My life is super hard, nothing is taboo/Ghost Shelter

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A table of people surrounded this prophecy in silence.

This is a round table full of foreigners.

In the middle of the crowd was a sunny and handsome foreign youth.

The young man kept pointing his fingers at the table, with a rare look of sadness on his brows.

Beside them, there was a blonde woman, a young man with curly hair, and a knight in armor. They looked at a young man holding a book and asked, "Hazlitt, the prophet... really said that?"

The young man who was asked took a deep breath: "No. 12 times, everyone, I don't need to explain it to everyone I meet, right?"

Obviously, he was already a little impatient.

Further outside, a middle-aged man with a short beard crossed his fingers and covered his mouth, observing them.

Next to him are young men wearing monocles and several priests.

This is an empty conference room with high-back chairs, round tables, dim screens around, and dim lighting.

The meeting room is very old, the bronze statue of Jesus has turned black, and the candles in the silver candlesticks are about to burn out.

"Mr. Du Xiu..."

Fan Helsing came to the side of the middle-aged man with short beard, "I don't think we should invite the Black Soul Cult to intervene in this matter."

The middle-aged man with a short beard glanced at Fan Helsing, but did not answer.

At this moment, in the only mirror in the meeting room, a middle-aged man with orange hair smiled gently, flicked the ink on the quill, and said, "Du Xiu, I think so too."

If someone is nearby, you will find that the scenery and layout in the mirror are not similar to the meeting room.

That... is not an ordinary mirror!

The orange-haired middle-aged man sat at the desk, stepped on the carpet, and said to everyone in front of the mirror: "Since the prophet said that this disaster is close to the twilight of the gods, then you have to consider that if the Black Soul Cult joins in, it may I will stand on different positions. I can guarantee that I am only interested in the people in that city, and I will not do anything to civilians at will, but my subordinates... I can't guarantee that. Ragnarok and the killing feast are very important to them There is no difference.”

The orange-haired middle-aged man was laughing. Du Xiu came to the mirror and said in a deep voice, "Carter, even if I don't invite you, you will still do what you have to do, won't you?"

In the mirror, Carter frowned: "That's true."

Du Xiu chuckled: "Instead of letting you do evil things, it's better to win them over. After all, everything can be discussed. What do you think?"

Denmark, Copenhagen.

An old villa stands on a cliff in the Øresund Strait.

The waves crashed on the shore. On the second floor of the villa, the notorious Demon King Carter held a glass of red wine and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the study, looking at Du Xiu in the mirror.

Carter could see that the chairman of the Ghost Council, who had never had a good impression of him, rarely showed a flattering smile at this moment, which was very interesting.

Du Xiu's strength is not high, but he has a lot of cards.

His relationship with the Holy See, Demon Hunt Villa, Knights of the Round Table, Priory of Mount Sion, Pantheon, etc. is extremely harmonious. He is a born diplomat, and every force is impressed by his demeanor. On the proud continent of Europa, This kind of card face is commendable.

But today, the Speaker Du Xiu, who would give everyone some face, is showing his favor to him. Carter is not the kind of person with a bad taste. He didn't make fun of Du Xiu, but felt that the Ghost Council might have no choice.

"Okay, Du Xiu. I'll let you know. As for whether the Church of the Holy Soul will really help, it depends on what they want."

The people Carter was talking about were naturally the subordinates of the Black Soul Cult.

This group of guys has a lot of personality, and I don't want to use the name of the Holy Soul Cult to dispatch them, it's very troublesome.

Du Xiu nodded, and the next moment, Carter poured a glass of red wine on the mirror, and Carter in the mirror disappeared.

The mirror turned into an ordinary mirror again, it was an ancient mirror with a frame inlaid with silver, on which was a human face, at this moment the human eyes opened, looking down at Du Xiu.

Du Xiu took out a golden card from his bosom, on which a female lich was drawn.

After looking in the mirror, close your eyes.

After a while, a picture reappeared in the mirror. Against the background of several gems, a female lich looked at Du Xiu with her chin resting on her hands.

"Is there something wrong? Little cutie."

That lich has a hot body, long hair covering his chest, if it weren't for the bloody corpse beside him, it should be a very charming picture.

Du Xiu flattened his mouth: "Her IX, Europa needs your help."

The Lich brushed her hair together: "Oh? It seems that you have encountered a lot of trouble. I, a poor old woman who was exiled in the ice and snow, is rarely remembered by you."

The witch turned her gaze: "Hey, the lovely Van Helsing is here too. It seems that you haven't visited your aunt for a long time."

Van Helsing rubbed his temples: "Queen Hull, we don't seem to have any blood relationship."

"Your mother is my companion ghoul. Your great-grandfather is the only stillborn lich who can grow up without a frozen heart. Why are we not related? When we were young, your mother and I often went out for food together Well. It's a pity...she fell in love with your father. What's so good about that half-breed vampire and werewolf kid, let her steal the few remaining frozen hearts in Heim's underworld, and leave with your father. She It's so simple..."

The usual chatter suddenly silenced the entire conference room.

A group of people looked at Fan Helsing, with veins popping out of the corners of their eyes.

It was the first time they heard about the life experience of the Demon Hunter King.

It's so explosive!

its not right……

Isn't his father a famous witcher?

How did you become a hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf?

And his mother... a ghoul? ? ?

Aren't ghouls extinct?

That's a variant of a lich!

Van Helsing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then said nothing, and touched his nose with a wry smile.

Du Xiu seemed to know about these things, and changed the subject when he heard the words: "Hell IX, Europa needs you. The Ghost Council also needs you. We can make a deal..."

"Deal, it seems that you have already figured out the chips."

"free."

"I want the freedom to go anywhere in the world!"

"No! Only in Europa."

"Sorry, come to me after you think about it."

The lich shook the stump beside him, and the blood spilled on the mirror-like bluestone not far away. Du Xiu saw that the scene in the mirror shattered.

In the conference room, Du Xiu found some people one after another.

Some people agreed to his invitation, while some were ambiguous. In the end, Du Xiu listed the list of these people, still feeling a little melancholy.

Du Xiu took out another golden card and showed the face on the mirror, that face closed its eyes.

In the mirror, an old man was washing his face, and suddenly saw the bathroom mirror change, revealing Du Xiu's face.

The old man dipped his sloppy face with a cotton towel, and said indifferently: "Du Xiu, you can speak directly if you have something to say."

"Master Sisyfry, you should have heard that we are in trouble."

"I'm just a homeless man. I hope you finish quickly. This is a public restroom. Don't scare passers-by."

The old man in the mirror is the wandering knight Sisyfry, Du Xiu smiled wryly: "May I send a car to invite you to Paris?"

"I'll go when it's time to go."

The old man turned his head, and it seemed that someone was coming. He took water in his hand and splashed it on the mirror. Du Xiu saw the scene on the mirror shattered.

"Everyone, the entire Europa continent has been searched for help. The rest is left to fate."

"What about Huaxia, Nanyang, and Dongyang?"

"They may not come here immediately, and they don't know when they will come. Our influence will not reach that far. But I still invited."

"Mr. Du Xiu, you seem to be very anxious."

Curly-haired Menoitius is suspicious.

Du Xiu didn't hide it, and simply showed his cards: "Yes, let's be honest. The prophet predicted twice. The first time was the severity of this incident. You also saw it...The second time is time."

"time?"

"That's right..."

Du Xiu raised his hand and looked at his watch: "That city is about to fall. There are still 5 seconds..."

what?

Everyone was completely shocked.

too suddenly!

"4..."

"3..."

"2..."

"1...!"

No one had time to prepare. At 11:[-] p.m., there was a huge shock in Paris.

All the exorcists felt that the whole city seemed to be hit by a meteorite, and the tables, chairs, and chandeliers were intact, but all the exorcists were unbalanced, swaying to and fro and fell to the ground, their hearts beating like drums.

what's the situation? !

Du Xiu was also knocked to the ground by this shock. Looking through the window, the phantom city in the sky had disappeared.

Now the surrounding environment has become weird. Ordinary people can't see anything abnormal, but the exorcist can find that the whole Paris has a dark golden glow in the night.

Because of the shadows of the night and the strange spiritual power fluctuations, the ground was covered with a layer of scorched black.

The golden glow is all over the sky.

Black stones are everywhere.

between heaven and earth...

Lancelot, who was leaning against the window closest to him, suddenly moved his nose: "What a strong smell of blood!"

Between the sky and the earth, there is a blood mist.

In the meeting room, the file cabinet was suddenly opened.

A man with three faces came out with an irritable expression.

"Damn it! What's going on outside?"

As soon as he came out, the three-faced man froze in place.

A room full of unfamiliar faces looked at him.

The three-faced man blinked, maybe he opened the door in the wrong way, so he returned to the filing cabinet and opened the door again.

Then, get punched in the face by a curly!

"Who are you?! We three dead stars came from the tomb of the stars, fearless of everything! fearless of everything!!!"

Three faces were beaten alternately by the curly hair, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was howling.

What the hell is this place?Where did the villain come from at the gate of his own site to commit murder! ! ! ?

Chapter 1441 Stepping on thousands of miles of blue clouds, soaring into the sky

On the same day, starting at 11 o'clock at night, strange characters appeared in every corner of Paris.

A museum curator finished his patrol, and suddenly saw a tree-like monster appearing in the hall.

In an auto repair shop, for some reason, a... robot came out of the warehouse? !

In the toilet of a nightclub, the drinker found a monster with moving flesh and blood in the pit, with complicated expressions.

"Oh God, who dropped the placenta here?"

In the windows of the Champs-Elysées, many non-human women are trying on clothes.

In the Seine River, many water ghosts appeared.

The most densely appeared in the church, the pastor saw many wizards in different costumes, and monks in different costumes gathered here, looking at the Jesus on the cross with a puzzled expression.

Backstage at the stage of the Moulin Rouge, some non-performers stepped onto the stage, causing applause from the audience.

Among them was a host holding his head, his head was placed in a birdcage, and he was speaking in a squeaky language. The enthusiastic drinkers went up to take a photo excitedly, and even gave him a bottle of beer.