Ghost Shelter System

North of the Yellow River, it is late autumn and the weather suddenly turns cold.

Sangyu City, in a wreath shop in an old street.

An old man wearing reading glasses cut white flowers with trembling hands. After installing a wreath, he rubbed his sore eyes.

After all, he is old, and this kind of delicate work is a bit tiring for him.

Several apprentices were working in the shop, and the old man sat on the horse at the door smoking a cigarette, watching people coming and going.

The old street is not very prosperous, and this kind of third-tier city is not close to the prosperity, but the slow pace of life has a bit of life that is not found in big cities.

A woman came back from shopping and greeted the old man, "Brother Ning, aren't you busy today?"

The old man chuckled: "Busy! Why is the big girl here free?"

The old man and the woman obviously knew each other. The woman was nearly 50 years old. She had a round face and looked a bit rich. She smiled and said, "I asked Brother Ning some time ago. I wonder how it went? I stopped by to buy some food today and asked. ask."

The old man glanced at the woman's vegetable basket. Chicken heads, duck heads, and rabbit heads were all bloody and looked a little creepy. But this is a good meal for the dead.

The old man took a puff of cigarette, knocked the pot on the sole of his shoe, and replaced it with shredded tobacco. He looked a little melancholy and said, "Three children have been left behind. After all, the people on the other side of Linjiang are somewhat resistant."

The woman was slightly startled: "You mean Yang'er... went to the south?"

The old man nodded. The woman didn't believe it, but she had to believe it. She just murmured: "But why would he go south..."

The old man saw the woman startled and felt a little regretful: "Sister Zhong, I may not be able to help you. As you know, I have been at odds with Chu Laoxian and Jing Laohu over the years, and my family and their two sects also have old quarrels. Resentment. Wu Xiong was forced to leave by our northern faction. His return that day was already a signal. I guess something might have happened to Wuwei Mountain."

The woman seemed disappointed, but her expression became serious.

The southern sect and the northern sect came from the same origin, but after so many years of division, there is no longer the possibility of reconciliation.

However, division is division, and there are naturally rules on the path of life and death.

Although the southern rivers and northern mountains are irrelevant, it does not mean that the centuries-old rules have been forgotten. When one's own disciples run to someone else's territory, it is already a sign of rebellion. And the other party dared to accept him blatantly.

There was a faint flash of greenness in the woman's eyes, as if she was displeased.

"Brother Ning, I want to go to Linjiang, do you think so?"

The woman hesitated for a moment and asked softly.

The old man was silent for a long time, looked at the gray sky, and sighed.

"Hey, sister of the Zhong family, why bother? I heard that your daughter is about to give birth, why don't you just calm down?"

The woman insisted: "Some things and some rules must be maintained by someone. When I run this family, I must behave like a parent..."

The old man knew that no matter how much he tried to persuade her, it would be useless. In terms of status, this woman was equal to him, so how could he have the right to demand anything from her?

"I heard that the contemporary Tiangu has been born. Fengdu Menke, Tiangu, and Nanzong are not easy to mess with. There is only one person left in your Zhong family, so why bother to take risks yourself."

The woman smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Brother Ning, there was a famine at home when I was a child, and the whole village was almost wiped out. If master hadn't taken me in, I would have died a long time ago. Master has always taken the Northern Sect's face very seriously. , As the head of the Zhong family, although I have never read a book, I am not afraid of playing tricks with Nanzong."

The old man knew that women had already made up their minds and no amount of persuasion would be of any use.

He handed the woman a gilded invitation: "Okay, I know I can't dissuade you. This is an invitation from a rich man in central and southern Shanxi to ask me to perform a ritual. The reward is 500,000 yuan. I will give it to you and add some clothes after it is done." , don’t lose face in front of those people in the south.”

The woman wiped her dirty hands on her clothes, carefully accepted the invitation, and nodded gratefully: "Brother Ning, I'll leave first."

The old man said: "Go ahead. If you can see Chu Laoxian and Jing Laohu, tell me something. I'll wait for them to come to Sangyu to destroy me."

"I understand."

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At this moment, unlike Sang Yucheng's ordinary conversation, Qin Kun looked a little embarrassed.

On the PK stage, the missionary and his heroic spirit were so capable!

The surrounding illusion was a temple, and the noise of the group of people shouting that they were heretics made everyone dizzy.

"Niu Meng, what on earth is this heroic spirit? How many times has it been kicked by you, and why is it still alive and kicking?" The heroic spirit Jinjik was kicked to pieces by Niu Meng again, and the Tianling Cap appeared intact. Things started to get weird.

Even if you are a ghost, you can't be so invincible, right? This is a confrontation between the Yin and the body, and it is an effective kill after all!

When Qin Kun was wondering, he was accidentally slapped on the face by the missionary's thorn stick, which caused burning pain.

The old magic stick rolled up his sleeves and his arms were thick and powerful. Qin Kun cursed in his heart: Damn it, which magic stick has such wild muscles? Qin Kun was sure that this guy must not have been a good person before.

Niu Meng had kicked the heroic spirit Jinjike away with his flying soul kick for the sixth time. His eyes were also very suspicious. Niu Meng said in a deep voice: "Brother Kun, I heard that heroes in life can become heroic spirits after death and receive blessings from the people." , enshrined in the temple. This big nose is probably this kind of ghost!"

Qin Kun was stunned, "Don't ghosts stay in the world because of obsession?"

Niu Meng said solemnly: "This big nose must have wanted to protect something, but it turned into a heroic spirit before it was completed. This kind of ghost is obsessed with the best, and its combat power is extremely strong. It is no worse than those ghosts who died miserably with twisted minds!"

Qin Kun didn't expect this heroic spirit to have such a background, but he felt contempt for the missionary.

The ghost of such a hero dares to be used as a summons without fear of divine punishment!

On the opposite side, missionary Thiatis saw Qin Kun's offensive slowing down and said calmly: "Lost lambs, some evil and dirty people will be ashamed in the face of the Holy Light. Put down your knife and atone for your sins!"

Thiatis was also very angry. Qin Kun's Karma-stealing knife could not cause any harm to the body, but it could cut clothes and seriously injure ghosts. Thiatis' clothes were cut into tatters by Qin Kun, and he cut them again , the underwear is almost exposed.

Moreover, Jin Jike was slashed several times. He was already old. The heroic spirit stayed in the world for a long time and his thinking was slow. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a confused old ghost. Jinjike only knew how to protect everything related to the Holy See. He was slashed several times with the Karma Seizing Sword, and his thinking became even more chaotic.

If this continues, Jinjik will really die!

In the real world, Thiatis still has to rely on Jinjik to spread the doctrine and get rid of evil spirits. This is the foundation of his life! If Jinjik died, Thiatis felt that the people in the Holy See would really be angry with him.

Moreover, he could feel that every time Jinjik was cut by the oriental man, his spiritual body weakened a little. Although the heroic spirit is almost immortal and can exist indefinitely as long as there are blessings and prayers, the accumulation of blessings and prayers is also It takes time!

"My child, if you find your way back, I can spare your life!"

Qin Kun took a sip and said: "Stop talking nonsense! God stick, try my trick!"

Qin Kun knew that if the fight continued like this, even if Niu Meng surpassed the heroic spirit by a lot, he would still be crushed to death by his golden hammer.

"The fierce ghost...is here!"

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