Ghost Shelter System

South of the city, High-tech Zone, Jinzhu Road.

The rich area of ​​Linjiang City.

The streets are bustling. At 11pm, even though the hustle and bustle of the day has faded away, it is still bustling and prosperous.

The largest entertainment club in Linjiang City, Yuxianting, as well as several high-end hotels and guesthouses, are all located in this generation.

If Xixiang Street, a bar street with bustling lights and bustling traffic, can be considered a nightclub for common people, it is a paradise for the rich.

Qin Kun was riding his bicycle and passing by Jinzhu Road. At the gate of Yuxianting, he suddenly saw two familiar figures.

At a street stall, a fat chef was spinning flying pancakes, attracting many people's attention. In the hot oven, the flying pancakes with diced pineapples were baked in a short time, becoming a snack for white-collar workers returning home at night.

"Hey, why is it you?"

Before closing the stall, Qin Kun happened to pass by and was a little puzzled when he saw that the boss was the chef ghost near Qin Xue's school.

He remembered that the Wedding Dress Ghost took them to the ghost market, so why did he go to the human world to set up a stall again?

The chef ghost saw Qin Kun and hurriedly stepped forward and handed him a cigarette: "Master! Why are you here?"

In Qin Kun's life, this was the first time that a ghost handed him a cigarette. He couldn't help but smile. He remembered that ghosts were afraid of open flames, weren't they?

"There is a suffering master, please ask me for something." Qin Kun said.

Qin Kun saw that the girlfriend of the chef ghost seemed to have become a fierce ghost. It seemed that the ghost coins he gave had a lot of effect.

The chef ghost rubbed his hands, lit a cigarette for himself, and said with a smile: "Hey, Master, you are so kind! We will never forget it. If there is anything you need to run errands, please tell me. A Qin and I are going back. The road is in the alley next to it.”

When I go back, I naturally go back to the ghost market.

Unexpectedly, in addition to Linjiang International Trade Building, the alley of Yuxianting also leads to the ghost market.

Qin Kun nodded and glanced at the remaining flying cakes on the stall. This kind of ingredient is similar to the one in the ghost shop Zao Wang Tan. It has texture and flavor and can fill the stomach, but it has no nutrition.

Seeing that it was serious food, I felt relieved.

"Fat Flying Pancake, two servings!" From Yuxianting, a man in a floral shirt walked out. He was nearly 30 years old, with a slicked back, a green beard, and half-raised eyelids. He had obviously just finished drinking. He had a suit jacket draped around his body and a thick gold chain around his neck. It looked like he was not a good guy.

"Boss Li, we have closed the stall..." The fat chef said with an apology on his face.

"I x Nimabi! Do you look down on me?!"

Green-skinned Hu turned his lips upward, bared his teeth, and kicked the fat chef down.

The fat chef's face hit the oven, he groaned in pain, and a burn mark appeared on his face.

The power is so heavy.

Qin Kun looked at him coldly. He found that the green-skinned Hu could even hurt ghosts. He was probably not an ordinary person. Since ancient times, soldiers and bandits were so powerful that ghosts and gods could not invade. This man looked like a bandit.

The fat chef was beaten, feeling the evil spirit on Qingpihu's body, he dared not speak out in anger, so he had to lower his head and knead the dough silently.

After a while, a piece of flying cake was baked.

"If it's like this... wouldn't it be over? You have to show off in front of me! Who do you think you are?"

Qingpihu patted the fat chef's face, took a bite of the crispy flying pancake, and said with half-raised eyelids.

The second portion of flying cakes was also baked. Qingpihu had already finished one portion and was waiting. Unexpectedly, Qin Kun took the flying cakes from the fat chef's hand and bit off a piece.

"Well, it tastes pretty good." Qin Kun praised indifferently.

Qingpi Hu said with a sullen face, "Boy, this flying cake belongs to me."

"Yours?" Qin Kun was surprised, "Does it respond when you call it?"

The veins on Qingpihu's forehead popped out, and he suddenly picked up the bench and hit Qin Kun on the head.

Snapped--

The bamboo and wooden bench was knocked apart by Qin Kun's punch.

Qin Kun turned around and kicked Qingpihu in the waist.

Qingpihu bowed down, grabbed Qin Kun's whip leg with his palm, pulled it hard, lifted up his leather shoe, and kicked Qin Kun's crotch.

Qin Kun also grabbed Qingpihu's feet and hit him in the chest with his elbow.

The fat chef was stunned and didn't know why the two started fighting.

Ah Qin, who was next to him, tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Quickly go! Master is here to help us! Don't cause any trouble for him!"

The fat chef understood immediately, and after being moved, he rode a stall cart and quickly disappeared into the night with A Qin in his car.

Downstairs in the splendid Yuxianting, several security guards found out that there was a fight in front of them, and their faces became angry.

"Damn it! Why don't you ask who owns this place? I've been working here for six years and I've never seen anyone dare to cause trouble in front of Mr. Li's place!"

An old security guard led the guy towards that direction, but was pulled back by the young security guard next to him.

"Captain, don't go over there. The one fighting is Mr. Li! Be careful when you go over there. Mr. Li will fight us too."

The young security guard obviously had some unpleasant feelings. When the old security guard saw that it was indeed Mr. Li, he stopped stepping forward.

Who among this generation of Linjiang City doesn’t know that Mr. Li can fight? The only requirement for the security director of Yuxianting is to survive ten moves at the hands of Mr. Li. The spot has been vacant for two years.

However, this fight obviously did not end so quickly.

Qingpihu and Qin Kun were fighting together. Qingpihu had obviously learned kung fu and was a real fighter. His attacks hit the vital points. His crotch, weak ribs, vest, and neck were all his targets.

Qin Kun was even more ruthless, gouging out his eyes, pulling his hair, spitting, stepping on his leather shoes, lifting his vaginal legs, attacking his weak spots, digging out his heart, and beheading his neck.

Qingpihu was furious, what is this? What a rogue way to play!

When did you spit during a fight? Even if he wins, it still makes people feel nauseous.

And hair pulling!

He usually values ​​his hair the most, but it was turned into a chicken nest by Qin Kun two or three times, his eyes were sealed with old fists, and his neck was chopped off with a single sword. If he was beaten into panda eyes or had a stiff neck, where would he put his face? !

"wait!"

Qingpihu saw Qin Kun make a false move to tease his vaginal leg, followed by a mouthful of saliva, quickly backed away, and stopped Qin Kun.

This guy is so shameless! !

"Are you scared? Call me grandpa if you're scared!"

Qin Kun discovered that this green-skinned Hu had some abilities and was very good at fighting. He knew how strong he was. He could hit an ordinary person with several heavy punches and knock them out of his life, but this green-skinned Hu Hu Du was forced to carry it down.

However, he seems to be afraid of harmful tricks such as spitting and hair pulling.

Qin Kun sneered. He still cares about his image when he comes out to fight. Is that wrong?

"Cai Li Fut, Xing Yi, Wing Chun, Ban Bu Beng, Qi Men Jiu, who did you learn from?!"

Qingpi Hu was astonished. Qin Kun had endless tricks in his hands, covering almost all practical martial arts.

"I practiced watching TV."

Qingpihu almost wanted to vomit blood when he heard Qin Kun's answer. How can your family see people like this when watching TV? There is no routine between the moves, but it is overwhelming, as if the moves are forcibly mixed into a pot of chowder.

You must know that every martial arts method must be coordinated with the rhythm of breathing. If you force them to be mixed together, it is easy to cause breathing disorders, damage the spleen, and even faint from ischemia.

This is what is often called ‘obsessed’ in novels.

The fact that he can use so many tricks together only proves that he has a very good foundation!

Qingpihu was a little tempted.

"Boy, I see you are young and you are a talented person. How about being my apprentice? I will ensure that you are popular and drink hot food!" Qingpi Hu glanced at Qin Kun's bicycle and felt that this boy was not a rich man. people. It's a pity that such uncut gems are buried in the market.

Qingpihu has a love for talents. Although he is not a martial arts master, in terms of actual combat, there is absolutely no opponent in Linjiang City. He has this confidence.

Qin Kun laughed: "Looking at your age, how about being my grandson?"

Qingpi Hu was looking forward to Qin Kun's answer. After hearing this, his face changed and he was extremely angry: "Fuck me!"

Qin Kun then retorted: "I'm going to fuck your grandma! My dear grandson, if grandpa doesn't beat you out today, he will be your grandpa!"

Qin Kun's aura was even more vicious than Qingpi Hu.

Damn it! Where did this bastard come from? He is such a bastard!

Seeing Qin Kun gathering a mouthful of thick phlegm, Qingpihu felt sick and helpless in his heart: "Fuck you, stop! I won't fight you anymore!"

Qin Kun spat on Qingpihu's leather shoes: "Call Grandpa."

Qingpihu saw his leather boots covered with thick phlegm, and his heart bleeds. My Dunhill...

Qingpihu looked at Qin Kun's provocative smile and resisted the urge to tell his brother to crush him. He took a deep breath and said, "Make a friend. My father's name is King Li Shan. Come to Yuxianting to play in the future. Tell me your name and no one will dare to take money from you."

The mountain king of Linimabi! My name is Qin Dasheng!

Qin Kun looked contemptuous: "I'm talking about grandson, does grandpa need your money?"

Qin Kun pointed to his windbreaker: "It's 1,300 yuan. Do you tell me that I lack your money?"

Qingpihu was speechless for a while, "For 1,300 yuan, I can buy you 30 pieces of one leather shoe, okay?"

Qin Kun didn't seem to realize how insignificant the price he quoted was. He thought he shocked Qingpi Hu and sneered: "Grandpa saw your oily hair and pink face, and you really have no interest in playing with women. I'll reward you!"

Qin Kun handed over the flying pancake he took a bite of and got on his bicycle.

Green-skinned Hu could feel the smell of saliva on the flying cake from a distance and threw it into the trash can.

"What's your name? Leave a name!" Qingpihu asked loudly when he saw Qin Kun was leaving.

Based on Qin Kun's experience in the world of martial arts, he must not claim his family status. This green-skinned beard is obviously not a good bird. He is not afraid of such evil forces now, but Qin Xue is still in school and his parents are still in his hometown, which is indeed his weakness.

"Just call me grandpa, good grandson."

Qin Kun walked away, green-skinned Hu's eyelids twitching, he remembered this person.

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