Ghost Shelter System

In Wuzhou Yulou, starting from the investigation of the video of the family being wiped out that day by the Spiritual Investigation Department, very little information was obtained from the investigation of the whereabouts of those people.

Xun Song felt that it would take at least two days to find out the general traces of that group of people.

While he was busy, he suddenly received a call from Qin Kun, which gave Xun Song other ideas.

Mr. Xun immediately ordered to go down and check some irrelevant people, so the fishermen of Wuzhou Fishing House began to investigate.

Sure enough, at 10 o'clock in the evening, the first common thread was sent to Qin Kun's mobile phone.

"Eighteen of them died of heart failure."

Heart failure is a type of sudden death. Sudden death does not belong to external causes such as violence, blood loss, suicide, poisoning, drowning, etc. It is completely consistent with the signs of death caused by ghost magic.

Qin Kun was sitting in the guest house, his thoughts gradually becoming clearer.

It seems that this group of people is more or less connected to the Black Soul Sect!

At 9 o'clock in the morning on the third day, the second common point was sent to Qin Kun's mobile phone.

"Thirteen of them are said to be believers and their religion is unknown."

Qin Kun was sitting in the office of the Spiritual Detection Department, just waiting for Mr. Xun's next message to appear. He believed that the next message would definitely lead to a clear path.

At 8 p.m., the third message was sent.

"The Great Freedom Sect! The address is unknown, the number of people is unknown, and the origin is unknown. There are traces of it in Southeast Asia, Japan, South Korea, and Europe."

Qin Kun came to the guest house. The doors of several comrades were open. He only heard a "let's go" and walked out one after another.

"Any news?"

Qin Kun showed them three messages from Mr. Xun.

Monk Huanggu asked doubtfully: "Donor Qin, although this religion may be the Black Soul Sect you mentioned, its address is unknown. Where should we find it?"

Qin Kun did not reply, but asked Captain Meng: "Where is the nursing home for veteran cadres in Wuzhou City?"

…

A van drove out from the Spiritual Detection Department. In the car were the Cang Daoist priest, Huanggu monk, Zhao Wumian, Hei Po and the funeral parlor Lao Jin. Qin Kun drove the car to the entrance of the alley and turned around and said: "Comrades, , is there anyone who is good at stealth tracking?"

After Qin Kun finished speaking, the others looked at Monk Huanggu.

Monk Huanggu clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the poor monk's magic is low and he is unfortunately good at it. What does Qin Donor need the poor monk to do?"

Qin Kun said with a smile: "Can you do it by staring at Captain Meng and that clerk Xiao Li?"

The atmosphere in the car suddenly turned cold.

Captain Meng... Section member Xiao Li?

Isn't that one of your own?

Everyone knows that Qin Kun is here to represent the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, but you actually want me to keep an eye on them?

Monk Huanggu came over understandingly and asked in a low voice: "Donor Qin, do you think there is a ghost inside?"

Qin Kun nodded: "Not sure. I just think it's a bit of a coincidence. On the day of the incident, everyone from the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation was there, but Captain Meng was out on a mission, and section officer Xiao Li also had something to do. The timing of the two leaving was too coincidental. It’s not a task. Master, keep an eye on them for me, okay?”

"I am willing to be sent!" Monk Huanggu got out of the car and knocked on Qin Kun's window again, "Donor Qin, there is one more thing. If they are weird, how can the poor monk inform you?"

The monk blinked. After all, he didn't have a mobile phone or anything.

Qin Kun was speechless, took a piece of paper and wrote his phone number on it: "Just call me!"

…

Wuzhou City Veterans Sanatorium, if you remember correctly, Qin Kun came here during the second Nanzong Taoist meeting. In order to verify whether this place was the same as the place in Guisan Pass, Qin Kun found the place in his memory, took out a piece of paper, wrote the words and lit it.

"What is Mr. Qin doing?"

The van drove to an open space not far from the nursing home. Chief Cang and Zhao Wumian looked at Qin Kun's actions and were surprised.

Hei Po was stunned for a moment, then she said with a smile: "It's actually Yan Junjian! This is to deliver a message to the ghosts."

Sure enough, after a while, a plume of green smoke came out from where the paper was burning, and a little devil came out with its head poked out.

"Hu Lang travels to a thousand graves, and the kid passes through a foreign land! Who calls Hu Lang Shang???"

The kid found that there was a Taoist priest and a goddess standing in front of him. He was covered in cold sweat, ready to run away at any moment.

Looking at this brat with sinister features, Qin Kun said, "Guo Yazi, do you remember me?"

The kid suddenly heard someone calling his name. He was stunned at first, and then overjoyed.

"Master, it's you! Are you still buying heads this time?"

Sure enough, the Three Ghost Passes are not some illusory fantasy at all. This mutual businessman's teeth are real.

Qin Kun said: "I don't want to buy my head. I want to ask you something."

A stack of ghost coins was thrown over, and Guo Yazi was flattered. The five elements of the underworld (hang) were the foot teeth of the car and boat shop. He was the kid from the tooth shop and the head of the tooth shop. He knew Qin Kun last year. He was a generous person. I bought three heads and gave him 30 stacks of underworld coins, which together were richer than the incense at the consecration ceremony.

When he saw Qin Kun again this time, he knew that business was coming.

"Master, please tell me. I know everything I know."

"Where is the Great Freedom Sect?"

Guo Yazi was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly and said: "Master, I'm afraid you're joking, aren't you... the one taught by Great Freedom?"

Seeing Qin Kun smiling and saying nothing, Guo Yazi swallowed his saliva and said with a crying face: "I really don't know about this."

Another three stacks of ghost coins passed by.

"Guo Yazi, what are you worried about?"

Guo Yazi smiled bitterly: "Master, I really don't know. No matter how many offerings you make, it's all useless."

"Don't be impatient. Think slowly. If you don't figure it out, you can't leave."

Qin Kun threw away 3 more wads. He was not impatient or impatient. The coins he gave this time were all rent collected from the [Hell Realm], and he didn't feel bad at all.

While Qin Kun was talking, the four people, Chief Cang, Zhao Wumian, Hei Po and Lao Jin, surrounded Guo Yazi in a tacit understanding.

When Guo Yazi found out, it was already too late. He was crying and mourning, which was uglier than a dead relative.

"Master! There are rules in our profession!"

"Jie, Jie, Jie, Jie, there are no rules at all when it comes to teething. Kid, my mother-in-law has dealt with teething in the underworld, so don't be pretentious!"

Hei Po also had a lot of yin energy all over her body. The old woman stared at Guo Yazi's face with an unkind expression.

Everyone has been waiting impatiently these days. A clue finally appeared, how could we let it go in vain?

Qin Kun threw 3 more wads of Ming coins, adding up to 10 wads.

"Guo Yazi, I won't embarrass you. Let me tell you what you can say first."

The other party has given you enough face and dignity, and has prepared a posture for you to be polite first and then attack. Guo Yazi said that his life was at stake. If he didn't know what was good for him, they would kill him in the next moment.

He sucked a bunch of Ming coins into his belly, and then said quietly: "Oh, okay, since the master asked, I will tell you what I know."

Guo Yazi cleared his throat and began to sing: "The city in the vast fog was originally a place of lost souls. The ghosts of lost souls lived in Guidawan. On the Guidawan was the Hebo Temple, and there was Hebo in the temple. The blood grave is inhabited by old ghosts who became spirits and countless souls. The Hebo Temple was demolished, leaving homeless souls. The old ghost took those souls and lived in the pier under the bridge. Since then, there have been One day, a group of strange people came, captured the soul, and occupied the pier, leaving the old ghost alone..."

After singing, the song was eerie and melodious. Guo Yazi returned the remaining 9 stacks of Ming coins and cupped his hands towards Qin Kun: "Master, there are really rules, I can only say this."

Guo Yazi was about to leave, but suddenly a net covered him.

In Qin Kun's hand, under the hood of Ming Luo intertwined by Dayan Ming's hands, Guo Yazi was covered and buckled down by an urn.

"Master! What are you doing!"

"Stay inside obediently. The information we are looking for about you cannot be bought away. I will wrong you for a while."

"Master! Please let me go, I will definitely tell others!"

"Of course I believe you won't tell others. Aren't you afraid that you will be threatened? Don't worry, I will protect you."

In the urn, there were endless pleadings. Qin Kun turned a deaf ear and said to everyone: "Do you know where the place he sang is?"

Cang Yichang smiled confidently: "I know. Since it is that special bridge pier, Pindao naturally knows about it. When the piling was driven, Pindao was present."