Those who dragged their feet were gone.

Qin Kun was in the end, and the purpose was to pick up the three guys who were skinners.

A gust of wind blew, and it seemed that an important moment had arrived, and in the entire ghost town, all ghosts cried together.

A eulogy that reverberates in the sky.

"Wu Dejia Shen Dong, my king was buried in the Yin Court of the Six Dragons Road, and Dian Yiwen said: Woohoo! Wang Shaogu, and Wu Wang Fuwei intersected and cut his neck, knew in the micro time, and long, was forced to fall into the grass to survive, when he was born, Jianghuai was reckless and only the horse was the first to look forward, and died in the same year. My King ......"

The eulogy was written, Qin Kun listened to a lot of whining and mourning, and he didn't understand it, and the louder the eulogy, the louder the cry.

Then, in the direction of the city gate, a large number of ghost soldiers poured into the streets.

"The ghost city of the god gives a pair of Buddha utensils, and sacrifices to the king to lay ......"

"The ghost town of the cold coffin gave a stone coffin to the king to lay a ......"

"Huaize City gave a statue of the king, and sacrificed to the king to lay a ......"

……

"Blind Tooth Mountain donated a pair of blood sheep bones to the king to lay ......"

"The Black Tooth Forest sacrifices a mandrill and sacrifices to the king to lay a ......"

"The general of the mountain guard sacrificed a spirit python and sacrificed to the king to lay ......"

"Wen Sima sacrifices a pair of blood cloud maps, and sacrifices to the king to lay ......"

……

On the day of the sacrifice of the ghost king of the lonely mountain, countless tributes were carried to the street to show the public, which is also a way of the strength of the ghost king Xuanhe, which is intended to tell the ghost people that we are very strong, and we are not afraid of the capital, under my wings, we can live a good life in the underworld!

Qin Kun stood by the wall, and many ghost soldiers carried things on the street, walking towards the palace, the momentum was huge, and the dazzling array of ghost games and ghost weapons were lined up in a long line, swaying like a marquee, Qin Kun was dizzying.

There are so many things, my eyes are spent, and the three ghosts are still waiting in the palace to grab the goods, I really don't know what surprises I will bring to myself in a while.

"Tut-tut...... Qin Kun, your ghost will pick a day......" Wang Qian smacked his tongue, I have to say that Qin Kun's ghost is too accurate.

The place where the tribute is given, there are some things that I have never heard of, this ghost king seems to be famous in the underworld, but why is it so low-key? Could it be that he never dealt with Yang people?

Qin Kun pouted and said, "I'm ready to rob, can I still call them back?" Doesn't it seem like I'm cowardly? ”

Wang Qian and Chu Qianxun thought about it, and they were right, the duty of a ghost hunter is to catch ghosts, and they can't weaken their aura because the other party is powerful.

Robbing the tribute of the ghost king, I feel exciting to listen to it.

White paper money kept falling in the sky.

In the midst of the snow-like paper money, a high-crowned scribe walked in his hand.

The paper money rattled, and the scribe sneered: "A few masters, meet again." ”

When Qin Kun left, he found that he was chasing after him, and when he appeared at this moment, Qin Kun didn't know what the other party meant.

Wang Qian dug his nostrils: "Reading dead books, what are you doing here, you want to trouble the fat master?" ”

"Hahahaha, the people in the Daomen, I hated it in my life, but unfortunately today's king sacrifices the day, and I don't have the leisure time to compete with you Daomen juniors. When the king heard that some of the lamas had come to the city, he asked me to invite you to enjoy the light, drink a glass of wine, and ask them to give me some thin noodles. The words of the high-crowned scribe were polite, but the tone was not very good.

Drink, please?

Wang Qian didn't give a good face: "No need, you are full of wine and food, and you will not be bad." If you want to fight, the fat man can play with you and drink...... The green ants in the underworld are rotten wine, and the fat man can't look down on them! ”

The high-crowned scribe was not surprised, his pale face, his pupils shrunk like pinpoints, and he glared at the three people: "Since the three masters don't drink and don't leave, what are you doing here?" ”

Wang Qian was stunned.

He and Chu Qianxun must have accompanied Qin Kun, Qin Kun's three ghosts went to the palace to grab things, Qin Kun didn't leave for a while, so he naturally wanted to stay and answer.

It's a bit weird to put this thing in the eyes of the other party.

Wang Qian couldn't answer, but Qin Kun said, "Curiosity turns, can't you." ”

The high-crowned scribe wanted to sneer back, but suddenly his ears moved, and he took back the words that came to his mouth, and said, "Since the master has arrived in the city, my king must do some of the friendship of the landlord." ”

The high-crowned scribe has invited himself twice, and once again, it seems that he is a little ignorant, Qin Kun doesn't care about the other party, but he is also worried about angering the other party, this ghost king Bacheng picks a few juniors to support him, and by the way, he plays prestige.

After roughly understanding the psychology of the other party, Qin Kun said: "Then, let's go." ”

……

The high-crowned scribe led the way, and Qin Kun and his party didn't go to eat for the sky, which was very strange.

The high-crowned scribe explained that the king feasted for the heavens, and the people invited were all henchmen. In fact, the palace also set up a banquet, and the banquet was purely for the ghost people to see, and some people who had weight in the ghost town would naturally be invited to fill the scene and see the strength of the palace.

The high-crowned scribes all said so, and Qin Kun knew that he must be one of those people who were invited to fill the scene.

Most of the guilt of his subordinates for robbing the palace disappeared in an instant.

The road to the palace is vaguely familiar.

Because he entered through the gate, he didn't see the inside clearly for the time being, and after entering, Qin Kun and the others found that this was not the mansion mansion when he came?

Ghost Jia high-rollers are constantly coming and going, and the mansion is also operated by a special person.

Somewhat unexpectedly, a majestic male ghost, surrounded by all the ghosts, walked out of the inner courtyard to greet him.

"The Taiyin giant candle nails six dragons, and the blood spine and the yin ditch have divine peaks. Hahahaha, the Lone King has seen three masters! ”

Lonely King!

In the entire city, I'm afraid there is only one person who is qualified to call himself that.

The male ghost was 50 or 60 years old, his face was blue, his beard was white, his head was held in his arms, and he arched his hand towards Qin Kun after installing it.

This self-proclaimed Lonely King is the Lonely Mountain Ghost King!

The incision of the ghost city in the lonely mountain, Qin Kun and Wang Qian had never heard of it, and there was no need for the ghost hunter to be polite to the ghost, and the ghost in the wedding dress spoke for the three of them: "The coffin is fixed in the river to press ten thousand souls, and Emperor Yu personally gave the broken flood needle." The ghost king of the lonely mountain, I have never heard of the name, I am lonely and unheard, forgive me. ”

The ghost in the wedding dress reported the incision, and the male ghost was stunned, squinted and said, "Dingjiang Ghost King Baibi people? When Lone never condensed the Yin Dragon, he heard your fellow Daoist mention you. ”

The ghost in the wedding dress smiled: "Ghost King? It's not anymore, my Yin Dragon was beheaded by someone, it's just an ordinary Yin person, let me introduce, this is my master, Master Qin. These two are Master Wang and Master Chu. ”

The words of the wedding ghost are not light.

The only point is to tell the other party that even if it is a ghost king, the Yin Dragon may be cut down by someone and fall to the realm.

The Lonely Mountain Ghost King hesitated, revealing an unnatural smile.

The three young Daomen disciples he didn't take it seriously at all, in front of so many ghost Jia Haoke, he broke the identity of the three masters, naturally he wanted to raise his prestige, but he was secretly caught off guard by this female ghost.

The Lonely Mountain Ghost King kept smiling and said to the three of them: "I've seen Master Qin, the Lonely King is as promised, and he is stable in the underworld, but he hasn't done anything hurtful to the heavens and reason, the Master won't think about cutting off my Yin Dragon to set an example, right?" ”

The Lonely Mountain Ghost King now found that he couldn't see Qin Kun's strength clearly.

The former Dingjiang Ghost King turned out to be a member of the other party's command, which master of the Daomen was this disciple?

I'm a little lonely.

Qin Kun arched his hand towards the Ghost King: "According to the rules, the king is on a stable side, and if he does not mess with the sun, he is a friend of the Tao of Life and Death, and for friends, the Dao of Life and Death will never do anything that violates morality." Give a piece of jade and sacrifice to the king. ”

"Master Qin of the Dao of Life and Death gave a piece of jade and sacrificed to the king to lay a ......"

The chanting ghost stretched out his voice and immediately spoke.

The Lonely Mountain Ghost King was a little surprised, he originally thought that he was three Daomen descendants who had never seen the world, but now he found that the other party's momentum was completely true, and he originally wanted to use the other party's strength to Xuan He, but now although the situation is still under control, it seems to be off track, and he vaguely feels that the other party's prestige is skyrocketing.

After Qin Kun finished giving the gift, he walked in by himself, and said loudly to the surroundings: "Qin Kun, the way of life and death, I have seen you." On the occasion of the King's Sacrifice Day, we strayed into this place and came to see us. ”

The voice was loud, the tiger roar was deafening, and the clothes on Qin Kun's body had already turned into a flowing cloud shirt when he came, and he swung back and sat in the second seat.

On the leg, a ghost in a wedding dress snuggled, and next to it, a bull demon appeared, wrapped in iron chains, holding a magic pestle, and the waist card on his waist was engraved with the word 'Xudu'.