of Xu Facheng's mouth moved but he didn't speak.

They knew that it was Qin Kun who spoke, but not entirely Qin Kun.

This is Fuyu Mountain, a companion peak of Maoshan Mountain, a little-known hilltop.

This Taoist priest is naturally the first generation Tengu companion in Mount Fuyu.

Outside the hall, a thin Taoist priest walked in. He was about 30 years old, but he was malnourished and short in stature. He trembled and said: "Little, little uncle, there are officers and soldiers at the bottom of the mountain. We should escape."

Qin Kun ignored him.

The thin Taoist priest sighed, and then his attention was attracted. He suddenly saw Peng Xiao and Wuwei Ghost King standing in the corner, with angry expressions: "Two evil mourners dare to come out and take advantage of the situation today?! The Taoist master is in the right mood now. Very bad, you are dead!"

After saying that, his aura changed. From the sad look on his face, his whole aura became fierce, and a talisman flew out of each of his hands.

"Taishang Xuandu is inspired, where can the evil spirit of the devil escape!!!"

Ordinary yellow paper, with cinnabar engraved with runes on the paper, the runes flew out, and the hairs on Peng Xiao and Wuwei Ghost King's bodies stood up.

"Xuan Du Ling! How can a piece of ordinary yellow paper depict Xuandu Ling?!" Peng Xiao couldn't believe it.

"Hmph! You know a lot." The thin Taoist priest Huang snorted disdainfully when he saw that the talisman paper had wrapped around the other party.

Peng——

The two ghost kings were directly pulled by the talisman paper, unable to hide. The ghost bodies exploded, and Xuandu ordered the talismans to quickly wrap around the Yin dragons in their bodies.

The thin Taoist priest waved, and the talisman flew back. The talisman wrapped in the Yin Dragon, like a meat roll, was put into his mouth.

Qin Kun was helpless: "Why are you eating this?"

The thin Taoist priest licked his mouth and regained his timid temperament: "I'm hungry, little uncle. We haven't eaten properly for two days and two nights."

After that, he added: "By the way, are these people the barbarians you captured? Do you want to kill them?"

The thin Taoist priest asked curiously when he saw a few foreigners with strange clothes and blond hair and blue eyes.

killed? You say that so casually? ! With your figure, who gave you the confidence? ! !

Van Helsing, Marissa, and Carman stiffened their backs. Although they roared in their hearts, they did not dare to be careless. This thin Taoist priest with an unattractive appearance subdued two ghost kings with one move, and even ate the opponent's body-protecting Yin Dragon, which made people no longer know what words to express their feelings.

Is it scary?

Or absurd?

Moreover, seeing him looking at him with hostility in his eyes, several people felt frightened.

Qin Kun said: "No need."

"Oh, then run away quickly, everyone is waiting for you." The three barbarians, if the junior uncle said he won't kill them, then he won't kill them. There's nothing to worry about.

"Don't run away."

"Don't run away?! They have military formations! And they have bows and crossbows! Uncle Master, we are just Taoist priests who catch ghosts, not invulnerable gods!!!" Thin Huang Taoist reminded with a wry smile.

Qin Kun had no expression on his face, waved his hand, and smashed the Sanqing statue behind him with one palm.

Suddenly, a chant came from the chest.

"It doesn't matter if I stay alone in the eight wastelands of Fuyu Town and don't worship Sanqing. I will gain countless heavenly deeds, and the land of bones will never be seen in the green mountains."

It was like a personal declaration, like dissatisfaction with gods and Buddhas, like an accusation against the world, like pity for the common people, like a burst of turbulent emotions being vented by him.

In this month of this year, at the beginning of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the Eight Kings Rebellion ended, the Five Wild Husbands wreaked havoc on the Central Plains, all life in China was devastated, and heaven and earth mourned together.

Qin Kun shook off his sleeves and robe, and sat firmly under the broken statue of Sanqing. A fierce light burst out between his eyebrows.

"Let them come!!! Fight to the death!!!"

Fight to the death!

Fight to the death——

The continuous lingering sound filled the eardrums.

It’s 6:30 in the morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines through the window.

Everyone seemed to be in a big dream.

In the dream, there was a shocking battle on that mountain, and now, my whole body is sore.

When Xu Facheng woke up, he found that he was still standing, still holding the two swords in his hands. However, standing for a long time had made his muscles stiff and red and swollen. His breath was released, and he fell straight to the ground.

With depleted spiritual power and listless spirit, with black and white hair and eyes filled with the joy of surviving the disaster, he vowed that he must practice Taoism well in the future and no longer be affected by other people's mirage.

Because I no longer want to accompany Qin Kun to fight in that ghost place.

The foreign guy and the hot blonde girl, their consumption is no less than that of Xu Facheng, and they fought all night last night.

What a war that was!

No matter what holy magic he used, he couldn't escape from the mirage world, and he was afraid of dying in the mirage world, so he had no choice but to take action desperately. There were so many soldiers and so many corpses. I couldn’t remember how many people I killed in my dream last night and how many times they were chopped. I could only be glad that I didn’t die in the mirage and survived until dawn.

At this moment, there were no shadows of the two ghost kings around, and Kaman was also gone.

The two fell to the ground one after another. They saw Qin Kun sitting on the second floor with a middle-aged man, drinking coffee.

"Mr. Xun, that's the thing. Everything in your company is caused by this guy. Maybe you don't believe it, but magicians do exist."

High-end coffee, to be honest, was not as smooth as instant coffee. Next to Qin Kun, there was a corpse, the ‘blood beast’ Kaman.

When Xun Tiancheng woke up in the morning, he found that there were four or five people standing nearby, motionless as if possessed by evil spirits. This scene was extremely strange.

Fortunately, Qin Kun gave him a reasonable explanation: these people were fighting in order to help Xun Tiancheng catch ghosts and eliminate demons.

At the same time, the blame was placed on the dead Kaman, who was the culprit that caused his confusion and mental malaise.

Xun Tiancheng is a shrewd businessman. He obviously saw an old Taoist priest who was neither human nor ghost last night, but why did the culprit turn out to be a foreigner covered in blood after dawn?

He didn't understand, but he was willing to believe Qin Kun's words.

"Master Qin, are you saying that they are all here to help me?" Xun Tiancheng asked cautiously.

Qin Kun nodded: "Isn't it too much to pay a few more portions of the cause and effect fee?"

Xun Tiancheng immediately said seriously: "It's not just too much! It's simply too much! During this period of time, I was confused and confused by the brush, and I lost a huge amount of money. If it weren't for you, this would be Life is driving me crazy!"

"Let's do this." Xun Tiancheng paused and said boldly, "One million per person. You called everyone here. How about I give you five million?"

five million!

Qin Kun was as excited as if he had won the lottery. He resisted the bombardment of money and shook his head in refusal: "That's not how causal accounts are calculated." After that, Qin Kun gave him a number that he thought was reasonable.

Xun Tiancheng grinned awkwardly: "Master Qin, is it too little? I'm not short of money."

He ignored the mess in the office and opened a safe. There was probably 2 million in cash alone.

Qin Kun's eyes widened and he yawned pretending to be indifferent.

"Boss Xun, are you panicking because you have too much money? Isn't it better to pay less?"

"No, no, no, aren't you afraid of neglecting all the masters?" Xun Tiancheng said with an apologetic smile.

Seeing a 1916 in the cabinet next to him, Qin Kun took it away, picked up a handful of soft girl coins, and put them into a briefcase: "300,000 is enough, anyone who wants more is a lie. Several other people gave How much, just follow what I tell you.”

"Oh oh oh, okay, okay."

Xun Tiancheng blinked and nodded.