Ghost Shelter System

The handle of the knife was in Qin Kun's hand, and the scabbard was thrust into the middle-aged man's mouth with too much force. The middle-aged man hurriedly opened the scabbard and retched with tears streaming down his face.

"Baga (bastard)!!!"

The middle-aged man roared, and the drinkers at that table stood up one after another.

"Hey, kid, are you tired of living?"

Together with the middle-aged men, there were four people in total, including a wretched thin man, a tattooed bald man, and a big beard.

The three of them stood up and slapped the table. The boss hurriedly came over to break up the fight.

"Aoki-kun! Calm down! Everyone is here to drink, don't cause any misunderstanding! Yamamoto-kun is not injured!"

The boss also saw it just now. It was clearly Mr. Yamamoto who came forward to tease the little girl. He was being humiliated in self-defense. The boy was carrying a knife when he came in. It was obvious that he was not a good person. You still went to provoke him?

The middle-aged man finished retching, stood up, and stared at Qin Kun.

Qin Kun rubbed his neck. Are you going to fight?

The blood in his body was boiling, he liked this environment.

Behind him, three people came over. The boss could no longer persuade her. The little girl was shivering. When Qin Kun heard someone swiping a wine bottle from behind, he ducked sideways and hit his ribs with an elbow.

The wretched and thin man bent down and felt that his bones were broken. Qin Kun grabbed his hair and pushed him over.

The force was so great that the wretched and thin man hit the bearded man, his head banged, he covered his head and screamed.

The middle-aged man picked up the bench. The bald tattoo behind Qin Kun took out an iron chain and wrapped it around Qin Kun's neck. The middle-aged man smashed the bench down.

This group of people cooperated. They were not ordinary drinking uncles. It seemed that this was not the first time they had fought!

Qin Kun tugged on the iron chain. Unexpectedly, Qin Kun was so strong, so he bent over his shoulders and hit the bench on the back of his head.

"Yamamoto! Why did you hit me!"

The bald tattooed man was roaring, and the middle-aged man was stunned. Who knew that the bench would become like this when it fell?

When Qin Kun saw the bald man behind him and wanted to run away, he grabbed him and threw him hard. The bald tattoo man suddenly realized that his feet were off the ground! How strong is his strength? !

At this moment, the bald tattoo felt a little regretful, but there is no regret medicine in the world. The bald tattoo flew in the air and hit the middle-aged man. Before the force was gone, the two hit the musician in the corner.

The food and wine on the table were smashed over, the manuscript was torn, the musician burst out with anger, and raised the pen in his hand to poke the middle-aged man in the eye!

The little girl was suddenly stunned and shouted: "Stop!"

"Anyone who damages my manuscript will die!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah"

Blood was pouring out. The middle-aged man was poked five or six times, and his two eyeballs were poked to pieces. The bald man with tattoos was poked into the back of his neck with a pen. His whole body shook violently for a while, and he actually stopped moving!

The musician's weathered face became ferocious and cold, and his fingers turned into claws, piercing the middle-aged man's trachea.

The blood flowed out and mixed into the wine. No matter how hard the middle-aged man struggled, he couldn't break free!

"Nishiyama Hayato!" the little girl suddenly shouted loudly, her eyes glowing blue, "You won't survive tonight!"

The musician's face is no longer the face of vicissitudes of life. The face is full of sarcasm, and at the same time it has become a monster.

The drinkers at the other table had already run away when they saw the blood, and there were still a few asleep. Qin Kun sat nearby and watched: There is indeed something wrong with this little girl!

The movement skills comparable to those of Nichenbu were originally alarming, but now it seems that the little girl is not a primary school student at all! In the first mission, the little girl probably killed the wasted bullet on the Shinkansen!

"It turns out to be the envoy of Yin Yang Lao, hehe hehehe... The boss is almost here, and you won't survive tonight!"

The little girl stood on the table. From her schoolbag, a string of talismans flew out and turned into a long dragon circling around her. Qin Kun was startled. This appearance was much more handsome than Wang Qian! This girl knows talismans?

The talisman paper was not a talisman paper in the ordinary sense. The little girl stretched out two fingers on each hand, clamped the talisman paper, and silently recited a strange syllable.

It's not Japanese, not Chinese, it seems to be a strange spell!

After reciting, the blue light in the little girl's eyes became brighter: "Shikigami Zeshou!"

Qin Kun found it incredible that a swamp appeared on the flat land. A man emerged from the swamp. He was a mud man, holding a samurai sword in his hand. His whole body was dried quickly, like a pottery figurine!

Although the terracotta warriors looked like Japanese samurai, Qin Kun felt that this thing was very similar to the terracotta warriors and horses! With a simple texture and the accumulation of time, the warrior figurines appeared, or two of them, and quickly attacked the ghost in the corner!

Qin Kun found that the surrounding environment was filled with yin and yang, and yang was yin. It was no longer clear whether this was the underworld or the yang world. It was an ordinary tavern, but he was not affected by mirage. He actually found that the surroundings had become something that was neither yin nor yin. A sunny place.

Onmyoji? !

Is this... the method of Onmyoji? ? ?

"Is this all you can do? My Lord Messenger!"

The ghost had an extra harp in his hand. The warrior figurine came closer, and the strings were controlled by him, entangled with the warrior figurine. Gradually, it split, and with more force, it collapsed!

The samurai figurines are very upright. When one dies, the second one continues to move forward as if he is dead!

"Nishiyama Hayato, I told you that you will die tonight!"

Two more talismans, the shikigami appeared, and two warrior figurines!

Then, there are endless shikigami.

Qin Kun could see that these guys were just cannon fodder, but he couldn't handle the large number. In the blink of an eye, dozens of warrior figurines appeared. A few of them hit the ghost, but the damage was not serious, but the steady stream of shikigami, who knows? When will it be the end!

The last warrior figurine was chopped into pieces, and the ghost smiled ferociously: "Lord Messenger, is this what you are capable of?"

The ground is completely covered with clay, and it is neither yin nor yang here. The remains of warrior figurines made of yin soil were not dispersed by the yang energy, but swamps appeared again.

The little girl smiled and twisted a bunch of chicken bones: "Nishiyama Hayato, goodbye."

The ghost was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the little girl's relaxed expression, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He suddenly turned his head, and behind him was a swamp pool. In the pool, there were bubbles bubbling!

Gululu's bubbles grew bigger and bigger, and a huge warrior figurine appeared! Not the minion that appeared earlier, but a general!

Shikigami Zeshou!

Covered in armor and with empty eyes, he was already a third of the way out, already exceeding the height of the ghost general. When he was fully out, he was nearly 4 meters tall!

"Roar"

A powerful sword struck the ghost general, and the ghost general named Nishiyama Hayato screamed ferociously, with anger and pain in his scream!

"die!!!"

The strings were entwined. Although the warrior figurine was made of clay, it had super strong defense and great strength. He completely ignored the strings on his body and kicked the ghost general under his feet!

puff

Blood spat out, and the ghost general still didn't believe that a clay warrior could actually control himself!

The katana is raised high, and the ghost general cannot escape, so the tip of the sword falls.

"Haha, the shikigami refined from the Emperor's clay certainly deserves his reputation."

A voice sounded suddenly near and far away. The clay warrior was dropping his knife, and the tip of the knife was kicked off by a black shadow.

In front of him, a handsome red-haired boy appeared.

The boy looked at the little girl: "Are you Shionji Chiba?"

After saying that, he held the attacking warrior figurine with one hand. Starting from the arm, the warrior figurine was shattered inch by inch.