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

The sun is not so hot, but it is warmer than the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

A remote village in Norway, 20 minutes drive from the nearest town.

Remoteness does not mean remoteness. It can be seen that this place was a fishing village before, and it was abandoned for some reason. The fishing boats were filled with shellfish and left at the seaside at random. After decoration, it became a tourist attraction.

There are many small scenic spots like this in the North Country.

On a fishing pier by the sea, a teenager was fishing, and a burly and ugly guy stood beside him.

The young man had orange hair, and his eyes were very agile, but his eyes were fixed on the sea, and he never glanced behind him.

It is already very pleasant to stop here, let alone fishing.

It's just that some people don't appreciate the fun of fishing, like that big ugly guy.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

After holding back for a long time, he finally spoke.

"fishing."

"What is fishing?"

"..." The boy looked back dissatisfied, "This is fishing."

"But... where's the fish?"

The boy threw down his fishing rod angrily: "Weird uncle, who are you? You have been with me all night, I can call the police and arrest you."

The burly and ugly guy scratched his armpits: "My name is Hequin, Hequin Titan."

The boy rubbed his temples: "Are there no fish in the Aegean Sea, Titan?"

The Titans belong to the Greek gods, and the Aegean Sea is adjacent to Greece, so the teenager believes that the Titan Hequin should come from there.

It's just that the other party didn't know about the Aegean Sea, and still looked at him in a daze.

Sea Quinn sat next to the boy: "Your smell is very special..."

"Thank you, you smell more special. Like canned herring."

Hai Quinn still didn't understand what the other party was talking about, but it didn't matter anymore.

He pulled the boy's fishing line very impolitely, and the bait was a burly man, if it wasn't for his chain tattoo all over his body, Hequin might not have recognized him.

'Death Row' Black Ivan!

The host of Huangquan in Ten Dead City.

At this moment, he was beaten so badly that he was tied to a fishing line as bait.

Haiquin found that he had more than a dozen wounds above his bare neck, and his head was almost cut by a sharp weapon, but even so, the 'Death Row' still survived.The fine chains on either side of those wounds were suturing his wounds.

"Heaquin..."

'Death Row''s eyelids were swollen into a line, blood dripped continuously, and he showed a miserable smile, "Kill me..."

Hai Kuiyin touched the butcher knife on his back, but the orange-haired boy was unhappy: "This is my bait, you have no right to kill him."

Haikui looked over, the young man stretched his five fingers vigorously, then clenched his fist, his expression was eager to try.

In the end, Hai Quinn gave up, not because he was afraid, but because he felt impolite.

"Little friend, I heard the sound and came here yesterday. He should have been my prey." Haikui said word by word.

"I found you yesterday. But... so what? I took him away first." The boy raised his eyebrows.

"what's your name?"

"Azazel."

"Very well, Azazel, when we meet again next time, I really won't show mercy."

After saying that, Haiquin turned around and left.

On the fishing platform, Azazel, who was less than 20 years old, fiddled with his hair, blowing the sea breeze, and shouted from afar: "Titan, are you strong?"

"Strong!"

"I'm strong too!" The young man was in high spirits, and a young girl walked up to the pier and put on clothes for him.

"But you are still young." Yuan Yuan replied.

"So what if you're young?"

"I have seen many hosts, all of them are very strong, but they are too young, so they are not very strong."

The young man was puzzled: "What is the host? And since they are very strong, why are they not strong?"

"Because they haven't lived enough! They dare not work hard."

The boy was about to ask a question when he suddenly heard harsh friction in the air.This sound seems very familiar, like the roar of a glacier cracking, like the wailing of a broken ship, like cutting, like separation, like the prelude to the coming of death!

The boy's eyes were wide open, and a long hook was less than half a meter away from the tip of his nose. The ferocious momentum suddenly stopped, and the long hook and chain were taken back by the opponent.

The boy could already smell the stench from the hook, but he never really touched the hook.

Hequin left.

The wind dissipated, and the still time resumed. A drop of cold sweat dripped from Azazel's forehead, and the young girl next to him patted her heaving chest: "Your Highness, that person is terrifying!"

Azazel recovered from his stiffness, savoring Hequin's words, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

The other party was right.

You are still young.

As for young people...there is always a lot of reluctance...in terms of choices, they will not make dangerous considerations.Especially since he has passed the age of recklessness, and he still has self-knowledge.

The hook just now means... If the other party wants to play for real, he won't get any benefits.

"That's right... that person's aura for a moment is very similar to the Pope. Miya, my hand holding the fishing rod is shaking." Azazel said with a wry smile.

"Then... do you want to go back? The Third Highness just received news that the Pope's signing will be held. We have to help."

Azazel's expression immediately turned pale: "I won't be a pawn in the fairy tale press conference anymore. I have been me since I was a child, and now I am 19 years old!"

As Azazel said, one hand skillfully reached into Mi Ya's collar.

Miya blushed, feeling the big rough hand, and said in a low voice: "The Pope wants you to keep your holy body."

Azazel yelled: "Lord Carter is a bastard in this regard. On the one hand, he made us holy, and on the other hand, he gave us these beauties. Except for An Shibai, who can resist it?"

As he spoke, Azazel stretched out his hand and lay on the ground with a distressed expression.

Mi Ya chuckled and pulled him up: "Let's go, the Pope is waiting."

……

……

At this moment, Qin Kun and his group were on their way back.

Ariel is not hostile, which is what Qin Kun is happy to see. This time his target is not the apostle of the black soul, so it is best to have less trouble.

Qin Kun always felt that his murderous aura had subsided a lot in the past few years, and he didn't know why. Before, he was jealous of evil, but he didn't have the ability to eliminate evil. Now he has the ability, but he doesn't have the lonely courage of the past.

Is it a lack of interest?

Qin Kun thought for a while, maybe there are too many demons in the world.

The car is driving on the road.

Qin Kun, who is in the driver's seat, is thinking about life, while the baby and Fayutan are admiring the scenery.

Fayutan doesn't like this kind of place, the vegetation is not dense, and it is a bit cold at night, which is far inferior to Cairo last time.

Babies don't care.

The men here are classy and that's enough.

"Kunlun Demon, look! That person looks a lot like you!"

About to return to the Wolf House Hotel, a person appeared on the side of the road. The baby and mother said it seemed to be a race, not an appearance.

That person is an oriental face.

He was standing on the side of the road holding an oil-paper umbrella, his long robe was drooping, and his eyes were calm, as if he was waiting for them specially.

Qin Kun narrowed his eyes, always feeling that he had seen the other party somewhere.

parking.

get off.

Qin Kun stood by the side of the road, and Fayutan stepped forward and said in a low voice, "That's the 'Umbrella Ghost'."

The baby and mother were surprised: "I heard that 'Umbrella Ghost' often wears a mask, but he doesn't wear it either."

Fayutan said: "I'm sure it's him, don't forget that I came from Xunfeng Prison!"

When the two were talking, Qin Kun had already walked over.

"Oriental?" Qin Kun lit a cigarette.

"You too?" asked the other party.

"Dahe Onmyoji?" Qin Kun exhaled smoke.

"No, Huaxia Ghostbuster."

After the other party finished speaking, Qin Kun choked on smoke.

Huaxia Ghostbuster?

Qin Kun looked at the other party's oil-paper umbrella: "This is still strange. Among the Chinese ghost hunters, I know quite a few people. Your umbrella...is very similar to that of a friend of mine."

Umbrella Ghost sneered: "Your demeanor is very similar to a friend of mine."

Qin Kun smiled: "Really? What's your friend's name?"

"Qin Kun."

Qin Kun cursed: "Fart! I am Qin Kun!"

Umbrella Ghost swelled when he heard this, "Are you Qin Kun?"

In front of him, Qin Kun saw a familiar Ren Zhuli overlooking him.

The monster squatted on the ground with its head lowered, and the pleasant smell and the bad smell appeared alternately. Two columns of smoke spewed out from his nostrils: "Are you sure, you are Qin Kun?"

The monster sneered jokingly, while Qin Kun's eyes were dull.

Fengdu Guan, corpse solution fairy!

But the guy in front of him was not the Mo Wuji he knew.

Chapter 1310 Horror novel?

If a person has experienced too many absurdities, even if more exaggerated absurdities appear in front of them, there will be no emotional waves.

But that's only if.

When Qin Kun saw the strange Empress Dowager in front of him, question marks kept popping up in his mind.

Is he really Mo Wuji?

Shi Jiexian was looking down at Qin Kun, and Qin Kun, who had turned into a bull demon in a red robe, was also looking at him.

The 2-meter Bull Demon was still a bit small against the 8-meter Shijie Xian, but that Shijie Xian never made any other attacks.

"Taiyi Nine Refinements!"

Shi Jiexian murmured, his eyes filled with astonishment, "Why are you Qin Kun?"

The bull demon in front of him was too strange, he didn't look like Qin Kun in his memory at all, but what did Qin Kun look like in his memory?Mo Wuji couldn't remember.

The seal of ten deaths was given by that guy. With this mark, Mo Wuji also made a big name in the city of ten deaths, but why did he feel strange to the person who gave the seal back then?

Qin Kun was also staring at the other party, and after a while, he took out a cigarette pot and put it on his mouth: "Mo Wuji, although I feel like I'm talking to a stranger, I believe it's you, but I really don't know the current You, and for some reason, always have the urge to fight with you in your bones. If it really comes time to fight, I don't want it to be now."

Shi Jiexian slowly retreated: "I am the same. As you said, the moment you Taiyi approached me just now, I almost shot. That feeling is very subtle. Whether you are an enemy or a friend, you want to Fight with you."

The most important thing about friends is to communicate and share. Qin Kun expressed his thoughts, and Mo Wuji did not hide them.The two really have the urge to fight at this moment, but reason tells them that it's not time yet.

The smoke pot was filled with coins, and the cigarette butts were shining brightly. The smoke enveloped Qin Kun's figure, erratic like a ghost.Seeing Mo Wuji stepping back, Qin Kun smiled slightly: "It's been so long since the ten death seals were sent out, this is the first time I've seen my own people."