Ghost Shelter System

It was around 4 o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark in Linjiang City.

Once the Yin time has passed, any ghosts who dare to stay in the Yang world will be suppressed by Yang Qi. Xijueluo and his guards returned to school.

Behind him, a ghost with chaotic consciousness was being escorted by guards, staggering behind him.

"Master Jueluo, the manor is in front of you, why don't you go in?"

Directly in front of them was a bamboo garden, where their old nest was. Standing by the basketball court a hundred meters outside the bamboo garden, Xijueluo stopped.

"Wait, there's something weird."

For some reason, Xijueluo felt that Zhuyuan was different from the past, and some indescribable discomfort filled his mind.

"eccentric?"

The guard was stunned. Why didn't he see anything strange?

Although Xijueluo looks young, he acts cautiously. Zhang Yiming, the new subordinate he recruited last time, couldn't bear the loneliness and went out at night to attract Yang Qi, which directly attracted Yang Ren's attention.

Xijueluo was even more careful at that time. The manor would be exposed at any time, so he had to be very alert.

"Zhang Tong, go and call those two guys out."

Xijueluo was naturally referring to Guo Xiaoya and Zhang Yiming who were looking after the bamboo garden.

Zhang Tong walked into the bamboo forest and came to Guo Xiaoya's cave, but found no one.

He sniffed, there was actually a Yang person staying here? !

"Damn it, did they break the rules again?"

Master Jueluo was about to achieve great things, but things went wrong again and again at critical moments. If that bamboo mud ghost hadn't saved Master Jueluo's life and cured his injury, Master Jueluo would not have indulged her again and again. .

She brought that idiot who has been causing trouble, and now she has kidnapped Yang Ren again?

Zhang Tong quickly walked out of the cave and wanted to report the incident to Lord Jueluo.

However, two people suddenly sat on the stone at the entrance of the cave.

A man with a greasy moustache and wearing a floral shirt.

A Taoist man with a horse-like face and an arrogant and unkind expression.

Zhang Tong looked at the other party, and the other party was also looking at himself.

"What are you looking at? Is there any flowers on grandpa's face?"

Li Chong lit a cigarette, and lying on his body was a female ghost with a death pattern and a ghost curse. The female ghost was lying on Li Chong's back. She looked like a witch with a disheveled head, but her facial features were very delicate. She pushed her tangled hair away from her forehead with her fingers and said with a smile: "Master, he is a ghost general with a strong ghost spirit."

On the other side, behind the horse-faced Taoist priest, a black silk ghost appeared, with a black cloth covering his face and cold eyes. He pulled out an embroidered spring knife and held it behind his back.

"Zhao Feng, is this the guy?"

The horse-faced Taoist priest looked arrogant and was about to give the order to capture the enemy when he suddenly heard the ghost call him by his name and whispered: "Hei Silk, I raised you to be a ghost, you need to give me some thin noodles."

The black silk ghost tugged at the black cloth covering his face: "Bo Mian? I once served as the Qianhu of the Jinyi Guards, and you are just the lowest Tiqi. If I hadn't repaid my kindness, do you think I would obey you?"

Zhao Feng was about to explode with anger. This black silk ghost was so arrogant that he didn't even want to see him. He was also a serious classist.

Am I Tiqi? Those are all modest claims! It’s also a slang term, not the official position you mentioned before!

This guy actually underestimated himself?

The Black Silk Ghost felt that his master's strength was average, and although his ability to escape was amazing, in a head-on fight with him, it would be impossible to decide who would lose or win. If he hadn't been relying on others, such a Taoist priest would not even want to deal with him based on his character during his lifetime.

Li Chong said: "Don't talk nonsense. Qin Kun and Fatty are going to catch the one outside. If we don't catch this one quickly, we will be laughed at. Let's do it!"

Zhao Feng was very angry, but he didn't worry about the issue of address anymore. The black silk ghost said: "I'll take the lead first!"

Guard Zhang Tong, the level of ghost general.

Now, he has confirmed that Jueluo Ye's premonition just now was right. The strength of the two yang people in front of me is unknown, but the difference between the two ghosts is very clear.

The ghost general’s spiritual power fluctuates! And there are two!

Apparently, one of them is a miko and the other is a samurai.

"The battlefield is boundless with bones, and the wind is scorching the earth to build graves!"

Zhang Tong's expression was solemn, and he shouted loudly: "Bang the drum to massacre the city!"

The bamboo forest disappeared and turned into a battlefield of scorched earth and smoke. Graveyards were everywhere. Bone soldiers crawled out of the graves. After beating drums for three times, this time, a group of bannermen's bone soldiers appeared, galloping on horseback.

Mirage world and favorable location!

The black silk ghost who rushed out was stunned and said to himself: What happened... This guy is not a general, but a commander? !

This guy who seems to be tall and powerful actually has extremely high mental power. The entire battlefield is his mirage. This is not a close combat type fierce ghost. In other words, what he is fighting with is his mental power.

The White Bone Soldiers were very weak, and the Bannerman White Bone Soldiers were a bit stronger, but they were killed by the black silk ghost in an instant, killing several of them.

But... in the battle formation in front of him, there were so many skeleton soldiers that he couldn't kill them all by himself! In this mirage world, one has to either carry the opponent until the opponent's mental strength cannot sustain it, or severely injure the opponent. In addition, killing all the Bone Soldiers is not realistic at all.

He is also a ghost general, and the ghost energy of the black silk ghost is all based on his killing skills. In the time of a stick of incense, he kills like mowing grass. Bone soldiers are still pouring out of the opponent's battle formation.

The black silk ghost tried to bully him, but he was wrapped up in three layers, inside and outside, and fell into a hard fight on the wheel.

Zhao Feng was also pulled into the mirage world. When he saw the somewhat embarrassed black silk ghost, he curled his lips and said: "What can you do if you don't have the ability! Li Chong, the rhythm and momentum of the drumming over there haven't changed at all. I'm afraid his mental strength is still the same." Energetic, quick victory."

Li Chong nodded. Unless the opponent lets a few of his people leave, or has a way to break through this mirage, the only way to get out of this mirage is to kill all of us or the other party.

"Curse karma, plunder the formation."

"Good master."

The cursed ghost climbed down from Li Chong and clapped his hands: "Would you like to play the drum? I can do it too!"

In the mirage world, an altar appeared, and a group of people who looked like witches were screaming and dancing. Next to them, the small arms of the curse ghost picked up two huge animal bone drumsticks and beat the big drum.

The black silk ghosts who were fighting fiercely suddenly heard the sound of an excited drum. When they looked back, they saw a cursed ghost beating a drum on an altar. As soon as the drum sound sounded, it affected the drum sound on the opposite side, causing the opponent's troop dispatch speed to be obvious. It's decreasing!

The black silk ghost's spirit was greatly shaken!

What also excites me is that Master Li and his master came to support him.

"Nine transformations from fish and dragon to flying knives!"

"Kuihu Taoism Fights Jiuyin!"

The skeleton soldiers on the three floors inside and three outside were torn open by Li Chong and Zhao Feng and broke into the encirclement.

On the other side, the ghost general Zhang Tong, who was sitting firmly in the center, had a trace of panic on his face.

Two fists are no match for four hands. He understood what this sentence meant. These Yang people...are they ghost hunters? !

…

The Bamboo Garden is next to the sports building, not far from the basketball court.

When Xijueluo saw that Zhang Tong had not returned for a long time, something bad flashed across his mind.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of basketball.

In the dark sky, there was no light yet. On the basketball court, a young man was shooting randomly. Xijueluo was startled, and he actually ignored when the other person came to the basketball court? No reason.

After a while, a fat man came over. He took off his down jacket and had a bun on his head, and he was bullfighting with the young man.

"Damn, Fatty, your football skills are a bit bad?"

Qin Kun's passion for basketball originated from Sakuragi Hanamichi, and his strengths are rebounding and slam dunks. In middle school, Qin Kun's jumping ability was already 1 meter. Coupled with his strong physical confrontation, he served as a center despite his average height. At that time, it was very casual to beat the high school team in junior high school. Now as the level of system quantification increases, it seems that the physical fitness is also constantly improving. It stands to reason that beating Wang Qian is not a problem, but who knew that this guy... is cheating!

Qin Kun's sharp eyes noticed that the flying feather charm this guy put on himself could dribble like lightning and even slam dunk!

Wang Qian held the ball with both hands and flew into the air. His movements were not standard, but his momentum was powerful. When Qin Kun was unprepared, he let out a strange scream and put his hands into the bottle!

The basketball bounced on the ground, and Qin Kun's deflated expression made Wang Gan laugh happily: "In those wild courts in Southeast Asia, everyone knows Fatty's nickname of 'King of Killers'. Qin Kun, you are too young to have a bullfight with Fatty."

Qin...Qin Kun?

Xijueluo stood at the edge of the court, staring at Qin Kun's back.

He had met this person...at Linjiang City Funeral Home.

In the darkness, Qin Kun ignored Wang Gan's boast, turned his head, and shouted towards a dark place: "Xijueluo, come here to play?"