Ghost Shelter System

Qin Kun was also tired and fell asleep at some point.

When I got up again, it was already dark.

The smell of cigarette smoke is gone in the bedroom, and there is a humidifier dripping with fragrance next to it. The grapefruit-flavored smoke seems to have the same effect of purifying odors as grapefruit peel.

Qin Kun left the house in confusion.

The living room was neatly tidied, including the several "Hell Sutra Changes" pictures on the wall that Qin Kun had never paid attention to. They were also dusted. Qin Kun didn't know when there was a sweeping robot in the house. Feather duster, he didn’t know either. As for the big scorpion pillow that suddenly appeared on the sofa and the lazy sofa that sank into it as soon as he sat down in the living room, Qin Kun didn't even know where it came from.

The clothes have been washed, and Qin Kun is holding the washed pajamas in his arms. Although not as manly as his home T-shirt, it seems to have a different feeling.

"Hello."

Qin Kun shouted when he saw someone busy in the kitchen.

It was a woman with her hair tied back, holding a lollipop in her mouth, and poking at the pot with a spatula.

"Huh?" The woman turned her head and looked at Qin Kun doubtfully with her black jewel-like eyes.

With delicate facial features, fair skin, and the apron he was wearing, Qin Kun was stunned for a moment. When Du Qinghan turned around, he felt a little confused for some reason.

"Ahem, where are the T-shirts in my wardrobe?" Qin Kun suppressed his emotions and asked.

"They've all been washed. The pajamas in your hand are newly bought for you. Do you like them?"

The woman's attitude was particularly cold, and Qin Kun had a strange feeling, as if she wanted to be closely involved in his life, but was alienated from feelings.

Qin Kun felt a little aggrieved: "This is my home."

"Well, what do you want to say?"

"You don't recognize me now?"

"Yes, I don't know why, some memories are missing."

"You don't know me. You clean my house and wash my clothes, and now you're still cooking in the kitchen. Why?"

Du Qinghan bit the lollipop in his mouth, flicked the stick, and threw it into the trash can accurately.

"I remember I said before that my uncle is dead, the shopkeeper is dead, and now Gu Shunzi is about to die too. I want you to remember me, at least make me feel alive, that's all." Du Qinghan replied Serious.

"You are crazy!" Qin Kun replied.

Du Qinghan poured a pot of stewed vegetables into a large bowl, carried the bowl back to the living room, and said as he walked: "Anyone in this world who can be influenced by emotions is a lunatic, and only saints are indifferent. I am not a saint. , I really care about whether others remember me, can’t I?”

“There are many ways to make others remember you!”

"But I don't want to be remembered by irrelevant people. That doesn't make sense to me."

Qin Kun remembered that Du Qinghan once said that she robbed tombs in order to explore the meaning of life. Now it seems that she has almost explored the meaning of life. She has no memory of the whole person and speaks so philosophically. She has never discussed things with anyone so hard. , I can roughly understand what she said, but I don’t understand it at all.

Well, it's ridiculous to bother trying to understand someone who is searching for the meaning of life, and it seems ignorant. It's better to fill your stomach.

In the bowl was a stew of stewed vegetables. Du Qinghan brought out another steamer. The pot was filled with hot steamed buns. There were pickles and chili sauce in the small plate. In the other pot, there was porridge.

Du Qinghan is from the north, and this dish is also made in the north.

Du Qinghan didn't even know how to cook noodles last time I came here, but this time he learned how to cook them from somewhere, and it was quite appetizing.

Qin Kun was eating, and all the ghost servants came out.

Curious people such as Eunuch Chang, Tea Fairy and Ghost and others are quietly asking, "Who is that woman?"

"Miss Du, now it seems that she is probably the mistress." Peipi held a grass branch in his mouth and swallowed when he saw a table of fragrant food. He wanted to eat it too.

"Mother?"

Eunuch Chang was startled. This was a big deal. He looked at Peipi and said, "Would you like to match the horoscopes? Although the Za family cannot marry a wife, we have heard the word 'matches are made in heaven' in the palace. If the horoscopes are not compatible, something will happen!"

Peipi curled his lips: "Pull him down, you are superstitious."

Eunuch Chang was furious: "We are all ghosts, why can't we be superstitious!"

Peipei was startled: "What you said makes sense, but I have to practice."

The ghosts who were watching the fun dispersed one after another. It was better to leave the living room to the master first. If he saw something he shouldn't have seen and was jealous, it would be more than worth the loss.

Niu Meng also glanced at the two people eating, patted Eunuch Chang on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Old Chang, please mind your own business, be careful not to have your offerings stolen."

"Is this a trivial matter?! This is a lifelong event for our master!"

Niu Meng curled his lips: "Lao Niu thinks that except for the two of them, everyone else is idle, and idlers must be meddling in their own business. Is this true? Besides, you are not even a human being, you are a ghost. ! Why do you care so much?"

When Eunuch Chang saw Niu Meng leaving, he looked stunned and was speechless for a long time.

After dinner, Qin Kun saw Du Qinghan washing pots and dishes, while he sat on the sofa with a confused look on his face.

I pinched myself angrily a few times, feeling that I was not dreaming.

I went out to work hard for a month. Did God give me a blessing after seeing that I worked too hard? I got a girl who can take care of the housework, wash and cook, which is so cool...

However, Du Qinghan didn't like communicating with Qin Kun. He was always cold and cold. After finishing his work, he would do his own things, watch his own TV, play with his own mobile phone, and even go for a walk by himself. When it was time to go to bed, he would only sleep in the master bedroom. And he left a door open for Qin Kun.

Qin Kun went in out of curiosity, thinking he was in for a surprise, but he was met with several flying knives, and he hurriedly retreated. Hearing the flying knife stabbing behind the door, Qin Kun sighed and said he should go back to the study to sleep. If the tofu was not eaten and the little brother was cut, it would be a tragedy. With Du Qinghan's current state, this kind of thing is really possible.

With more people and no communication, Qin Kun could only do his own thing. The long night was long and he had no intention of sleeping. After taking a bath and relaxing for a while, he felt that the City of Ten Deaths should be a good place.

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Golden clouds, scorched earth, and blood mist.

Qin Kun fell from mid-air, adjusted his body shape vigorously, and landed steadily.

The nameless neighborhood turned into Genshan Prison, everything familiar became unfamiliar, and the characters closely related to him disappeared. Qin Kun had become accustomed to the new City of Ten Deaths after coming in several times.

Kunlun Tomb is a bit deserted, but this is where the ghosts are most at ease. When they come here, they are theoretically unrestrained.

Qin Kun suddenly remembered something.

"Skin it off!"

Peipei, who was sparring with the Hanged Ghost, was startled when he heard Qin Kun calling him and ran over quickly.

"Brother Kun, is something wrong?" Peipi asked suspiciously.

Qin Kun flipped his palm and took out an urn from the elastic space: "This is for you."

The Skinned Ghost opened the urn, a wisp of green smoke came out, and turned into a woman.