Ghost Shelter System

The first floor of the villa.

Mr. Xiao, Grasshopper and his party waited for an hour and found that there was no movement upstairs.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I sneaked upstairs.

"Mr. Qin? Do you need...help?"

On the quiet second floor, only the lonely chandelier was left swinging. A window was opened and there was no one. The wind blew in and the curtains rustled.

Grasshopper saw that his uncle was anxious, so he also shouted furtively a few times.

On the second floor of the villa, Qin Kun didn't respond at all.

Grasshopper dared to sneak around and looked at his uncle: "It's over. Isn't the man named Qin a thief? Come and see if anything is missing!"

Mr. Xiao slapped the grasshopper on the back of the head and said angrily: "Get out of the way!"

Could he be a thief?

All the valuable things in the house combined are not worth the friendship between Qin Kun and Tu Yong. You know what the heck! Is it necessary for such a person to be a thief when talking about mediocrity? Can you speak?

Grasshopper was slapped and looked aggrieved.

When Mr. Xiao saw that there was indeed no sign of Qin Kun and was at a loss, Tu Yong called.

"Hey, Brother Xiao."

Mr. Xiao unconsciously bowed: "Master... do you have any instructions?"

"It's okay. Qin Kun asked me to tell you that everything is okay at home. If he had taken the first step, he would not have seen you. By the way, there is also good news. Do you want to hear it?"

It was rare for Tu Yong to speak in such a joking tone.

he's gone?

How?

Flying out?

Mr. Xiao's expression was dull: "Master, don't be so pretentious... If something like that happens at home, I, Old Xiao, are still worried."

Tu Yong coughed and lowered his voice: "You and your sister-in-law have never had children. Qin Kun said it was the wrong time. Tonight we meet, the spring breeze will send you a child, and you will get a surprise when you have sex. Remember not to live up to the beautiful scenery. Do you understand?" "

"ah?"

No... Mr. Xiao can stuff an egg in his mouth: "Master... this joke is not funny..."

"I think so too, but that's what Qin Kun said. By the way, these are the blessings your nephew and his friends prayed for you and contributed to Qin Kun's 10 karma account. Remember to give the money to the children."

"No, Master, I'm curious how Mr. Qin left?"

"People outside the country have great supernatural powers. Why do you, an ordinary person, ask so many questions?"

Tu Yong's tone clearly showed that he had seen Qin Kun's ability and was a little proud, but he did not say anything. The anxious Mr. Xiao scratched his head and scratched his head. Mr. Xiao still wanted to ask questions, but Tu Yong had already hung up the phone.

The beeping busy tone is particularly noticeable in a quiet environment.

Mr. Xiao looked at Grasshopper in confusion, and Grasshopper looked at him.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

"You invited Qin Kun to be the one who gave birth to Guanyin?"

"Uncle, are you stupid?"

"What is Mr. Qin's identity, Grasshopper, you have to tell me!"

"Actually... I don't know. I opened a ghost hunting inn, and I feel like a magician. Anyway, I'm not a serious person..."

Ghost hunting...

When he came, he said that he was looking at Feng Shui...

Tu Yong also said that Mr. Qin sent his son to Guanyin...

Holy shit!

Mr. Xiao's brain has exploded, forget it, don't think about it anymore. Tu Yong was full of praise for Qin Kun, but he had too much to worry about.

This kind of person is either an expert or a liar, but the former is more likely, and in short, it is harmless to him.

Mr. Xiao replied calmly: "Well, I heard that you collected 10 yuan to give Mr. Qin a confession for me?"

Grasshopper rubbed his hands and smiled: "Uncle, it's mainly to test Qin Kun's ability."

Mr. Xiao touched Grasshopper's head: "He still has a conscience. Yes, the big boss behind me also knows him. Remember, Mr. Qin is an expert outside the country and cannot be neglected. That's all for today. Mr. Qin has already Let's go, you can leave too. Don't disturb Mr. Qin recently, remember? I'll go visit him with you in a month."

Today, the spring breeze brings a son, and it will be clear in a month whether he is an expert or a liar. Mr. Xiao needs this time to prove it. After all, Mr. Qin is too young.

Grasshopper didn't understand, but Mr. Xiao gave him a bag of money and asked them to go out to play. Only then did Grasshopper understand that his uncle seemed to have accepted the good intentions of himself and his brothers.

…

Linjiang City, on the way to the northern suburbs.

The moonlight is just right.

Qin Kun was driving, and O'Lain was sitting in the car.

Pedestrians on the street saw the blond beauty in the passenger seat of the luxury car and envied the driver tonight.

But O'Lain, who was sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't be happier.

There was a 5 mm deep scar on her chin, and the bleeding had just stopped. If she hadn't begged for mercy, O'Lain felt that she wouldn't have survived.

The Holy Soul Religion has done so many evil things in the entire world, but the European Ghost Council and the Chinese Path of Life and Death have the most intense revenge.

Leibniz, Pullman, Eunice, Kaman, Bellot, Fanning and so on were all buried in China and dedicated their lives to the Holy Religion, but this is not enough. This group of people from the Chinese Way of Life and Death will still Those who are hostile to these apostles of the Holy Soul Religion will be killed without mercy.

O'Lain glanced at Qin Kun, the driver, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Men who cannot be enslaved by beauty are the real scourges.

"Mr. Qin, where are you taking me?"

"Oh, come to my shop. Let's discuss how to reproduce."

In fact, the more coquettish a woman is, the more charming she becomes when she is shy.

After hearing Qin Kun's words, O'Lain's cheeks flushed. What on earth did this man mean? Is he a savage beast, or a pervert disguised as a gentleman?

"Produce... offspring?" O'Lain's cheeks were hot and he asked, "The saint has been castrated long ago and her fertility has been castrated. What are you going to do to me?"

Seeing that she had misunderstood, Qin Kun smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. I respect sex workers. I won't do anything to you. I'm just interested in how you can make others reproduce."

After hearing Qin Kun's explanation, O'Lain's blushing cheeks were filled with anger: "Mr. Qin, you can kill me, but you can't insult my status as a saint! I'm not a sex worker!"

"Same, same, haha, don't be angry."

The bus arrived in the northern suburbs, but before reaching Baihu Town, Qin Kun enthusiastically asked O'Lain to get off the bus and sit down at a barbecue stall.

A portion of fried noodles, two grilled fishes, three bottles of beer, and a plate of grilled vegetables were served, and O'Lain's nose twitched.

I was injured in the past few days, and I was recuperating at that woman's house. I really didn't eat well. Although the things in front of me are greasy, they can really tempt me to move my index finger.

There were several drunkards with malicious intentions approaching from the surrounding stalls.

Qin Kun turned a blind eye and said to O'Lain: "As far as I know, you killed more than a dozen people in Wuzhou and openly confronted the Spiritual Detection Department. This is a taboo. You almost killed everyone. You have already done this. Absolutely done.”

O'Lain whispered: "So what, the true God of Satan will save the world and save this group of ignorant people. We are just the pioneers opening the way. Every life lost in China is meaningful. Those dead are just stubborn. Ineffective antagonist!”

The faces of several drunkards who came over to tease O'Lain froze, their legs swayed, and they hurriedly clasped their fists and closed their eyes: "Brother! I didn't see anything! I didn't hear anything! We went to the wrong place! Sorry!"

The drunk man left with a pale face.

Qin Kun ignored those people and continued: "So, you deserve to die because you violated a taboo. Is this logic correct?"

"The winner can dominate everything. You are the winner, you can decide whatever you want." O'Lain sighed slightly.

Qin Kun nodded: "Don't be so depressed. In fact, I have selfish motives. Let's talk openly."

O'Lain was startled.

Qin Kun grinned and said: "The reason why I don't kill you is because I want to learn some spells from you that can help you have children. In exchange, how about I let you live?"

ah?

O'Lain's eyes twitched, and his doubts deepened.

The Chinese Way of Life and Death has always regarded the Holy Soul Sect as its enemy, so how could he let him live?

Qin Kun raised three fingers: "I promise, if we reach an agreement, after I learn your skills, I will personally send you out of the country. Next time I see you coming to China to act recklessly, I will kill you. Don't be nervous, there is no conspiracy, Black Soul I’ve killed a lot of people I teach, so there’s no need to be pretentious.”

O'Lain smiled bitterly. Indeed, every time the Holy Soul Religion takes action, it encounters this god of plague. This is a coincidence.

The Black Umbrella mercenaries' hunting list already has Qin Kun's information, as well as within the church. The one who has almost succeeded is Baron Pullman. From now on, this person will become stronger and stronger, so strong that no one dares to provoke him.

"Can I ask, why are you learning this?" Even Satan's apostles still have a desire to survive. The best ending is to dedicate their lives to their true God, rather than die at the hands of others.

Qin Kun sighed and said sincerely: "Humanity has gone through countless hardships and has reproduced to this day. Reproduction is a major racial matter. There is an old saying in China that the most important thing is to be unfilial and have no descendants. Many people will be troubled by this matter, so you can I think I want to be a Bodhisattva for the world."

O'Lain firmly doesn't believe this lame excuse.

But she could feel that what the other person said now was completely from the heart.