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With an incomparably huge field of vision, Qin Kun quickly locked on to the direction of the two in the dark night. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing them drive away quickly, Qin Kun rode his bicycle and said to Ying Fengyao: "Get in the car!" ”

Ying Fengyao was stunned...... She looked at the bicycle, which was still the kind that had been repaired, and frowned, "Can you sit on someone?" ”

"Why is there so much nonsense? Don't pull down. ”

Qin Kun kicked the pedal, and Ying Fengyao immediately jumped into the back seat and hugged Qin Kun's waist.

To be honest, Ying Fengyao has never experienced this kind of transportation since she entered the WTO.

The empty bamboo temple is near the coast, and the pilgrims are either rich or expensive, and those who really have the ability on the road of life and death are the kind that are very courteous.

Qin Kun pedaled and chased after him: "What is the purpose of those people coming here?" ”

If you count the fate of that side 30 years ago, this is the second time Qin Kun has seen the black soul knight. These people are equivalent to intermediate disciples in the ghost hunter, and they are the kind of killers who will hurt people for money, Qin Kun has no way to stand idly by.

"I don't know, many foreign religions will have their own doctrines, do good or harm others, and it is impossible to guess the purpose of such an organization."

Ying Fengyao also saw these cults for the first time, so naturally she didn't know what they were looking for in the mainland.

They said they were looking for a lost god.

It's weird, look for the god and ask the ghost what to do? Could it be that the god is a ghost?

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At the same time, on the outskirts of Linjiang City.

Wang Gan, who had been filming for a day, took off his sweaty costume and kept fanning himself.

In front of her is the female director of the crew.

"Xiao Wang, today's play is very good!" The female director is less than 30 years old, capable, and beautiful, she is very keen on Taoist culture, and the filming of "Ghost Hunter" allowed her to discover a very potential actor.

Wang Qian smiled: "Director, then I'll go back first." Come back tomorrow! ”

The director stopped Wang Gan, a twenty-year-old young man, she admired it very much, although her image and temperament were not up to par, she was very involved in the play and very professional.

"Xiao Wang, I've always wanted to ask you, are you a ghost hunter?"

Wang Qian pointed to his nose: "Me? Don't make trouble, where am I like...... "I'm a trick, playing for the protagonist, why can't he see it, he looks like a ghost hunter."

The director reluctantly: "But you know a lot, and the action director said that he never instructed you in fighting moves, who did you learn those moves from?" ”

Belch...... Do you need someone to guide this action?

Isn't acting on the spot?

Wang Qian was a little embarrassed.

He swallowed his saliva and said: "Director, I have a friend who often talks about professionalism, and I think he is right." I'm an actor now, I always have to act and think, and these actions are all my own blind guessing. You see, throwing talismans, changing talismans, and starting spells are all a set of rituals, and if you ask heaven and earth to borrow strength, you can't fool around......"

"Throwing charms, spells?" The director smiled, "Xiao Wang, you know a lot......"

"I ......" Wang Qian looked at the director's smiling expression, and didn't dare to say more, this director doesn't seem to be easy to fool.

The director obviously saw that Wang Ganyan was insincere, but he didn't ask much, sooner or later, she would slowly discover the secrets of Wang Gan.

As soon as the director let him go, Wang Qian hurriedly said goodbye to the crew and went to pick up the car.

His car is usually parked on the outskirts of the crew, with the nanny car. Everyone is cleaning up after filming the night, and there are not many people here.

Wang Qian shouted: "Flying thunder, let's go." ”

Wang Gan started the motorcycle and found that Fei Lei stiff ignored him. Usually at night, this cargo will wait for him near the motorcycle.

"Flying Thunder?"

Wang Qian took off his helmet and looked around in confusion.

Surrounded by a deserted village, the environment for filming the night scene is so difficult, except for the director and a few wrists who can live in the RV, most of the others are sleeping in tents, Wang Qian didn't believe that Fei Lei Stiff would run around, he walked nearby, and suddenly felt that there was a few special breaths in the village.

Ghosts? Or some other ghost hunter?

Wang Qian quickly ran over there.

"Hehe, I didn't expect there to be evil ghosts in the East, hello, I am the Priest of the Black Soul, and I took the liberty of bringing you here, I don't know if I can ask you to join our organization and be loyal to the Lord God we worship."

A Western man wearing an inverted five-pointed star saluted the Flying Thunder Stiff.

Flying Thunder stared at the dead fish's eyes, as if he didn't understand his twists and turns.

He looked at the Western man curiously, rolled his eyes, turned abruptly, and bounced away.

Dark Soul Priest: "......"

He looked at Fei Lei's stiff back, turned his head and asked the black-robed attendant beside him: "Isn't my Chinese standard?" ”

The attendant shook his head and coughed dryly: "Lord Priest is a celestial man, and Chinese is naturally standard, but I think that evil ghost has something wrong here." He pointed to his brain.

The Black Soul Priest scratched his face in some embarrassment, as if it were like this. Has this ghost been buried for a long time? Stupid?

"Ahem, you wait!" The Black Soul Priest didn't give up, and stopped the Flying Thunder Stiff again. In his opinion, the more problematic the brain, the better it is to control.

The Black Soul Priest said, "If you choose allegiance, we will give you the offerings you deserve. ”

The Black Soul Priest thought to himself, no matter how stupid this guy is, the worship will always know, right?

Consecrate?!

Fei Lei's eyes lit up obviously, but the dead fish's eyes turned and replied, "But I have a master." ”

Belch......

The Black Soul Priest looked at him with an expression that didn't look like a lie, and smacked his tongue.

This zombie ghost, full of anger and a thunder-like aura of destruction on its body, is obviously very difficult to control.

He actually has a master?

Can the cult in the East control such a powerful evil ghost?

"Who is your master? Can you tell us about it? ”

Fei Lei's eyes widened, his eyes rolled, and he thought for a long time before he said, "His name is Xiaopang." ”

WhattheFUCK！

Who is Chubby, tell me? Surely this isn't entertaining me?

Although Fei Lei was a little stupid, he also knew that his master's name could not be called directly, and his emotional intelligence was not enough for him to mingle with his master. So he thought about it, it was more appropriate to say the word "little fat", after all, Qin Kun's subordinates were also called like this, like an honorific title.

When the Black Soul Priest saw that Flying Thunder was about to leave, he hurriedly called a black-robed attendant to stop him, but Flying Thunder Zombie seemed impatient and punched the black-robed attendant beside him!

This punch is extremely powerful, wrapped in the power of thunder and lightning, which makes people unavoidable!

Seal the coffin!

The black-robed attendant was hit in the cheek, and suddenly there was an extra coffin in the open space where there was nothing, and the black-robed attendant was gone!

The Black Soul Priest's eyes widened, what kind of magic is this?

How can it be...... An extra coffin came out of thin air???

He was a dignified priest, his attendants, in terms of rank, on an equal footing with the Black Soul Knight, and he was sealed in a coffin by an evil ghost, and he was powerless to fight back?

This...... How could it be!

Fei Lei stiffened a warning glance at the Black Soul Priest, and jumped away, the Black Soul Priest imprinted his face on the coffin with a calm face, and there was a red light in the palm of his hand, which shattered the coffin.

It's just that the attendant inside has become a charred corpse, and it looks like he's been dead for many years......

Another attendant was incredulous: "My lord, what's going on?" ”

It stands to reason that the resistance of the people in their organization to the dark magic is much higher.

But in the blink of an eye, a companion was seconds, it was incredible......

The Black Soul Priest sensed a person coming towards him, and hurriedly waved his hand, shattering the charred corpse into slag.

"Let's go first! His master is probably a big figure in the Eastern cult, and we should not clash with them for the first time. ”

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