Ghost Shelter System

Today's Mr. Youying has a more ghostly aura than the last time Qin Kun saw him.

Qin Kun remembered that he was seriously injured. The karma-stealing knife was inserted into his body and absorbed nearly 20 points of karma. It took two days to make up for it. It must have been the stack of ghost coins I left that played a role.

It seems that he has realized the benefits of Mingcoin, and he came here prepared, specifically to win money.

The card game lasted from noon to midnight, and finally came to an end.

"Master, fellow practitioners, I'm leaving first."

Qin Kun saw You Yinggong wearing big underpants and leaving in a dejected state. On the card table, three ghosts almost drooled and counted the money.

"This official is so upright. His transformed official robes have all melted into ghost coins in an attempt to overturn the situation. You don't want to give him any face." The skinned ghost educated them while counting the money with a smile on his face.

He won the most tonight. He looked like a philistine, and Ying Gong's ghost energy transformed into 10 stacks of ghost coins. In one day, he won them all, and Qin Kun felt a little embarrassed.

After all, it has 100 merits. Even if the other party is at the evil ghost level and offers incense, these spiritual energy will be enough to replenish it for a while. This guy won't hate himself and blame his family, right?

"I dare to say that Jiangnan Daoque's holy card skills are too poor."

Xu Tao was very depressed. He fired several cannons with the idea that he was also a ghost of the Qing Dynasty, but all of them turned out to be the skinned ghost.

The Wedding Dressed Ghost won a small amount of ghost coins, and Niu Meng came on the scene again. Niu Meng also won back what he had lost before, and made a small profit. In the end, everyone was happy with the result.

Qin Kun was extremely melancholy.

Although I stabbed You Yinggong before, I also gave him a bunch of Ming coins as compensation. At most, I lost You Ying Gong's face. It's better for these guys to hurt You Ying Gong, but they didn't realize that the other party didn't have the Ming coins to pay for it in the end. , have all the official robes turned into ghost coins? He is a big ghost who has been granted a confession. How dare you win so harshly?

Forget it, he dared to play in a game where he would lose nine times out of ten, and he deserved to lose until he lost his pants.

Qin Kun rubbed his forehead and simply didn't think about it anymore.

At three o'clock in the morning, this week's tasks are refreshed.

Mission 1 Green: There is a dead ghost wandering around the train station, please rescue it

Mission 2 Green: A dead ghost is harassing the residents in the factory's courtyard, please save it.

Mission Three Green: In the south end of Laomiao Town, a motorcycle ghost is running rampant. Please rescue it.

Qin Kun saw that this week's tasks were all green, and thought to himself: Could it be that Ying Gong is in charge, so there are no big ghosts in his hometown?

The more I think about it, the greater the possibility becomes. Since these are inconspicuous tasks, just leave them to Niu Meng and the others.

Qin Kun decided.

On the afternoon of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Kun said goodbye to his parents who were seeing him off.

I have to rush back today. I go to work on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and the house needs to be renovated after the New Year. The New Year is over.

Qin Xue will stay at home until the sixteenth day of the first lunar month before school starts.

Qin Kun was still a little reluctant to leave after getting on the bus back.

There are more than half the people in Linjiang City than usual, and the busy and crowded streets have become bustling with people.

Qin Kun returned to his house. There was no one at home, and he didn't know where Chu Qianxun and Wang Gan had gone.

During the New Year, a group of people have a carnival, but after the New Year, they are lonely after the carnival.

I don’t know who adapted it, but Qin Kun thinks this sentence is quite reasonable. When it comes to the bustling feeling during the Chinese New Year, apart from visiting and spending time with family members, it is more fulfilling to go to work. At least this is what Qin Kun, who is used to working, thinks so.

The phone was vibrating. It was an unfamiliar number. Qin Kun ignored it. The phone rang twice. When the phone rang for the third time, Qin Kun impatiently picked it up.

"Hey, who's there?"

"H-Hello, my name is Tuwa."

"do not know."

Qin Kun hung up the phone. Where did you come from? You are stupid, you are a local baby, and you speak with a northern accent. Who knows who you are?

On a cold day, near Yuetan Mountain in the northern suburbs of Linjiang City.

A round head with a sniffling nose, somewhat collapsed.

After walking for half a month from Sangyu City, he finally reached Linjiang City. He didn't have any money on his body, and the other party just hung up the phone?

Next to Tuwa, nine straight corpses stood in Yuetanshan Park. Next to him, a drunken gangster had sobered up, with a fishy smell in his crotch.

"Master, please let me go. I have molested middle-aged women and defrauded elementary school students of their pocket money. I am not a big traitor. Don't make me a scapegoat."

The drunken gangster smelled of alcohol and was crying. He came to take a piss near Yuetanshan Park in the middle of the night, and unexpectedly met a corpse hunter.

He was sure that these nine standing guys were corpses! His whole body was cold, he was wearing a thin, tattered shroud, and he could still jump in place.

The drunken gangster was indifferent when he saw the round head and used his trump card: "Uncle! I beg you! I have an eighty-year-old mother above me and a child who is waiting to be fed."

Tuwa kicked the gangster away, and in her hand was a piece of paper from a cigarette pack with a number written on it, which belonged to Qin Kun.

Half a month ago, Master would rather let him go to Linjiang City to seek refuge with someone who would save his life. Tuwa did as he was told. Carrying the gift excavated from the outskirts of the city, we traveled at night and rested during the day. We walked for half a month before arriving at Linjiang City.

If he hadn't happened upon a gas-packed hearse that pulled someone to death, he didn't know how long he would have had to walk to get there.

Tuwa wondered: Why is this person ignoring me?

Master seems to be saying that this person has a bad temper.

Tuwa dialed the number again and found that the other party had blocked him and could not connect to the signal.

Tuwa was once again in a mess, feeling abandoned by society and deceived by his master.

He returned the phone to the gangster, took out 500 yuan from the gangster's wallet, and at the same time folded a yellow paper to ward off evil spirits and hung it on the gangster's body.

"Although my yellow paper is not a good talisman, it can keep you safe while walking at night. As long as you don't do anything unscrupulous, no ghost will dare to mess with you at night, do you understand?"

The drunk gangster found out that he had 500 yuan and came back with a piece of yellow paper. He wanted to cry but had no tears.

But compared to the fear of being dominated by the zombies, he felt that it would be better for him to leave here as soon as possible.

"I know, I know! Sir, you have great magic power! I thank you, Mao San, and I will leave now."

The drunken gangster smeared the soles of his feet with oil and hurried away.

After running for two steps, he was picked up again by one of the corpses.

Face to face with the corpse again, Mao San was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split.

"Uncle! What else do you want? I am a gangster after all, can you give me some face??"

Tuwa ignored his plea for mercy and patted his face: "Sanmao, where do you think the most upscale area in Linjiang City is?"

Mao San couldn't care less that the other party called him by the wrong name, and said tremblingly: "High-tech Zone, Jinzhu Road area! It's the south of the city!"

Jinzhu Road? South of the city?

Tuwa thought, since the master said that the other party had great abilities, he must live in a good place. Tuwa made up his mind to go to Jinzhu Road and ask, maybe he could find it.

It was his first time traveling far away. Tuwa was honest and knew not to embarrass his master. He also wanted to call back and ask his master where he was staying, but wouldn't this make his master worry?

I am 25 or 26 years old, and I still can’t find anyone, so I am eating so many buns for nothing.

Tuwa let the gangster go, clicked on the yellow paper, and howled: "Yin people use the way, Yang people avoid it!"

After howling, the nine corpses followed the Tuwa, jumping and jumping towards the south of the city.

Early the next morning, Qin Kun woke up quietly.

Wang Qian was paralyzed and sleeping on the sofa, like a dead pig.

Chu Qianxun got up early in the morning and did yoga.

"What time did you two get back?"

Qin Kun wondered.

"I just came back, so Wang Qian didn't know about it. I heard that their crew was filming a night scene yesterday."

Qin Kun nodded. He had never expected that Fatty could take root in the film and television industry.

For those of you who have heard of Beidiao and Hengdiao, and for those who heard of Lindiao for the first time, Linjiang City also has a really good crew?

Early in the morning, Chu Qianxun was wearing tight yoga clothes, which made Qin Kun's blood boil.

Don't tell me, the eldest lady has a really nice figure.

It's a pity that I only have to look at it.

Qin Kun had breakfast, said goodbye to Chu Qianxun who was exercising and Wang Qian who had just fallen asleep, and rushed to work.

At the door of the funeral home, the doorkeeper, Uncle Qu, was holding a newspaper. He saw Qin Kun coming and said hello.

"Xiao Qin, how was your new year?"

"It's okay, Uncle Qu, happy New Year!"

"Hmm! Haha, the yin energy is strong again. I haven't done anything good since the New Year."

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Saying goodbye to old music, Qin Kun ran into the office building in a hurry.

Director Wang has not yet come, and on his desk is the information sheet for purchasing funeral services.

Qin Kun saw that the work done in the past few days was signed by Director Wang and Uncle Qu. With five days off and twenty-one dead, the workload was not small. Qin Kun quickly changed into work clothes.

"Director Qin, are you free for dinner at the Aoting Hotel tonight? I made an appointment with you in advance!"

On QQ, Li Zhe sent a message.

"Okay! I'll call you when I'm done!"

After Qin Kun finished his reply, he put on his gloves and mask and walked towards the Ice Coffin Hall.