Ghost Shelter System

After leaving the Death Palace, Qin Kun remembered something.

When I came back from the last trip outside the city, the captain of the city guard whom I met once mentioned the 'life and death platform'. That’s right, it’s the life and death stage, not the ‘death palace’. Qin Kun had an idea. Could the captain of the city guard... be a host from the same era as himself?

At least before the Ten Death City changed hands, a regular place like the Death Palace was called the Life and Death Stage.

"This place has become too strange. I should find someone to understand." Qin Kun thought for a while and walked towards the central block.

After passing through the fog, Qin Kun came to the central district, which was as lively as ever. Compared to his area, it was many times more prosperous. Qin Kun used to be curious about where the City of Ten Deaths was. The Golden King vaguely said that it was a place of exile.

There are too many hosts here, too strange, and the tattoos on their bodies are also weird and diverse, as if these tattoos are some keys to enter this place, which can help everyone open the door to this place.

Anyway, no one can answer why the Ten Death City exists, because when you come to the Ten Death City, all memories about your hometown will be temporarily sealed, and Qin Kun can't even remember how he got his urn tattoo.

Wandering on the street, eerie hawking sounds came and went, and suddenly a man greeted me.

"Hey, this friend! Long time no see!"

Qin Kun was confused. He had no acquaintances in the central neighborhood.

The person who spoke was a young stall owner, who swallowed obscenely. Qin Kun seemed to have some impression, but still didn't remember it.

"Who are you……"

The stall owner shrank his neck, raised his head and smiled: "Hey, I'm Kong Shangzhang, my friend forgot, you bought a mandrill cover from me last time, and there are two female ghosts."

Fuck...

Qin Kun slapped his forehead, he had forgotten it! The things in the flexible space were in a mess, including bicycles, talismans, a backpack, and many other miscellaneous things. After listening to the stall owner, I remembered that I had also bought a mandrill cover and two ashes pretending to be female ghosts. altar.

Qin Kun hurriedly took out the urn. As soon as the lid was opened, two wisps of green smoke rose faintly and disappeared when the wind blew.

Qin Kun: "..."

This... seems to be dead?

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, then put away his wretched expression, and said solemnly: "Friend, your yang energy is so strong, this female ghost cannot withstand the torment. Besides, our female ghosts will not be returned after they are sold."

Seeing that Qin Kun was silent, the stall owner blinked and emphasized: "Friend, if you come to blackmail me today, then see you in the 'Death Palace'!"

Qin Kun touched his nose and remembered the 2,000 merits of the two female ghosts. The Skinned Ghost was unmarried and had no children. He always wanted to get a wife. Qin Kun originally wanted to give it to him, but the Skinned Ghost was never around, so he also gave it to him. Forgot. 2000 merits...all wasted.

Qin Kun came back to his senses and coughed dryly: "I'm not going to blackmail you, I forgot about it."

The stall owner noticed that Qin Kun had no intention of messing around, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression changed to a lewd one: "Friend, seeing how strong your yang energy is, why don't you buy two more to take home for fun?"

The stall owner saw Qin Kun's face turned dark and he slapped his forehead: "I'm sorry! My friends must not like these sinister things. It would be great to buy them back and give them to ghosts as rewards. You are a repeat customer, I am not bragging. The two this time are definitely the best. If anyone else comes, they will receive 3,000 merits, and you will get 1,500!"

The stall owner patted the urn in front of him, frothing at the mouth. The urn was a white porcelain jar, and the mouth of the altar was sealed with a talisman. Qin Kun was speechless. This boss really knew how to do business.

"one comes."

The stall owner was a little disappointed, but he was very happy after selling one.

"Okay, I recommend you buy this. This girl was a chaste martyr. She was forced into submission by a strong man, cut her face and mutilated herself to death. I am very happy to be able to find a good home for her..."

Qin Kun quickly left as he had no time to deal with the pimp boss adding drama to himself.

From the central block to the city gate, some distance away, Qin Kun saw a figure at the city gate last time.

"Hey, friend, it's you again, are you going to go out of the city to catch some ghost servants this time?"

The captain of the patrolling city guard was wearing armor and recognized Qin Kun at a glance.

Qin Kun smiled at him: "No, I'll treat you to a meal as a favor?"

The patrolling guard was a little surprised, please treat yourself to a meal?

To be honest, when he saw Qin Kun last time, he also wanted to make friends with him, because he knew that there was so much chaos outside the city, and anyone who could come back from the city intact must be very strong. When he met Qin Kun this time, before he could establish a relationship with Qin Kun, Qin Kun took the initiative to invite him to dinner.

"Why?"

"Is it convenient for me to ask you about something?"

The captain of the city patrol thought for a while and nodded, "Convenient."

…

Qin Kun invited the other party with the reason of having a meal, but then realized that he didn't know if there was a place to eat in the central neighborhood. In the area of ​​Genshan Prison, there used to be only one Black Scorpion Tavern, and people who were close to each other would invite each other to drink a glass of scorpion juice.

But after asking around, I found that there is indeed a place to eat.

A place with a signboard of 'Tianxiang Pavilion' was surrounded by warblers and swallows. It was dimly lit and full of female ghosts who had been dead for who knows how many years soliciting customers. Qin Kun was sure that this was a brothel and he also saw it. A familiar figure.

"Hey! Friends, we meet so soon?"

As soon as the man spoke, Qin Kun saw that this was not the wretched stall owner who just sold the ghost girl?

"Is this your shop?"

The stall owner nodded: "Of course! Hey, Gu Xie is here too? Gu Xie, did I let you into my store?"

The captain of the city patrol looked at the man and said in a strange tone: "Boss Kong, with the support of Bai Shen, he has a good temper. Is the surnamed Gu afraid of you?"

The two were tit for tat, and Qin Kun could feel that the pimp stall owner seemed to be quite capable.

"Have you eaten?" Qin Kun asked, interrupting the confrontation between the two.

The wretched boss smiled: "Yes! Of course! Since we are so destined, my friend, I will give you a free meal this time. Come and give Gu Shenwei and this boss a big meal."

Qin and Kun were invited to the private room upstairs.

Qin Kun was not used to chatting with a stranger at first sight, especially a man, and the patrol captain obviously didn't know him well either.

Boss Kong from Tianxiang Pavilion seemed to be familiar with the other party. Gu Xie thought for a moment: "I haven't asked my friend's name yet."

"Qin Kun."

"I am Gu Xie, nicknamed 'Fox Slave'."

Gu Xie reported his name, feeling vaguely proud, but Qin Kun seemed to have never heard of this nickname.

Gu Xie didn't mind and said, "My friend is familiar with Boss Kong. Could it be that he is also from Baishen?"

Qin Kun didn't know Bai Shen, so he said: "No, I met him after buying something from him. Let's not test him. I am from Genshan Prison. I want to inquire about something from you this time. Is that okay? ?”

Gu Xie asked: "What's the matter?"

"What happened in the Ten Death City more than ten years ago? When the three parties started a war, who won? Which force is in control of the Ten Death City now?"

Qin Kun asked a long list of questions, and Gu Xie was slightly startled.

The old and new in the City of Ten Deaths change very quickly. People who know what happened more than ten years ago are either dead or in a high position. When did a person pop out from the corner and start asking about these things?

"Brother Qin, why do you think I know what happened more than ten years ago? That incident has been a long time ago... It stands to reason that the people who knew it are almost dead."