Ghost Shelter System

Failed again! ! !

Can't there be a willing person among these people?

Holy shit!

Who always says that foreigners are simple and easy to deceive? Each one is more thoughtful than the other!

Qin Kun felt that he had shown the greatest sincerity, and he didn't know what these people were thinking.

After leaving the striptease bar, Qin Kun sighed and headed to another place.

This is a nightclub in the Chelsea neighborhood, where a group of punk youths are having a blast, listening to heavy metal rock music that makes Qin Kun's eardrums burst. However, apart from the high-octane places, other places where people drink and dance are much quieter.

Qin Kun saw a man with a cockscomb wearing a leather jacket and rivets all over his body, drinking in panic.

On the wine table, there was a torn Bible. At this moment, the man carefully glued the torn pages together.

The man looked around slyly, but he didn't seem to see anything scary. However, Qin Kun, who was not far away, noticed that in the hall, a bearded man with a broken wine bottle and a ferocious expression was looking at the others coldly.

Or a bad guy?

"May the Father in Heaven bless... May the Father in Heaven bless..."

"Hey!"

Qin Kun was sitting opposite the man. His cock-comb head was startled and said slightly angrily: "Huangpi man! Who are you? Do I allow you to sit here?"

Qin Kun said patiently: "Are you in trouble?"

"roll!"

After the cockscomb man finished speaking, his hair was grabbed by Qin Kun, and his whole face was smashed onto the table, causing his nose to bleed. Cockscomb covered his nose and punched Qin Kun. He was grabbed by the hair again and his whole face was smashed on the table.

Cockcomb Head cried and called for someone, and several angry guys surrounded Qin Kun. Qin Kun sighed.

"Your father in heaven can't protect you. That drunk guy with the wine bottle will become your nightmare!"

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he impatiently pushed aside the gangster blocking the way and left first.

Behind him, a gangster took out a knife and was about to stab him, when he was suddenly grabbed by Cockscomb Head.

"You leave first, I have something to tell him." Cockscomb's expression was rare and solemn.

Cockscomb Head drove away these guys and followed Qin Kun in fear: "Huang Pi, who are you? You can also see the guy carrying the bottle, right? Right!!!"

Cockscomb's nose was bleeding, and he was shaking Qin Kun's shoulders like crazy. Qin Kun pushed his hand away: "What do you think?"

Cockscomb Head was very excited and wanted to give Qin Kun a hug, but Qin Kun pushed him away: "Go away and talk."

The cockscomb-head rubbed the corners of his eyes in grievance: "Oh Maiga, I thought I was going crazy! It turns out that someone can really see him. The guy carrying the bottle has been appearing here in the past few months. I thought it was a performance It’s caused by tearing too many Bibles.”

Death rock, the performance style is a kind of blasphemy.

Blaspheme the faith, blaspheme the world, blaspheme everything.

Their favorite thing to do is to tear up the Bible. This group of people also claim to be the apostles of Satan, so Qin Kun listed this guy as his target.

"You know you're scared?"

"Since you can see him, then... are you the mysterious mage from the East? I heard that there is a very powerful monkey in the East that can change a thousand ways. Are you his incarnation?"

After the cockscomb head finished speaking, Qin Kun slapped him against the wall.

Are you stupid?

Originally, I think you know the Great Sage, and I have some affection for you, but I don’t want to be a monkey! The name "Oriental Monkey" always feels like a curse.

The cockscomb spit out a loose tooth, and the mental fear was far more torturous than the physical pain.

"How awesome! The mysterious Eastern mage! Since you can see him, you must be able to drive away evil spirits, right?"

Seeing that Cockscomb Head didn't care about being beaten and finally asked about the point, Qin Kun nodded: "Of course."

"Can you help me get rid of this guy? I always feel that he will be harmful to me at any time!" Cockscomb Head was almost pleading.

Qin Kun said logically: "Actually, what you did is right. Tear up the Bible, believe in Satan, and become a disciple of hell. You can also be saved and gain the power from hell."

"I...can I get the power from hell?"

Qin Kun nodded, his head was startled, and he murmured: "Is there any price...?"

"As long as you are sincere and accept me as your mentor."

The cockscomb head was stunned, but still nodded: "I admit it! I know your Eastern etiquette!"

The cockscomb head took off his nose ring and earrings, took off his leather jacket and boots covered with rivets, and knelt on the ground.

'Ding! Unfortunately, the recruitment target is not willing to become your hell disciple’

The cock-combed head was kowtowing, and Qin Kun's heart almost twitched.

Damn it... I'm even kneeling and kowtow! Not willingly? What on earth is this guy thinking? ? ?

Qin Kun took a deep breath: "If you are not sincere, you cannot become a disciple of hell."

Cockscomb was stunned, he was kidding me!

"Yellow man! How dare you play tricks on me! I will make it impossible for you to get out of here tonight!!!"

Cockscomb Head is furious!

Qin Kun became even more angry. He picked up the other party's neck and roared: "You think I don't want to take you in, you idiot!!! Tell me what was going on in your pig head? You didn't do it willingly at all!"

Qin Kun's patience was almost worn out, and he punched Cockcomb Head in the eye socket twice.

Cockscomb Head's anger, grievance, and mixed feelings came to his mind.

He knelt down and kowtowed. It was just like the Eastern etiquette he knew. It was fine if the other party didn't accept him, but he actually beat him!

The cockscomb man fought back and received another punch on the nose. His hair was grabbed by Qin Kun: "Tell me, what were you thinking just now! Why didn't you do it willingly!!!"

Who would be willing to do such a thing!

Cockscomb Head roared in his heart. He must have been thinking about getting the devil's power from Qin Kun and then dominate Mouse Street! As for being a mentor or not, after you have the power of the devil, what is there to respect?

The cockscomb-headed friends gathered around, and the one with the knife was kicked by Qin Kun and knocked unconscious in the corner. The others saw Qin Kun kicking one by one and retreated in fear.

Oh my god...

Qin Kun almost looked up to the sky and roared.

It's been over a week.

Sakonomi is planning to get the star to kill him. He has not yet completed his mission. Is it so difficult? ? ?

Qin Kun walked out with murderous intent. Before leaving, Qin Kun glared at the drunkard. A beam of blue light shot out from his eyes, directly glaring the drunkard on the spot.

No matter what, Cockscomb Head, you knelt down to me today and I helped you settle your knot. This is how the karmic account is settled!

…

I stepped on the spot today, and the person I selected was invalidated again.

Qin Kun felt a little powerless. The flesh-and-blood man outside who was looking after Qin Kun's car noticed that Qin Kun's face looked wrong and asked curiously: "Kunlun Demon, failed again?"

"Um."

The Fleshman saw Qin Kun in a bad mood and did not dare to offend him.

The car was wandering aimlessly on the street, and Qin Kun was exhausted to the point of despair. How can he make people willing to do it! ! !

Should I recruit disciples or make offerings to my ancestors? Is it possible for me to be embarrassed and beg them? ? ?

At night on Mouse Street, there are often gang fights. A group of gangsters are fighting with knives. Qin Kun drove his car through the middle of the two groups, and the rear window of the car was smashed by a flying wine bottle.

The flesh man angrily wanted to get out of the car and kill the group of people, but Qin Kun said nothing.

He had to hurry up and complete the task. He didn't want to see these gangsters anymore, and he was really afraid that he couldn't help but go on a killing spree.

But suddenly, Qin Kun heard a gunshot, followed by a child crying.

The voice was loud and resounded through the streets.

After parking the car and going out, a group of gangsters wearing skull leather jackets brutally inserted a knife into the back of a blond middle-aged man.

"Marseille pigs, get out of London! This is the territory of the Skeleton Knight!!!"

Among the gangsters in skull and leather clothes, a bald man with tattoos all over his face, wearing a suit and smoking a cigar, stepped out of an extended Lincoln.

"Oh, isn't this the famous Marseille Lion? I heard that you want to get rid of the 'Skeleton Knight'?"

The bald man grabbed a middle-aged man's hair, lifted it up and grinned.

When he saw the dying middle-aged man, he spat and turned his gaze to the opposite side not far away.

A blond child was crying and staring at him angrily, looking very funny.