People have the concept of region, and ghosts also have it, but as long as the soul is strong enough, the world can be home.

In my wandering soul state, I rode into the desert by sun, and inquired about the situation of the desert from the soul here.

This desert is the border of the Three Kingdoms and the forbidden zone of life, but there are still a group of tenacious guys active. There are several oasis in the desert, which is the guarantee and source of life survival. Previously, this group of bandits robbed passers-by passing by. Later, there were no passers-by, so they went outside the desert to rob and hide back into the oasis.

According to the old man in the ghost, the group of bandits entrenched in the desert are a miscellaneous militants in Central Asia. They are all wanted criminals by various countries and have no choice but to hide in this desert without any hesitation.

I grabbed the old man on Zhuri's back, then raised my wrist and looked at the watch. It was a 100% pm and time was enough, so I drove Zhuri to run towards the desert. Under the guidance of the old man, I came outside an oasis.

The bushes in the oasis are dense, but they are pitch black inside.

My experience can determine that this group of bandits are not here, so I continue to search for the Oasis of Bidder.

In an oasis deep in the desert, I saw a castle made of rocks. There was no one guarding the entrance of the castle, but there was a torch light, and a Dodge military truck and a Hummer jeep parked outside the door.

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

From the outside, the castle was simple and unprepared. But when my soul drifted into the castle, I found that there were countless machine guns hidden on the walls of the castle, as well as mountain cannons, flat-fire cannons, and anti-aircraft cannons. This was almost a fortress.

I saw a row of rocket launchers listed on the ground. This group of bandits kept more than a dozen hyenas and vultures. The defense here was actually very tight and had good air defense performance. Unless it was razed to the ground, it would be difficult to attack from outside.

There were countless bandits in the castle, but they were not on the night, but were sleeping everywhere, holding empty wine bottles in their hands.

The costumes of these bandits are also diverse, including not only traditional Arabic clothing, but also traditional Indian clothing and camouflage clothing, but these people have pistols and knives at their waists.

On the edge of the castle, I saw a simple temple, so simple that it was built into several adobe bricks, with only a clay statue of Tathagata Buddha.

The Buddha statue was in ruins, but there was a golden light at night. I wanted to get close, but I couldn't get close to me. A golden light immediately enveloped me.

Is there something here that can trap my soul?

The ghost talisman hanging on my chest immediately emitted a black light to fight against the golden light, but it was obvious that the ghost talisman was not the enemy of the Buddha statue of Tathagata.

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

At this opportunity of survival and death, the conch in my pocket quickly emitted a strong pulling force, sucking me into the conch shell.

Xiao Luo in the snail shell quickly controlled the conch and fled into a crack on the ground, avoiding this fatal blow. Buddha and ghost messengers are incompatible.

But I couldn't see the situation outside, so Ronaldo said to me: "It's very dangerous outside now. You have to leave here quickly, otherwise you don't want to leave anymore!"

I responded quickly and asked him: "What is this? How could there be a Buddha's palm?"

Xiao Luo replied: "Don't forget that this place once belonged to the Buddha's territory, and there are also Buddhist holy objects. If you protect yourself with ghost talismans, you will destroy yourself!"

"Then stop talking nonsense, send me away from here quickly!" I said this, but in fact I hope to find out more about this from Xiao Luo. However, he was not clear about this place, and I was a little discouraged, so he said to me: "We are still running for the time now. Fortunately, there was a crack in the ground here due to drought and cracks, and I ran out along the crack."

But the rift is limited after all, and it failed to keep us from escaping from the castle.

I got out of the conch shell and looked around. After not seeing the danger, I floated towards the castle wall. In front of a date palm tree, a man dressed in Arabia blocked my way forward.

I hurriedly floated in other directions, but the other party blocked my way from four directions as if he could clone it.

"When you look at it, is it a new ghost?" Although it is dressed in Arabs, it speaks stiff Chinese.

I immediately responded: "Who are you? Why do you want to block my way?"

The other party smiled contemptuously, turned his wrist and grabbed a golden oil lamp from his sleeve. He twisted his fingers again, and the oil lamp ignited and emitted a bright light.

When I saw this ball of light, I felt like I was being put into the oven and baked.

"Tell me quickly, are you new here? Let's get a name!" I scolded the other person.

I hurriedly said, "I am new, please extinguish the oil lamp as soon as possible!"

But 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.

The oil lamp immediately showed a tongue of flame, which quickly ignited the Arabian robe.

I took advantage of the fire in panic and took the opportunity to flee to the castle.

Maybe some readers will ask me why I didn’t shoot this Arab to death?

Because I am not sure that I can kill this Arab with one blow, and I cannot be sure whether the ghost bullet in this Desert Eagle pistol is effective for this Arab?

However, ghost bullets should still be effective against oil lamps. I escaped to the castle and saw a British man wearing a red dress and white pants wearing a high red hat, holding a slender Damascus scimitar, and carrying a straight rifle on his back.

What kind of ghost is this guy from?

But I had no time anymore, so I raised my gun and shot it. A ghost bullet shot away the red soldier hat on its head.

The opponent's sharp scimitar also slashed at me, and the opponent could see me.

I quickly turned sideways to avoid it, and at the same time I quickly poked out my left hand, grabbed the other party's right wrist, and quickly pierced out his right hand, directly sucking the other party's throat.

"I'm very excited when I finally started fighting!" The British soldier showed his proud eyes, and the scimitar with a broken hair cut toward my shoulder.

I pulled out the military dagger to block it, sparks splashed, and my hands were numb.

The opponent's scimitar slashed the dagger, revealing a gap and a crack. Is this military dagger irresistible?

I switched the dagger to my left hand, pulled out the desert eagle with my right hand, and pulled the trigger again at this guy.

This British man was not invincible with swords and guns. I hit his chest with a bullet. He stepped back and continued to shoot. The other party showed surprise and questioning eyes.

I fired and gave all the remaining bullets in the magazine to the British. Its body leaned back and fell outside the castle.

Zhuri and the old man on his back were also startled, but the latter's face changed drastically. The former leaned over and pounced on the residual soul, opened his mouth and began to swallow the soul that had not yet dissipated.

I jumped down from the top of the city and quickly floated to Zhuri's back. Then I stretched out my arm and pulled the old man from the ground to Zhuri's back, and returned to the top of the snow peak.

The sound of cymbals came from the castle behind, which was loud and long. A group of lamas wearing red monk's robes rushed over when they heard the sound, but they all came empty-handed.
Chapter completed!