Ghost Shelter System

The sky is still dusk.

Qin Kun has been in the causal line for more than 50 days, and 50 hours have passed here.

The last day until Ragnarok!

The temporary stronghold of the Ghost Council turned into ruins.

The corpses all disappeared one after another, but blood marks on the walls and wreckage on the ground could be seen everywhere.

The city of Paris turned into purgatory, and along the way I finally reached my hometown.

When a homeless man came here carrying a young man with curly hair and a young man in a robe under his arm, he found that the conference room was empty and his eyes were sad.

Is this catastrophe really... impossible to survive?

A clearing was cleared, and only half of the young man in the robe could move. The other half was a bloody mess. It turned into this ghostly appearance after fighting a bat girl.

It is Hazlitt, the apostle of wisdom.

"Senior...Menoetius..."

"After drinking the holy water, I still have one breath left, but it's a pity that the others...can't be saved." The wandering knight Sissyfree leaned against the wall tiredly.

Not only did he fight off the bat girl, he also hid with the two seriously injured people for two days.

No one knew how they got here in the past two days, but they knew that almost everyone in this city was dead.

Moreover, there are only a few old, weak, sick and disabled people left among the large-scale Western exorcists, and Hazlitt also feels a little sad.

Sisyphrine asked, "Can anyone else be contacted?"

"let me try."

Hazlitt smiled bitterly, the headquarters had been demolished, and he didn't know who was still alive.

Finding a mithril container similar to a pot in the building, Hazlitt stretched out his hand to touch the bottom, and all his spiritual power surged out of his hand.

"Sea of ​​Search!"

The spiritual energy spread all over the bottom of the pot, but there was no reaction at all.

Hazlitt continued to pour in spiritual power. When the spiritual power was less than one-third, he finally responded.

"It's Magic Lisa! Magic Lisa is not dead yet!"

Looking at the logo that lights up in the sea of ​​search, it is the brand he put on Magic Lisa.

Hazlitt showed joy: "If Magic Lisa can come back, our injuries will hopefully recover!"

Sissyfri also smiled with relief. It was good news that the whole army was not wiped out.

"Can we find anyone else?"

Hazlitt continued to pour in spiritual power.

After the spiritual power had reached four-fifths of the way, another sign lit up.

"Van Helsing is also alive, but far away! He seems to be with the Japanese Onmyoji."

Hazlitt said, filling the iron pot with all his strength, with a weak look on his face: "I can't find anyone else, senior, my search range is so wide..."

Sissyfri was startled: "Where are Obote, Boy Raymond and Gusian? The Priory of Sion should be within your search range, right?"

He was asking the three people: the prophet, the paladin leader, and the high priest.

Hazlitt said harshly: "I couldn't find three adults."

Sissyfree sighed longly: "Then...are there any traces of the Eastern Exorcist?"

Sissyfri came over and put a hand on Hazlitt's shoulder. Hazlitt looked better and started searching again.

"In the name of wisdom...discernment!"

In an instant, many golden light spots appeared in the water-like spiritual energy pool in the pot.

"One, two...three! There are three Eastern Exorcists within my search range. Hey, why is this light spot so big..."

Hazlitt was startled. The light spot was just a reflection of personal spiritual power in the sea of ​​search. It was difficult to distinguish it, so it was branded. Hazlitt discovered that suddenly there was a large light spot right on his head. Within the search range, and moving closer to the other two light spots!

Sissyfree looked at the light and said, "Will they encounter any trouble? Can you see how many monsters are around them?"

Hazlitt smiled bitterly: "My sea of ​​search is not deep enough to detect hidden enemies."

Sissyfree nodded: "Then I will bring Magic Lisa here first."

"Eh? Wait!"

Hazlitt suddenly widened his eyes and looked into the iron pot.

Sissyfree was stunned: "What happened again?"

He came closer and saw that there was a blood-red light spot following Magic Lisa's light spot!

"You...didn't you just say that you can't detect those monsters?"

Sissyfri wondered.

Hazlitt was also very confused: "That's right, but that blood-red light spot... seems... seems... somewhere between a monster and a friend???"

Hazlitt wasn't sure either.

His sea of ​​search can obviously only detect exorcists who are not contaminated by blood and evil spirits. To detect monsters, he needs to be more sophisticated, but why does a special red light spot appear and follow Magic Lisa?

Sissyfree did not hesitate: "I'd better go take a look first. If there's no danger, it's best! Just remember to hide, I know you have the Zion Contract to protect you, you should be able to hold on until I come back!"

As Sisifri spoke, a golden cross tombstone suddenly appeared in his hand and was inserted into the ground.

The light shrouded by the tombstone enveloped Hazlitt and Menoetius on the ground, seeming to protect them, and then Sisyphus climbed out of the window.

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Killings happen all the time in the city.

Magic Lisa stared numbly at what she saw along the way. She was barefoot, her long skirt was torn, and she was walking on the broken road with her arms folded.

On the horizon, something suddenly bloomed.

Like an explosion, Magic Lisa looked at the sky. The dusk became deeper and the air became colder.

It's the last day.

Magic Lisa knew that the city was hopeless.

Communication was cut off, power was out, and countless people died, whether they were civilians or hosts. The hosts that were still alive were either slaughtering the remaining civilians, intercepting the golden light in their bodies to fill their stomachs, or fighting with other hosts to snatch their golden light.

The sky suddenly became overcast.

Many crystal clear threads fell down, and the spiritual power fluctuations in the threads stirred the clouds, causing a rain to fall suddenly.

The shoes were torn, and Marissa looked down at her feet.

Can't find friends.

She was at a loss.

I recalled what happened a few days ago, like a nightmare.

But for some reason she couldn't blame the Eastern Taoist priest.

The end had come, and she had had a man, which was a little shameful, but it felt complete.

There is only one day left until Ragnarok, and who can change everything?

There are so many hosts in this city now... If no one can kill them all... everyone will die, right?

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Magic Lisa walked forward in confusion, but one eye was watching her.

There are no buildings in the old city of Paris higher than 50 meters. Perhaps this is due to the protection of ancient buildings, so people standing in the rain may be as lonely as they were hundreds of years ago.

A rooftop.

A Taoist priest holds an oil-paper umbrella.

He secretly looked at Magic Lisa's back in the rain.

His eyes were gleaming, and then he was as angry as he was nervous.

"What a delicious girl, tsk tsk tsk, I think you must be very happy to have had such a wonderful experience..."

"Do you want to die?!"

"Hahahaha, are you willing to kill me?"

"Think I don't dare?!"

"Come and try, you yourself released me, and now you want to blame me, is this the way you cultivate?"

One mouth, two voices.

The Taoist priest was ashamed and angry, but he did not dare to face the other side of himself.

A few days ago he did something worse than a beast.

He regrets it.

But every time I think about it, I have some aftertaste.

He knew that he was 'sick' again, and that he began to play tricks on his heart.

So I took out the mask I hadn't worn for a long time and put it on my face again.

If you are not good at studying, who can you blame?

Didn’t Master say that he has become a master of Tai Chi Demon... so what does this mean? !

The blond woman turned a corner and disappeared from sight. The Taoist priest still held the umbrella and slowly turned back.

"You've been with me for so long, why don't you come out and say hello?"

In front of him, a little girl appeared.

The cute little girl only has compound eyes and eight bone claws.

‘Weaver’ Evil Bone Xina.

"Umbrella Ghost, are you confused?"

The evil bone Zina appeared, and so did the ‘Soul Shepherd’ Gurius.

"I don't worry about it."

"If you don't struggle, there won't be pain, right?"

Mo Wuji was silent.

The two of them stood next to Mo Wuji, and Gu Liusi suddenly said: "We just made sure that you and we are the same person, and now we find that you are not."

"Then what do you want? Kill me?"

Mo Wuji's umbrella turned into a Tai Chi halo, and his pupils under the mask also revealed blood-red eyes.

Greedy, bloodthirsty, even looking at Xena with evil eyes.

Evil Bones Zina and Gu Liusi looked at each other, and then said: "No, just saying hello. We are actually planning to eat the golden light in that woman's body, because it seems to be a great supplement, but you seem to be protecting We won't take action against her."

Xie Gu Xina jumped down, the spider web formed a glider, and left from the roof.

Gurius also threw out the Soul-Herding Lamp, and disappeared into the lamp. Before the Soul-Herding Lamp fell to the ground, Gurius got out again and held the lamp steadily.

Watching the two of them disappear in the rain, Mo Wuji took a deep breath. The red light in his eyes faded and his gaze became pure again. He hesitated in his eyes, but after a moment he still chased in the direction where Magic Lisa disappeared.

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It started to rain when Qin Kun entered the city.

The mobile phone had no signal and could not contact Han Yao and the others. Qin Kun could only search for their whereabouts based on previous information.

The raindrops gradually became heavier, and the rain came just in time, expressing the sorrow of the disappearance of the dusk god. To be honest, Qin Kun has no ill feelings towards Mu Shen. This old man makes himself stronger again and again, which is very important. However, he still can't figure out what Mu Shen's training method is.

But that is no longer important. He was sentenced by the great monk to "all actions are impermanent and waste morning and dusk." Now it has become dusk on the horizon. I don't know if it is considered a real death.

Qin Kun was still immersed in the shock of Mu Shen being defeated by Qu Zhongren, and felt that the great monk was very embarrassed. But suddenly I remembered some things from the past.

"If Danqu Man is a high-dimensional creature, does that really mean that high-dimensional creatures are better than low-dimensional creatures?"

Qin Kun thought about it and couldn't give an answer.

This is equivalent to using your own strength to get into a comic story and challenge the characters in it. The combat power structure of each world is different.

Qin Kun thought for a while and then gave up, wasting his brain.

The sky eye was covered by the rain and the vision was not good. He could vaguely see the direction of a church. According to Han Yao and his friends' previous information, it should be nearby.

In the church, the host corpses were slowly disappearing.

There were two people lying on the ground.

Cui Honghu and Wang Qian.

The two men were covered in blood and their expressions were numb.

Behind them, a host whose whole body was burning appeared.

Cui Honghu stood up supporting the wall and smiled miserably: "Senior Brother Wang, do you still have the Flying Feather Talisman?"

Wang Gan's fat face no longer had the shrewdness and smile of the past, and he shook his head with difficulty: "I can't draw any talismans. Cui Xiaoniao, the fat man still has a bunch of diamond talismans on his body. You can take them off and run."

"run?"

Cui Honghu smiled miserably: "Where can I run? Senior Brother Han is dead, Senior Sister Chai, Senior Sister Chu, and Li Sanwang are all dead. Where can I run?"

"Go find Qin Kun! There is still one day left, he must have a way to kill these guys."

"If Qin Heigou could escape, he would have been here long ago! Wake up, Senior Brother Wang. I'm afraid I won't be able to get over this hurdle!"

Cui Honghu faced the host covered in fire.

It was hard to believe that a host could be powerful enough to make him tremble.

The spiritual power fluctuations on the opponent's body are almost substantial.

In his flames, there were thousands of wails.

That is power, full of killing power.

His hands were stained with countless blood to have such killing power.

The host opened his hand and held it in the air: "Leave the Hell of Fire, Ember Spirit."

A flaming knife appeared in the hand.

"Guishui Prison, the judge of death."

"Hahahaha, I've heard of you. It's said that you are so powerful that you dared to hold a trial on three underworld hosts at the same time. I didn't expect you to be such a weak boy."

The host suddenly expanded into a three-meter-tall fire giant.

"Now, are you ready to die?"

Cui Honghu looked at the dilapidated church, and rain fell from the sky.

He didn't know the meaning of still fighting.

This person is too strong.

real……

Can't beat it.

Too many people died.

The opponents are getting stronger and stronger.

Why still fight?

Suddenly, someone slapped me on the back of my head.

Cui Honghu turned around suddenly and found Wang Qian looking at him angrily.

"The enemy is in front of you, what are you thinking about?!"

"I……"

"You're scared." Wang Gan hit the nail on the head.

Cui Honghu lowered his head.

Wang Qian suddenly raised his hand and slapped Cui Honghu on the face.

Cui Honghu was shocked in his eyes and touched his face in disbelief. Wang Qian asked: "What's your name?"

Cui Honghu didn't know why Wang Qian asked this. He found that the host was looking at the two of them with interest, like looking at two lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

He lowered his head: "My name is Cui Honghu."

"Who is your master?"

"Master Cui Wuming!"

"Who is your master?"

"Master Sakonomi!"

"You do not deserve!"

Cui Honghu was in a daze, and suddenly angrily grabbed Wang Qian by the collar and punched Wang Qian in the face: "What did you say!"

Wang Qian was shaking, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and looking at him contemptuously: "I said you are not worthy!"

Cui Honghu was filled with fire.

Wang Gan pinched Cui Honghu's cheek and turned his head towards the host.

"The judges I know are arrogant and cold-blooded. They dare to judge the world's injustices and offend the most difficult people in the world. They control secret sects and don't take anyone seriously. Old Man Zuo didn't even let Yang Shen go. In my eyes, you are afraid of a guy who appears out of nowhere, what kind of judge are you?!"

"Wang Qian, shut up! I know you want to provoke me, but we really can't fight! Master and Grandmaster are so powerful, what do I have?!"

Cui Honghu grabbed Wang Qian's collar and almost begged him to stop talking.

He didn't want to hear it anymore.

Wang Qian laughed: "You are not worthy, you are not worthy. You are not worthy to be a disciple of the Juan family, you are not worthy to have Han Yao risk his life to save you, and you are not worthy to be the junior disciple of Chu Qianxun, Chai Ziyue, and Li Chong."

"I was not responsible for their deaths! Don't talk nonsense!"

Wang Gan glared at him: "Don't you think you're strong? If you were really strong, how could they die!"

Wang Qian was talking, but the host was already impatient.

Suddenly a knife stabbed Wang Gan, his eyes were out of focus, he lowered his head, and there was a big bloody hole in his chest.

"Noisy!" The host smiled softly, "I don't like people who talk nonsense."

"Wang Gan!"

Cui Honghu shook Wang Gan, and Wang Gan's fat face trembled, and then he grinned.

"Cui Xiaoniao... The fat man has used up his spiritual power. He is out of ink, so I can't help you. But... there is still a trace of resentment at least! I originally wanted to provoke you to take action, but now it's easier..."

With his back on his back, Wang Gan suddenly started to draw on Cui Honghu's arms with blood. His hand speed was so fast that the blood stains penetrated Cui Honghu's sleeves, and then Wang Gan drew the last few strokes on Cui Honghu's face.

A corpse fell down weakly, and Wang Qian slowly disappeared.

When Cui Honghu raised his head, the host opposite him suddenly frowned.

"A bloody face? This friend of yours is really boring."

Cui Honghu felt his face burning. Suddenly, his vision went dark and he disappeared.

At the same time, a green figure in a judge's robe appeared on the spot.

He was holding the brush in astonishment, as if he was working. At this moment, he noticed that the scenery around him changed, and he asked in confusion: "Who used the Immortal Calling Talisman just now?"

As he spoke, he murmured to himself again: "That's not right... There are so many five immortals in the Three Realms, but it's interesting that one ghost immortal is called here."

The judge raised his head as he spoke and looked at the fire-colored giant opposite: "Who are you? How can you kill so badly?"

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