Ghost Shelter System

In late autumn, the cold wind howls.

At the end of November, it was a bit bleak.

On the streets of the old city, pedestrians have put on thick autumn clothes, and in the cold Linjiang City, the new year's magic attack has begun.

The cold streets correspond to warm restaurants.

At Zhou Yu Fresh Food Restaurant, the glass was filled with mist, and there were three firewood fish boiling in the pot. Qin Kun and Nie Yuxuan clinked their glasses and drank them all in one gulp.

"Not bad, not bad. When I was poor, the most luxurious thing was to come to this shop to eat firewood fish. The taste is still so good." Qin Kun sucked the fish head and chewed the fish eyes into his mouth.

"Qin Heigou, do you look too ugly when you eat?"

Nie Huzi held peanuts between his hands and looked at Qin Kun with disdain. These days, there are not many customers who can make a sizzling sound when eating fish in the store.

"Do you care? The fish heads are full of nutrients and the fish lips are delicious. Do you think you are wasting your food? There are more than one hundred fish!"

Nie Yuxuan said in a rough voice: "I treat you to fish and you still care so much! What's wrong with me not liking fish heads?"

Qin Kun said while eating: "Eat is a meal, don't make a fuss!"

"You were the one who started the trouble!"

"What I mean is that you can eat whatever you eat to replenish your eyesight. Fish eyes can improve your eyesight, and your fish mouth can moisturize your lips. Look at your eyes from smoking and drinking too much, and they look as hollow as a sick cat. I want you to take more replenishing food. Here, I'll give you these fish eyes." "

Nie Yuxuan threw it into his mouth like peanuts. It was as unpalatable as he imagined. He drank a glass of wine and said, "You still want to eat fish brains? This guy's memory is only seven seconds. The more he eats, the stupider he gets."

After hearing this, Qin Kun decided to let go of the fish head that was about to be sucked dry, and whispered: "Maybe the fish's memories are selectively forgotten by themselves. Maybe one day they will remember them all."

The conversation in the mist is basically the normal situation between the two of them.

Nie Yuxuan likes wine. Alcohol can paralyze and forget some unpleasant experiences. Qin Kun poked the fish head. He was talking about Nie Yuxuan, but he was also talking about himself.

Sometimes, some strange memory scenes will come to mind in his mind, and sometimes he will be very frightened, and his personality will change drastically. In the past few days, Qin Kun saw something again in his dreams.

Hell, thick earth, karmic fire, dark wind, tombs, etc., are like split personalities. The problem is, the memory slides by like a slide, and he still can't remember who he is in the memory.

And when I woke up from the dream, I had completely forgotten everything.

Torture.

The fragrant firewood fish made those who ate it worried. Nie Yuxuan smoked a cigarette and said, "I'm leaving Linjiang City."

Today I had dinner with Nie Huzi because he was leaving.

"Oh, where are you going?" Qin Kun asked while picking up some vegetables.

"Guandong. The General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation has called me back. I will go to Guandong to take charge."

"Can you do it?"

This question is not out of contempt for Nie Yuxuan's strength, but out of concern among friends. He vaguely heard that Nie Yuxuan killed a group of shamans there, including members of the shaman family, about ten years ago, and was expelled from the team by the organization. As a friend, Qin Kun did not believe that Nie Husband would kill innocent people indiscriminately, unless those people did something that was unacceptable to heaven and outraged by both humans and gods.

Nie Yuxuan shrugged: "It should be okay."

"When Wan Lang was in charge of the Magic City, you and Li Chong both went to help. Now it's not good for you alone. I happen to be free during this time, so why not..."

Nie Yuxuan interrupted Qin Kun: "No, you don't understand the situation there. Those shamans are mixed with ordinary Yang people. Some Yang people will be hired by the shamans to work for them and be their bodyguards. Everyone I have this in my hand.”

Nie Yuxuan gestured with his pistol. Only then did Qin Kun realize that Nie Yuxuan's eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

"In some places, the power of ghost hunters is not strong, and those dirty things are not necessarily that powerful, but mixed with the power of ordinary Yang people, it is enough to affect the local situation. Qin Kun, do you know what the master said about you?"

Uncle Ge?

"What did he say about me?"

"The concept of right and wrong is too strong, and the appearance is controlled. Like senior Yang Shen, he either cannot achieve great things, or he can only become a tragic hero."

Qin Kun felt that this evaluation was not fair at all.

It was also the first time for Qin Kun to hear someone commenting on him like this.

Although praised and criticized at the same time, he is still a senior in the path of life and death.

However, Qin Kun understood what Nie Yuxuan meant. Nie Huzi was saying that he could not handle the complicated situation.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Kun made no excuses.

After finishing the meal, Nie Husband left with a backpack on his back. I'm taking the train tonight, and I don't know when I'll be back.

On the street, Qin Kun frowned and watched the taxi drive away. No one knew what he was thinking.

…

At the corner of Zhou Yu Fresh Food Restaurant, two old men stood there.

An old man is tall and burly, not angry and intimidating.

The other one is older and looks like a Taoist priest with an immortal style.

"Junior Brother Jing, do you really want this child Yu Xuan to return to Guandong? I have divined three times, and his fate may not be good." The old Taoist priest said worriedly.

"Chu Laoxian, we have many disciples of Douzong, can you take care of it!!!" The burly old man glared at the Taoist priest, saw Nie Yuxuan getting into the taxi, and turned around to leave.

The old man's eyes were red with tears in his eyes. When Nie Yuxuan went crazy in Guandong and killed dozens of people, his brain was injured by evil magic. The General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation originally wanted to execute him secretly, but his uncle Ge Zhan tried his best. He was saved and was ordered to stay in Bailong Temple for ten years without compensation.

This is his eldest disciple, the elder brother of the younger generation of Douzong. Compared with Li Chong, Nie Yuxuancai is more like Jing Sansheng's son.

Picking up the phone, Jing Sansheng hesitated but dialed a number.

"Hey, Feng Qiang."

In the underground office of the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation in Yanjing, a middle-aged man in uniform sat behind the desk. The black uniform was different from the dress of any establishment unit. The man's eyes were hidden in the darkness, and he wore a pair of iron boots. On the table, I was not surprised at all when I received this call.

"Jing Sansheng, I haven't heard your voice for a long time. I don't know what I'm doing today." The middle-aged man's voice was very relaxed, as if he was chatting about family matters, but his tone was not intimate.

"If there are any other tasks over there in Kanto, I can help."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man in uniform played with the gloves on the table and said unexpectedly: "This leader of Douzong who didn't even listen to his uncle's words at the beginning, this Taoist priest who wanted to leave the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation at the beginning, actually wanted to do it for Our General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation has done something? Huh? Tell me, what are your conditions?"

"You know! I want my apprentice to be safe!"

"That's impossible. Everyone has a mission. Anyone who can be called a mission will face unknown dangers."

"Feng Qiang, we are Taoist priests, and Nie Yuxuan is here to quell the bandits for you! They have guns!"

"He is also the team leader of our General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation. What qualifications do you have to ask me to grant him special privileges?!"

The middle-aged man sneered: "Jing Sansheng, don't you know how many people your eldest disciple killed ten years ago? I helped you suppress it for Ge Zhan's sake. Six years ago, your son was killed in Nan Don't you know how many people Ling has killed? For Ge Zhan's sake, I helped you suppress it. Now you want to protect Team Leader Nie's foothold in Kanto, right? But Ge Zhan's face has been used up. Why do you want to impose conditions on me?"

Jing Sansheng held the phone in his hand, his knuckles turning white: "Don't you know who they killed?"

"Just because I know better, they are alive now! Do you understand?" Feng Qiang shouted loudly, "Do you think I have the final say in the General Bureau of Spiritual Detectives? My old man and Yang Shen are of the same generation, and he is a spiritual detective. The founding father of the General Administration, who claims to be a national scholar, doesn’t even look down on your uncle, what can I do?!”

Jing Sansheng was speechless: "But... Yu Xuan is sitting in the open, so there will definitely be danger. That is the living target you sent!!!"

"Hmph! He wanted to live with his inner demons, and he volunteered to be bait. Can I care?" Feng Qiang said coldly: "The European Ghost Parliament has sent news that there is chaos over there, with more than 600 casualties. What am I doing now? I don’t ask for anything, I just want China to be safe until I retire. Jing Sansheng, give you a way, if you do it, I will use my connections to mobilize armed forces to help you as a disciple."

"you say."

"The Kanto generation is close to the Russian border. Several Yamato Onmyoji have an affair with some underground active arms dealers. They currently owe 11 life debts. My request is to kill them all. And their families, tell them that this is a spiritual debt. Revenge from the General Investigation Bureau!”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Jing Sansheng stood there silently.

His expression was bitter, and there was a ruthlessness in his eyes that was more shocking than Nie's beard.