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

The people in front of them are calling them.

Qin Kun took a closer look and felt a huge shock in his heart.

Yang people! ! !

The three of them couldn't believe it. They rubbed their eyes and realized that they saw... a bunch of Yang people here? !

Foreign soldiers dressed up and carried guns and ammunition, but only two soldiers pointed their guns at their own side. Compared with the number of 12 soldiers, it meant that their vigilance was not high.

Wang Gan raised his hands without saying a word.

"Fatty! Why are you so worthless! You're a ghost now! Wearing corpse clothes, what are you afraid of?" Chu Qianxun was very dissatisfied with Wang Gan's performance.

Wang Gan said in a low voice: "It's not that I'm afraid! I'm doing it for our own good! Ghosts are most afraid of soldiers and bandits. If you annoy these Yang people and smash the corpse's clothes, we will be out!"

It's not that the king of murder has never done it before. The head-down masters in Southeast Asia have killed a lot before, but it was a peer-to-peer fight. Although these soldiers don't look like good birds, at least they have no kindness or resentment. It's not appropriate to kill them, right?Besides, in the current state, it is reasonable to fight heads-up, but there are more than ten opponents.

With Wang Gan taking the lead, Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun followed behind and walked over.

"Hahahaha! Unexpectedly, he knows how to be afraid! God bless, it seems that these ghosts are about to be cultivated. I can finally leave this ghost place!"

The captain was very happy, and motioned Wang Gan to drink water. Wang Gan drank it in one gulp, and the water seeped out of his rotting body.

There was no other reaction and no fire.

The captain nodded in satisfaction: "Stand over!"

Seeing the captain's instructions, Wang Qian realized that they didn't seem to be here to suppress the corpse?It seems to be an assessment of them. Where is this foreigner playing?

After Wang Gan finished drinking the water, it was Qin Kun's turn, followed by Chu Qianxun. The three of them were all safe and sound, standing with several living dead.

After drinking the water, Qin Kun felt a little uncomfortable and itchy all over, but his soul seemed to be much stronger all of a sudden.

What was he drinking himself?

Qin Kun didn't know.

But the soul cannot absorb water, unless there is spiritual power in the water that can absorb it!

Seeing Wang Gan standing in the corner, secretly exchanging a stack of Ming coins and sniffing them fiercely, Qin Kun whispered, "Fatty, what are you doing?"

Wang Qiandao: "Let me see if I can absorb the spiritual power in Mingbi!"

Qin Kun is really speechless, ghosts have left their bodies, there have been such legends in Taoism of all dynasties, but it is unreasonable to say that ghosts that have left their bodies can absorb incense and worship.Then anyone can have the ghost of a ghost king and the body of a male.

How many legends have there been about attaining Taoism and ascending through the ages...

Qin Kun found that Wang Gan was in vain. He felt that since the Yang God was present, the Yin Soul could not absorb the spiritual power of the offering, but some special spiritual power might be effective.

Take this water for example.

"Ugly monsters, listen up, you have been baptized with holy water again! Your spiritual intelligence has gradually been strengthened. Next time, I hope you don't come to see me timidly wearing these corpses."

Chu Qianxun translated the captain's words in time.

After all, the captain pointed his gun at them: "You can go away. Someone will test your soul strength later."

0307 - Father Barry

After a supply of 'holy water', the hunger and fatigue in the souls of Qin Kun and the others disappeared.

While lamenting the magic of the holy water, Qin Kun suddenly thought of a question.

Some wandering ghosts have not been nourished by spiritual power for a long time, so they consume ghost power to survive.Once you get a stable supply, your strength will gradually grow.

For example, his ghost.

A thought came to Qin Kun's mind.

If my guess is correct, these foreign soldiers are raising ghosts.

Raise ghosts for Castle of Souls.

When this thought popped up, Qin Kun himself didn't believe it.I have to believe it again.

Those disappearing heads, this mysterious forest, and the underground isolation room are all secrets related to the research of Soul Fort.

Where the forest is here, Qin Kun felt that it was not important anymore.

The important thing is that the upper echelons of Europe have already started soul research work, and it seems that it has been going on for many years.

Compared with raising ghosts with blood sacrifices, this kind of experimental raising of ghosts is more humane, but what about the hidden dangers...

"The judge told me several times... the gate of hell has been opened, and the devil is about to come into the world. Is this what he said?"

"Qin Heigou, what are you thinking?" Wang Gan whispered.

"Quantum mechanics……"

The corners of Wang Gan's mouth twitched, his expression almost collapsed, and he held back for a long time before he spoke with difficulty: "...Brother Dog, the salary of the funeral home is not enough? Are you going to... take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

"roll……"

Chu Qianxun looked at the two speechlessly: "Do you remember that the captain said that someone will come to test the strength of our souls?"

"Well, what happened?"

"It's nothing, it seems to be here."

In the forest, a large number of missionaries appeared.

That's right, an authentic missionary is definitely not a cult member.

"God bless. May the world be saved."

Traditional missionaries are dressed in the same manner as Chinese Taoist priests, retro and simple.

With compassionate eyes, he looked at the scattered corpses in the forest, holding the cross on his chest, and meditating in prayer.

This group of people, old and young, without exception, have strong mental fluctuations, and their prayers, like Taoism, bring discomfort to ghosts.

These coercions did not interfere much with Qin Kun and the others, and now is not the time to deal with these gangsters.

Niu Meng and the ghost messengers couldn't be summoned at this time, so they could only dig the soil by themselves.Their purpose is just to find the key to break the level...

"Brother Dog... Those missionaries are here..." Chu Qianxun was a little worried. Now that he was wearing a 'corpse clothes', he was not a 'good thing' in the eyes of these exorcists.

"Ignore them, dig the ground, and quickly find the key to break the level. Just now, the group of soldiers didn't do anything with hot weapons. What are these unarmed magic sticks afraid of?"

Wang Gan nodded: "That's right, Junior Sister Chu, everyone is a magic stick, can you still be afraid of them?"

The three of them were digging with shovels and hoes. A young missionary, with weak spiritual fluctuations, walked over tremblingly, took a basin, dipped it in water, and carefully flicked it on the three of them: "God bless, may The world...gets, gets redemption..."

The three of Qin and Kun dug the ground and didn't bother to pay attention to each other. The young missionary babbled and flicked the water while chanting. Wet, feeling extremely uncomfortable being hit, and glared at him.

"Little liar, you're almost done!"

The young missionary was horrified by Qin Kun's stare, backed away, and heard Qin Kun chattering, and hurriedly raised the silver cross on his chest.

"Miss, translate!"

After digging for a while without the steps of the catacomb, Qin Kun was in a bad mood and changed another place, not forgetting to let Chu Qianxun convey his meaning.

The appearance of Chu Qianxun is a corpse of a woman in a white coat, her mouth is sewn shut. Of course, her lips are almost rotten, so she speaks with a fluent London accent, shocking the young missionary.

"My God! What did I just hear? These walking corpses... are conscious?! Could it be that they will soon become ghosts of the day?"

The young missionary quickly called an elderly missionary, and an old man ran over tremblingly with an expression of disbelief.

"God is with me! Some lost ghosts, I am the evangelist priest of Chelsea Street, and I can show you the way."

After Chu Qianxun finished translating, Qin Kun carried a shovel: "Okay, Father, our corpses are imprisoned in the ground. I want to dig them out. Tell me where I can find them?"

Wang Gan was confused: "Brother Dog...is it appropriate to ask this?"

"Why isn't it appropriate?" Qin Kun asked back.

Wang Gan murmured: How can this magic stick know where those isolation rooms are...

After Chu Qianxun translated it truthfully, the priest was taken aback. The walking corpse was indeed talking to them!

"Oh my god! If that's the case, I think I can help you..."

Qin Kun also didn't expect that the old magic stick in the west would be such an old-fashioned and warm-hearted master. The old man took the shovel and dragged it on the ground with thick dead leaves.

When there was a clatter, the shovel touched a stone, the old magic stick looked at it, and continued to walk around. When it met the fourth stone, the old magic stick picked it up and called the little magic stick to help dig the ground.

Qin Kun found that there was nothing special about this stone.

However, when Qin Kun participated in the digging process, he discovered that it was indeed a tomb! !

Damn, does this old man really have the ability to find tombs? !

The catacomb was opened, and there was a corpse inside. Unfortunately, there was a pattern of crosses of thorns on the wall, and the hand card of the corpse was not the key they were looking for.

"Dear priest, these three walking corpses seem to be different from all the walking corpses we have seen before!" the little missionary whispered.

The priest couldn't help but nodded when he saw that Qin Kun and the three were just looking for cards in hand.

Non-aggressive, conscious, and able to communicate, except for the rotting body, the whole person is a person!But they are also weird, never heard of walking corpses and collectors.

What are they going to do with their cards?

So unusual!

To the old priest's relief, the three walking corpses were more kind than the ghosts raised in the forest, and they liked to communicate.

"Could it be that our probation over the years has worked?"

The old priest's eyes lit up, and he looked at the little missionary with joy.

If so, great.

The vibe here is congenial, not so friendly around here.

A middle-aged missionary ran over with his face covered in blood: "Father Barry! Our missionaries were attacked by these ugly monsters, and many missionaries were injured. These ugly monsters are several times stronger than in previous years. Do you want to ask the priest?" report?!"

Around the forest, there were screams one after another.

Qin Kun opened his eyes and saw that in the surrounding forest, many missionaries were playing holy water and saying prayers to the walking dead.

Some of these walking corpses are local walking corpses, and some are disciples who participated in the Ghost Sanguan. Qin Kun can no longer tell who is who.

But... the language is not clear, and you splash water on someone's face again, if you don't hit you, whoever you hit...

When the middle-aged missionary saw Qin Kun, he suddenly stood in front of him: "Father! These monsters are not friendly. Stand back and watch me destroy them!"

After all, the middle-aged missionary took out a silver-plated weapon.

Chapter 0308

"Ugly guy, humble ghost, the Holy See turns a blind eye to your existence, you should be grateful, not presumptuous!"

The middle-aged missionary chanted a spell.

Father Barry blocked: "York, wait! They didn't attack me!"

"Father Barry, don't be blinded by kindness. Walking corpses are inhuman!"

The York missionary's weapon is a short staff with a cascade of crucifixions and a faint silver glint at the tip.

"Soul suppression?"

Qin Kun was taken aback, this short staff turned out to be a magic weapon?

Compared with the Dongfa implement, this implement is thicker.

"Qin Kun, if you want to be given a hammer by that old silver stick, you will almost have to go back to Linjiang..."

Before Wang Gan finished speaking, the York missionary beat him down with a stick.

Qin Kun's eyes were quick, and he grabbed Wang Gan to block it!

puff……

Wang Gan's eyes widened, and he was hit by a stick in the back, causing his two eyeballs to pop out of their sockets.

"Qin Heigou, if you block the knife with me, you will die!!"

"Fatty, I just saw you secretly posting the Vajra Talisman, so it shouldn't be a big deal. Besides, it's a stick, not a knife."

Although the stick hit the shroud, the ghosts inside were also injured. The fluctuation of spiritual power on the stick made Wang Gan lie on the ground in great pain, and the pain gradually turned into anger: "Old silver stick, this is you!" The first to strike!"

Wang Qian got up, and two talisman papers appeared in his left and right hands, and they were fiercely pasted towards the York missionary.