People have the concept of region, and there are ghosts, but as long as the soul is strong enough, the four seas can be home. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In a wandering state, I rode into the desert day by day, and inquired about the situation of this desert from the spirits here.

This desert is the junction of the three countries, but also the forbidden area of life, but there is still a group of tenacious guys active, there are several oases in the desert, which is the guarantee and source of life, before this group of bandits also robbed passers-by in the desert, and then there were no passers-by, so they went to the desert to rob, and then hid back in the oasis.

According to the old man in the ghost, this group of bandits entrenched in the desert is a motley militant group in Central Asia, and they are all wanted by various countries.

I took the old man on his back, and then raised my wrist to look at my watch, and it was ten o'clock, and there was still enough time, so I drove the old man towards the desert, and under the guidance of the old man, came to an oasis.

The bushes inside the oasis are thick, but it's pitch black inside.

My experience can conclude that these bandits are not here, so I continue to search for the Oasis.

In some oasis deep in the desert, I saw a rock-hewn castle with no one guarding the door, but torches lit, and a Dodge military truck and a Humvee jeep parked outside the door.

I left the old man and the old man outside the castle and floated towards the castle by myself.

From the outside, the castle was rudimentary and defenseless, but when my soul drifted into the castle, I found that the walls of the castle were hidden with countless machine gun muzzles, as well as mountain guns, anti-aircraft guns, and almost a fortress.

I saw a row of bazookas on the ground, a group of bandits with a dozen hyenas and vultures, and the defense was actually very tight, and it had good air defense, and it was difficult to attack from the outside unless it was leveled.

There were countless bandits in the castle, but instead of being on duty, they slept everywhere with empty bottles in their hands.

The bandits also wore a variety of costumes, including traditional Arabic costumes, Indian costumes and camouflage costumes, but they all had pistols and knives in their waists.

At the very edge of the castle, I saw a rudimentary temple, made of a few adobe blocks, with only a clay statue of the Buddha in it.

The Buddha statue was broken, but there was a golden light in the night, and I wanted to get closer, but I couldn't get closer, and a golden light immediately enveloped me.

Could it be that there is something here that can trap my soul?

The ghost talisman hanging from my chest immediately emitted a black light to confront this golden light, but it was obvious that the ghost talisman was no match for the Buddha statue.

The black light emitted by the ghost talisman quickly dissipated, and a golden Buddha palm slapped towards me.

At this fateful moment, the conch in my pocket quickly emitted a strong pumping force, sucking me into the conch shell.

Xiao Luo in the snail shell quickly controlled the conch to escape into a crack in the ground, dodging the fatal blow. Buddhas and ghosts are incompatible.

But I couldn't see the situation outside, so Xiao Luo said to me: "It's very dangerous outside now, you have to get out of here quickly, otherwise don't think about leaving again!" ”

I hurriedly answered and asked him, "What the hell is this?" How can there be a Buddha palm? ”

Xiao Luo replied: "Don't forget, this once belonged to the territory of the Buddha, and it still retains Buddhist holy relics. ”

"Then stop talking nonsense, get me out of here!" I'm saying that, but I'd actually like to know more about this from Xiao Luo's mouth. However, he didn't know about this place, and I was a little discouraged, so he said to me, "We're still on the run, but luckily there is a crack in the ground here because of the drought, and I fled through the crack." ”

However, the rift was limited and did not keep us out of the castle.

I emerged from the conch shell, looked around, and when I saw no danger, I drifted towards the walls of the castle. In front of a date palm tree, a man dressed in Arabic costume stopped me.

I hurriedly drifted in other directions, but the other party blocked me from all four directions as if I could separate them.

"You look at the eyes, is it the new lonely ghost?" Although it is dressed as an Arab, it speaks stiff Chinese.

I immediately responded, "Who are you sacred?" Why are you stopping me in my way? ”

The other party smiled contemptuously, and with a twist of his wrist, he grabbed an oil lamp glowing with golden light from inside his sleeve robe, and he twisted his fingers again, and the oil lamp ignited, emitting a bright light.

When I saw the light, it felt like I was being baked in the oven.

"Tell me quickly, if you're new here, report your name!" The other side yelled at me.

I hurriedly said, "I'm new here, please hurry up and put out the oil lamp!" ”

The other party did not extinguish the oil lamp, but looked at me carefully, I secretly held the desert eagle, secretly aimed at the oil lamp, and suddenly fired a shot.

Immediately the oil lamp burst into flames, which in turn quickly ignited the Arab's robe.

I took advantage of its panicked fire to flee outside the castle.

Some readers may ask me why I didn't shoot this Arab?

Because I am not completely sure that I can kill this Arab in one shot, and I am not sure if the ghost grenade in this Desert Eagle pistol will be effective against this Arab?

Still, ghost bullets were supposed to be effective against oil lamps, and I fled to the castle, where I saw the spirit of an Englishman dressed in red and white trousers wearing a red high hat, armed with a slender Damascus scimitar, and carrying a straight rifle on his back.

What kind of ghost is this guy?

But I didn't have time anymore, so I raised my gun and shot at it. A ghost bullet flew the red Soldier cap off its head.

The other party's sharp scimitar also slashed at me, and the other party was able to see me.

I hurriedly dodged sideways, and at the same time my left hand quickly reached out, grabbed the opponent's right wrist, and quickly stabbed out with my right hand, straight to the opponent's throat.

"It's finally time to fight, I'm excited!" The British soldier looked at me proudly, and the scimitar slashed at my shoulder.

I pulled out my military dagger to block, sparks flew and my hands went numb.

The opponent's scimitar slashed at the dagger, revealing a gap, and a crack, could it be that this military dagger is also vulnerable?

I swapped the dagger into my left hand, pulled out the Desert Eagle with my right hand, and pulled the trigger again on this guy.

The Englishman was not invulnerable to the cold and heat, I hit him in the chest with a bullet, he stepped back, and I continued to shoot, and the other party showed a look of surprise and questioning.

I fired in quick succession, giving the Englishman all the remaining bullets from the magazine, and with a backward leaning body, he fell outside the castle.

The old man on his back was also startled, but the latter's face changed greatly, and the former leaned over and pounced on the remnant soul, opened his mouth and began to devour the soul that had not yet dissipated.

I jumped down from the top of the city, quickly floated to the back of the day, and then stretched out my arm and pulled the old man from the ground to the back of the day, and returned to the top of the snowy peak.

There was a deafening sound of cymbals in the castle behind, and it was loud and long. A group of lamas dressed in red robes rushed to hear the noise, but they all came empty-handed.

When I jumped over the chase, the ghosts in the castle could no longer snatch out of the castle and catch up with me. They had to watch me go.