Ghost Shelter System

"Yes, there is." Wang Qian said, "Tattoos originated from the totem worship of our ancestors, who relied on energy from nature to protect their fate and fortune. In fact, going back, many heavenly masters, real people, and gurus in Maoshan, the ancestral home, have Got tattoos.”

"But have you ever seen anyone with a razor tattoo?" Wang Qian couldn't laugh or cry. "The tattoo on my master's body is a ball of fire. In short, it is a very strange ball of fire, like a talisman fire."

Chu Qianxun opened his eyes in shock: "My grandfather also has a flame tattoo on his back! It's just a candlelight..."

Fuhuo? candlelight?

What's going on? Why not a razor?

Is it different from what I guessed?

Qin Kun pondered, and according to his guess, if the seniors in the path of life and death really have the Ten Death Seals, and they come from the Accompanying Tengu in the past, then their marks should be related to the natal magical weapon of the Accompanying Tengu.

Then the tattoos on the bodies of ghost hunters like Chu Laoxian and Wu Banxian should be related to Yang Shen.

Yang Shen's natal magic weapon is the Karma Seizing Knife. How could it be a ball of fire?

etc!

Qin Kun stared at his attribute values, and an idea suddenly came to him.

Karma...karma...

It’s karma fire! ! ! The tattoos on their bodies are karma fire! ! !

That's right, since the karma-seizing knife is Yang Shen's natal weapon, the fire on their bodies must be karma fire! ! !

Qin Kun turned his hand, and the urn was held in his hand.

The old jar was dirty and had a permeating yin energy.

Qin Kun touched the pitted texture of the urn, and there was a bumpy feeling in his palm. Qin Kun felt it after touching it for a long time.

Those bumps and convexities are not the patterns on the urn, but two broken and worn fonts.

‘Ten Deaths’.

The tattoo on Qi Hongzhuang's arm also has two words - ten deaths!

All cleared!

Everything is clear! ! !

"It turns out that this urn is called the Ten Death Altar." Qin Kun's expression immediately changed, "No, we must stop them from going to that hole. If it really leads to the Ten Death City, the consequences will be disastrous!"

In the Fourteen Cities, except for the host who will be protected by the laws of the Ten Dead Cities, everyone else is as humble as a weedy wild dog. The hosts there are cruel, vicious, and have twisted personalities, and they come from all walks of life. There is absolutely no such thing as human nature, and such things as human life are not valuable at all.

Qin Kun felt a chill go down his spine: "Fat man, Miss, we have to go there! I have a bad feeling."

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At 2:30 in the evening, Qin Kun was downstairs, lighting incense, praying, and mumbling words. After a while, a bus drove in silently outside the community gate.

The bus bears the imprint of the old era, with a gas bag on top and black curtains hanging inside. It stopped under Qin Kun's building.

Midnight hearse.

"Send your name and pay the fare!"

The old driver squinted his eyes and said dryly, looking straight ahead without turning around.

"Qin Kun!"

"Wang Gan!"

"Chu Qianxun!"

The old driver frowned: "Why are there three Yang people? Forget it, I won't take your money."

Qin and Kun got into the car.

Tonight, there were not many people in the car. There was a woman in white with a white scarf wrapped around her neck, a fat man with a swollen face and glaring fish eyes. In addition, there was an old man in a Chinese tunic suit who stinked all over.

The three ghosts smelled the scent of Qin and Kun, and kept swallowing their saliva.

Qin and Kun were sitting at the end of the car. The conductor in navy blue glanced at the three ghosts and said nothing.

"It is indeed a midnight hearse! I rode with my grandfather several times when I was a child. My grandfather said that only those with a tough life can take people on a ride. Qin Kun, you are indeed the toughest person in the world."

Chu Qianxun praised in a low voice.

Everything in the car was exactly as she remembered it. When Qin Kun opened a travel agency, Chu Qianxun knew that Qin Kun was definitely qualified to ride in this kind of car.

Wang Qian grew up in Southeast Asia and had never been in a hearse. He was extremely curious and asked in surprise: "Qin Heigou, are all ghosts here?" As he said this, he pushed the head of the fat man with dead fish eyes to the side.

From the moment he got in the car, this fat man with dead fish eyes stared at him, sniffing his scent as if he was getting excited. If it weren't for Qin Kun's excessive reaction, Wang Qian would have slapped him several times.

Qin Kun nodded: "Yes, but the conductor is in charge. They won't do anything random. We just treat it as a free ride. Don't say anything and don't do anything random."

The hearse stopped and went, and people kept getting on and off. After nearly five hours of driving, the female conductor finally said: "The terminal is here."

Qin and Kun got off the hearse. Wang Qian looked at the map on his phone and was shocked to find that he had crossed a province.

This place is at least a 20-hour drive away, right?

Surrounded by a cemetery, Qin Kun said: "In front is Xishan Town, let's go there first."

Chu Qianxun was holding an oil lamp in her hand, and she suddenly said: "It seems like something is following."

Um?

Qin Kun was puzzled. Last time he brought Li Zhe, Yuan Xinghan and three other weaklings, no kid dared to follow him. Who is so ignorant this time?

"Let's go our own way."

After walking for 20 minutes, Qin Kun arrived at Xishan Town. At 7:30 in the morning, it was already dawn. The three of Qin and Kun had breakfast in the town. Qin Kun then picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, who is it?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little unfriendly, and it was obvious that he had been disturbed from his sweet dream.

Qin Kun said: "Brother Hu? I went to Sanfenshan for a picnic last time and hired your car. Are you free?"

The man woke up immediately. He was deeply impressed by Qin Kun's generous move. The broken bread cost 200 yuan a trip, which was considered a big profit.

"Yes! Where is brother? I'll be there soon!"

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When the order was placed early in the morning, the driver was in a good mood. After negotiating the price, it was still 200 yuan, and the driver was even more enthusiastic.

"Are you all travel friends who come to visit our Xishan Town? I am Hu Bayi!" Hu Bayi knew Qin Kun, and saw that there were only two people this time, one of whom was a beautiful woman, so he stretched out his hand and could only ask Wang Qian Hold it.

Wang Qian couldn't stand his enthusiasm, but he was polite and shook his hand: "Hello, Brother Hu, I'm the fat man!"

"Brother Fatty is a talented person. He has a revolutionary temperament. He seems to be a fellow-minded person! I wonder where he can get a job?"

Sitting in the car, the driver was a talker. Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun were catching up on their sleep. Only the co-driver, Wang Gan, couldn't bear the disturbance and could only chat with him in pain.

"A crew."

"The crew?" The driver even smacked his tongue, "Actually, when I first transferred from the army, a comrade recommended me to join the crew, but I refused, and I regretted it afterwards."

Wang Qian responded perfunctorily: "Well, with Brother Hu's temperament, if he makes a TV series, he will definitely be popular!"

"Hahahaha! No, no, fat brother is so good at talking."

The van was riding away, and it was early in the morning. There were not many people on the road from Xishan Town to Sanfen Mountain, and there were no crops in the fields. Looking around, it was bare and only the hazy mist remained.

Three mountains stood tall, with vertical cliffs like monuments. The driver still sent the three people to the foot of the mountain and refused to go any further.

"Brother Qin, listen to me, I will never come here again. There used to be a Feng Shui practitioner in my family, and the elders have said that this place is extremely ominous."

After the driver finished his instructions, knowing that Qin Kun would not accept his opinion, he still said uneasy: "Call me if you have anything to do. As long as it is daytime, I will take you down the mountain for free!"

"Thank you, Brother Hu."

Qin Kun said goodbye to the driver, looked up at the mountains in the fog, and said to the two of them, "Let's go."

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