After the change of ownership of the Ten Dead City, great changes have been brought about.

The most obvious thing is that the name of the "Menggui PK Platform" has become the "Death Palace", and Qin Kun also had a prompt that appeared after he just got a "Styx Flag".

The bronze gate is towering, and it is majestic and solemn here. Qin Kun held the Styx flag and stood at the door with his eyes blinking, saying curiously: "I gave the flag, why haven't I let you in?"

I came to Ten Dead City for two days, and I just adjusted my state today. I came to find someone to discuss it, but I was stopped at the door, which was a little puzzled.

"This friend, Mu Shen is playing the piano and mistakenly listened to the hidden sounds, which is not good for you."

There were a bunch of people standing at the door, talking with a bark man. He only dared to stand outside the threshold and did not dare to move forward. Qin Kun didn't understand what he meant, so he stretched his neck and looked in: "Aren't there dozens of people inside?"

Since you can’t fight today, what’s wrong with going in and listening to the piano? You can’t be a vassal while you’re alive?

The bark said, "Those are all the hosts of the Yellow Springs level. The Mu Shen's piano is for them. You hold the 44th flag of the Styx List and are not qualified to listen to the piano with them. However, it's not impossible for you to go in. No one cares if you die."

The bark man made a gesture, but Qin Kun was a little hesitant.

Damn it...

Just listening to the music, what's so scary?

The unknown means fear. People often feel fear of strange things, but the warning of the tree bark is obviously mocking. Qin Kun said face to harm others, snorted coldly, and raised his foot into the door.

It was just a threshold distance. After Qin Kun entered, he immediately found that the sound here sounded completely different from that outside.

It’s not an auditory difference, but an indescribable feeling in the auditory sense, as if countless information flows through the ears, and a world is to be built!

Qin Kun's consciousness paused for a moment, and was sweating coldly. He quickly shook his head. His back was already wet. In the moment, his consciousness turned blank! Look at the old man in the palace, with a guqin on his knees and plucking the strings.

My day!

Qin Kun looked closely and saw that the piano was not the strings at all, but...the crystal clear causal thread!!!

Outside the city, Qin Kun looked up at the sky and saw the interweaving lines of cause and effect all over the sky, and above the sky, but at this moment, someone actually used the cause and effect lines as a string!

The old man's face was very familiar, it was the old referee when he came to the Death Palace last time.

The old referee smiled at Qin Kun: "The sound of the strings in troubled times will be given to you to enjoy together."

Contend

The strings of the piano were plucked, and the entire palace began to collapse and decompose in front of Qin Kun. The host who closed his eyes and listened to the piano turned into pieces of ashes. He also felt like he was being torn. As the surroundings collapsed, it turned into a white light at the last moment when his consciousness disappeared.

...

‘Ding! The host is trapped in an unknown mirage’

‘The system enables assimilation function’

‘Assimilation is successful! The host enters the original mirage world’

‘Survival Mission: The French Republic is on’

‘Task Purpose: Finding the Sealed Holy Spirit’

‘Perfect reward: Styx’

‘Punishment of failure: None’

‘Task time: Not sure’

Countless voices rang through Qin Kun's mind, as if a warning in the void, and the sounds continued to overlap, causing tinnitus. The white light dissipated, Qin Kun panted and found himself sitting on a long seat.

The sound in my mind slowly calmed down. On the wall ahead, there was a man nailed to the huge cross, symbolizing the atonement for the world. Only the shroud was left covering the lower body. In front of the cross, the candlelight was faint, and biscuits and holy water were placed, which seemed to be tributes.

church?!

Qin Kun's brain is in a state of downtime.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?

After a while, the memory slowly emerged. I seemed to be going to the Death Palace. As soon as I heard the sound of the piano, I came to this ghost place.

"I won't...become someone else's cause and effect line, right?"

Memories surged, and Qin Kun remembered that when he saw the old man's strings just now, it was clearly made of the causal thread that others broke!

It's so damn bizarre! This mission is very similar to the survival mission and the survival trial, but it is differentiated. Is this the new mission of Ten Dead City?

Qin Kun's mouth was dry and took a few sips with the Holy Grail. It was obviously the smell of tap water. He pinched the biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth. He was usually frightened in unfamiliar occasions. The only way to quickly stabilize his mood is to eat something quickly.

The biscuits tasted average and the holy water was not delicious. Qin Kun took Jesus' tribute and ate three incense sticks before he walked out of the church.

It was very big outside, the corridor was empty, and the night was dark. It was obviously at night, and Qin Kun found many words on the wall, but he didn't recognize them.

French!

Damn... Qin Kun really wants to know whose causal line was shot by that old man, and how did he come to France? Is there a lot of European hosts in the Ten Dead City besides the Golden King?

The melancholy mood was difficult to resolve, and the church door was closed, so I couldn't go out, so I could only go up high and enjoy the wind to make a wish.

The cold wind was bleak, and there was a clock next to it. Qin Kun stood in the bell tower, and his back was even more bleak.

The prosperity of the city is obvious. But looking around, there are few tall buildings. Qin Kun is not familiar with France and does not know where it is.

Someone stepped up the stairs, and the friction of the wooden boards was particularly obvious. Qin Kun turned around and an ugly hunchback appeared in his sight.

The scent of the breath was hidden. When the phantom saw Qin Kun, he was also startled, and he was talking in his mouth, looking very excited.

"Old tea, come out!"

The tea fairy ghost was called out by Qin Kun, and Qin Kun pointed to the ugly hunchbacked ghost: "Let him make tea."

"Okay master!"

This is an evil ghost. Although he looks excited, he seems to be not aggressive. The tea fairy ghost takes out the tea set and says to him: "Make tea!"

The evil ghost couldn't understand it, and the tea fairy ghost was familiar with it and beat him up. The evil ghost was beaten to a bruised nose and swollen face, and finally knew what the other party asked him to do.

A cup of non-speaking tea was brewed, and Qin Kun drank it with a confused expression.

"Old tea... this cup of non-verbal tea... is useless!"

Qin Kun still couldn't speak French and looked at the Tea Fairy Ghost in confusion.

"It shouldn't be..." The tea fairy ghost drank a cup and suddenly said embarrassedly, "Master, this is a mute, he was just shouting."

Qin Kun was so angry that he said, "Is it useful to give him Buyu tea?"

The Tea Fairy Ghost was stunned: "I haven't tried this yet."

"Come!"

Qin Kun personally brewed a cup of tea, and the tea fairy ghost squeezed the hunchbacked ugly ghost's mouth and poured it on him. After a while, the Mandarin with a straightforward word came out of his mouth.

"What are you giving me drinks? Let me go!!!"

"It's not a poison anyway. Stop struggling and ask you a few things." Qin Kun said impatiently.

The hunchbacked ugly ghost was stunned: "Can you... hear me? No! How can I speak?"

The hunchbacked ugly ghost was extremely shocked, crying and laughing, and was crazy. The tea fairy ghost said contemptuously: "You are a ghost, this is a ghost communication. Ghost words are not necessarily language. You can see that it is like fluctuations in yin energy."

The hunchbacked ugly ghost didn't understand, and the tea fairy ghost was too lazy to explain. Qin Kun pinched his chin and said, "Don't pretend to be crazy for me, what's your name?"

"Ka…Qasimodo."

“Where is this?”

"Bar...Paris..."

The capital of France, Qin Kun nodded.

"No, Paris is so poor?" Qin Kun reacted and looked around. There were too few high-rise buildings around him, and he felt that it was not as good as the one in Linjiang High-tech Zone.

“What year is this year?”

"1983...you...you aren't an exorcist, are you?"

1983!!!

Isn’t it also 1983 when I left 30 years ago? Is the time node here?

The hunchbacked ugly ghost looked at Qin Kun pitifully. Seeing him in a daze, he had not recovered for a long time. He begged for mercy with guilt and said, "Mr. Exorcist, I am allowed to wander in the church, please don't hurt me..."

Qin Kun came to his senses, took out a pack of cigarette from the elastic space, and took a sip of melancholy.

"Okay, don't bother me. Since you are a ghost, do you know where the Holy Spirit is nearby?"
Chapter completed!