Ghost Shelter System

I haven’t heard this title for a long time.

Qin Kun's face was dark and he still felt a little nostalgic, but naturally he couldn't show the usual expression.

"What's going on with Han Miao? Do you have any clues?"

While the two were surprised, Qin Kun changed the subject.

Ning Buwei smoked a dry cigarette again and squatted on the ground without saying a word. Ma Xiaohua replied: "Master, look, these are Han Miao's shoe prints."

The footprints on the field ridge moved forward and were submerged in the smoke. Qin Kun didn't understand: "Is there something special about these shoe prints?"

"Yes! You'll know when you step on it."

Qin Kun stepped on it. Han Miao's feet were very big, almost a finger bigger than Qin Kun's. Qin Kun stood there and Ma Xiaohua asked him to move forward.

"Master, go forward. If you don't want to leave, remember to go back the way you came. Don't step on the wrong foot."

"Huh? Oh."

Qin Kun followed suit and moved forward slowly.

Following the footprints, Qin Kun walked a hundred steps and found that the smoke had faded. He turned around and asked, "How much further do we have to go?"

When he turned around, Ning Buwei and Ma Xiaohua were gone.

Where are people?

Qin Kun wondered, looking at the village again, the lights were dark.

Damn it, it was still on just now, is there a power outage?

Not only were the lights in the village gone, but the road ahead was also gone.

Qin Kun looked around blankly.

"This isn't a Donghan Village..."

Qin Kun frowned and suddenly saw a man emerging from the field nearby. He held up a hoe and shouted in a local accent: "Who are you? What are you doing in our Donghan Village!"

Qin Kun was startled.

impossible.

My memory is not bad. There is a road next to Han Miao's field. You have no hair here and there are a few more graves. How can it be a Donghan Village?

Under the moonlight, Qin Kun was regarded as a thief, but he did not panic at all: "You don't even recognize me?! Open your eyes and see clearly!"

Qin Kun turned around and took out his mobile phone, turned on his flashlight and took a photo.

A rural man raised his hands to cover his eyes and shouted: "What are you taking random photos of!"

"and who are you?"

"I am Han Youfu!"

"What are you doing here?"

"You're hungry, dig some sweet potatoes!"

"Where's the sweet potato?"

"It's roasting in the fire!"

"Not done yet?"

"almost done……"

Han Youfu didn't know who this Jilaishu was, and his accent was far different from that of the locals, but he couldn't get the words to ask.

Qin Kun turned off the flashlight. In the dark field, only the wheat straw gave off a little light. Qin Kun touched a cigarette and lit it, then handed another one to Han Youfu.

"Take it! Can it still hurt you? This is a good smoke!"

The other person squatted next to him. Han Youfu curled his neck and took a sip.

pretty……

These cigarette holders are different from those sold in town.

"Uncle Lucky, do you usually wear this?"

Qin Kun asked calmly, as if a cigarette had shortened the distance. Han Youfu scratched his head and said, "That's not true. Wearing too warm clothes will affect our work if we go to the ground with muddy legs."

The other party's dress is not contemporary.

Qin Kun looked at the army green clothes. This was the most popular clothes in the village at that time, and his grandfather also wore one.

Not many modern people wear this kind of clothes anymore.

"I'm Xiao Qin, from the village next door. I went abroad with my family a long time ago. I just came back. I want to see the changes in our country."

"Hey! Those who studied abroad have a lot of potential!" Han Youfu put up a pipe, "How can our place change? We have only had enough food and clothing in recent years. If only the county could build a road for our village. Well, it’s better to go abroad.”

"That's not necessarily true."

Qin Kun sneered and found that Han Youfu pulled out a few sweet potatoes from the fire. The sweet potatoes were dark and hot to the touch. After the skin was pulled open, the fragrance immediately overflowed.

"Xiao Qin, wrap it in newspaper."

Qin Kun picked up the newspaper and found that it was still very new, at least half a year old. The date on it was clearly 1985.

"Eat it, it tastes delicious!"

Han Youfu bumped into Qin Kun, and Qin Kun came to his senses: "I don't want to eat anymore. It's time for me to leave."

Qin Kun pulled out a few cigarettes and gave them to Han Youfu, waving goodbye: "Uncle Youfu, don't worry, the road will be repaired and will lead to the city. Farm with peace of mind, the moon abroad is not as round as at home!"

ah?

Han Youfu was confused and didn't know what Qin Kun was talking about. He thought that he had given him a few good cigarettes and replied cooperatively: "I understand, please go home and check if you have nothing to do!"

The wind blew, and the smoke from the wheat straw swirled and shrouded the field ridge again. Qin Kun stepped on his footprints and disappeared back.

…

Beside Han Miao's field, Ning Buwei squatted on the ground smoking a cigarette, Ma Xiaohua anxiously looked at Qin Kun who had disappeared, and a young man sat on the ground dejectedly.

"Uncle Ning, why don't you leave?"

"Waiting for someone."

"Who are you waiting for? I want to go home."

"That person is looking for you!"

"Uncle Ning, haven't you seen it now? I'm a ghost! Every day, as long as I burn straw, I will disappear as I walk. Then I will come to a strange place and be taken away to work in the fields. . If I don’t work, they will beat me. I haven’t finished my work yet! Look at the beating..."

The young man pointed at the wounds on his round face and the marks on his back. It was obvious that someone had slapped him with a shovel.

Ning Buwei was a little sad, and at the same time lamented that the young man was also very nervous.

"Shui Wazi, you know that you are evil, but you still go to work in the fields every day, and you still get into the straw smoke...Aren't you stupid?"

"Uncle Ning, this is a short walk. I have to go to the fields, right? The whole village has finished harvesting wheat and corn, but my family has not finished harvesting. Can't I rely on my father to help?"

Han Miao stiffened her neck and asked, and Ning Buwei almost laughed out loud.

"Gungun, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."

"Mother Goddess, you hinted to me before that something dirty happened to me, so please help me. If you don't accept it, the farmers in the field will be plagued by birds."

Seeing that Ning Buwei was ignoring him, Han Miao turned to look at Ma Xiaohua.

Ma Xiaohua sighed: "You have suffered something unclean, but it is rare. Three sticks of incense are placed on the graves of gods and demons, and ghosts and monsters avoid them. I lit the incense to ensure that your home is safe, but you have to stay at home. Who can do it when you go to the ground all the time? I can protect you."

Ma Xiaohua didn't have the confidence. She couldn't figure out whether this matter was a ghost or not. It was too evil.

It is true that there is ghost energy here. He and Ning Buwei can also feel that the yin and yang wall seems to be broken, but Han Miao can come back every time after disappearing, and there is no ghost energy on her body.

What the hell is going on...

"Okay, don't yell. If you keep nagging me, I'll let Han Yao educate you!" Ning Buwei curled his lips and stopped Han Miao from nagging.

When he heard his younger brother's name, Han Miao felt a little wilted.

My younger brother has had a bad life since he was a child. The fortune teller said that he punished his wife and ruined his family, so he needs to accumulate shady virtues and gather noble people to resolve the problem. When my younger brother was in middle school, he was taken as an apprentice by a whitesmith and was taken away. That person was Uncle Ning.

Within a few years, his brother's fate seemed to improve, and his family's life became more comfortable. It was Han Yao who made money to support him.

The parents were still reluctant to let go of their youngest son. After Han Yao had only worked for Ning Bo for a few years, they gave Han Yao a wife and forced Han Yao to come back. After all, it was unlucky to be a disciple in Baishixing.

However, not long after returning, something happened to my daughter-in-law's family, and some strange things happened to her family one after another.

Han Yao had no choice but to leave again.

Han Yao has hardly been back in these years, but most of his salary is sent home. The whole family feels that they owe him, and Han Miao feels the same way.

His parents built his house, and ultimately it was the money sent by his younger brother. He always felt that he had no confidence in front of Han Yao.

Hearing Uncle Ning mention Han Yao's name, Han Miao flatly said, "It's hard to say something like this... You know I'm afraid of my brother."

"Are you still afraid? Your brother heard that something happened to you and invited his most powerful friends. If you don't just wait here, why are you going home?"

"Of course I have to go home to sleep... I have to collect the land tomorrow morning..." Han Miao said aggrievedly.

Ning Buwei was furious: "Take back the land? You will be swept away by the evil smoke tomorrow morning to work for someone else! Take the hammer's land! I found that you have a very poor mouth."

Han Miao did talk a bit too much, and he would rather not get angry over and over again for such a wilting old man. Ma Xiaohua thought this was also a kind of ability.

"Uncle Ning, I'm just talking. By the way, where is the master you are talking about? Isn't he the one who came to me?"

"Humph, of course. Be polite when you meet him..."

Ning Buwei wanted to remind the other party that Qin Kun had a bad temper and spoke sincerely. After all, Han Yao was his disciple. Ning Buwei also liked this guy who looked very similar to Han Yao.

While the two were noisy, they discovered a young man walking out of the thick smoke.

Han Miao's eyes widened.

Although he was not very tall, he walked very steadily. The moment he emerged from the thick smoke, Han Miao felt as if he was being pressed by a mountain.

The man's hair was combed back, his eyes were sharp and lively, his face was resolute, and there was something dark and yellow around his lips...why?

Ning Buwei and Ma Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Qin Kun leaving and returning.

"Master, how did this happen?!"

The two saw Qin Kun chewing a sweet potato, with a black mark around his mouth, which was a bit funny.

Qin Kun smiled nonchalantly and said, "My fellow villager gave it to me. It's quite sweet."

As he said that, he glanced at Han Miao in surprise.

Damn...he looks so much like Han Yao!

It is simply carved from the same mold!

"Are you Han Miao?"

"Uh...are you the expert?"

"Exalted?" Qin Kun shook his head, "Not tall. But in this land today, no one dares to say that he is taller than me."

After boasting, Qin Kun smiled boldly and put his arm around Han Miao's shoulders: "Let's go, I'm choked. Let's go to your house to drink some water. Han Yao and I are very strong..."

Seeing the two walking away arm in arm, Ma Xiaohua and Ning Buwei looked at each other.

Are you that familiar?

The two of them also followed behind. Ma Xiaohua quietly grabbed Ning Buwei and whispered: "Senior brother, the leader was walking back just now."

Ning Buwei said: "I also discovered it."