Ghost Shelter System

After the Ten Death City changed hands, it brought about great changes.

The most obvious thing is that the name of 'Fierce Ghost PK Platform' changed to 'Death Palace', and the prompt appeared only after Qin Kun got the 'Styx Flag'.

The bronze gate was towering, and the place was majestic and solemn. Qin Kun held the Styx flag and stood at the door with his eyes blinking. He asked curiously: "I gave you the flag, why don't you let people in?"

I have been in the City of Ten Deaths for two days, and I just adjusted my state today. I came over to find someone to discuss with others, but I was stopped at the door, which was a bit puzzling.

"My friend, Dusk God is playing the harp and mishearing the overtones, which is not good for you."

There was a group of people standing at the door, and the one who spoke was a bark man. He only dared to stand outside the threshold and did not dare to take a step forward. Qin Kun didn't understand what he meant, so he stretched his neck and looked in: "Aren't there dozens of people inside?"

Since we can't fight today, why don't we go in and listen to music? People can't live in a state of elegance?

The bark man said: "Those are all underworld-level hosts, and the Dusk God's piano is played for them. You hold the 44th flag of the Styx Ranking, and you are not qualified to listen to the piano with them. However, you can go in if you want. , no one will care if you die.”

The bark man made a gesture, but Qin Kun hesitated.

Damn it...

Just listening to music, is that scary?

The unknown is fear, and people are often afraid of unfamiliar things, but the bark man's warning was obviously mocking. Qin Kun called it a shame, snorted coldly, and walked through the door.

It was just a threshold away. When Qin Kun entered, he immediately discovered that the sounds here were completely different from those outside.

It's not a difference in hearing, but an indescribable feeling attached to hearing, as if countless information is flowing through the ears to build a world!

Qin Kun's consciousness paused for a moment. He was sweating and shook his head. His back was already soaked. His consciousness turned blank just for a moment! Look at the old man in the palace again, with a guqin on his lap and playing with the strings.

My day!

Qin Kun took a closer look and saw that there were no strings on the piano at all, but... crystal clear lines of cause and effect! ! !

Outside the city, when Qin Kun looked up at the sky, he had seen lines of cause and effect intertwined into a network that towered over the sky. But at this moment, someone actually used the lines of cause and effect as strings!

The old man's face was very familiar, it was the old referee from the last time he came to the Palace of Death.

The old referee smiled slightly at Qin Kun: "The sound of strings in troubled times is given to you for your enjoyment."

fight

The strings of the piano were plucked, and in front of Qin Kun, the entire palace began to collapse and decompose. The hosts around them who closed their eyes and listened to the piano turned into flying ash fragments. He also felt like being torn apart. As the surroundings collapsed, his consciousness disappeared. At the last moment, it turned into a white light.

…

'Ding! The host falls into an unknown mirage world’

‘The system turns on the assimilation function’

‘Assimilation successful! The host enters the home mirage world’

‘Survival Mission: The French Republic Begins’

‘Mission purpose: to find the sealed Holy Spirit’

‘Passthrough Reward: Styx Water’

'Failure penalty: none'

‘Task time: indefinite’

Countless voices rang through Qin Kun's mind, like warnings in the void. The voices kept overlapping, causing tinnitus. When the white light dissipated, Qin Kun was panting and found himself sitting on a long seat.

The voice in my head slowly quieted down. On the wall in front of me, there was a person nailed to a huge cross, symbolizing the saint who atones for the sins of the world. Only the shroud was left to cover his lower body. In front of the cross, there were dim candles, and there were Cookies and holy water seemed to be tributes.

church? !

Qin Kun's brain was in a down state.

who I am? where am I? What am I going to do?

After a while, the memory slowly emerged. It seemed that he was going to the Palace of Death. He just heard the sound of the piano and came to this ghost place.

"I won't...get into other people's causal lines, right?!"

Memories flooded out, and Qin Kun remembered that when he saw the old man's strings just now, they were clearly made by someone else's broken causal thread!

It’s so fucking bizarre! This mission is very similar to a survival mission and a survival trial, but it is different. Is this a new mission in the City of Ten Deaths?

Qin Kun's mouth was dry, so he took a few sips of the Holy Grail, which clearly tasted like tap water, and then picked up biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth. Usually when he is frightened in strange situations, the only way to quickly stabilize his mood is to eat something quickly.

The biscuits tasted ordinary and the holy water was not good to drink. Qin Kun took Jesus' tribute and gave him three sticks of incense before walking out of the church.

It was very big outside, the corridor was empty, and the night was dark. It was obviously night. Qin Kun found many words on the wall, but he didn't recognize them.

French!

Damn it... Qin Kun really wants to know whose causal line the old man played, and how did he end up in France? Could it be that in addition to the Golden King, there are many European hosts in the Ten Death City?

The melancholy was difficult to resolve. The church door was still closed, so I couldn't go out. I could only go up to a higher place and enjoy the breeze to comfort myself.

The cold wind was blowing, and next to him was the clock. Qin Kun stood in the bell tower, his back even more lonely.

The prosperity of the city is obvious. Just looking around, there are not many high-rise buildings. Qin Kun is not familiar with France and doesn't know where it is.

Someone was coming up the stairs, and the scraping sound of the wooden boards was particularly obvious. Qin Kun turned around, and an ugly ghost with a hunchback appeared in his field of vision.

Nichenbu hid his aura. When the shadowy figure saw Qin Kun, he was also startled. He was mumbling something in his mouth and looked very excited.

"Old Cha, come out!"

The tea fairy was called out by Qin Kun. Qin Kun pointed at the hunchbacked ugly ghost and said, "Let him make tea."

"Okay master!"

This was an evil ghost. Although he looked excited, he didn't seem to be aggressive. The tea fairy took out the tea set and said to him: "Make tea!"

The evil ghost didn't understand, so the tea fairy was familiar with the situation and gave him a violent beating. The evil ghost was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he finally understood what the other party asked him to do.

A cup of silent tea was brewed, and Qin Kun drank it with a confused expression.

"Old tea...this cup of silent tea...is useless!"

Qin Kun still couldn't speak French and looked at the tea fairy and ghost in confusion.

"It shouldn't be..." The Tea Fairy Ghost drank a cup and suddenly said awkwardly, "Master, this is a mute, he was shouting blindly just now."

Qin Kun was very angry: "Is it useful to pour him silent tea?"

The tea fairy was stunned: "I haven't tried this before."

"Fill!"

Qin Kun personally brewed a cup of tea, and the tea fairy opened the hunchbacked ugly man's mouth and drank it for him. After a while, smooth Mandarin words came out of his mouth.

"What did you give me to drink? Let me go!!!"

"It's not poison anyway. Stop struggling for me and ask you a few questions." Qin Kun said impatiently.

The ugly hunchback was startled: "You... can you hear me? No! How can I speak?"

The ugly hunchback ghost was extremely shocked, crying and laughing, as if he was crazy. The tea fairy ghost said with disdain: "You are a ghost, this is ghost language communication, ghost language is not necessarily language, you can think of it as the fluctuation of Yin Qi."

The ugly hunchback didn't understand, and the tea fairy didn't bother to explain. Qin Kun pinched his chin and said, "Don't pretend to be crazy. What's your name?"

"Ka... Quasimodo."

"Where is this?"

"Ba...Paris..."

The capital of France, Qin Kun nodded.

"No, Paris is so poor?" Qin Kun reacted and looked around. There were too few high-rise buildings around him, and it felt worse than the Linjiang City High-tech Zone.

"What year is this?"

"1983...you...you're not an exorcist, are you?"

1983! ! !

Wasn't it also 1983 when I first left 30 years ago? The time nodes are strung together here?

The hunchbacked ugly ghost looked at Qin Kun pitifully. Seeing that he was in a daze, he did not speak for a long time to recover. He felt guilty and begged for mercy: "Mr. Exorcist, I am allowed to wander in the church, please don't hurt me..."

Qin Kun came to his senses, took out a pack of cigarettes from the elastic space, and took a long drag.

"Okay, don't bother me. Since you are a ghost, do you know that there is no Holy Spirit around here?"

The hunchbacked ugly ghost smiled bitterly: "Then you have to go to the Holy See to find it."