It's 10:30 pm.

In the calm and peaceful demon city, three figures came from the street.

On the way, a woman looked sideways and whispered to her best friend: "Those three people are so strange..."

When my best friend noticed that the woman was staring at the empty road, she couldn't help but shivered, and then said carefully: "Scar me again, don't make such jokes at night!"

The woman pondered for a moment, and when she looked at the three people again, she was gone.

At the corner of the street, three figures walked on the road without looking sideways.

"Xinglin Jun, a girl saw us just now."

"Normal, since Ma Shubo opened the preface and opened the Ghost Gate, the yin and yang in China were unbalanced, and it was not surprising that several descendants of Yin and Yang eyes appeared in later generations."

The three of them walked across an intersection, and there was a health care product shop in front of them and stopped.

"Xinglin Jun, that purple gold Daoding must be here."

The leader nodded and walked in.

Xinglin Jun is a master of medical practitioners. As soon as he entered the door, he found that the medicine sold in this store was different from ordinary medicines.

The counter was broken, and the bulk Nanyang ginseng inside had not been cleaned yet. Xinglin Jun twisted a piece and put it under his nose and sniffed it: "It's not bad, what's this?"

At this moment, there were five or six people sitting in the shop. The boss, the ghost-headed evil master, waved helplessly: "If you like Nanyang ginseng, take it, go quickly after you finish it. Don't do business today."

Xinglin Jun shrugged, put the Nanyang ginseng into his sleeve, turned his eyes to look at a pondering young man.

The young man had long hair, braids, and two strands of hair on his forehead were hanging down. He was holding a flat thing and pressing it around. Xinglin Jun was curiously coming to his back. There were words and patterns on it. Those words were understood half by him, which was very different from those of the time.

When Qin Kun was typing and asking about Xu Facheng's news, there was another person behind him. Tianyan found that this person was very strange, but he couldn't say that it was strange.

When he was about to continue typing, Qin Kun's body suddenly froze.

I still remember that when I met the Pope and Assistant Ansbai in Egypt, I felt a similar feeling.

He couldn't concentrate and observed this strange person!

It seems that there is a strange power that makes me instinctively ignore the other person!

Qin Kun stood up, stared at the man and said, "Who are you?"

Looking closely, this person is wearing a long robe, dressed in an ancient style, and wears a square crown. Such a person can easily jump out of the crowd. As soon as he stood behind him, would he ignore it?

"The ox-prisoner, Xinglin Jun. I'll come here this time and invite you to get on the boat and talk."

"Mr. Xinling?" Wang Qian next to him didn't hear clearly and asked back.

The man smiled helplessly: "Your hearing is wrong, but I can't compare with Mr. Wei Wuji. This name was given to the person who boarded the boat. As for the original name, I have forgotten it."

Wang Qian's head was as big as a bucket, and he heard the word "ship". Needless to say, this is the person on the Penglai boat.

Immortal?

Or an old ghost?

Qin Kun had a slight eye and could not tell whether this middle-aged man was a ghost, let alone other people. A long time ago, Qin Kun had seen a gastric life, but now this person has breathing, heartbeat, and warmth. No matter what kind of life form it is, he is a living person in his eyes!

"I don't want to get on the boat."

Qin Kun spoke, and the people around him suddenly became nervous.

Qin Kun didn't want to get on the boat, but the Nanyang people wanted to get on the boat, but if Qin Kun didn't go, they couldn't get on the boat.

Xinglin Jun bowed to Qin Kun: "As for your mood, I won't force you. I will set off at this moment tomorrow, and I'll be waiting for the big trip."

Qin Kun whispered: "Are you sure I will go?"

Xinglin Jun smiled and left without saying anything.

After the group of three left, Wang Gan came over and said, "I really won't go?"

Qin Kun shook his head. This matter was too strange. He didn't know how deep the water was. He didn't know anything. He was having a brain problem when he got on the boat rashly.

"Don't go."

"The Qin Division must go."

A jerky sound suddenly came.

Qin Kun looked at the door and saw a Nanyang wizard.

The man is already very old. As soon as the old man appears, the evil master of ghost head kneels on the ground and his forehead is pressed against the old man's instep: "I have seen the master."

The old man came with crutches and bowed to Qin Kun: "I, Tijvarmo."

The sermon is here.

There was no evil outfit, but his body was indeed smelly. It was like taking off the smelly meat that had been exposed to the sun for a few days. The rotten smell made people feel nauseous.

The appearance of the descent is not amazing, but if you look at each other, you will feel a palpitation that will prick the soul.

Wang Ganfa's face was stiff and he whispered: "Qin Heigou... This is the god of surrender... The old man was arrested in an island prison in Nanyang more than 20 years ago. In three days, 17 prison guards and more than 60 prisoners were killed... This is a killing star..."

When Wang Gan was talking, he couldn't help but grab his head, and he always felt like a little devil climbing onto his head.

Qin Kun’s nose wrinkled: “Old senior, please give me advice.”

Tijavarmo smiled and paused with a crutch: "I'm old and no longer fighting. I'm here today just to tell you, I can't go."

"Is this your opinion?"

“This is the opinion of all those who want to get on board.”

"Who are there?"

“Too many…”

Tijavarmo made a gesture of invitation: "The door is there, and you can go away by yourself. If you agree to board the boat, I ask for advice to protect you Chinese people from peace in the South China Sea and not to be affected by witch disasters."

"I just made this rule."

Tijavarmo smiled and said, "I am not dead yet, what they promised is not counting."

Qin Kun left the store.

The cold wind storms around, and the air tonight is particularly fishy and salty

"Qin Heigou, I feel bad. You seem to be trapped!"

Qin Kun ignored Wang Gan's thought and stopped the car and left.

30 minutes later, Qin Kun came downstairs of Xu Facheng Company and was about to cross the road from the overpass, but found Xu Facheng who had been waiting on the overpass for a long time.

"Do you know I'll come?"

Qin Kun asked a question.

Xu Facheng smiled: "Yes."

“Many people are going to board the boat?”

Xu Facheng smiled again: "Yes."

"Why?"

"Curious...or...curious..."

All purposes are hidden in curiosity. No matter what the purpose of the person who wants to board the boat, it is always right to explain it with curiosity.

I'm curious if it's a fairy ship.

I'm curious if there are immortals.

I wonder if I will live forever.

All kinds of curiosity.

When a person has curiosity, he has the desire to explore. What is terrible is that curiosity will not disappear with age. It will only be buried deep in his heart until one day it is hooked out and continues to grow and grow.

Xu Facheng didn't talk much.

Pingfeng Zhenren next to him said, "Qin Kun, there should be many people coming to you tonight."

Qin Kun discovered that Pingfeng Zhenren was so confident that he knew that he was indeed trapped.

"Can they get on board, why do they get on me?"

"The years of this matter are too far apart... Who really knows it?" Pingfeng Zhenren sighed.

11 o'clock.

Under the overpass, a team of men in black came over.

Most suits are worn, and the collar clip is an inverted five-pointed star.

The man in black in the head is more like an agent than a cultist.

"Black Souls Sect, the leader of the Blood Turdog, Zargirod." This was a black man, stretching out his hand towards Qin Kun, "Mr. Anshibai's plane arrived in the early morning. He said, you are his friend."

Qin Kun didn't stretch out his hand and looked at the other person quietly.

Wang Gan smiled: "The Black Soul Sect is here too?"
To be continued...