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

Everyone didn't kill him before, they were already taking care of Hazlitt's emotions.

At this time, everyone has discovered their own changes. This kind of change is the same as the power of law, and it cannot be avoided at all.

"Guys, don't procrastinate, let's do it hard!"

As Van Helsing said, he was the first to grow his fangs, and the originally sunny western guy turned into a werewolf!

Sisyfri also used the ruling punches one after another.

"It really is a trick of the Demon Hunter King! They didn't lie to us."

"But why does this old thing look so much like Sisyfry, the kid? Didn't he get mixed up with the Black Soul Cult?"

A triangular barrier appeared in front of an old man, and an eye of wisdom saw through Sisyfry's heavy punches one after another, dodging ahead of time, and still had time to whisper to his companion.

"The evil spirit on them is so heavy, I still think it's a scam!"

"Even if it's not a scam, why should we suffer disaster this time!"

The other old man was very angry, this feeling of helplessness, even if what the other person said was true, he didn't want to die like this.

"This is the scary thing about Carter... The extreme of chaotic human nature! This is beyond the extreme of chaotic human nature! Even if human nature is not chaotic, we must do this. If they don't kill us, this situation will not be broken. They will eventually become puppets controlled by evil spirits; if we don’t kill them, the situation will not be broken, and they will still become puppets controlled by evil spirits.”

The eyes of an old man with white hair and white eyebrows seemed to see through all the truth, leaving him helpless, "So they have to take action, and we must do the same."

The most terrifying situation is not how strong the enemy is, but being coerced!

In the cruel general situation, the quagmire from which one cannot break free is called...'Involuntary'!

boom--

Sisyfry's heavy punch finally hit an old man on the cheek.

Then Van Helsing's claws cut the chest of another old man.

Menoitius and Lancelot were also under attack and knocked down the third person.

The three fell to the ground one after another.

They can be dedicated.

Whether for God or for wisdom.

But who would be willing to be coerced to death like this!

Then the most helpless prayer appeared: "I, Black, the wise man of Sion Mountain Manor, don't want to die for you, can I?"

The answer was a cruel refusal after all: "No."

Sisyfry broke the necks of the three of them successively.

Hazlitt wailed.

Van Helsing returned to human form, expressionless.

Marisa lowered her head.

Menoitius and Lancelot looked aside.

The barrier was lifted, and only Qin Kun looked at Sisy Free with admiration.

If the old knight hadn't stood up, these little guys would have been haunted by guilt for a lifetime.

Around, the Xion Mountain Manor was shattered inch by inch, a white light flashed, and everyone had already gone to another place.

Chapter 1317 This is a Fairy Tale

The sculptures from the Collection Hall are gone, and so is the Collection Hall.

The surrounding scenery changes, it seems to be an instant thing.

"Dad! The story has turned!"

A child screamed. In the book of immovable stories in his hand, the original text faded away and turned into a blank sheet of paper, and now he turned to the next page.

The text on this page is still incomprehensible, but the surroundings are intertwined into a strange scene.

The sky is full of stars.

The earth, the buildings are scattered.

By the river, the lights are bright.

The hot and humid wind blows from the upstream, covering the night scene here with a dazzling coat, and some people in the crowd are surprised.

"The Nile? Cairo?!"

Apparently, some people have been to Cairo.

The crowd chattered.

"There is a problem, there is a problem with this weird book!"

"Is this a fairy tale? This is a myth!"

"No...we can't come to Cairo in an instant, I want to call to verify!"

More than 200 people rioted, but to no avail.

Someone tried to make a phone call when they were at Xingshan Manor, but there was no signal on the phone, and the time on the phone would not change.

Everyone finally lost their sense of novelty and became serious.

The only thing that hasn't changed is probably the kids.

"uncle……"

Behind Qin Kun, a little boy with brown hair grabbed his shirt.

"uh-huh?"

Qin Kun touched the little boy's head. Although the 5- and 6-year-old boy is a bear, his shy smile always makes people like him from the bottom of his heart.

"Is this really a fairy tale world?"

With bright eyes, he looked at Qin Kun expectantly.

Qin Kun didn't understand what the little boy wanted to ask. Maybe he didn't express it clearly, or he didn't understand it thoroughly. How could this be a fairy tale world?

However, Qin Kun still considered it for a while, and replied: "Well...Of course. Otherwise, how could you go to the manor from Copenhagen in an instant, and come here from the manor in an instant."

The little boy ran away happily, and said to his new friend, "Great! That uncle Dongfang said this is really a fairy tale world!"

Children are always carefree, not as melancholy as adults, and they don't understand the dangers of the world. In short, they can have a wonderful trip, which is enough for their childhood.

"Really?! Oh my god... I want to enter the fairy tale world in my dreams!"

The friends gathered together and began to cheer.

A frowning adult next to him whispered: "Cute little ones, I think you are too happy, this place is full of weird mysteries."

Adults are obviously more mature than children. Doubt is the basic sign of fading innocence.

Those people looked around suspiciously.

I don't believe this is a good place, and I am full of anxiety about the unknown, and the phone that can give them a sense of security can't get through.This is very bad.

Some people began to surround Hazlitt, Van Helsing and the others, asking them to give a reasonable explanation.

Hazlitt is the leader of the Sion Mountain Manor, and he has prestige in the hearts of the adults, but he is still unable to extricate himself from grief, squatting on the ground without saying a word, while Van Helsing looks at everyone gently, not wanting to say a word .

Lisa said: "Everyone, I swear in the name of God that you will not be harmed."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a boom in the distant sky.

A dozen black cloud vortices appeared in the sky, and some black shadows fell like dumplings.

Right above it, there is one!

The black shadow directly above fell suddenly, disappeared in mid-air, and reappeared, and it was already beside everyone.

The man was carrying a black iron lantern and was covered in a black robe.

"Damn it... where is it this time?"

The black-robed man turned his head and found that many weak guys gathered around him. Green flames emerged from his facial features. Everyone found that it was a skull!

"grim Reaper?!"

A few timid parents rolled their eyes and passed out.

Other parents ran away holding their children as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

grim Reaper?

Van Helsing stood in front of the other parents and looked at the monster: "Who are you?"

The monster grinned, opened its mouth suddenly, and sprayed bright green flames towards Fan Helsing, but there was a big hand on his head, pinning the top of his head.

The flame got stuck in the middle of the spray, and the monster seemed to be choked. He turned his head angrily, and what greeted him was an iron fist the size of a sandbag.

boom--

The fist was so ruthless that the monster only felt that he had been hit by a hammer, his cheeks were shattered, and the skull was split open. It turned out to be a mask.

"who are you?"

The monster ignored Van Helsing, but questioned his assailant harshly.

"Genshan Prison, Kunlun Demon."

That punch just now was done by Qin Kun, not for anything else, he knows this person.

'Soul Shepherd' Curius.

So Qin Kun used the language of the ten dead cities when answering.

"Genshan Prison?"

Gulius wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the bright green flame in the iron lamp wrapped around his upper body along his arms, but Qin Kun said, "I'll give you a count of ten to leave, or I'll be really rude."

With the burst of energy, Qin Kun raised his foot, and the iron lamp was kicked into scrap metal in an instant, without any hesitation.

Gulius screamed, as if he had a strange connection with the iron lamp, another mouthful of blood spewed out, his body turned into bright green flames and flew away, leaving only the empty black robe left on the spot.

In an instant, Curius was defeated and fled.

Fan Helsing was taken aback: What a terrifying explosive force!

When he was still accumulating strength, Qin Kun simply and neatly eliminated the opponent. What kind of strength is this?

He could still understand Qin Kun's strength in the South China Sea, but how much time has passed now, why he can't see Qin Kun through.

"Come back, run around like headless chickens, it's better to stay here safely."

Qin Kun's voice was more contagious than Mo Lisa's. After a while, yang energy rippled out, and the crowd who had been flustered just now stopped and looked around.

"It's... Uncle Dongfang!"

"It's amazing, I just saw him beating that god of death!"

"That's cool! Better than my dad!"

The adults were still watching, but the children couldn't help being excited and surrounded them.Looking at Qin Kun is like looking at a hero.

The weaker people are, the more they like to stay in a safe place. Among these people, children belong to the weakest group, so they naturally want to stay by Qin Kun's side.

After the children gathered around, the parents had no choice but to follow.

"Uncle, you are amazing, are you a superhero?"

The children looked at Qin Kun expectantly. Qin Kun put on a very cool pose and smiled: "Yes, I am a superhero...You can call me...Satan Hunter!"

Qin Kun snatched the limelight all of a sudden, what the hell is this shameless thing making up a funny self-proclaimed Satan Hunter!This is a profession that Carter invented!

Sisyfry, the wandering knight, frowned, and suddenly chuckled, watching the fleeing crowd slowly return, it was a good thing.

"Satan Hunter? This collection of stories is "The Lost Satan Hunter", could it be..."

Some adults who were frightened by the reality began to ponder Qin Kun's identity.

Qin Kun pushed the boat smoothly: "That's right, it's about us."

No matter how unreliable this answer sounded, the adults didn't believe Qin Kun's words at all. Even the adult who asked the question innocently was annoyed why he asked such a stupid question.

But children are different.