Ghost Shelter System

September, Kuala Lumpur International Airport.

The reason why I stayed for an extra month was because of Wu Xiong and Wu Banxian's invitation.

Wu Xiong was forced out of China thirty years ago. Perhaps half of the reason was because he also felt that he was possessed by a demon. This old man who was nearly 70 years old rarely set foot in the interior. According to him, he was afraid that he would lose control one day. , hurt others.

Qin Kun, who had never been abroad very often, took advantage of his free time to visit Malaysia after being invited by Wu Xiong.

Sabah Island is extremely beautiful, with blue sky, white clouds, blue waves, and picturesque sea views that make people feel relaxed and happy. The old master has been living abroad for 30 years. There is a house on Sabah Island. Although it is a bit simple compared to tourist attractions, I feel that it will be enough for the rest of my life.

After his disciple Wang Gan left school, Wu Xiong felt a little lonely. He talked to Qin Kun a lot about everything from work to schoolwork, from Maoshan Danhui to the Wuwei Mountain accident. When he mentioned his apprentice who was already involved in the film and television industry, Wu Xiong gritted his teeth and cursed Wang Gan for his mistake. When he went astray, he did not forget to take out the movie CD sent by Wang Qian and show it to Qin Kun.

Wu Xiong shook his head after learning about Qin Kun's solo battle with the priests of Dashu and Tianli Monk. He said that Qin Kun was still far from being the best. This kind of Taoist technique, which involved grabbing a handful of ghosts and stuffing them into his stomach, was too dangerous and was only suitable for fighting ghosts. If he fought with people, his yang energy would be drained if he was not careful. .

But Qin Kun didn't care. After all, he won, and he can still control the Five Ghosts.

After a month of relaxing and recuperating, I got used to this lazy rhythm, and I was still a little reluctant to say goodbye.

"Old Wu, just send it here."

At the airport gate, Qin Kun gave Wu Banxian a bear hug, which was the care from Fuyu Mountain.

"Hey, little friend Qin, if nothing happens, I'm going to die abroad. If you can make it in time, don't forget to treat me to a wedding drink before you die."

When people get older, they tend to care about the life-long affairs of young people. Every old man in Buyeo Mountain has this problem.

"Don't make trouble, depending on your spirit, you can still live for 20 years."

"Hey, that's not necessarily the case."

Wu Xiong shook his head with a smile and handed over a box, "Bring this box of talisman papers back to Yu Yuexian. You can draw a few if you want, but external objects are ultimately a trail, so don't rely too much on them. You're on your way The path is different from ours, please ask Uncle Ge for advice, we can’t help you.”

"OK."

The two were saying goodbye when suddenly a dark wind blew past them.

Wu Xiong and Qin Kun turned their heads at the same time, and a dozen religious mages came around, each of them carrying a box in their hands.

Qin Kun sniffed the air and narrowed his eyes.

"Corpse?"

A person's five senses will be strengthened under certain special circumstances. After having the system, Qin Kun is particularly sensitive to the smell of gloom, or to be precise, he has an insight into the yin energy.

Wu Xiong whispered: "It should be an organ trafficker. The human organs smuggled from here every year account for 80% of the black market in Southeast Asia. This is a man-made disaster, not a ghost thing. It is not your business."

"For coming here so blatantly, these people must have unusual identities, right?"

Qin Kun was referring to the security check. Ordinary people, no matter how powerful they are, cannot transport goods like this. These are organs, not frozen meat.

"Well, there are some little guys in Southeast Asia who are good at mirage. They make a living by delivering goods to people. People die for money and birds die for food. The path of life and death is inevitable." Wu Xiong seemed to be used to this.

Qin Kun nodded and looked back.

Sure enough, there are all kinds of birds in the forest. The price of an organ on the black market is almost astronomical. That box can hold at least four. If you take 5% of the commission for defective goods, you can make more money than practicing law. No wonder this kind of abnormal profession has spawned. .

"Then I'm leaving. See you later."

"Well, go take a break."

…

Nanshan Province, Nanshan Airport.

After flying back home and connecting flights, it was already evening when we arrived in Linjiang City.

After setting foot on this land again, Qin Kun stretched himself. A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as his own doghouse. There is always some truth in what the ancients said.

In the dog days of summer, it is sultry and humid, and it is like a steamer in Linjiang City at night, making me sweat every time I move.

First, he signed in at the old house in Kuishan, reported the situation to Uncle Ge, and then asked Su Lin to say hello to the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, and Qin Kun left here.

At Zhou Yu Fresh Food Restaurant, Qin Kun ordered two firewood fish by himself and enjoyed the meal.

After leaving Linjiang City this time, it took more than a month to complete the tasks that should be completed, fight the fights that should be fought, and experience everything that should be seen and relaxed. Qin Xue had already started school, but Du Qinghan was still not there. She left a note saying that she was going to Luoyang. Without Du Qinghan, no one would clean the house.

At 3 o'clock in the morning on Monday, Qin Kun sat comfortably on the sofa after seeing the tidy house.

While he was still energetic, he decided to visit the Ten Death Cities.

…

The sky is filled with golden clouds and black rocks are everywhere.

There is blood mist floating between the sky and the earth.

When he fell from mid-air, he happened to be at the intersection of the neighborhood.

Not far away, Qin Kun saw a stone wall in front of his tomb. The surface was bumpy and uneven. He didn't know who the boring bastard was who put it here.

This neighborhood is now called Genshan Prison. Qin Kun didn't miss it much after all the older generations died. After coming in this time, he unexpectedly found that it was a lot more lively. At least on this street, new buildings are starting to appear.

The Golden King's apartment was in ruins, covered with gray-brown vines, and looked a bit desolate. Next to the apartment was a tribe of soul-eaters, now an abandoned factory.

Whose territory is this? Very unique...

The eye of heaven scanned through the window.

There were chains hanging everywhere in the factory, and there were all kinds of corpses on the chains. In a machine room, Qin Kun saw a young man dressed as a punk, pressing a beautiful woman on the table and making her move.

The corpses shook, and the whole factory was filled with the smell of hormones.

The young man's hands were mechanical iron claws, and he scratched the beautiful woman's smooth back to pieces. The beautiful woman's buttocks were raised, and she was very happy to meet her.

In less than ten minutes, the punk youth finally succumbed and sat panting in the computer room. The sexy woman covered her mouth with a smile, got dressed and left.

At the door, the beautiful woman's eyes were full of beauty. When she noticed someone stopping, she covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Kunlun Demon, have you seen enough?"

Well……

Qin Kun was a little surprised. Not many people in Genshan Prison knew this nickname anymore.

And, how did she know she was spying?

"Am I familiar with you?" Qin Kun was curious.

The beautiful woman came over, swinging the murder weapon, and took a deep sniff by Qin Kun's ear. She exhaled like a orchid: "Of course, you loved to spy on me before."

"I used to... spy on you?"

A figure appeared in Qin Kun's mind: "Are you a Qianpo?"

"Hmph. Baby mother."

Qin Kun's stomach churns when he hears this coquettish voice.

She is indeed a Qian Po!

That old woman who was so shriveled and droopy when we first met her is now so moisturized like this? ? ?

Looking at her pink face and rosy cheeks, it feels like all the old monsters in the neighborhood were sucked to death by her.

"Stay away from me." Qin Kun said stiffly.

When you know what a charming beauty looked like before, you will never have any evil thoughts towards her.

Qian Po pursed her lips, took in an intoxicating breath next to Qin Kun, and reluctantly stepped away.

"Kunlun Demon, I'm surprised that you are still here."

"I was also surprised. I thought you were all dead."

Qianpo shook her head: "I was not there during that incident. I heard that many people were deprived of the right to enter the City of Ten Deaths. I happened to escape."

take right? Escaped?

hiss……

Something doesn't seem right?

"Didn't they... die in battle?" Qin Kun was extremely puzzled.

"Of course not! The plasma in their bodies can drown you. Such people will die in battle?"