Ghost Shelter System

Linjiang City, mid-November.

Late autumn.

During this time, Qin Kun was busy taking care of shops in the northern suburbs.

The plaque of Menggui Travel Agency is hung inside, and the plaque outside is called "Ghost Hunting Inn", with the words "Taiyi Lian Jiugui" on the top and "Black Dog Opens the Xuanmen" on the bottom.

This plaque was given by Chu Laoxian. The font is elegant and looks good hanging up.

"Boss Qin, don't you have any business yet?"

The shop next to Qin Kun's is a teahouse.

The area around Linjiang City is rich in tea. Although some are niche, they are relatively easy to import. Most of the products sold in Baihu Town are specialty products.

The female landlady smiled and said hello. This boss Qin is young and seems quite friendly. He just doesn't know why he opened a "Ghost Hunting Inn" in Baihu Town. Isn't this going to break his mind? As a neighbor, the female boss doesn’t even know what this place is for. Could it be that it’s really about catching ghosts? You can spread feudal superstition like this without fear of being caught.

"No business. Aunt Ning, are you bothered by asking questions all day long?" Qin Kun said angrily, leaning against the door frame.

Aunt Ning has a carefree temperament and likes to offend others with her words. The good thing is that she doesn't hold grudges. She has no problem irritating Qin Kun, and Qin Kun also replies with a few words, which is considered normal.

Aunt Ning chuckled: "Don't bother me. I told you a long time ago that when Guozi opened a wine shop in the past, the business was pretty good. Several restaurants in the city still sell fruit wine. Why don't you change your career and continue to open a wine shop?" It can be paved.”

Aunt Ning closed the shop and after making her suggestions, Pidian rode her electric bike back to the city. It looked like she had a lot more orders today.

At night, the Baihu Town Scenic Area becomes sparsely populated.

Qin Kun moved a bench and sat at the door, looking at the 'Ghost Hunting Inn' above his head, speechless for a while. That's right, it's better to run a travel agency. This bullshit name makes it look like a charlatan.

Not far away, a group of young students were walking on the street.

"Hey, this store is so special."

"Ghost Hunting Inn? What is this?"

"Boss, are you here to catch ghosts or live in people?"

"It's a ghost!" Qin Kun replied.

Students of both sexes shouted in low voices: What kind of attitude is this?

A female classmate who looked troubled came over and whispered softly: "Boss, do you know where there is a hotel nearby? We are going into the mountains to sketch."

The female classmate wore earrings and her clothes looked more fashionable, and the people behind her were also similar. Qin Kun squinted his eyes, looked at the T-shirts of these students, and asked, "Are you from Lin Da?"

"Yes!"

This is a group of students from Linjiang University. The T-shirts all read: Linjiang University School of Art.

Qin Kun said: "Do you know Prince Mi?"

The female classmate was wearing a coat. Under the coat was a T-shirt with two big words written on it - 'Prince'. Qin Kun saw this dress when he sent Qin Xue to school last year.

Taizi's exclusive t-shirt!

"Ah? Boss, do you know Prince Oppa?"

Oh, you're so big... what a nymphomaniac! ! !

When the female classmate heard Qin Kun mention Prince Mi, her eyes lit up.

Come on, Prince Mi’s classmate, Qin Kunsuo, is feeling better: “There is no hotel nearby, and the deserted village in front is haunted at night, so don’t go there. Something happened to your school’s supernatural society last year, do you remember it? Stay away from this town at night. point."

This group of students was a little speechless. Why was the boss so verbose?

The female classmate was stunned: "Boss, why are you so familiar with our school?"

"Prince Mi is my nephew!"

The female classmate immediately changed her expression: "Ah, that's it. Hello boss, my name is Zhao Yitong. Just call me Tongtong..."

After the female classmate finished speaking, a group of students behind her were covered in cold sweat.

"When Senior Sister Zhao heard that the boss was Senior Mi's uncle, why did her whole person change..."

"That's Senior Mi, the best actor in the art academy, okay?"

"Who doesn't know that Senior Sister Zhao is in love with him?"

Qin Kun was also disgusted. To be honest, Qin Xue's nickname was Niuniu, but he had never called Qin Xue that way. Addressing her with double-digit names was always a minefield for straight men.

"Xiao Zhao, take your classmates away quickly. I'm closing too." Qin Kun waved his hand.

Xiao Zhao... This rustic name made Zhao Yitong bulge his cheeks. This boss looked young, so why was he so confused about the style?

"Okay boss, we are actually staying at Qingzhu Villa tonight. The brother of a classmate is a disciple of Qingzhu Shan. Do you know Qingzhu Shan?"

Qin Kun nodded, and Zhao Yitong said: "But the place is too big. We don't feel comfortable living there. We want to find a place where we feel comfortable."

After Qin Kun said that Qingzhu Mountain was the safest place nearby, he told them to give up the idea of ​​living outside.

"But you say Ghost Hunting Inn here! Is it true that it can't be occupied by people?"

"I said it was for ghosts."

Zhao Yitong's cheeks puffed up, "Humph, goodbye boss."

Qin Kun didn't care if a little girl as old as his sister was angry. He just hoped that these students wouldn't run around in the mountains.

In the evening, around 9 o'clock.

Chu Qianxun is here.

The sports car stopped in front of Qin Kun's shop, and Chu Qianxun walked in with his hands behind his back: "Brother Dog, do you miss me?"

The eldest lady was dressed in a workplace style today. Qin Kun was bored playing with his mobile phone: "I think you said you would pay me wages in the past two months, don't forget it."

Chu Qianxun rolled his eyes: "I just know money."

"Nonsense, if I don't have money, why don't I go drink the northwest wind?"

"You accompany the Tengu dignifiedly, and you bear the seal of ten deaths. How can you have no money? You can help people catch ghosts and make peace."

Take your word for it, the more developed the economy and culture are in a place, such as a city, the stronger the yang energy is, so the possibility of big ghosts appearing is extremely small. You little brat, if the yang energy you inhale is mixed, it will explode on its own, so you don’t dare to wait too long. Do you think ghosts are easy to catch?

You just happened to meet a rich man who asked you for help?

After chatting with Chu Qianxun for a few words, Chu Qianxun took out a newspaper.

An all-English newspaper, The Times.

"Look at this, half a month ago, the Shard exploded, and many people in London saw the shadow of the devil."

"Death rate skyrocketed in London that night."

A small section of The Times has reports like this every time.

But this time, Qin Kun was one of the parties involved.

"What's not a demon? Maybe it's a human."

"Brother Dog, it's basically impossible." The second half of the newspaper was spread out, and there were two large photos, but they were both very blurry.

The camera cannot capture ghosts, but the host is not a ghost.

Those two photos are of two people.

"Duke Laev, Shazhang..." Qin Kun murmured in his heart.

The Golden King did not appear, but they did.

Qin Kun never thought that one day he would see these guys in the newspaper.

Chu Qianxun felt that Qin Kun's expression was a little strange, "Have you seen them?"

"No...do you think it's a prank?"

Qin Kun didn't know whether he should tell them about the [survival mission].

None of them have been on the stage of life and death, have never been exposed to the plasma of the underworld, and probably do not have a mentor of ten deaths, so they do not know about [survival mission].

Qin Kun thought for a while and decided to forget it. They would know when it was time to know.

"Prank? Impossible!" Chu Qianxun's voice rose an octave, "I have been to Douzong, and this is internal information sent by the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation. The mother copy was sent by the European Ghost Parliament."

There are many photos in this information, either taken by surveillance cameras or accidentally taken by passers-by. The faces and styles of the people in them are particularly familiar.

The most familiar one is a one-eyed dragon, tall and ferocious.

‘Soul Eater’!

"This man...is also a demon?" Qin Kun was very surprised that the dead soul-eating demon actually appeared here.

Chu Qianxun nodded: "Probably, I heard that this person attacked the Holy See and was killed by a clergyman. Do you know these people?" Chu Qianxun looked at Qin Kun suspiciously.

Qin Kun raised his head in confusion: "You have asked this for the second time. Why do you care about this?"

Chu Qianxun said: "My grandfather said that you know them."