Ghost Shelter System

Linjiang City Funeral Home, 10 o'clock in the evening, Qin Kun looked helplessly at the morgue.

After nearly three years of work, some bodies could not be restored even with great efforts. The deceased's head was smashed by a falling object from a height. The weight of the falling object was over 10 kilograms, and half of his head was directly smashed off.

For this kind of corpse, only one photo can be displayed during condolences, and since it died in an accident, according to the rules, it must wait until noon tomorrow when the yang energy is at its strongest before it can be cremated.

"A disaster has come from heaven. I hope you can go away peacefully and have a good pregnancy in your next life."

Qin Kun lit a stick of incense and bowed.

The body was moving, only half of its head was left, and its eyelids kept opening and closing. It seems to still be struggling.

As long as the ghost who died violently changes his form, it is very likely that he is a fierce ghost. He will never give up until he kills the person who caused his death!

Qin Kun stood in front of the corpse, holding his hand with an expressionless face. Finally, the corpse closed its eyes.

Qin Kun breathed a long sigh of relief, let go of his hand, and pushed the morgue.

Remove gloves and work clothes.

When Qin Kun came to the office, Han Yao and Ji Lugui had just finished playing a game.

"Brother Kun, are you done? I heard from Director Wang that you are going to the Magic City in a while?" Han Yao asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"

Qin Kun has never been out of the province since he was a child. Even if the travel agency opened, he never really went out to play. He almost always took ghost cars. Last time I chatted with Han Yao, this guy was the same. The farthest place he went to was Linjiang City. The previous activity circle has been near Sangyu City.

"Of course I want to see the world!" Qin Kun paused and said seriously, "Go by plane."

By plane!

This high-end way of traveling made Han Yao's eyes widen with envy.

"Sigh... It's a pity that Director Wang won't let me ask for leave... By the way, Brother Kun, didn't you say you wanted to introduce me to my girlfriend? When..."

Qin Kun looked at Han Yao. He had a round head and was a bit honest, but he was honest and hard-working. He rarely smoked, never drank, and had no bad habits except playing games.

Under such conditions, except for the working environment, everything else is not bad.

It's just that there seems to be a rule in the worshipper's family that you can't wear fancy clothes. They mainly deal with wreaths, rice for the dead, and paper making. They have the most dealings with ghosts. There has been a rule since ancient times that one has to wear "cold clothes" when offering sacrifices to family members. They are afraid that wearing beautiful clothes will cause ghosts to miss and harass them (mainly because they are afraid that their family members will be harassed).

There are three families in the northern sect's Zhongji family. From the head of the family, Ning Buwei, to Tuwa, they all feel rustic.

Qin Kun doesn't have any problem with looking down on others, but it's the new century now, and your salary is not low. Even if you wear "cold clothes" at work, you can at least take care of yourself...

In the summer, a vest with the word "Award" printed on the chest, army green trousers, the trouser legs rolled over the knees, and two pairs of slippers costing 10 yuan. Brother, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. You come to the river The purpose of the city is to find a partner...

Han Yao felt that Qin Kun was looking at him strangely. He looked at his whole body and coughed dryly: "Brother Kun, what do you want me to do? Is there something wrong with my clothes?"

"...Tuwa, do you think it's okay?"

"No, right? It doesn't matter what the old man wears...what my master wears on weekdays is no different from what I wear? Besides...it looks pretty."

Qin Kun said earnestly: "Back then, when I wore bell-bottom pants and dyed my hair yellow, I thought I was very handsome. But I have to change my personal style... Forget it, let me introduce you to a radio station that has tips on matching clothes. introduce."

Han Yao was stunned when he saw Qin Kun dialing a radio station with his newly purchased mobile phone and playing a foreign voice.

"Hello fellow listeners, welcome to Midnight Ghost Stories, listen to Xuanxuan tell you ghost stories... We will continue the last story without talking, "The Stink in the Attic"..."

Han Yao reminded in a low voice: "Brother Kun... this is not a radio station about dressing and matching... it seems to be about ghost stories?"

"Just listen to me, and stop talking nonsense. You have to listen every day! I will take the assessment on time, and when I come back, I will save your life. I will make sure you find a girlfriend!"

"Really or not?...Then I must listen well! My mother is still waiting to have her grandson..."

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In the past, Qin Kun would leave on time after get off work at night and spend the night drinking and enjoying the breeze.

Now that there is Han Yao, he will also take a break at work and chat with his peers. Life is like this, sometimes loneliness is just because there is no suitable circle around you.

After walking out of the funeral home, Uncle Qu closed his eyes and listened to the radio and waved to Qin Kun. Qin Kun nodded and said goodbye. When he came to the door, he found Master Kuang in front of him, whom he had not seen for a long time.

He used to drive a taxi. Because of the Chinese New Year, his family burned a BMW. Now he has changed it to a sports car, which shocked Qin Kun. If things continue at this rate, Lao Kuang will have a chance during the Chinese New Year next year. Get on the plane!

"Master Kuang, where is your BMW..."

"Sold! What do you think of my sports car?" Master Kuang looked very proud.

"It's... quite beautiful..."

What the hell, why are ghosts living better than me now? It makes no sense.

"Where did this car come from? Did your son burn it for you?" Qin Kun was curious.

"No way, I bought this from the ghost market!!! It's a pity that it's second-hand, but thanks to the ghost coins you gave me." There was a fawning smile on Lao Kuang's face.

During this period, I would ride my bike back at night, always making myself sweaty, so I took Lao Kuang's car several times.

After occupying Manshi City, Qin Kun's 'soul-possessed flag' can allow ghosts to travel between the Yin and Yang realms at any time. His ghost servants all have their souls attached to the flag, and they will go back to 'collect rent' every now and then.

Qin Kun had a lot of fragrant fields and spiritual crystals in his hands. He couldn't cash them in, so Qin Kun asked ghost miners to make them into 'travel money', which were some ghost coins, ingots and the like to carry with him.

Every time he takes Lao Kuang's car, Qin Kun will give him a stack of ghost coins. These ghost coins can be converted into Yin spirits and can be absorbed and practiced. But for the first time, Qin Kun knows that this money can also be used to buy a car in the ghost market? !

Qin Kun's outlook on life was a little dazed.

"Master Qin! I have to take care of my business today. I thought of you as soon as I mentioned the car... You can smoke in the car this time! However, you will get two wads of ghost coins for one ride," Old Kuang said familiarly.

Two stacks?

Qin Kun was dragged into the car dumbfounded. Here, the village officials under him only had 3 stacks of Ming coins per month. Ever since I became a ghost hunter, I have never seen a ghost dare to cheat my money like this...

It was not for him to recognize this kind of enthusiasm, nor to reject it. Seeing how old Kuang La is now extremely skilled in business, I feel that this guy has lived up to his own value.

The highway in the western suburbs is deserted at night.

The sports car is speeding on the road, the summer breeze is cool, and it is very comfortable.

Qin Kun is Lao Kuang's biggest customer. Lao Kuang enthusiastically introduced the performance of the sports car: "Master Qin, would you like to listen to some music? Or the radio? It's not my fault. This car is much better than the old rental car. Now you can listen to the radio. !”

Is this okay?

Qin Kun smiled bitterly: "Then let's find a radio..."

Lao Kuang skillfully twisted the FM, and a female voice with a hollow voice sounded inside: "...that's the end of today's story. Listeners who like it, please bookmark and follow Xuanxuan, daily ghost stories, Xuanxuan will be with you forever. . Next, it’s our audience time~”

This is Tu Xuanxuan’s ghost story radio station.

"Lao Kuang, do you also listen to this?"

"Of course! This little girl has a lot of fans in the ghost market. Everyone wants her to write her story in. If there wasn't an evil charm blocking the door of the radio station, we would have gone to find her."

"..."

God, does the world change so fast?

I’ve never heard of zombie fans, this is the first time I’ve heard that there are ghost fans in this world…

On the radio, when Tu Xuanxuan is not telling ghost stories, her voice is as amiable as the girl next door.

"Okay, let's take the calls from enthusiastic listeners and talk about ghost stories or ghost things happening around you."

Beep, the connection is connected.

"Hello, I'm Xuanxuan~"

"Hello, my name is Tuwa."

Qin Kun, who was sitting in the car, was stiff and almost slipped. It turns out that some love starts like this...

"Tuwa? This listener, your name is very kind. I just finished listening to the ghost story. Is there anything you want to share with everyone?"

Tu Xuanxuan's voice was friendly, and Qin Kun could tell that she was introducing a topic. This moment might be a moment of relaxation from oppression.

Han Yao's serious voice came: "Anchor Xuanxuan, this is the first time I listen to your radio station. You may have made a mistake about a question. According to what you said, the stench in the attic is caused by a ghost. Can that ghost return it? If you can hide the smell, you won't be just a little ghost. The one who can hide the smell and the appearance of death is at least a powerful wild ghost or a fierce ghost."

Tu Xuanxuan's voice was a little stiff. Do I want to talk to you about this...

Fortunately, this was not the first time she encountered an awkward conversation, and she handled it very well: "This listener... I will pay attention to what you said... Is there anything else you want to share with everyone?"

"Well, also, don't mislead everyone. If you encounter ghosts that can hide the appearance and smell of their own death, you must run away and don't look at them. Ordinary people can't fight wild ghosts and fierce ghosts even if they have chicken blood and other evil spirits. Fighting. That thing has a great impact on people's spirit. There are three sun lanterns in the human body. As long as you run away, they will not dare to get close to you at will. "

Is this a sign of trouble or is it mental illness...

Tu Xuanxuan feels like there is nothing left to talk about. How can I answer your question?

"Okay, okay... I will pay attention. It seems that this listener named Tuwa is a lover of metaphysics. Let's continue to the next listener..."

"besides……"

"Welcome to continue listening to Midnight Rumors. See you next time, Xuanxuan~"

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