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

The fox girl held her chin, her eyes were a little melancholy: "That's great, you can still go out, when can I go out?"

"Princess, the white-haired savage, that bat, and that female worm are all improving their own strength. They must use this place to cut off the causal line, so that there will be countless possibilities in the future. You should concentrate on practicing!"

The fox girl's ears moved, she shook her head and said, "No, the teacher said a long time ago that one must accept fate, be content, and keep one's feet on the ground."

"Nonsense! And you're not human!"

"Indeed, the teacher likes to talk nonsense the most, but he has something right. I want to accept my fate. The law of ten dead cities has been broken. The trial of life and death will never exist again. My fate has been fixed and cannot be reversed, so The fate of the Yunhu family has also been finalized. This is a ghost town, and we are a group of exiled and exiled foxes. We can only stay in this dark place and be with ghosts for the rest of our lives!"

"Princess, you think too much. Fate can be changed. We entered the ten-death city, and this is life-changing!"

The fox girl smiled lightly: "Uncle Yun, you are thinking too much, maybe this is also predestined?"

Hu Meinan was startled, and remained silent for a long time.

Afterwards, Hu Meinan sighed: "Yunlu, he's back."

The fox girl was stunned, a little unbelievable, and a little excited, but she seemed to be determined to suppress her emotions.

"You mean...who?"

The fox girl wanted to get an affirmative answer, so the beautiful fox gave a positive look.

"Your teacher, he's back. He's been sleeping for ten years... tsk tsk tsk, he didn't collapse because of that will. His physique is incredible. I tested him today and found that he is even stronger than before .”

Hu Meinan didn't react much when he saw the fox girl, and asked curiously: "Aren't you going to see him?"

The fox girl suddenly smiled: "I am the fox god, the host of the underworld, so naturally I can't visit him, but the teacher will come to me one day, won't he?"

Chapter 0742 causal line is a string

After the Ten Dead City changed hands, great changes were brought about.

The most obvious thing is that the name of 'Menggui PK Station' has changed to 'Palace of Death', and Qin Kun just got a 'Styx Banner' before the prompt appeared.

The bronze gate is towering, majestic and solemn here. Qin Kun stood at the door with the Styx flag, blinking his eyes, and asked curiously, "Why don't you let people in after you've given the flag?"

I have been in Shide City for two days, and I just adjusted my status today. I came to find someone to discuss, but I was stopped at the door, which is a bit puzzling.

"This friend, Twilight God is playing the piano, and he misheard the overtones, which is not good for you."

A group of people stood at the door, and the one who spoke was a bark man, who only dared to stand outside the threshold, but did not dare to take a step forward.Qin Kun didn't understand what he meant, so he stretched his neck to look inside: "Aren't there dozens of people inside?"

Since you can't fight today, why don't you go in and listen to the piano?Can't people be arty when they are alive?

The bark said humanely: "Those are all Huangquan-level hosts, and Mu Shen's piano is played for them. You are in charge of the No. 40 four banners on the Styx List, and you are not qualified to listen to the piano with them. However, if you want to go in, it is not impossible , no one cares if you die.”

The bark man made a gesture, but Qin Kun hesitated.

Damn it...

It's just listening to the music, so scary?

The unknown is fear, and people often have fear in their hearts when they are unfamiliar with things, but the bark man's warning was obviously mocking, Qin Kun said that he was hurting face, snorted coldly, and walked in the door.

It was only a threshold away, and Qin Kun immediately found that the sound here was completely different from the sound outside.

It's not the difference in hearing, but an inexplicable feeling attached to the hearing, as if countless information flows through the ears to build a world!

Qin Kun's consciousness paused for a moment, and he was sweating coldly, shaking his head hurriedly, his back was already soaked, and his consciousness turned blank just for a moment!Look at the old man in the palace again, with a guqin on his lap, plucking the strings.

my day!

Qin Kun took a closer look, and found that the piano was not strings at all, but... crystal clear lines of cause and effect! ! !

Outside the city, when Qin Kun looked up at the sky, he had seen the causal lines intertwined into a network, surpassing the sky, but at this moment, someone actually used the causal lines as strings!

The face of the old man was very familiar, it was the old referee when he came to the Palace of Death last time.

The old referee smiled slightly at Qin Kun: "The sound of the chaotic world, I will give it to all of you."

fight—

The strings were plucked, and in front of Qin Kun, the entire palace began to collapse and disintegrate. The surrounding hosts who listened to the piano with their eyes closed turned into flying ash fragments. At the last moment, it turned into a white light.

……

'Ding!The host fell into an unknown mirage'

'The system turns on the assimilation function'

'Assimilation succeeded!The host enters the standard mirage'

'Survival Mission: French Republic On'

'Mission purpose: Find the sealed Holy Spirit'

'Customs Clearance Reward: Styx Water'

'Failure penalty: None'

'Task time: variable'

Countless voices rang through Qin Kun's mind, like warnings in the void. The voices continued to overlap, causing tinnitus.When the white light dissipated, Qin Kun was out of breath and found himself sitting on a long seat.

The voice in his head gradually quieted down. On the wall in front of him, a person was nailed to a huge cross, symbolizing the saint who redeemed the world. Only the shroud was left to cover his lower body. In front of the cross, there was a faint candlelight, placed Biscuits and holy water, it seems, were offerings.

church? !

Qin Kun's brain is down.

who I am?where am I?What am I going to do?

After a while, the memory slowly emerged. It seemed that I was going to the palace of death. I came to this ghostly place just after hearing the sound of the piano.

"I won't... enter someone else's causal line, right?!"

Memories welled up, and Qin Kun remembered that when he saw the old man's strings just now, it was clearly made by someone else's broken causal line!

It's so fucking weird!This mission is very similar to the survival mission and the survival trial, but it is also distinguished. Is this the new mission of Ten Dead City?

Qin Kun's mouth was dry, and he took a few sips of the holy grail, which obviously smelled like tap water, and stuffed biscuits into his mouth. He was usually frightened in strange places, and the only way to quickly stabilize his mood was to eat something quickly.

The taste of the biscuits was mediocre, and the holy water was not good. Qin Kun took Jesus' tribute and burned three sticks of incense for him before walking out of the church.

It was very big outside, the corridor was empty, and the night was dark. It was obviously night, and Qin Kun found many writings on the wall, but he didn't recognize them.

French!

My mother...Qin Kun really wants to know, whose causal line was played by that old man, and how did he play it to France?Could it be that in Ten Dead City, besides the Golden King, are there many European hosts?

The melancholy mood was hard to resolve, the door of the church was still closed, and I couldn't go out, so I could only go up to the high place to blow some air and chat for comfort.

The cold wind is bleak, and the bell is beside him. Qin Kun is standing in the bell tower, his back is even more bleak.

The prosperity of the city is obvious, but looking around, there are not many high-rise buildings. Qin Kun is not familiar with France, and he doesn't know where it is.

Hold up—hold up—someone stepped up the stairs, the sound of wooden boards rubbing against each other was particularly obvious, Qin Kun turned his head, and a hunchbacked ugly ghost appeared in his vision.

Michenbu concealed his breath, and when the phantom saw Qin Kun, he was also startled, chattering something in his mouth, and his expression was very excited.

"Old tea, come out!"

The tea fairy ghost was called out by Qin Kun, and Qin Kun pointed to the hunchbacked ugly ghost: "Let him make tea."

"Good master!"

This is an evil ghost. Although his expression is agitated, he doesn't seem to be aggressive. The tea fairy ghost took out the tea set and said to him, "Make tea!"

The evil ghost couldn't understand, but the tea fairy ghost was familiar with the road, so he gave him a violent beating. The evil ghost's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he finally knew what the other party asked him to do.

After a cup of silent tea was brewed, Qin Kun drank it with a dazed expression.

"Old tea... this cup of silent tea... is useless!"

Qin Kun still couldn't speak French, and looked at the tea fairy ghost suspiciously.

"Shouldn't be..." The Tea Immortal Ghost suddenly said awkwardly after drinking a cup, "Master, this is dumb, he was yelling just now."

Qin Kun was very angry: "Is it useful to pour him silent tea?"

The tea fairy ghost was taken aback: "I haven't tried this yet."

"Fill!"

Qin Kun made a cup of tea himself, and the tea fairy pinched the hunchbacked ugly ghost's mouth and poured it for him. After a while, he spit out the correct Mandarin from his mouth.

"What are you giving me to drink? Let me go!!!"

"Anyway, it's not poison, don't struggle for me, and ask you a few things." Qin Kun said impatiently.

The hunchback ugly ghost was startled: "You...can you hear me? No! How can I talk?"

The hunchbacked ugly ghost was extremely astonished, crying and laughing like crazy, the tea fairy ghost said contemptuously: "You are a ghost, this is a ghost language communication, ghost language is not necessarily a language, you can see it as a fluctuation of Yin energy."

The hunchback ugly ghost didn't understand, and the tea fairy ghost didn't bother to explain, but Qin Kun pinched his chin and said, "Don't pretend to be crazy, what's your name?"

"Ka... Quasimodo."

"Where is this?"

"Ba...Paris..."

The capital of France, Qin Kun nodded.

"No, Paris is so poor?" Qin Kun realized, looking around, there are too few high-rise buildings around, and it feels like it is not as good as the high-tech zone of Linjiang City.

"What year is it?"

"1983...you...you can't be an exorcist, can you?"

1983! !! !!

Wasn't it also 30 when I left for the first time 1983 years ago?The time node is here?

The hunchbacked ugly ghost looked at Qin Kun pitifully. Seeing him in a daze, he didn't recover for a long time. He begged for mercy, "Mr. Exorcist, I'm allowed to wander in the church, please don't hurt me..."

Qin Kun came back to his senses, took out a pack of cigarettes from the elastic space, and took a melancholy puff.

"Okay, don't bother me. Since you are a ghost, do you know that there is no Holy Spirit around here?"

The hunchbacked ugly ghost smiled wryly: "Then you have to go to the Holy See to find it."

Chapter 0743 Marseille Lion

After listening to a tune, inexplicably coming to 1983, and accepting a bullshit task, Qin Kun is enough.

Fortunately, there is no failure penalty for missions that appear suddenly, so let's take a trip here.

Quasimodo, the hunchbacked ugly ghost, was very familiar with the terrain of the church. When he heard that Qin Kun was leaving, he enthusiastically led Qin Kun to copy the path and exit from here smoothly.

He didn't know French, had no money, and the nights were long, so he couldn't sleep on the street like the homeless people under the bridge or at the end of the alley. Qin Kun walked on the street, found a T-shirt in the elastic space, tore off his face, and walked towards a Walk down the dimly lit alley.

The French are romantic by nature. The Moulin Rouge nightclub is the largest red-light district landmark in Paris. There are also many romantic and charming venues in the surrounding blocks, which seem to bring warmth to the whole world.The alleys were dimly lit, and where there were prostitutes, there were gangsters. A few drunken and flamboyant gangsters rubbed their crotches and leaned against the wall, smoking cigarettes, as if they were talking about their affairs.

Qin Kun appeared next to them like a ghost. The few people didn't notice Qin Kun's existence at all, and found that one of their companions suddenly disappeared in place.

When words are difficult, fists are more effective than anything else. The gangster who was taken away by Qin Kun covered his mouth was punched and had a nosebleed. The next thing to do is to make tea. I took out 1000 francs in my pocket, and then I walked away.

"Who are you!!! We are disciples of 'Light of Marseilles', you will be retaliated!"

"Does Holy Soul Religion know? Revenge is welcome."

Proper French words popped out, and Qin Kun patted his buttocks and left.

In 1983, France, as a fashion capital, would definitely not lose to the world a few decades later. Beautiful women are sexy and enthusiastic, and the prices are fair. There is no place more comfortable than a gentle place to spend the night.

With a tip of 100 francs to open the way, Qin Kun was immediately regarded as a tourist with a lot of money and money in such a small alley. Several French girls stood in a row, and some took the initiative to come directly to hold Qin Kun's arm.

Qin Kun picked a slightly indifferent girl, smoking a cigarette, and brought Qin Kun to her room.

The net stockings at this time were far inferior to those decades later, but they were even more itchy. The woman took a bath indifferently and signaled Qin Kun to take a bath too.

"No, I won't sleep with you in the bed, just leave the house to me." The woman took out 500 francs, and the woman was a little startled, thinking that this man was very strange.

However, she has seen many strange guests. Men are wolves, and gentlemen are just appearances.

The woman chuckled, and sat next to Qin Kun to read a book. She wanted to see how long Qin Kun could bear it.

The Taoist priest is sleeping, and the prostitute is reading. This kind of occasion is very strange. Qin Kun took a shower and lay on the bed, looking at the apartment-like room. Maybe it is too cloudy. Qin Kun is not impulsive and has insomnia.After all, the surrounding sound insulation is too bad.

At 1 o'clock in the evening, Qin Kun was yawning big. The indifferent prostitute was reading a fashion magazine with great interest. Someone would hire her tonight, and she didn't have to work hard. To be honest, I thought about this kind of life every day.

Dong dong dong, a knock on the door rang.