Ghost Shelter System

It has been a month since I came to the ghost town.

Qin Kun and his entourage lived in the home of a foreign member of the Yuan Dynasty, who was the ghost of the foreign member of the Yuan Dynasty who married his daughter.

Feng Qiang used charcoal to draw straight characters on the wall. When the foreign official saw five or six crooked straight characters drawn on the white wall of his house, his heart twitched with pain, but he did not dare to scold him.

Almost all the ghosts in this town do not have the stench of cannibalism. Except for a few unruly ghosts that were dealt with at the beginning, Qin Kun and the others got along pretty well with them this month. Because Qin Kun spared her life, the ghost lady was also grateful to Qin Kun and others.

A month later, and half a month later, in the past two months, ten straight characters were painted on the wall, and three more strokes were added.

In the past fifty days, everything that could be eaten by people around the ghost town has been eaten. Several people also tried to leave, but the result was that they would circle in circles. No matter how far they walked, they would always circle back to the town, and Qin Kun I found that my Heavenly Eye Technique was disturbed in this ghost town, as if the space was distorted...

"Qin Kun... what should we do? It's been fifty-three days. After the rabbit nest was emptied, the wild fruits and vegetables near the town were almost eaten up. If we can't get out, we will have to chew the bark..."

Food has become less and less in the past few days, and Feng Qiang's eyes are starving with hunger. What he wants to do most now is to eat a bowl of noodles with soybean paste, add more chili pepper, and two cloves of garlic.

Every time he thinks about fried noodles, Feng Qiang's stomach growls.

The food in the ghost town can fill the stomach, but it is not nutritious and if the spirit is deceived for a long time, adverse reactions will naturally occur. Feng Qiang does not like to eat wild vegetables, so he has been eating and drinking at Yuanwai's house some time ago, which brought The result was a syncope.

After fainting that time, Feng Qiang thought he was about to die. After waking up, he never dared to eat ghost food again, and he still has lingering fears.

But now even the wild vegetables are almost eaten up. This is a serious matter of running out of ammunition and food, and Feng Qiang is becoming more and more restless.

Outside the house, Mr. Gu and Shopkeeper Wen walked in.

"Master Qin, we've eaten all the wild vegetables and dug out the bird's nests in the trees. That's all for today's meal."

A pile of seemingly edible leaves, accompanied by a few unknown bird eggs, was the food for Qin Kun and others for a day.

Several people had sad faces, and everyone knew that they were waiting to die.

"Don't worry, it will be good if you have some." Qin Kun reassured a few people. Shopkeeper Wen shook his head and sighed, took out two flints from his bag and prepared to make rice.

After shopkeeper Wen went out, Master Gu whispered: "Master Qin, is there really nothing we can do..."

"nothing now."

After hearing this, Mr. Gu shook his head and walked out.

In the past few days, several people have put forward countless speculations about how to leave here.

These speculations are summarized in the end, and the general meaning is: being trapped here is probably related to ghosts. Can I kill all the ghosts in the town before I can get out?

Master Gu, Shopkeeper Wen, and Feng Qiang all think so.

Qin Kun could understand what the three people meant. These guys were probably crazy and wanted to encourage them to massacre the town. Qin Kun sneered at this.

No matter how powerful these little ghosts are, they are still as powerful as wandering souls and wild ghosts. They have also experienced the mirage world. This place is definitely not an ordinary ghost wall. I am afraid it has something to do with the geomagnetism. It may be a naturally formed formation.

In the past two months, Qin Kun has been tinkering with the formation scroll to see if there is any way out. The formation scroll contains thousands of formations. The more complex the formation, the more props are needed. Qin Kun found Three methods of breaking the formation were devised, but all failed due to insufficient props.

The sadness of several people also brought a sense of urgency to Qin Kun. In terms of irritability, Qin Kun was the most irritated. Being trapped in such a ghost place with no way out, no one would be in a good mood. good.

Qin Kun would really rather meet a big ghost and have a fight than be helpless here.

However, Qin Kun knew that he could not be chaotic. Impatience and anxiety were the most useless emotions. After years of hard work, he understood this truth more and more.

People can be angry and have a low bottom line, but impatience and anxiety cannot be tolerated. Qin Kun believes that the system will not give him a dead end. He just wants to find where the glimmer of hope is.

After breakfast, Qin Kun went out for a walk.

Feng Qiang and Qin Kun together.

Now Feng Qiang admires Qin Kun very much. He is about to starve to death, but he can still take a leisurely walk. How big is his heart?

Feng Qiang discovered that Qin Kun was going from house to house like a thief in the past few days. He didn't say anything when he entered the house, and stared at every corner of the ghost people's houses, scaring the ghost people so much that they dared not leave.

Feng Qiang didn't know what Qin Kun was doing, but Feng Qiang started chatting with the ghost people out of boredom.

"Hey, Lao Li, have you eaten?"

"Aniu, do you look so good?"

"Heidan, have you found a wife? Not yet? Then why are you hanging around?"

Feng Qiang was walking in the ghost town, with the butcher's knife hanging on his waist. The expressions of these ghosts made him very satisfied. The ghost people are not stupid either. They know that this is a killer and they must not dare to neglect him.

"Da Mao, let's go dig wild vegetables." Feng Qiang patted an honest ghost.

The ghost shrank his neck and said with a wry smile: "Master Feng, stop joking. I have something important to do today, so I won't accompany you to dig wild vegetables."

Seeing Feng Qiang grabbing the strong man, the ghost greased his feet and ran away quickly.

Important matter?

Hey, just avoid me and make excuses.

I, the dignified Master Feng, don’t even want to see ghosts?

Feng Qiang patted his butt, took a fruit from Damao's house, held it in his mouth, and met with Qin Kun.

"Qin Kun, have you finished reading? According to the division of labor, we will go find lunch after lunch."

After walking around all afternoon, Feng Qiang didn't forget food. He couldn't do anything to starve himself to death now. If he really didn't have anything to eat, he had already made plans to commit suicide.

After Qin Kun looked at this family, the ghost people were frightened: "Master Qin... Is there something wrong with my house? Is there some feng shui that is bothering you? Can you give me some advice..."

The ghost people laughed as if they were crying, carefully watching Qin Kun's expression.

Qin Kun reacted and said helplessly: "Your son is an eyesore, kill him."

The ghost people knelt on the ground as if struck by lightning: "Master Qin, no!"

"Then what nonsense are you talking about? Get out of here!"

The ghost people trembled and stepped aside, and Qin Kun walked out of the door.

Sure enough, nothing could be done.

In the woods next to the ghost town, Qin Kun was silent. He seemed to be meditating all the way and observing the surroundings carefully. Feng Qiang whispered: "Qin Kun, don't be in a daze, we really have nothing to eat."

Qin Kun came back to his senses and looked at Feng Qiang who was scraping the bark of the tree, feeling a little melancholy: "Yeah... I'm afraid I won't last three days."

Three days...

Feng Qiang expressed disdain for Qin Kun's optimism. But at this time, it’s better not to continue the sad topic.

"By the way, Qin Kun, what do you want to eat most now?"

These days, Qin Kun's mouth has faded. Hearing Feng Qiang's question, Qin Kun replied smoothly: "Dumplings filled with big meat and celery."

Qin Kun ate dumplings as his last meal at Qi Xiuyuan's house in Yanjing. After coming to Luliang, he had a meal of braised noodles. Thinking back, the dumplings still suit his appetite... Speaking of which, the Ghost Festival has been trapped until now, and I don’t know how many days have passed...

Um? !

etc!

Something suddenly flashed in Qin Kun's mind.

"On the half of the seventh month of Shi Gu, there are three festivals for ancestor worship!"

"Yes, it's the first half of the seventh month of Shigu, and there are three festivals for ancestor worship! How could I forget!!!"

Feng Qiang saw Qin Kun giggling on the spot again as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"Qin Kun? Qin Kun! Don't stand there and say nothing... As long as we can go out, my brother will take you to eat dumplings! Hey, are you okay?"

Qin Kun suddenly raised his head and looked at the gray sky.

"Old Feng, how many days have we been here?"

Well……

Feng Qiang swallowed: "I remember drawing ten straight characters and one more stroke, fifty-three days."

Fifty-three days! ! !

Qin Kun pinched his fingers, his face became more and more happy the more he counted, and after finishing pinching, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"You can go out now!"

Oh my God……

Feng Qiang opened his mouth slightly. What is going on? Qin Kun's current expression is no different from that of a magic stick!

Feng Qiang saw Qin Kun walking quickly into the town and trotted after him: "Don't be kidding me, Qin Kun, are you starving? Let me share my share of the meal with you!"

Qin Kun rubbed his neck and looked relaxed. He turned around with confidence on his face.

"Not stupid."

After a pause, Qin Kun uttered four words: "Today is Double Ninth Festival!"