Ghost Shelter System

From the sixth to the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Kun stayed at the funeral home.

On the one hand, he gave guidance to Xiao Guo, and on the other hand, he practiced two new skills on his own.

The corpse-dismantling technique was initially effective. After more than a dozen corpses were passed, from the first glimpse of the door to the small success, Qin Kun verified that his cultivation method was correct.

The corpses were so miserable that even the two Fengdu disciples couldn't do anything about them, so Qin Kun took them all.

Incision, stuffing, sutures, massage, makeup, and pushing into the morgue.

As long as they are not smashed into a puddle of rotten flesh, Qin Kun is confident that they can basically restore their original appearance. Those who are in pieces are really helpless. The only bad thing is that those claw-like finger cots are getting slower and slower. They cannot be exchanged in the mall. They have been polished several times and become thinner and thinner, which consumes a lot of money.

On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the moon is bright.

Curator Wang took the tea cup and came quietly behind Qin Kun. He was a little puzzled when he saw Qin Kun wearing strange finger cots. Then he looked at the corpses, using the very small wounds as filling openings, and stuffed the filling glue into them. The back filling port was difficult to detect without suturing, and then I admired Qin Kun's craftsmanship. The techniques for handling corpses are best in Egypt, and the most important thing is that the incisions should be small.

Xiao Zhou and Xiao Guo noticed that Lao Wang was coming, stood at attention and bowed: "Master..."

Curator Wang made a silent gesture and watched Qin Kun complete the restoration of the body before approaching him.

The wound was smooth, and after applying makeup, he looked even more peaceful, just like before he was alive. If he saw it correctly, there was still a trace of yang energy pouring into it, which eliminated the ferocity on the face of the deceased.

Qin Kun pushed up the morgue and smiled at Director Wang: "Old Wang, you didn't even say a word when your son got married. Isn't it too unscrupulous?"

A group of people walked out of the sewing room. Qin Kun took off his gloves and washed his hands.

Director Wang snorted coldly and took a sip of tea: "I don't want to see any of those people from the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect, let alone other people from the Life and Death Dao. Xiao Qin, I wanted to call you, but I heard at that time You went to Sanfen Mountain and gave up the idea."

Qin Kun took out the red envelope that he had prepared long ago, and Director Wang accepted it without politeness.

In the disinfection room, just next to the suturing room, several people sat at the altar table, ate wine and food, and chatted.

Lao Wang is old and at least has no fighting spirit. Qin Kun can see that. While thanking Qin Kun for taking the time to teach Xiao Guo, he also asked Xiao Guo and Xiao Zhou to have a good relationship with Qin Kun. His intention to retire was very obvious.

After sending Xiao Zhou and Xiao Guo away, Lao Wang asked in a low voice: "What do you think of my two descendants?"

After drinking rice wine, Qin Kun picked up some vegetables and said to Lao Wang, "You're a bit young."

"You're not young anymore. Laoqu and I were only 16 when Master brought us in."

"The times are different." Qin Kun said contemptuously, "Xiao Zhou and Xiao Guo, one is 18 and the other is 19. They are in their prime of youth. They are too old to get this unit."

Lao Wang pursed his lips and said: "Okay, Maoshan Danhui has received the imperial edict and dares to educate the old leader."

Qin Kun was ashamed and grinned.

Lao Wang drank a glass of wine and smacked his tongue: "The two children were born in poverty. When I brought them to the city, I could only teach them my own craft. I don't know anything else. There is no way. Who among the children of rich families can do it?" Learn this kind of craft, but we have to find successors... Just think of it as me changing their lives."

After the two of them finished drinking a bottle of wine, Director Wang staggered out and hummed a ditty. It was "Meilong Town" that Uncle Qu often listened to during his lifetime. It tells the story of a young emperor who visits the people and meets a girl in a restaurant. Huailong was not accepted by the Empress Dowager, but after many hardships, the Empress Dowager abandoned her prejudices and enjoyed the story happily.

I don’t know if Lao Wang will be able to untie his knot and abandon his prejudice against the Southern and Northern sects in his lifetime.

…

Years later, life is back on track.

Qin Kun is much busier than usual. When he relaxes, he takes care of the business of his old store in Baihu Town. Most of the time, he helps at the funeral parlor. After Xu Facheng and Mo Wuji were promoted to the Super First Class, Maoshan and Fengduguan sent invitations to entertain everyone from the Dao of Life and Death. Qin Kun didn't bother and asked Chu Qianxun to bring his own gifts to congratulate them.

Funeral parlors are now more vibrant, at least relatively vibrant, because there are more and more young people.

Xiao Zhou and Xiao Guo are now Han Yao's right-hand assistants. Han Yao is in charge of the operation of the funeral parlor. They have contributed a lot. Lao Wang's retirement application was officially approved. They don't know how to get through the relationship, which really helped Han Yao. The position of the head of the funeral parlor.

Qin Kun guided Xiao Guo and helped him at the same time. After reaching the proficiency in dissecting corpses, the five finger cots were finally worn out and scrapped. However, the eighth prison among the nine prisons was opened.

'Ding! Congratulations to the host for opening the eighth hell of corpse dismemberment.’

Among the nine prisons, Qin Kun was the last one.

There are five realms of Qigong: first glimpse of the door, small success, comprehensive understanding, perfection, and reaching the pinnacle.

The cultivation of explosive energy is still at the level of "small success", and the progress is slow. I don't know if I can open the ninth hell with explosive energy, and I don't know when the explosive energy will reach "perfection".

March, spring has begun.

In the morning at Yanjiang Park, old men met for morning exercises.

The uncle's whip crackled, hitting the top spinning in the open space, Qin Kun's hand also crackled, hidden in the noise, no one heard it.

By the river, at the Guanlan Mansion, Tu Yong, the first son of Linjiang, saw Qin Kun coming for morning exercises again and stepped forward to say hello.

For a person like Tu Yong, the higher his status, the more regular his life. The son of a noble family who stood out from the chaotic life is now a good father and husband.

The five-year-old daughter, wearing a hoodie and a towel, ran behind her father. When she saw Qin Kun, she smiled sweetly: "Good morning, Uncle Qin!"

"Good morning, Rongrong!"

Qin Kun responded with a smile and said goodbye to the father and daughter.

On the park bench, Qin Kun sat down and flexed his fingers. Whenever the Yang Qi or Yin Qi were separated in his palms, the huge temperature difference between burning and cold was still unbearable, but he had gradually gotten used to it. Qin Kun once tested that the temperature in the palm of his hand would surge to 100 at that moment, but it would not burn the skin. Qin Kun didn't know what kind of magic this was.

"Qin Kun, aren't you busy during this time?"

After finishing his run, Tu Yong sat on a chair and handed Qin Kun a bottle of water.

"Not very busy. What about you? I heard from Tuwa that you have hired a few more bodyguards in Europe?"

Tu Yong smiled bitterly. The scene where the black umbrella mercenary he recruited last time was killed by Qin Kun was still vivid in his mind. He didn't even know what the deep hatred between Chinese Taoist priests and European mercenaries was, but he didn't dare to recruit them again.

"This time we are from the Siberian Ice Wolf Camp. I haven't offended your taboos..." Tu Yong paused, "That's great. If you want to offend your taboos, please tell me in advance. I will return the goods first..."

Qin Kun smiled: "We are all good people, how can we be described as heinous by you? In the world of life and death, there are some people who can circumvent the laws of various countries and commit crimes by virtue of their abilities. We are not targeting such people as specialized bodyguard killers."

Tu Yong curled his lips. Who knows if the bodyguard I hired is that kind of person? It's not up to you to decide.

"The Black Umbrella mercenaries didn't trouble you, did they?" Qin Kun asked after chatting for a while.

I remember one time, people from the Black Soul Cult kidnapped Tu Yong's wife and children in order to find him.

"Never again. In fact, some of my business partners will go there to hire bodyguards because the reputation is really good. But in recent months, I heard that the black umbrella mercenaries have disappeared. There is no trace of them through formal channels or underground channels."

Tu Yong said casually.

Um?

Qin Kun narrowed his eyes.

Don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.