Ghost Shelter System

In Hancoffin Village, the sun is shining.

At Old Man Kang's house, Qin Kun was woken up by the sunshine outside the window and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

When he woke up again, it was already noon the next day. Qin Kun was dizzy and his muscles ached all over.

Next to Qin Kun was a black goose. Seeing that he was awake, the black goose swaggered out and quacked.

After a while, Old Man Kang walked in and looked at Qin Kun with complex eyes.

"woke up?"

Qin Kun nodded and asked, "Where are they?"

"Wake up early."

"How did I get back?"

"They brought you back."

"Uncle Kang, what do you want to say?" Qin Kun asked, seeing Old Man Kang hesitating.

Old Man Kang moved his mouth, and finally sighed, "I'll leave Mother Hanshi to Old Man Miao Zhu."

"okay."

In the yard, when Qin Kun walked out, several people surrounded Tu Xuanxuan and looked at the DV in her hand.

That was a picture of the Han Coffin Ghost City. Except for the ghost inside that couldn't be captured on DVD, all the other stone carvings were on it.

Seeing Qin Kun approaching, several people greeted him: "Director Qin."

Now, the expressions of Wu Senran, Huo Qi and Tu Xuanxuan looking at Qin Kun were completely different.

It seems that this young man has secrets that are impossible to figure out with common sense.

Qin Kun didn't buy the complex mixture of curiosity and confusion. What the hell, he fell into a well yesterday and these people didn't even throw away a rope to save him. Their clothes were tied in knots. , I can still climb a few meters less.

"Where's Xu Yang?"

"The cat is busy in the house. When I came back last night, I found that I couldn't get up. I said I was possessed by an evil spirit and was trying to recuperate my energy."

Raise your ass!

Qin Kun was really speechless. Besides worrying about this, could this guy have anything else to worry about?

"By the way, why are you so heavy?" Wu Senran asked after he finished speaking, he was full of complaints.

After Qin Kun climbed out of the well yesterday, the ghosts around him disappeared instantly. There were still so many stone carvings in the valley, but there were no more ghosts coming and going.

Qin Kun was in a coma, Xu Yang was in a coma, and the team was leaderless. Fortunately, there was a black goose leading the way. Yuan Xinghan was carrying Xu Yang, and Wu Senran was carrying Qin Kun, but they couldn't carry them! In the end, Wu Senran, Huo Qi, and Tu Xuanxuan carried Qin Kun back.

When Qin Kun heard Wu Senran complain about what happened last night, he couldn't remember it, but his standard weight of 140 kilograms is not heavy, right?

"Director Qin, is this yours?" Huo Qi suddenly remembered something and took out something and handed it to Qin Kun.

This is an awl, a magic weapon that can cut life!

Maybe he got the reward when he came out of the Cold Coffin Ghost City, but Qin Kun fainted before he had time to collect the flexible space.

Magic weapon...

Qin Kun was a little sad. Last night he almost let these people die in the ghost town just because of this magic weapon... If it was left in the ghost town, Qin Kun would probably cry to death.

"It's mine, thanks~"

In front of Old Man Kang's house, the old temple Zhu came to visit.

There were no pleasantries and no thanks.

After seeing the magic weapon in Qin Kun's hand, Lao Miao Zhu looked at Old Man Kang.

"Lao Kang...it's really..."

"Yeah, life-cutting cone."

Qin Kun was shocked when he realized that the two of them actually knew what he was holding, especially Old Man Kang, whose eyes were extremely complicated. He just looked at him and wanted to say something. Could it be that he wanted to mention this?

But...why do they know the life-cutting cone? ?

Seeing that the two old men were talking to Qin Kun, Tu Xuanxuan and others stepped aside knowingly.

"What is that iron awl?" Tu Xuanxuan asked Huo Qi curiously.

Huo Qi said: "I don't know, I picked it up by that well. Uncle Kang saw it this morning and seemed shocked."

Wu Senran whispered: "It's probably not a good thing, it's a life-killer! Isn't this a murder weapon?"

How could last night's experience be any better than the previous experience at Xishan Experimental Base?

That time, in the accommodation building aided by the Soviet Union, Wu Senran saw someone leaving a meal for Qin Kun 30 years ago. It was already shocking to people's worldview. This time, he saw a ghost town with his own eyes. I shuddered. After staying with Qin Kun for a long time, I can easily become a nervous wreck. No one would believe me if I told you about this experience! Sometimes I can't tell whether it's reality or a dream.

He felt that after this trip, he had to go for an outing to enjoy the flowers and relax his spirit... This kind of trip, once or twice would be enough.

Qin Kun, Old Man Kang, and Old Miao Zhu sat together in front of the stone table in the courtyard.

Lao Miao Zhu looked at the awl in Qin Kun's hand and sighed deeply: "I didn't expect that these things would come out..."

Old Man Kang lit a cigarette: "Old man, this didn't happen because of you!"

Old Miao Zhu smiled bitterly: "The world has its own destiny, what does it have to do with me? My little brother, are you really not a Taoist priest from Maoshan?"

Qin Kun shook his head. The Southern Sect and the Northern Sect regarded Maoshan as their ancestral court. As an undertaker in the funeral parlor, he was closer to Director Wang and could not be considered to be Maoshan.

"Do you know this thing?" Qin Kun asked when he saw the two of them.

"Why don't you know each other..." The two said in unison, looking at each other and smiling bitterly.

Old Man Kang said: "Ancestor's weapon, this is the coffin drill used by Ye Liang, the ancestor of the coffin maker! It is said that it has been passed down for hundreds of generations. When the old coffin maker died, he brought this thing into the coffin maker's tomb. According to legend, In the Song Dynasty, a heavenly master from Maoshan passed by the village and wanted to exchange for this drill cone. He offered a price of 100 acres of fertile land and a thousand taels of gold and silver, but he didn't exchange it."

Qin Kun was shocked. They all said that ghost hunters, especially those who are senior in the world, are masters of making magic weapons, and they are the heavenly masters of Maoshan! If he wants to change this magic weapon, it can only prove that this thing is very useful.

The old temple congratulated: "But this thing is unknown. Old coffin makers of all generations have used this thing to commit suicide. The nail was driven into the temple, and the death scene was horrific. The ancestors said at the beginning that this drill cone is an evil thing, and it can dig into anything." , can confuse the mind.”

Qin Kun could feel that this life-cutting awl was different from his other magical weapons.

The ghost energy above is extremely strong. This thing is not meant to deal with ghosts, but with people.

Chisel life cone

Type: magic weapon

Introduction: Life-cutting and soul-breaking, evil and sharp (people have three souls, life soul, yin soul, and yang soul, this thing only hurts the life soul)

Comprehensive evaluation: It is a weapon of great evil and has the power to show off evil. According to legend, it was originally made from the teeth of the underworld beast.

Qin Kun put away the life cone. The power of this thing has not been tested, but it seems that it should not be too bad.

"Since this little brother has Taoist skills, the old man has a request. There is a well in the coffin maker's tomb, and there is a female ghost in the well. Can you help get rid of it?"

well?

Qin Kun shook his head.

Yesterday, he almost fell there. Thinking about it afterwards, he found it a bit strange. With his physical condition, even if he climbed out of the well, no matter how exhausted he was, he would not faint.

He felt that there must be something weird about that well!

He never wanted to go to this kind of place again.

Old Miao Zhu and Old Kang were a little regretful, but there was nothing they could do about it. Qin Kun was obviously here for tourism and seemed to have some strength, but he didn't want to meddle in their village's business.

Laomiao Zhu saw that Qin Kun was resolute, so he gave a pillow made of cold stone as promised and left.

Qin Kun said: "Uncle Kang, if nothing happens, we will leave tonight. Thank you for your hospitality."

Old Man Kang nodded and pondered for a long time. Old Man Kang suddenly said: "Actually, every generation in Hancoffin Village has its own rules."

"What?"

"Whoever can get the life-cutting cone in the coffin maker's tomb will be the true successor of this generation of coffin makers. Brother Qin, do you want to learn how to make coffins?"

Holy shit!

Qin Kun's eyes widened, don't mess with me, who has nothing to learn?

"No! I will never learn!"

"Then...you have to hand over the life-cutting awl. This is passed down from our village ancestors..."

"No! Don't even think about it, I found this..."

"So what?" Green light flashed in Old Man Kang's eyes, and Qin Kun was shocked to find that he had entered a mirage.

How can this be? !

In broad daylight, everything around Qin Kun was dark except for Old Man Kang.

On the table in front of him, Old Man Kang handed out an extremely ancient scroll, with three characters painted in iron and silver hooks written on it - the scroll with the word "coffin".

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