Ghost Shelter System

The male ghost had a strong yin energy, and was definitely not just the evil ghost mentioned in the data. Qin Kun was sure that it was a ghost general. When the observer made the assessment, he may have overlooked the ghostly aura he did not emit.

Around the fire, one circle, two circles, three circles. Everyone walked hand in hand, singing and dancing, with dull eyes.

Today is the day off, there are no children, the adults are all dancing, suffocated with sadness. Everyone cried like a ghost, shouting the name of their first love, and burst into tears. Those who didn't have a first love all barked like dogs, and then raised their heads and imitated the wolf.

Qin Kun took a sip of wine. The influence of this ghost magic was indeed not low.

"Brother Kun..."

Peipei rubbed his hands in embarrassment and stood next to Qin Kun, "This guy's ghost skills are a bit weird. We haven't stopped him in the past few days..."

"It doesn't matter, let's eat something first and wait until he's done making trouble."

The Skinned Ghost brought a plate of peanuts and started eating. The Headless Ghost took the sliced ​​roast goose and poured it into his chest.

"What's going on these days?" Qin Kun asked when he saw Ergui taking a step back.

The peanuts were crunchy. I peeled them off and drank a glass of wine. I burped and said: "We followed him for three days and fought six times, but he ran away all the time. This guy has good physical skills, especially good at hiding his aura. If it weren't for my supernatural powers, I really can’t find any vegetation.”

"How good is your body skills?"

"How should I put it... He can escape. He can drill into wood."

Qin Kun nodded, remembering that the Wedding Dress Ghost had mentioned before that the Dragon Sophora Ghost King could do this trick. But the Ghost King Longhuai turned into a spirit from a wood charm. How could he do this because he is a Yang person? Could it be that he died by being tortured?

In the middle of the venue, after the first dance, everyone started drinking.

People I know, people I don’t know, people who can drink, and people who can’t drink are all raising their glasses to drink. The wine was mixed with the tears of longing, and it was bitter in the intestines. After finishing it, he started to drink like crazy.

Someone flipped the table, someone hit someone, someone shouted their name, someone hugged a friend and kissed them fiercely. When the scene was about to get out of control, the song appeared again.

"..."

"It was a sunny day, and I was walking from the foot of Daqing Mountain."

"Brother Meng is calling us, and the flowers are blooming with the battle flag."

"You are a brave warrior of only a few pounds. Today you are going to fight all over the world."

"What will it be like in the future? Maybe only bones will be left."

"..."

"It was a sunny day, and there were only bones left on the earth."

"You're so sweaty, I don't regret fighting all over the world."

"The warriors brought by Brother Meng, their bedding is dyed red with blood."

"The flowers that belong to them will bloom on the grassland."

In 1259, Mengge Khan, the eldest son of Tolei, the grandson of Genghis Khan, died in Shukou at the age of fifty.

A group of drunkards, maybe even Meng Ge didn't know who they were, started to mourn for Meng Ge, crying all over the place, beating their chests and feet. The tourists who were infected by the emotion drank three more glasses of wine in a row, saying that they wanted to pay tribute to Meng Ge.

“Boss, serve the wine!!!”

Several guys with out-of-focus eyes and unconsciousness yelled at the villa. The boss's voice became even louder: "Get out! If you can, let that old ghost Yuan Meng come down. I have a Taoist priest in charge today, so I have to kill him!"

The villa is strictly guarded and the boss is very tough and refuses sternly.

Several tourists frantically threw wine bottles into the villa.

The wine was drained, refilled, and it was gone, leaving only Qin Kun here.

There were two bottles of wine squatting on the table, and an unconscious drinker stumbled over: "Give me the wine!"

Peipei stood up suddenly, Qin Kun stopped him, raised two fingers and pointed at the other person's eyebrows.

Yang Qi filled his brain at his fingertips, and the drunkard's confused emotions were soothed by a warm Yang Qi. Before he could say anything else, a feeling of comfort spread throughout his body, and he sat down on the chair and snored.

On the messy mountain top, Qin Kun's figure was blurred for a moment. When it became clearer again, the magical weapon Liuyunshan was already worn on his body, and he used the swinging cloud wave to create a circle of ripples with Qin Kun as the center.

Dang Yunbo and explosive energy, combined with Taoist techniques!

The Yang Qi stirred and spread, and the Yang Qi blowing on the face was very comfortable on the body. The group of people did not react too much. They only felt a very warm and comfortable feeling spread to their limbs, and they dozed off one after another. I found a chair, sat down, and fell asleep.

Quiet.

Only the moonlight remained on the top of the mountain.

The old ghost Yuanmeng pulled out his sword, while Qin Kun brought a cup of tea.

The tea had a touch of spiritual power, and Qin Kun was very close to the old ghost. After waiting for a long time, the old ghost saw the two skinned and headless ghosts standing behind Qin Kun, with his arms crossed on his chest and looking at him, and then he was sure that Qin Kun He should be their master.

"...**%￥" the old ghost said.

Qin Kun didn't understand, so he took out another cup of tea and drank it himself.

The old ghost was suspicious. Seeing that Qin Kun didn't look like a villain, he reached out to catch it and drank the tea.

"You still have courage, what do you call him?" Qin Kun said.

"Shu Cang's face!"

After saying that, Old Ghost Yuanmeng was suddenly startled. Not only could he understand what the other party was saying, but he could actually speak Chinese?

"What did you give me to drink!"

"It's not poison anyway, sit down."

Qin Kun was sitting on a seat, and old ghost Yuanmeng didn't dare to move.

Peiping was eating a plate of peanuts and walked behind Qin Kun: "You dare to drink tea, so what are you afraid of? This is my master, Fuyu Mountain Master Qin Kun. If he wanted to kill you, you would have died long ago."

Earth Master Qin Kun?

Old ghost Yuanmeng had never heard of this name, and sat opposite Qin Kun with a suspicious look on his face.

With a wave of his hand, the table was filled with wine and food, and turned into a high-end meal. Each dish was topped with an incense stick, so that they could taste a more delicious taste.

"Eat first, have enough wine, peel the skin, headless, and you also sit down." Qin Kun ordered.

"Okay, Brother Kun!"

"Thank you, Master!"

One table, four figures, one person and three ghosts, and rich dishes.

When the old ghost Yuan Meng took the first bite, he couldn't stop.

Delicious is not enough to describe the taste of this set meal.

When people make offerings, if they are not particular about the incense they put in, there will always be a smell of incense ash in their mouths. Only when incense with spiritual power is placed on the food, the food in the world will taste like food after it enters the mouth!

Roast leg of lamb, hand-caught mutton, kumiss, hada cake, Mongolian pie, milk vegetables, venison skewers.

The salty milk tea brought tears to Old Ghost Yuan Meng's eyes when he drank it. His mouth was full of food. Peeling and Headless stopped after taking two bites, leaving it all to him. After all, this guy looked so pitiful. .

“It just tastes better back then than it did back then.”

The old ghost's name is "Shucang", and "Nayan" is a title, similar to Qianhu, so he calls himself "Shucang Nayan". While he was eating, he was talking. Maybe few ghosts in the past thousand years could understand what he was saying. He said everything before Qin Kun could ask questions.

"Master...this mountain is the territory given to me by the Great Khan! From there, all the way to here!"

"After the death of Meng Ge Khan, Kublai Khan succeeded to the throne, and we people also got a good death..."

"In the past, many people of the Great Khan were buried here, but unfortunately they all disappeared later..."

"The Chinese ghosts who appeared later disliked me very much, but I couldn't help it when I came out of Daqingshan... I also wanted to accompany my Aruna, but I couldn't help it..."

The other party was explaining with excitement, but Qin Kun raised his hand to stop him: "The past has passed. The Song Dynasty has died, and Yuan Meng has also died. There is no need to explain so much. Besides, I don't care about this."

After a pause, Qin Kun pushed the grilled lamb chop over: "I won't ask where you buried it. When did you become a ghost general?"

The old ghost thought for a long time and roughly said.

"Two hundred years ago..."

Qin Kun said: "Did it come as a gift? Or did it take someone else's?"

The old ghost said: "It was enshrined."

"At that time, suddenly one day, an old shaman came to me. He said that his ancestors were the Heishui Mohe people (ancestors of the Jurchens), and now they are a Manchu and Mongolian family. He asked me if I would like to work for him and guard the Here. In return, he can worship me."

The old ghost chewed the mutton: "My responsibility is to watch here to see if there are any other fierce ghosts invading. He has been worshiping me for 45 years. I just became the ghost general. Later, he was invited out of the mountain for a trip and never came back. So there is no Yangren here who can understand what I say..."

Old Guishucang's eyes were filled with tears and his face was filled with bitterness: "The shaman told me that there are rules for being a ghost. You are not allowed to hurt people, you are not allowed to invade the world, and you are not allowed to abuse ghost skills to do evil. I followed them all!"

Qin Kun shook his head in his heart: Indeed, it is not harmful to infect others with their emotions when singing. But leading them to drink alcohol is considered guidance, right?

Qin Kun took out the information: "I heard that you hurt several travel friends."

"donkey?"

"A traveler is someone who stays overnight in the mountains."

The old ghost sneered, "That man was chatting with a girl using black squares at first, and his words were full of sweetness. Later in the night, he got into another woman's tent and was having sex. I scared him and gave him a warning! Then he seemed to fall Whether he broke his leg or something, it’s because he has something in his heart and has nothing to do with me.”

Come on, such an upright guy is indeed special.

After the food was set on the table, Qin Kun waved his sleeves, and all the chopsticks, plates, and meat residue turned into fly ash and flew away in the wind.

Qin Kun tapped the table gently and looked at Shucang: "You also know that I am a ghost hunter, that is, a person who stabilizes yin and yang. I should be the same as the shaman you met. Now your appearance has indeed affected the yang world. You How should I deal with you?"

Old Guishucang didn't speak.

"Are you willing to be my ghost servant?" Qin Kun gave him a chance.

Shucang said seriously: "I am a subject of the Great Khan, Shucang Nayan! Except for the Great Khan, I cannot be anyone's servant. Even that Mohe (mo, he) shaman can only discuss with me, Can’t drive me.”

"Then do you want to go back to your hometown?" Qin Kun asked again.

"Thank you, Master, for your concern. There is no need to go back to my hometown. After Aruna died, I never went back." Shucang looked at the starry sky.

Qin Kun frowned: "Then what should I do?"

Qin Kun appreciates ghosts who follow rules the most. From Shucang's point of view, there is nothing wrong with him wandering around in this mountain range. After all, it is the land granted to him by the Great Khan. Before the appearance of farmhouses, there was nothing wrong with him. .

Shucang looked at Qin Kun and suddenly smiled: "Is the master in trouble?"

"Generally difficult."

Shucang looked at the starry sky: "If Master can go to Daqing Mountain, please find a stone there and carve 'Shucang Nayan' on it."

Qin Kun was puzzled.

Shucang said: "Today's meal was delicious. Thank you, Master."

After that, a melodious singing sounded.

"..."

"Girl on the grassland, I left your hometown"

"The young man who is fighting abroad misses his bride."

"Look at the blooming flowers, they look so beautiful like you."

"Look at that vast land, it can't separate our love."

"I got thousands of cattle and sheep and returned to your hometown."

“There is delicious kumiss in my hometown, but you don’t look like you.”

"You turned into a skeleton, and I became a lone wolf."

"From now on, no one can enter my heart from anywhere in the world."

"..."

After singing the song, a loud noise suddenly came from the end of the line of sight.

With a bang, the condensed Yin Qi exploded ferociously, stirring up the mountains and fields, and drizzle falling in the air.

Peeling, who was eating peanuts, was dumbfounded, and... he blew himself up? A ghost general just... blew himself up? ? ?

Qin Kun raised his head, but the drizzle could not fall on him. It was the wind turning into rain.

While the sound was still echoing in the mountains, Shucang's face was gone.

The headless ghost stretched out his hand. He had no yang energy and could feel the coolness of the rain.

"Master...why did he lose his soul and disintegrate?"

Even though the rain cooled my heart, the headless ghost was still puzzled.

Qin Kun lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke. He also imitated Shucang's look and raised his head, looking at the drizzle in the sky.

"Maybe... it's too lonely."

After Qin Kun answered quietly, he said in his heart: Or maybe, he has no nostalgia for the world. If the obsession is gone, what's the point of staying here.