The sculptures in the collection hall are gone, and the collection hall is gone.

The changing scenery around it seemed like a moment.

"Dad! The story has turned the page!"

A child screamed, and the original text of the story in his hand faded away and turned into a piece of white paper, and now he turned to the next page.

The text on this page is still not understood, but it is intertwined around it into a strange scene.

The sky is surrounded by stars.

The earth and buildings are staggered.

The riverside is brightly lit.

The humid and hot wind blew from the upstream, covering the night view here with a dazzling coat, and some people were surprised.

"Nile River? Cairo?!"

Obviously, some people have been to Cairo.

The crowd started to talk.

"There is a problem, this strange book has a problem!"

"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 started to riot, but it was useless.

When I was in Xunshan Manor, someone tried to make a phone call, but the phone had no signal and the time on the phone no longer changed.

Everyone finally faded away the novelty and became serious.

The only thing that has not changed may be those children.

"uncle……"

Behind Qin Kun, a little brown-haired boy grabbed his clothes.

"uh-huh?"

Qin Kun touched the little boy's head. Although the 5 or 6-year-old child was bear, his shy smile always made people like him from the bottom of his heart.

"Is this really a fairy tale world?"

With a shiny look, I looked at Qin Kun expectant.

Qin Kun didn't understand what the little boy was trying 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: "It's great! Uncle Dongfang said this is really a fairy tale world!"

Children are always carefree, not as sad as adults, nor do they understand the dangers of the world. In short, having a wonderful trip is enough for their childhood.

"Really?! Oh my God... I dreamed of entering the fairy tale world!"

The friends gathered together and began to cheer.

A frowning adult next to him whispered: "Cute little guys, I think you are too happy too early. There are strange mysteries everywhere."

Adults are obviously more mature than children's minds, and doubt is the basic sign of losing their innocence.

Those people looked around suspiciously.

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

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

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

Morisa spoke: "Everyone, I swear in the name of God that you will not be hurt."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky roared in the distance.

More than a dozen black clouds appeared in the sky, and some dark shadows fell like dumplings.

There is one directly above it!

The black shadow directly above fell down, disappeared in the air, appeared again, and had already arrived at everyone.

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

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

The man in black robe turned his head and found that there were many weak guys gathered around him. Green flames emerged from his facial features. Everyone found that this was a skull!

"grim Reaper?!"

Several timid parents rolled their eyes and fainted.

Other parents were facing a great enemy and ran away with their children in their arms.

grim Reaper?

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

The monster grinned, suddenly opened his mouth, and the green flames spurted out at Van Helsing, but there was a big hand on his head, pressing him down.

The flames squirted halfway and the monster seemed to be choking. He turned his head angrily, and he was greeted by an iron fist as big as a sandbag.

Bang--

The fist was too fierce. The monster felt that he had been hit by a hammer, his cheeks shattered, and his skull cracked. It turned out to be a mask.

"Who are you?"

The monster ignored Van Helsing, but asked the person who attacked him.

"Genshan Prison, Kunlun Demon."

The punch just now was hit by Qin Kun, and he knew this person for nothing else.

‘Soul Shepherd’ Gulius.

So Qin Kun used the language of Ten Dead City when answering.

"Genshan Prison?"

Gu Liusi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the green flames in the iron lamp wrapped around his arms, but Qin Kun said, "I'll leave with you ten numbers, otherwise I'm really not polite."

The explosion was poured into the air, Qin Kun raised his foot, and the iron lamp was instantly kicked into scrap iron, without hesitation at all.

Gulius screamed, as if it had a wonderful connection with the iron lamp. Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and his whole body turned into green flames and flew everywhere, leaving only the empty black robe falling on the spot.

In an instant, Gulius fled.

Van Helsing was stunned: What a terrible explosive power!

While he was still accumulating his strength, Qin Kun simply solved the other party. What kind of strength is this?

He could still understand Qin Kun's strength in the South China Sea. How long has it been since then, why can't he see through Qin Kun?

"Come back, run around like a headless fly, it's better to stay here safer."

Qin Kun's voice was more infectious than Molisa. For a while, ripples of yang energy came out. The crowd that was still panicked just now suddenly stopped and looked around.

"It's...Uncle Dongfang!"

"So amazing. I just saw him beating the god of death!"

"It's so cool! It's even better than my dad!"

The adults were still waiting and watching, but the children had been excited for a long time and surrounded them. The eyes looked at Qin Kun as if they were looking at a hero.

The weaker the person is, the more he likes to stay in a safe place. Among this group of 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 to follow him.

"Uncle, you are so awesome. Are you a superhero?"

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

The limelight was stolen by Qin Kun. This shameless thing made up a funny self-proclaimer like Satan Hunter. What the hell is it! This is a profession made up by Carter!

Wandering knight Sisyfri frowned and suddenly chuckled, watching the fleeing crowd slowly return, which is a good thing.

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

Some adults who were frightened by reality began to think about Qin Kun's identity.

Qin Kun followed the river and said, "That's right, it's just about writing about us."

The answer is unreliable. The adults don’t believe Qin Kun’s words at all. Even the adults who asked innocently were both upset about why they asked such a stupid question.

But the children are different.

Superhero! Satan Hunter!

Oh my God! So cool!

Children with too few vocabulary have a bit monotonous positive expression of flattery, but they do not hide their fanatical admiration in their hearts.
To be continued...