My life is super hard, nothing is taboo/Ghost Shelter

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

Suddenly, something bloomed in the sky.

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

It's the last day.

Ma Lisa knew that the city was hopeless.

The communication was cut off, the electricity was gone, and there were countless dead people. Whether it was civilians or hosts, the living hosts were either slaughtering the remaining civilians and intercepting the golden light in their bodies to fill their stomachs, or fighting with other hosts to rob them of their golden light.

The sky suddenly overcast.

Many crystal silk threads fell down, and the spiritual power fluctuations in those threads stirred the clouds, and a rain fell suddenly.

The shoe was torn, and Ma Lisa looked down at her feet.

Can't find friends.

She was at a loss.

Recalling the events of the previous few days, it was like a nightmare.

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

The end came and she had a man too, which was a bit of a shame, but it felt whole.

One day left is the twilight of the gods, who can change all this.

Now there are so many hosts in this city... If no one can kill them all... Everyone will die, right?

……

Ma Lisa walked forward in confusion, but one eye was looking at her.

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

a roof.

A Taoist priest holds an oil-paper umbrella.

He secretly looked at the back of Lisa in the rain.

His eyes were shining brightly, and then he was nervous and angry.

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

"Do you want to die?!"

"Hahahaha, are you willing to kill me?"

"Think I dare not?!"

"Come and try, you let me out, and now you want to blame me, is this the way you practiced?"

One mouth, two voices.

The Taoist was ashamed and angry, but he didn't dare to face his other side.

He did something worse than a beast a few days ago.

He regrets.

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

He knew that he was 'sick' again, and that he started to haunt his heart.

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

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

Didn't the master say that he had accomplished Taiji Demon... so what is this? !

The blond woman turned a corner and disappeared from sight. The Taoist still held his umbrella and turned his head slowly.

"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.

'The Weaver' Xie Bone Zina.

"Umbrella Ghost, are you troubled?"

Xiegu Zina appeared, and the 'soul shepherd' Gulius also appeared.

"I'm not bothered."

"If you don't struggle, you won't suffer, right?"

Mo Wuji was silent.

The two stood next to Mo Wuji, and Gulius suddenly said, "We just wanted to make sure that you and us are on the same side, and now we find out that we are not."

"Then what do you want? Kill me?"

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

Greedy, bloodthirsty, and even looked evilly at Xiegu Zina.

Xiegu Zina and Gulus looked at each other, and then said: "No, just to say hello. We are actually going to eat the golden light in that woman's body, because it looks like it will be a great tonic, but you seem to be protecting She, we don't plan to do anything."

Xiegu Zina jumped down, and the spider web formed a hang gliding wing, and left from the roof.

Gulius also threw out the shepherd lamp, and his body disappeared into the lamp. Before the shepherd lamp fell to the ground, Gulius got out again and held the lamp firmly.

Watching the two disappear into the rain, Mo Wuji took a deep breath, the red light in his eyes faded, and his eyes became pure again. His eyes hesitated, and after a while, he still chased in the direction where Mo Lisa disappeared.

……

When Qin Kun entered the city, it began to rain.

The mobile phone has no signal, and Han Yao and the others cannot be contacted. Qin Kun can only search for their whereabouts based on the previous information.

The raindrops gradually became larger, and the rain came just in time, expressing the mourning of Twilight's disappearance.To be honest, Qin Kun didn't have any ill feeling towards Mushen. It was important for the old man to make himself stronger again and again, but he still couldn't figure out what Mushen's cultivation method was.

But that's not important anymore, he was sentenced by the great monk as "all things are impermanent, and the morning and evening are wasted", and now it has become the evening in the sky, and he doesn't know whether it is a real death or not.

Qin Kun was still immersed in the shock of Mushen being defeated by the man in the song, and felt that the great monk was hanging.But suddenly remembered something from the past.

"If Tanqu Man is a high-dimensional creature, does it really mean that high-dimensional creatures are stronger than low-dimensional creatures?"

After much deliberation, Qin Kun couldn't give an answer.

This is equivalent to using one's own strength to drill into a novel and comic story, just like the characters in it are singled out. The combat power structure of each world is different.

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

The eyes of the sky were covered by the rain, and the vision was not good. I vaguely saw the direction of a church. According to Han Yao's previous news, it should be nearby.

In the church, the corpses of hosts all over the place are slowly disappearing.

There were two people lying on the ground.

Cui Honghu and Wang Gan.

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

Behind them, a burning host appeared.

Cui Honghu supported the wall and stood up, smiling sadly: "Senior Brother Wang, do you still have the 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, Fatty still has a stack of Vajra talismans on his body, you can take them off and run."

"run?"

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

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

"If Qin Heigou could get away, he would have come a long time ago! Wake up, Senior Brother Wang. I'm afraid this hurdle will be difficult to pass!"

Cui Honghu faced the host covered in fire.

It's hard to believe that an Overlord can be strong enough to make him tremble.

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

In his flames, there are thousands of howls.

That is Wei, a killing power.

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

The host opened his hand and held it in the void: "From Hell, Ember Spirit."

A flame knife appeared in his hand.

"Guishui Prison, death judge."

"Hahahaha, I've heard about you. It is said that the official is so powerful that he dared to open the trial of three Huangquan hosts at the same time. I didn't expect that he was just such a weak brat."

The host suddenly swelled into a three-meter-high fire giant.

"Now, are you ready to die?"

Cui Honghu looked at the dilapidated church, and there was rain falling from the sky.

He didn't know what the meaning of still fighting was.

This man is too strong.

Really...

Can't beat it.

Too many people died.

The opponent is getting stronger and stronger.

Why do you still fight.

In a daze, someone slapped the back of the head.

Cui Honghu suddenly turned his head and found that Wang Qian was looking at him angrily.

"The enemy is now, what are you thinking about?!"

"I……"

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

Cui Honghu lowered his head.

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

Cui Honghu's eyes were astonished, and he touched his face in disbelief, Wang Gan said, "What's your name?"

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

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

"Who is your master?"

"Family teacher Cui Wuming!"

"Who is your ancestor?"

"Master Zuo Jinchen!"

"You do not deserve!"

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

Wang Gan staggered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at him contemptuously: "I say you are not worthy!"

Cui Honghu burst into anger all over his body.

Wang Gan squeezed Cui Honghu's cheek, and turned his head to the host.

"The family members I know are arrogant, cold-blooded and ruthless. They dare to judge the world's injustices, dare to provoke the people who are difficult to provoke in the world, and they don't put anyone in their eyes. The old man Zuo didn't even let Yang Shen go. In my eyes, you are even afraid of a guy who came out of nowhere, what kind of judge?!"

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

Cui Honghu grabbed Wang Gan by the collar, almost begging him to stop talking.

He didn't want to hear any more.