Ghost Shelter System

As a ghost hunter, Qin Kun has seen all kinds of ghosts over the years.

Every ghost has a story, an obsession that lingers even after death.

It can be seen that the old ghost's strength is mediocre, similar to that of the old ghost in brocade. He has no odor and no resentment. Apart from being unable to hide his death appearance and making him more scary, Qin Kun can't see any malice in him.

So, Qin Kun followed the old ghost to see what he wanted to do.

Not far from Qibao Ancient Town, it is an old-fashioned residential area.

The owner of the braised food shop had already gone upstairs. Downstairs, two footprints suddenly appeared on the empty cement floor. Wet and stained.

As soon as the voice-activated light dimmed, a shadowy figure appeared with footprints walking upstairs.

3rd floor.

It seemed to be the door of the boss's house. The old ghost hesitated for a long time and never knocked on the door.

"Do I want to see him or not..."

The old ghost leaned against the wall, staring at the dark light bulb in a daze.

There were footsteps upstairs, and a family came out, as if they were going to have supper. The child was held by his parents. When he passed the corner of the third floor, he suddenly said: "Mom, it's so cold..."

The child shivered and looked around uneasily.

"It's raining today, why don't you put more clothes on your child?" the child's father asked.

The child's mother was suspicious: "There should be enough clothes..."

When the child's mother was considering whether to go upstairs and add some clothes, a young man suddenly walked up from the second floor.

The young man held a cup of milk tea and passed by them. The child's trembling body suddenly calmed down.

"Mom, it's not cold anymore..."

ah?

The mother slapped the child's butt angrily: "Naughty!"

The family continued to go downstairs. The child huddled on his mother's shoulder and looked towards the young uncle. The uncle raised a glass of milk tea and smiled.

After finishing the milk tea, Qin Kun walked to the corner of the third floor and leaned on the railing, chewing the remaining pearls in the cup.

"Looking at you, you don't mean to harm anyone. Why are you following me here?"

Next to him, the old man who had been standing still suddenly froze, blinked and looked at Qin Kun.

He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Qin Kun's eyes. Qin Kun chewed the pearls and turned his eyes.

Ding!

The old man hasn't experienced the feeling of heart beating for a long time.

This person...can see himself? !

"I'm asking you something."

"You, you, you, you, you..."

"Qin Kun, ghost hunter, nice to meet you."

Ghost hunter!

The old man felt anxious and ran away. Qin Kun had no choice but to hold his shoulders.

With a bang, the old man felt that his shoulder was dislocated. The hand was as heavy as a mountain, making it difficult for him to escape.

"You are a Taoist priest!!!"

"First time meeting a Taoist priest?"

"I didn't harm anyone!!!"

"Don't get excited yet."

"I'm not here to harm anyone, please let me go!"

Peng——

Qin Kun held his hand emptyly, and a ball of energy exploded in his palm. The heat wave hit him. The old man felt that the other party seemed to be holding a ball of fire, which was very hot.

quiet.

Seeing that the old man was shocked, Qin Kun said: "Okay, don't get excited yet, tell me the purpose, I'll give you 30 seconds."

"You..." The old ghost looked at Qin Kun's eyes as deep as a cold pool, and smiled guiltily, "I am the founder of Zhao's braised food. My son passed away a few months ago, and my daughter-in-law was taken abroad by my grandson. Before I left, the old man at home The store was sold to this owner, and I wanted to tell them the secret recipe of Zhao's braised food..."

Um?

Qin Kun was confused, what a strange obsession.

The old ghost sighed: "Since they still use the Zhao's Braised Meat brand, I feel obligated to teach them. This is my life's work. I raised my children by relying on this craft. They also grew old and passed away, but since there are people Inherited, I have to help."

The old ghost has finished speaking.

Although Qin Kun didn't understand his feelings, he understood: "Very good, I'll give you half an hour to talk to them, and then I'll save you."

The old ghost was startled: "I'm afraid this Taoist priest is joking... I look so sinister..."

The old ghost was interrupted in the middle of his words. Qin Kun hit him on the chest with the back of his hand. The old ghost was hit hard and took two steps back. When he reacted, the surroundings were completely dark. He found himself standing there in a suit and ties with a dull look on his face.

A bronze mirror appeared in the palm of Qin Kun's hand. The old man looked at it and found that his dead self was no longer there, and he was in good spirits.

"Taoist Master, this is..."

"Help you hide the appearance of your death so as not to scare people."

"But I've never worn a suit..." The old ghost was a little embarrassed.

"Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water, all want to be illusory, don't worry about the details, if you are ready, I will recruit you."

Qin Kun pointed out three fingers, reduced them to two, and then reduced them to one.

"It's not as if there is the fragrance of flowers in the mirror, the moon is stirring in the water, and there are three hundred and three thousand thoughts floating around, it would be better to have a dream right now!"

Floating Formation!

Water ripples appeared in the dark surroundings, and the surrounding area was like mist, and then Qibao Old Street appeared. Qin Kun and the old ghost stood still, and the scene moved and changed, arriving at the door of the braised pork shop.

The blurred scene became clearer and clearer, slowly freezing while shaking.

Qin Kun grabbed his hand and a middle-aged man was brought in.

Poof, the man sat down on the ground and looked around in shock: "Did I hit a ghost?! Weren't we watching TV just now?"

Behind him, an old man in a suit and tie helped him up. The middle-aged man said blankly: "You...are you the old man from before? Why did I come back here!"

Qin Kun disappeared, and the old ghost looked at the clock in the store. Qin Kun said that he only had 30 minutes. Thinking of this, the old ghost went straight to the point: "I don't have much time. Since you have inherited Zhao's signature , there’s something I need to let you know.”

"I don't want to know!" the middle-aged man shouted.

"..."

The old ghost was furious: "I only said I would leave in half an hour. If you don't listen, I will pester you every day!"

The middle-aged man was startled: "Who are you?"

"ghost!"

The middle-aged man convulsed and almost fainted. He was dragged into the store by the old man. He found that the old ghost was extremely strong and could not get away no matter what.

Wailing and struggling, in the deserted street, no one could save him.

The middle-aged man looked sad and angry. If he had known better, he would not have given the old ghost pig's trotters!

I regretted it, but I found that the old ghost had no malicious intent or intention. Instead, he pulled him to talk about the preparation of marinade and the ratio of spices. After listening for a while, the fear faded slightly, the spirit was soothed, and the initial fear became curious. , and then listened carefully like an apprentice.

"Do you still need to save Laotang?"

"Yes, there are only so many tourists in Qibao Old Street. If you don't have Lao Tang, you can barely fool the tourists. If the Lao Tang is enough, some stores in the city will come to buy it. You can at least make this amount every day!" The old ghost compared forcefully. Five.

The middle-aged man was startled. Could it be that this old ghost was asking for a dream to show him a way to make money?

Just... are you kidding! How ridiculous!

The old ghost is not the kind of eloquent person, but when it comes to professional skills, his logic is rigorous and his language is clear. While talking, he asked: "Why did you buy Zhao's store?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be familiar with the old ghost, and said bluntly: "My son has settled in Magic City, and we want to be closer."

"You don't need to buy a store, right?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "Originally I just wanted to buy a house, but the landlady said that her husband had a will before his death. If he wanted to sell the house, he could only sell it with the store. It can be half price, but the person who takes over must continue to run Zhao's Braised meat. My mother-in-law and I used to fry fried cakes, so we thought we could do some more work. When we added up, we thought the price was quite reasonable, so we took over."

The old ghost nodded happily.

Half an hour later, the old street became hazy again, dissipating like fog.

The middle-aged man woke up suddenly and found that he had fallen asleep on the sofa.

"Fuck the child!"

The water for washing feet was cold. The landlady was watching TV series in the room. After hearing this, she came out and said, "What's wrong?"

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Are you asleep?" The boss lady looked at the time of the TV series: "You have been asleep for almost one episode. Did you catch a cold?"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath: "I had a dream..."

…

…

Downstairs, the old ghost and Qin Kun walked side by side.

There are no words.

Walking all the way to Qibao Old Street, on the bridge not far from the shop, the old ghost narrowed his eyes, paused for a long time, and finally smiled sadly.

"Thank you, Master Dao, for fulfilling my wish!"

"Little things."

Qin Kun had a jar in his hand: "Now that the obsession is gone, remember to give birth to a good child."

The old ghost bowed and said, "May Taoist Master have a long life and good luck."

"I'd like to lend you some good words."

Under the hood of the urn, the old ghost never disappeared again.