Ghost Shelter System

At the end of October, Linjiang Funeral Home.

Qin Kun walked out of the Ice Coffin Hall and took off his gloves.

A lifelike deceased was pushed into the morgue. Qin Kun burned some paper in the brazier and poured some white wine.

"Life and death are destiny, Yin and Yang are in harmony, go with peace of mind, and have a good pregnancy in the next life."

Praying for blessings is the last part of the undertaker's work. Saying some "bluffing" words to let them go on their way with peace of mind can be regarded as the last comfort in the world.

Next to him, Director Wang and Uncle Qu's apprentices Xiao Zhou and Xiao Guo also followed Qin Kun and left.

"Master Qin, we are really impressed that you are so capable and can still come to work in the unit." Guo Tongfeng said flatteringly.

"I'm so impressed. My job is to be an embalmer. My working hours are longer than entering a secret door. Ghost hunting is a part-time job."

Qin Kun couldn't stand the flattery of the two young men. The filming was too stiff. Without some extravagant words, I would be embarrassed to accept it.

Guo BuTong scratched his head: "Is this really the case? No, I heard that you were in the secret door many years ago."

Naturally, the two young men didn't know that Qin Kun's cause and effect line was messed up, and Qin Kun gave him a blow.

"You two should teach me your skills and stop worrying about flattery and weird questions for a day."

"Master Qin... It's too boring for us to deal with dead people. We can't hear a sound for most of the day. People who work for a long time talk a lot. You should understand."

"Getting poorer and poorer..."

After walking out of the Ice Coffin Hall and returning to the office downstairs, Zhou Buyi saw Qin Kun about to leave on his bicycle and said, "By the way, Mr. Qin, Director Han asked you to go to the office before."

At 7 o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Kun came to Han Yao's office.

Han Yao was playing a game, and a few paper figures nearby were sorting documents. When he noticed Qin Kun coming, he leaned close to Qin Kun with a red face, seeming to like Qin Kun's yang energy.

"Go away."

Han Yao might have gone crazy trying to save money, so he made a bunch of ugly paper figures to serve as assistants. They were as stingy as Lao Wang, and he wasn't afraid of being scared by someone who walked in by mistake.

"Brother Kun, here we come."

Han Yao just finished a game and poured Qin Kun a cup of tea.

Qin Kun scrolled through his circle of friends and shook his phone: "I saw the wedding photos of you and Tu Xuanxuan. What, are you getting married?"

Han Yao scratched his head: "I'm old...hehe."

"Tell me what you want me to do. I've done a lot of white things, so it's an honor for me to help with red things."

Qin Kun lit a cigarette, and he watched Han Yao and Tu Xuanxuan come all the way. He could be regarded as a matchmaker. It was a major event for the Northern Sect and Fuyu Mountain for the two of them to achieve success. As the head of the family, I must take care of myself.

Han Yao said sheepishly: "We have to wait for a while to get married. I have to clean up the house in my hometown. I really have something to do with you this time. It's from my parents' side."

"Wait!" Qin Kun narrowed his eyes, "Aren't you an orphan?"

Han Yao's round face froze: "Brother Kun, when did I become an orphan... I followed the master early because of my bad fate, punishing my wife and destroying my family, but I have a family... I There is an older brother up there.”

Not an orphan?

Qin Kun smiled in shame. Most of the Southern and Northern sects were adopted orphans, including the older generation. He thought Han Yao was one of them, but he misunderstood.

"Hey, what happened to your family?"

"Hey, there's something tricky. The master has gone, but he can't solve it yet. Master Zuo also went to see it. He said that his solution would involve too many causes and effects, so he didn't want to take action. I really have no choice but to beg cheekily. You once."

Han Yao told the whole story, and Qin Kun became more and more puzzled as he listened.

"Burn the straw... and burn your brother?"

Qin Kun flicked the ashes of his cigarette and sighed, "Then what's the use of you looking for me...Everyone is dead, so I'm sorry and accept the change. Why don't you stop being busy tonight, I'll take you to have a drink, and then go to Li Would you like to take a bath in Chong’s place?”

Han Yao held his forehead: "It's not that. It's missing. Sigh... it sounds confusing..."

Tuwa couldn't explain it, because he also got the news.

The source is Ning Buwei.

Ning Buwei, the head of the Sacrifice family, was already weak, and his expressive ability was never strong, and he couldn't hit a fart with three punches. Qin Kun naturally didn't understand what really happened after relaying the news several times, so he decided to go to the Northland.

The first time he was entrusted by his own people, Qin Kun did not carelessly. He would rather not deal with the problem that could not be solved. There was no point in going to Han Yao. It is right to look for yourself, but you are not sure.

Uncle Zuo said that the matter was complicated to solve and involved too many causes and effects. Qin Kun didn't know how complicated the solution was, so he had to go and see it again.

Tuwa bought the train ticket from Linjiang to Sangyu City. After more than ten hours of train ride, Qin Kun wandered on the way north.

Nowadays, green cars can no longer keep up with the fast pace, but many people still like to ride them.

Slowness is a kind of tranquility and a state of mind. Qin Kun sat on the berth and looked out the window. He had rarely experienced this kind of experience in the past few years.

The train roars through the mountains and ridges.

In the middle of the journey, perhaps because he was tired of reading the books and newspapers he had brought, the old man in the bunk next to him looked at Qin Kun with a smile and started chatting.

"Young man, are you from Linjiang? What are you going out for this time?"

The old man was neatly dressed and his hair was combed meticulously. There was a little girl sitting next to him, about twelve or thirteen years old.

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"Visit an old friend."

"Oh? When I checked the tickets just now, I saw that you were going to Sangyu. What a coincidence, we are too."

Qin Kun blinked: "It sounds like you have a coastal accent. Are you going to travel, old man? Is this your granddaughter?"

The old man's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he said with a wry smile: "Traveling... doesn't count. The main thing is to visit some people. This is my granddaughter Tongtong, Tongtong, I call you uncle."

"Don't scream..." The little girl huddled behind her grandfather and looked at Qin Kun, "He has braids and looks like a bad guy..."

Well……

Qin Kun froze there, untied his hair, leaned forward with interest, and looked down at the little girl: "Does it still look like it now?"

The little girl had tears in her eyes: "Now!"

The old man laughed sheepishly, and Qin Kun also stopped teasing: "Okay, uncle is not a bad person, he is actually engaged in art."

Qin Kun imitated Yuan Xinghan's sullen eyes. His sense of vicissitudes in pursuing art and his special temperament that was different from others seemed to convince the little girl.

"real?"

"Of course."

"My grandfather and father are also engaged in art, and I have learned a lot. What are you into? Sculpture? Painting? Music?"

The little girl looked at Qin Kun expectantly with her big eyes, as if this identity brought them closer.

Qin Kun became a little embarrassed again.

Damn it...have you met an artistic family?

What a coincidence...

"Ahem, I am painting..."

"Uncle, can I see your work?"

"I am a model in the art of painting..."

The little girl curled her lips in disgust and said, "Grandpa, uncle lied to me..."

The old man laughed again: "Little brother, please don't tease my granddaughter, but you do look suitable to be a model."

Along the way from Linjiang to Sangyu, Qin Kun and his grandfather and grandson chatted a lot. They also discovered that Qin Kun knew some art about painting, but he was definitely not in this field. This young man had a tattoo of an urn on his palm. The old man asked the meaning of the most special place on his body, and Qin Kun said it was to ward off evil spirits.

This time, the old man actually said three unprecedented words: "Does it work?"

When we left the train station, it was already the afternoon of the second day.

The sky in Sangyu City is gray.

The unique dryness of the North is most vividly displayed here. In late autumn, the air quality also becomes worse.

The old man and his granddaughter are from the coast. They came to the North to visit some experts. I heard him vaguely say that something happened to his granddaughter, and it seemed to be related to the evil spirit. He went all the way north from the coast and visited several experts introduced by others. , can't solve this matter.

Qin Kun took a closer look at the little girl and found that she didn't have any evil intentions, so he comforted the old man and told him not to worry too much. The old man also didn't want to mention his granddaughter, so the topic dropped.

After saying goodbye to his grandfather and grandson, Qin Kun walked out of the station.

Neither Zuo Jinchen nor Ning Buwei were there, and Qin Kun didn't know where Ma Xiaohua lived, so he simply went to Tuwa's hometown without visiting anyone.

After catching the train, take the bus.

After the bus, it’s a van.

Tuwa's hometown was quite remote. When the van pulled him to the entrance of the village, Qin Kun thought the village was on fire.

"Fellow, what are you doing?"

The thick smoke was billowing, and Qin Kun was walking along the field path. Before 7 o'clock in the evening, it was completely dark. There were a few lights not far away, but under the thick smoke, let alone the lights in the village, it was impossible to tell the difference between humans and animals 3 meters away. .

"Burning straw!"

Qin Kun shrank his head and burned the straw?

"Ahem, isn't it polluting the environment a little?"

"Then what do you think we should do?" The fellow said to Qin Kun, who was choked and couldn't understand.

He also doesn’t understand the local customs and customs, and it seems that this place has been like this since ancient times.

Thick smoke drifted in the wind, and the road became clear and blurred for a while. Qin Kun finally emerged from the thick smoke and arrived at the village. His face was covered with black ash, and he could not wipe off the smell of fly ash.

"Donghan Village, 103 households..."

Qin Kun looked at a courtyard with an earthen wall in front of him. The walls had been washed out by the rain, and there were piles of jujube thorns and Zanthoxylum bungeanum wood to guard against theft.

The broken door felt like it would fall down with the slightest force. Qin Kun slapped it several times, but no one paid attention.

The aunt next door went out and looked at Qin Kun curiously.

"Looking for Lao Han?"

"Yes, I am Han Yao's friend."

"who?"

"Tuwa!"

"Oh~~~ Tuwazi's friend, his father has gone to the boss's house, in Nantou."

The aunt enthusiastically showed Qin Kun the way.

The old man's family is Han Yao's brother Han Miao's house. This place may have been afraid of drought since ancient times. Old Han named his eldest son Han Miao, which contains some expectations of good weather and moist land.

The Han Miao family was much more elegant than the old Han family. The aunt came all the way to the door and said to Qin Kun: "The native boy is promising. I heard that he earned money working in the south and sent it all to his father. His father was reluctant to spend it. I built a yard for the boss in Nian, take a look, how beautiful it is! I just heard that there have been strange things happening in the boss's house these days, and Lao Han didn't say what happened... he was very unhappy."

With that said, the aunt opened the courtyard door: "Old Han, my friend Tuwazi is here, come out quickly!"

Old Han also had a round face, and he was frowning at the moment. The village woman next to her was also very interested, comforting a young daughter-in-law.

"Father, mother, what on earth do you think is going on... What on earth is going on here?"

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What's going on..."

Annoyed by his daughter-in-law's noise, Lao Han was at a loss what to do. Suddenly he heard someone shouting, so he put on his coat and walked out.

"His aunt, what's wrong? Who's here?"

Under the dim light at the door, Qin Kun looked at Old Han and smiled gently: "Uncle Han, I am Qin Kun. My friend is Tuwa."

What he was carrying were the fruits and yogurt bought by Sang Yucheng. Old Han said awkwardly: "Come in quickly, what are you carrying..."

In the yard, the aunt who led the way left, leaving only Qin Kun and a few others.

After learning about the friendship between Qin Kun and Han Yao, the family became enthusiastic about Qin Kun. The second brother's friend was a capable person in the city. The second brother went to work in Linjiang, and within a few years he was working for his brother. After building a house, everyone in the village envied him for being promising. Old Han didn't know how to make a scene. Seeing that Qin Kun was well-dressed, he was definitely not an ordinary person. He poured a basin of hot water for Qin Kun and said, "Wash your face quickly. Tuwazi has been here for many years." Li Xiang, thank you for taking care of me."

Wiping away the dust with hot water, Qin Kun felt a lot better. His nose was filled with black ash. This was something he had never suffered before.

Qin Kun sat relaxedly in the yard. Han Yao's mother said, "Come and sit in the kiln. It's night and the kiln is warm."

Cave dwellings, coal stoves, and hot kangs.

As soon as Qin Kun came in, he was invited to sit on the kang. He took off his shoes and got on the kang, feeling a little flattered.

It was warm under my buttocks, and there were many certificates and photos hung in the cave, with a dim light bulb hanging down.

"These are certificates for the eldest and second eldest children to go to school."

Old Han chuckled, suddenly feeling a little lonely: "Why do you think my boss's life is so hard..."

Han Yao's mother peeled the orange and said to Qin Kun: "Xiao Qin, right? Tuwazi mentioned you many times on the phone. He said that you helped him a lot in Linjiang. You told me about my wife. You are our The benefactor of the old Han family. How is he lately? He and his brother are usually in contact by phone. Once his brother's incident happened, we haven't talked to Tuwazi on the phone for a long time..."

"Uncle, aunt, I'm here just to see how I can help. What's wrong with Han Miao? Han Yao can't explain it to me, so you guys have to explain it to me."

"Ferner, go see if the baby is asleep."

The little daughter-in-law on the other side was discharged from the hospital and went next door. Old Han apologized and said with a smile: "This is the boss's wife, a girl from the village. The boss's child is being raised by Fen'er's mother these days. The boss's matter is simple to say, but There is something evil... Tuwazi’s master came over to see it a few days ago and said it was difficult to handle."

"By the way, why don't you do it?"

Old Han raised his eyebrows: "Do you know Boss Ning?"

Qin Kun nodded.

Old Han said: "That's great. Boss Ning and Ma Shenpo haven't come back yet. They are at the edge of the field. I will take you there."

"Ma Xiaohua is here too?"

The corner of Lao Han's mouth twitched and he looked at Han Yao's mother.

Who is this young man?

Aren't you from Linjiang?

How come you still know Boss Ning from Baishi Store and Ma Shenpo from Sangyu?

"Forget it, Uncle Han, I'll go find them myself. Point me to where your land is!"

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Donghan Village, Han Miao's land.

The straw is flying in ashes.

An old man smoking a cigarette walked among them. He heard the howling of ghosts and wolves in his ears, and cursed "shit."

He took out a filial piety belt, and an old lady in colorful clothes beside him said, "Senior brother, don't be impulsive. The Yin-Yang wall is cracked, and it should have been several years ago, but the guy inside can't get out at the moment."

"I'm worried about them coming out? What a joke! I'm worried about Han Miao."

"There's no point worrying, count the time, he will be out soon."

The old lady in colorful clothes is Ma Xiaohua, the head of the Zhong family in the northern sect, and the old man in Hanyan would rather not do it.

Ma Xiaohua shook the small clock. Every time it dinged, a lot of black mist seemed to disperse, but it didn't last long.

The straw is almost burned out...

Why doesn't Han Miao come out yet...

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the fog.

With a distance of three meters, the two of them looked down upon each other and thought it was Han Miao coming out. Ning Buwei breathed a sigh of relief: "He's here!"

But after the man walked in, Ma Xiaohua whispered: "Senior brother, that's not right, there is no yin or yang in this man!"

Ning Buwei didn't wait for the other party to walk in, and a filial piety belt was thrown out, and the filial piety belt was wrapped around the other person's forehead like a piece of leather.

"Kneel down!"

Ma Xiaohua found that the man waved his hand, and the filial belt was knocked off. His expression was a little serious, and eight copper bells were holding between ten fingers, shaking at the same time.

"The sounds of the underworld can shock ghosts and gods, and the gods of the North can adjust the soul-stirring needle!"

The eight copper bells, with different syllables, were like fine needles piercing the eardrums, and one sound wave after another hit the intruder.

"burst!"

In the black smoke, the man suddenly opened his arms, held his left and right hands in the air, and a loud explosion appeared.

Explosive!

The fluctuations in spiritual power shattered the incoming music needles, and also shook away the black smoke around him.

A young man with a straight figure stood on the field ridge, his hair tied back, his figure well-proportioned and strong, and his eyes with a look of wildness.

"Hey, it's so hard to come to the North and you guys are so enthusiastic. I'm going to tell Uncle Zuo a complaint."

A teasing voice came. Ning Buwei and Ma Xiaohua saw clearly who was coming, and their vigilant expressions turned into surprise.

"Gouwazi?!"

Qin Kun's teasing expression instantly collapsed.

Dear, this chapter is finished, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^