Ghost Shelter System

The world is a big place with a lot of troubles.

Yin and Yang need to be balanced. When you see Xie Sang as an armed force, you can realize the importance of the ghost hunter.

China is so big that Qin Kun alone cannot take care of it. Only now does Qin Kun realize that Yang Shen made a wise decision by establishing the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation.

During this period, I had several contacts with people from the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation.

Feng Qiang's plane arrived in Nanshan Province in mid-February. Feng Yan Wang was limping, walking unsightly, and had rotten teeth that seemed to have been knocked out by torture. However, this did not prevent his momentum from killing ordinary people in an instant. .

Zhou Yusheng Fresh Restaurant, Feng Qiang invited Qin Kun to dinner at Qin Kun's favorite restaurant. Qin Kun knew that this guy wanted something from him.

"Qin Kun, if I pay you so much salary a month, do you have to fulfill your responsibilities?"

Feng Qiang had a big appetite and had no patience for fish. Pangasius fish with less spines was very appetizing. He almost ate the three fish by himself. Qin Kun ordered a few more.

"Old Feng, we have to be reasonable in what we say. When has anything happened to the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation that I haven't helped?"

"Bah! It's too late to help after the accident. Do you know what subjective initiative is?" Feng Qiang soaked the dry biscuits in it, soaked it in the soup, fed it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "I don't know what you have been doing for 30 years." Why don't you make progress..."

That was the timeline for Feng Qiang 30 years ago. Qin Kun couldn't explain it to him. He rolled his eyes and said, "I can't stare at those brats every day, right?"

The two clinked glasses, and Feng Qiang said: "Actually, when I come this time, I am not going to let you take care of the kid's affairs. You are overqualified and underused."

Um?

Qin Kun raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Feng Qiang said: "The General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation has a special operations team that specializes in tracking down some strange murderers. There are two types of members of this operation team, one is to hunt down, and the other is to kill."

Feng Qiang pushed over two documents.

It was completely different from the certificates from formal institutions. There was a dragon drawn on the cover, and it was very un-powerful.

"The General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation was established during the Republic of China, and the logo has never been changed. Laugh if you want, it's none of my business anyway." Feng Qiang took a sip of wine and curled his lips.

"Holy shit...hahahahaha, with such frightened eyes, is this a dragon? Who drew it?"

"I heard from my old man that it was painted by Ge Zhan's senior brother and Jing Sansheng's master."

Qin Kun had never asked about Uncle Ge's senior brother. It was said that he was one of the first people to follow Yang Shen, but he later went crazy.

Regardless, the painting style of the Republic of China period was barely acceptable. Qin Kun picked up the identity document representing the hunter and opened it.

‘The Hunting Order’

Qin Kun's smile dropped and he was surprised to see English inside.

Feng Qiang said: "The Demon Hunting Order was first promulgated by the Holy See and promoted by the European Ghost Parliament. It is a globally recognized hunting order that can exercise power across regions without being obstructed by locals. After the establishment of the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation at that time, ghosts The council approached Yang Shen, and Yang Shen agreed to the suggestion. As long as the other party is a villain who knows magic, has used magic to harm civilians, and has evaded the sanctions of the laws of various countries, the holder of the certificate can kill him. Drop it. No need to take any responsibility.”

Qin Kun understood that this was a world-class Bai Dao fatwa. Belongs to the Supernumerary Justice Organization.

Feng Qiang said that there are currently only ten certificate holders in China, including Ge Longtou, Painted Skin Immortal, Holy Monk, Lao Tai Sui, Maoshan Sanxuan Sword, Snow Mountain Divine Master Phuntsog Zanpu, Prairie Great Wizard Zhu Bilegong, and Western Region Celestial Master Harisiti .

Qin Kun narrowed his eyes. The last three people mentioned by Longhuai Ghost King were all seniors who had gone to hell with Yang Shen.

"Yang Shen has set a rule that only ten demon hunting orders can be issued at most. Some time ago, the great witch Zhu Bilegong passed away, so I thought about it and prepared to give this thing to you."

The Demon Hunting Order already represents a certain kind of sublime power. Those who obtain this power must be able to distinguish right from wrong and not be affected by any subjective emotions.

It is power and responsibility.

Look at these people, they are all seniors in the path of life and death. They cherish their reputation just like they cherish their feathers. It can be said that only those with high moral standards will have this thing.

Qin Kun did not look down upon this certificate because it was ordinary. Instead, his expression became more serious: "It's a bit too heavy."

"It's good to know." Feng Qiang touched his full belly, "Those old guys don't know how to use computers, and they have to write letters every time they convey news. I'm so busy writing letters to them. If you have I am interested in going on a mission. There is a target on the intranet of the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation. The account number is a police number and the password is 13 1s."

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In the evening, Feng Qiang left, saying that he must bring his son next time to let Qin Kun teach him some tricks.

Qin Kun returned from the restaurant with the 'Devil Hunting Order' in his arms, but he couldn't tell what he was feeling.

After returning home, Qin Kun stretched out and suddenly felt that the room was foggy. It was not a visual fog, but a 'spiritual sense' that something or someone had been there.

Du Qinghan?

Qin Kun sniffed the air, but there was no smell of Du Qinghan. He called a few times, but there was no response. Suddenly he saw a red arowana floating on top of the water tank with its belly turned upward.

"My day...my fish drowned?"

Qin Kun picked up a fish, which was given by Monk Shui when he moved. Judging from the dead appearance of the fish, its belly was round, as if it had been stretched to death...

"Who? Come out!"

Qin Kun suddenly turned his head and said to the refrigerator.

In the silent home, the refrigerator door suddenly opened, and a round object rolled out. It was a human head.

Then, the torso fell from the refrigerator. The torso had two arms with black lines on the joints. The black lines tightened and pulled back the head. Only then did Qin Kun see that this was a pickled old man and that it was a corpse.

After a long silence, Qin Kun asked: "Who are you?"

"Mountain of the Immortal, 'Lifting My Corpse' Wei Tianliang."

No wonder it feels like the house is foggy, it turns out to be a zombie!

The old man smiled and cupped his hands towards Qin Kun: "I have seen the master of Fuyu Mountain."

"What are you doing at my house?"

"The little old man has not been out of the mountains for a hundred years, so he is naturally curious and looking around." The old man chuckled and sat down on Qin Kun's sofa.

Qin Kun turned around and walked into the bathroom. In the bathtub, there was a pot of residual limbs soaking in the bathtub. A little girl's head was floating in the water, and her hair was scattered on the water. Qin Kun picked up the little girl's head and pulled her to the living room.

The old man was shocked: "Master Qin, show mercy, that's my granddaughter Xiaocao!"

The sutures on Wei Xiaocao's neck looked like hair. They were very strong and could not be broken even when being carried. The limbs were also sewn together by the sutures, which seemed to be tight or loose. She grabbed Qin Kun's hand and cried out for mercy at the same time: "Master, have mercy on me..."

Qin Kun angrily scolded: "For the sake of not scratching me, I'll let you go. Now get out of here with your grandpa!"

Wei Xiaocao was thrown to the ground, the black lines on his joints tightened, and he stood up with a pouted mouth: "Grandpa, you lied to me and said he was a good person!"

The old man smiled bitterly: "Master Qin, there is no need to be so outspoken. We are here to report the news..."

Report?

"What letter should I report?"

"Immortal Mountain is in trouble. Mr. Du said that Master Qin can help."

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