Ghost Shelter System

When Qin Kun woke up again, he had already arrived in the underworld.

In the early morning, the morning light was dim, it was completely white outside, and the snow stopped. Chu Qianxun heated up breakfast. Wang Gan got up a little earlier than him and was eating fried eggs.

"Junior sister Qianxun, your craftsmanship is so good!" Wang Qian couldn't stop praising her with his mouth watering after eating.

Wang Qian is the youngest among the three, but the seniority of Fu Zong Tianzi Hall is very high, and he is called Junior Sister Chu Qianxun. It is because Chu Qianxun is the true successor of Chu Laoxian, otherwise Chu Qianxun will have to be a lower generation. .

"That's right, my cooking skills are much better than my Taoist skills!"

Chu Qianxun was very proud and saw Qin Kun coming out: "Brother Dog, are you awake?"

Dog, your grandma has legs. When did you get the nickname?

Qin Kun glared at Chu Qianxun, finished washing, and then sat at the table to eat.

He had forgotten how he came back from the City of Ten Deaths, but this time it was better than when he used the 'Karma Fire God Gang' before. He could still remember that he killed Luo Luoti.

After breakfast, Wang Qian went to the crew. They were a small-budget crew shooting ghost movies. Wang Qian was a walk-on, but the little fat guy seemed to have a high fighting spirit. Only now did Qin Kun know that the Happy 250 motorcycle that Nan Zongdao saw was actually this product.

Chu Qianxun had nothing to do today. He sat on the sofa and held a video conference. Then he looked at Qin Kun: "Aren't you going to work today?"

"The corpses at the funeral home have been taken care of a few days ago. Just go there in the afternoons these days. Unless there is an urgent cremation, it should be fine."

Qin Kun responded while scanning his mind. He found that something finally appeared in his mind.

‘blood corpse’

‘Introduction: One type of host constitution of the Ten Death City, with abundant blood and strong defense. After a fierce ghost comes, if the ghost is a blood corpse, there will be additional bonuses in strength and defense.’

‘Exchange price: 12 drops of vaginal plasma’

'Evaluation: Evolutionary physiques, blood corpse, iron corpse, hairy zombie, flying zombie, and non-bone, can temper the yang body into a magical yin body, which is rare in the world'

‘(Tip: Physical characteristics will be automatically generated after redemption, the host may feel uncomfortable)’

Fuck...

Qin Kun reached 6 consecutive victories and after accumulating 12 drops of Yin Cao plasma, he finally saw the physique mentioned by the Golden King. He knows that the things screened out by the system are suitable for him, but are you sure that I am suitable for cultivating blood corpse physique?

Chu Qianxun saw Qin Kun in a daze and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Qin Kun came back to his senses. He felt that it was better not to exchange for the blood corpse's plasma. At least he kept 10 drops of the plasma, and he could still save his life if he died in the City of Ten Deaths. Besides, he always felt weird about this blood corpse. .

"It's nothing. I'll go take a look at the old street of Baihu Town later. The travel agency needs to take care of it."

Chu Qianxun nodded: "Well, I will go to the Seven Star Palace later. I heard that Grandpa and Grandpa Jing are back. It's time to take care of that ghost general."

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The two stayed until 10 o'clock, when Qin Kun got into Chu Qianxun's car and came to the old street of Baihu Town.

The old street was still desolate in the snow, and almost no one opened the door. Qin Kun secretly cursed himself for being stupid. Who would come to a commercial street in a tourist attraction like this on a snowy day?

"The bull is fierce, skinned, and headless. Come get some firewood!"

"Xiao Mian, A Chou, go to another store to see if there is an oven, bring it here, remember to pay!"

"Xu Tao...why are you so insignificant? Go find some plastic sheets or rotten leather to plug the gaps in the wooden door in the backyard!"

Qin Kun released the mourning ghost and the old ghost in brocade clothes again.

The mourning ghost looked around: "Brother Kun...are you going to cry?"

"You're crying, why don't you go help seal the cracks in the door? I'm freezing to death..."

The ghosts seemed not to be very sensitive to the cold. It could be seen that they were wrapped in clothes and they should feel the cold, but they were not like dogs like Qin Kun who were frozen to death.

The ghost officers got busy and worked together under the command of Qin Kun. After a while, a fire was lit in the house. The Laughing Ghost and A Chou moved the bamboo-like chimneys from who knows which store. The temperature rose and there was no choking smell of smoke, so Qin Kun felt like he was alive.

Now Qin Kun has more than 100 merit points, and there are only 2 negative candles left in the space. At the end of the year, the house will be renovated, 130 square meters, and the decoration will cost at least 20W. Qin Kun feels that he has to get some money back quickly.

The Laughing Ghost got a tiger skin mat from nowhere and handed it to Qin Kun flatteringly. Qin Kun praised the little devil for being smart and painfully paid thousands of dollars for the Laughing Ghost to give it to the owner of the mat. go.

Sitting on the mat and warming himself by the fire, like King Qin Kunshan, he played with his mobile phone and logged into the forum called 'Bone Bones Hometown'.

I haven’t been online for a long time, and the posts in the forum are changing with each passing day. It’s inseparable from the fascinating title.

[My hometown is in this village. I am a native soul of this village! 】

[My hometown is in the village next door. I have a native tomb who was born and raised next door! 】

[My hometown is in Feng'er, the village next door. I was kidnapped from the village next door and died three years ago! 】

I don’t know which song has become popular recently. The titles of the posts are all in the series [My Hometown], which highlights the funny atmosphere. The content is still talking about gods and ghosts, but it is quite interesting. If connected in series, it is still a series of stories.

Qin Kun logged into the forum account and read a few paragraphs with gusto. Someone created a discussion group, and suddenly a chat box popped up.

The Yuan family has good wine: [Director Qin is here! I thought I was dreaming! I am Yuan Xinghan, Director Qin! 】

Little Princess Xinxin: [Wow! It’s really Director Qin, I’m Yu Mengxin! @Eunuch Mu, husband! come out faster! 】

Eunuch Mu: [It’s really Mr. Qin. Mr. Qin, I’m at work. You guys talk first while I handle something. After a while, if you have nothing to do, go out for a meal. Be sure to reward me! 】

Wu Da Diao: [The surname is Qin! You still have facial lines, I've been squatting on you for a long time! 】

Flower World Yizhimei: [Qin Kun! I am Xu Yang! I heard that your first group tour was very successful. I have decided to go with you next time! 】

Qin Kun: "..." Why is this guy here?

Except for Xu Yang, this group of people were obviously members of the first group of Menggui Travel Agency. Qin Kun was surprised that they would also be in this forum.

After Yu Mengxin explained, Qin Kun suddenly realized that it was Qi Hongzhuang who recommended this forum to them, and during this period, they were still 'fighting' with those who questioned Qin Kun's posts in the forum.

Little Princess Xinxin: [Director Qin, those people speak so unpleasantly, and they don’t believe there are ghosts in this world at all. Why don’t you scare them? 】

Qin Kun was ashamed. He was a ghost hunter. Is that the job of a ghost hunter to scare people?

Kunlun Demon: [Ahem, forget it. Today I just want to see how the previous posts are going and whether I can start another group before the Chinese New Year. 】

After chatting with a few people for a while, Qin Kun saw the previous post of [Menggui Travel Agency] and received hundreds of replies. Most of them were criticizing Qin Kun's ancestors for several generations. Qin Kun almost crushed the screen of his mobile phone. Okay. After hundreds of comments, Li Zhe and Yu Mengxin stood up and, under the leadership of 'Cute Red Clothes', began to spray back. Qin Kun felt a little relieved when he saw that the one who sprayed the most violently was Wu Senran. .

Although this big guy said he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he was still kind.

Little Princess Xinxin: [Director Qin, it’s winter now. If you want to travel, you will go to Hainan. It’s 30,000 yuan. No one will give you a ghost, so don’t think about starting a tour. Summer is a good season for catching ghosts. 】

Qin Kun thought about it and realized that it made some sense. The winter in the south was cold and cold, so it was useless no matter how thick the clothes were. Linjiang City was not on the coast. In this damn weather, no fool would spend 30,000 yuan to come out to see ghosts.

But where will I pay for the decoration? I'm so sad.

The Yuan family has good wine: [Director Qin, are you in Baihu Town? 】

Qin Kun replied: [Well, Baihu Old Street, the travel agency is here. 】

The Yuan family has good wine: [I'm quite close to you. I'm going to find you now. I just want to tell you something. 】

【good. 】

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After a while, a jeep drove over. Although Yuan Xinghan still had half-long hair and an unkempt beard, he was obviously a little more energetic than the last time he saw him.

Looking at the expensive leather jacket he was wearing, Qin Kun handed him a cigarette: "Okay, are you rich?"

Yuan Xinghan rubbed his hands, grinned, placed them in his mouth, and puffed out a plume of smoke: "No, I sold a few paintings and made a little money!"

Qin Kun saw Yuan Xinghan's airy appearance and his low-key and luxurious clothes. He estimated that the small amount of money was worth at least 7 figures. He was worthy of being an artist. He was a money-printing machine...

For this painting, Yuan Xinghan feels that it is thanks to Qin Kun that he painted the buildings and monsters built with Soviet aid in the 1980s, which are bizarre and exquisitely laid out. Critics say that these paintings reflect some of the ugly realities of today's society and are avant-garde. The artistic style was well received.

Qin Kun looked at some paintings on Yuan Xinghan's mobile phone and thought they were really good, but he couldn't appreciate this kind of art work either. I didn’t say much. After all, it’s better to hide your humility than to show off your ugliness.

Yuan Xinghan proudly displayed his work and took back his mobile phone. Seeing that the room was still decorated as before, with dim oil lamps and firewood burning, Qin Kun was sitting on a tiger skin, and the light and shadow revealed a bit of mystery. He praised in his heart: As expected of Director Qin, this is simply the art of walking. Works.

Yuan Xinghan felt that if Qin Kun was allowed to engage in art, he would probably be able to do it within a few years.

The two chatted for a while, and Qin Kun asked.

"By the way, what do you want from me?" Qin Kun asked in a low voice, "Did you encounter a ghost?"

Qin Kun is most concerned about this now.

Yuan Xinghan smiled bitterly: "Director Qin, are you cursing me... It's not like I'm a ghost, but..."

Qin Kun was a little disappointed. He didn't hit ghosts, which meant he had no extra money. But after hearing Yuan Xinghan say 'nothing', Qin Kun's eyes lit up again: "Nothing!"

"But a senior from the Painting and Calligraphy Association has been having some problems recently. You know my eyes are a bit special and I can see some um... dirty things... That senior is old and likes to collect antiques. This time I received a dresser from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. , something is wrong with my body. I saw that dressing table once, um...it was weird."

Yuan Xinghan's tone was obviously a little uncertain. After chatting for a while, Qin Kun knew that the senior had helped Yuan Xinghan several times before, and he was a half-master. So Qin Kun said: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Yuan Xinghan nodded: "Director Qin, Mr. Jiang doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and he is not willing to invite those Taoist priests over. Don't reveal your identity then. This is 50,000 yuan, which may be a bit small. You have to do this for me. When the time comes, Said you are the youngest professor at the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine..."

professor? just me?

Qin Kun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. No one believed him even though he said he was a professor at the Institute of Physical Education, okay?

However, for the sake of 50,000 yuan, Qin Kun acted like a master: "Brother Yuan, the cause and effect are determined by God. If your senior is really troubled by evil, he will not be saved no matter how much money he gives. If it is an accident, I don’t care about the money.”

Qin Kun made it clear first. If the problem really cannot be solved, for example, the other party is an evil ghost or something, giving 50W will be useless.

Yuan Xinghan nodded: "Okay! I understand, when do you think you have time?"

"Call me tomorrow."

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