Ghost Shelter System

April.

In a small town in the south, inside a hair salon.

The shop door has mottled white paint, and the chairs inside are still the most fashionable iron chairs more than ten years ago.

The posters of Teresa Teng on the walls have long since turned green and blue.

There was an old man and an old lady inside the store. When they saw Qin Kun come in, they looked at him.

After entering the mountain for half a year, Qin Kun had hardly taken care of his image. He had a messy beard and long hair hanging around his waist. If he hadn't been so handsome, the boss would have thought he was a lunatic.

"Young man, a haircut costs 5 yuan in our shop." The old man greeted.

The meaning of 5 yuan is that you may not be able to get the fashionable trim you want.

Qin Kun understood: "I saw it. Could you please help me shave my face? I'll give you 20."

Qin Kun sat on the chair and relaxed and lay down.

The old man saw Qin Kun's long hair falling behind the backrest and asked, "How can I fix my hair?"

"Take Lao Mo, don't make it too short."

Beat Lao Mo? !

In the eyes of barbers in the past, there were only two types of hairstyles, "Da Lao Mo" or "Ne Cao". The former had short hair and a bald head, while the latter had long hair.

In the mirror, the old man smiled and replaced the scissors he held with a razor: "Young man, you are an expert. I thought only our generation knew what it meant to beat old foam."

"A senior of mine mentioned this before, so I just remembered it. I just saw that you still have a shaver in your shop, so tell me and give it a try."

The old man weighed Qin Kun's hair and tutted: "It would be a pity to beat Lao Mo with this hair. Can I ask, why do you want to shave it short?"

"Get used to short hair."

"Then why do you keep it long?"

hiss

Why are there so many reasons to shave your head?

Qin Kun thought for a while: "As for the worry silk, if you keep it long, you are too lazy to cut it. You should shave it off when it's time."

The old man began to trim the ends of his hair and said to himself: "It doesn't mean you won't have troubles anymore if you shave it. Let's keep it."

The hair was only shortened, but still a bit long. The old man tied it up with a hair rope. Qin Kun tied his scalp tightly. It felt strange: "Boss, I have never seen you disrespecting the wishes of the guests so much..."

"The wishes of the guests may not be suitable for them. The young man is so brave, and the pigtails look great!"

"Boss...it looks a bit wild with pigtails..."

"Young man, you look even wilder."

Yes, this old man is determined that pigtails are suitable for him, but he has no idea.

Fortunately, my wish to shave my face was fulfilled.

After giving the money, Qin Kun looked at himself in the mirror, feeling a little strange.

Wearing long sleeves, a thin jacket, and pigtails, he didn't look like a serious person at first glance. He turned his palms and the sunglasses issued by the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation appeared and put them on his face. Qin Kun turned around and said, "What you want is This effect?"

"Yeah!"

Seeing that the 60-year-old boss still had the heart of a young and Dangerous boy, Qin Kun smiled wryly, lit a cigarette, and walked out of the barber shop.

"Young man!"

From behind, the boss shouted.

"What's wrong?"

"When I was young, I was as handsome as you!"

Qin Kun waved his hand and puffed away.

In the six months since he went up the mountain, Qin Kun felt that his personality had changed a lot, and he felt a little calm. Although there is tinkling of iron every day on the mountain, the monotonous sound is also another kind of silence.

You don’t have to think about what you have to deal with today, you don’t have to think about how to arrange your life, and you don’t have to think about many complicated things. It’s time to eat, it’s time to drink, it’s time to sleep.

Idle clouds and wild cranes are nothing more than that.

It was two years after Xu Facheng, Mo Wuji and others entered the world that Qin Kun was 'born'.

The phone rang, it was Ge Zhan.

"Kun..."

"Uncle Ge, do you miss me?"

"Bastard thing!"

On the other end of the phone, Ge Zhan suddenly became energetic.

"Hahahaha, I'm fine."

"What time will you return?"

Hua Tianshu may have spread the news about Qin Kun's descent from the mountain. Qin Kun thought for a while and suddenly said: "Uncle Ge, I won't go back for the time being. I want to walk around."

"Nonsense! How could you..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

On the other end of the phone is the old house in Kuishan.

Sao Konchen covered the phone and shook his head at Ge Zhan.

Ge Zhan stared at Zuo Jinchen for a long time, and then said to the phone: "Okay, pay attention to safety, the world is dangerous. Although I come from a secret sect, there are examples of being killed in sneak attacks throughout the ages. 'Wanshu Zhenren' Wu Yunzi Your head has been hung at the top of Jiangning City, and you are not invincible if you accompany the Tengu. Although it is safe at home, there are many people abroad who are watching you..."

What Ge Zhan was talking about was of course the Black Soul Sect and Japan, which he had enmity with. The Black Soul Sect had black umbrella mercenaries under its command, and Japan's Yin Yang Lao must also have its own secular weapons. If they were tricked, it would be difficult to defend against them.

When people get old, they just like to worry. Qin Kun said: "I know, pay attention to your health and take good care of Uncle Zuo next to you."

Ge Zhan was startled: "How do you know that Sao Jinchen is with me?"

"I really can't think of anyone else who dares to interrupt you except him. Even the other Heavenly Masters won't let you suddenly change your conversation."

Ge Zhan: "..., a dog's spirit."

Qin Kun had a dark face and hung up the phone. Is this a compliment?

…

After hanging up the phone, Ge Zhan looked at Sakonomi: "The Emperor's Armed Forces from Japan's Yin Yang Lao have come in, and the Black Soul Sect's Blood Turtle Dove has also come in. Do we really let him wander like this?"

Sakonomi snorted coldly: "Is it safe to hide in Linjiang?"

"At least I have a helper."

"Who can help him?"

"You won't help?" Ge Zhan's voice rose an octave higher: "Can't you help me?!"

Zuo Jinchen said contemptuously: "Why didn't you help Yang Shen back then?"

"How dare you mention it!"

"Wake up, old man. The road to accompany the tengu must be walked by themselves. It is all destined. How can you, an ordinary person, control your destiny?"

Ge Zhan was furious: "Noisy! You are a Western devil. You have been hiding in Europe for 30 years. Do you really think that no one can cure you?"

Seeing that the reasoning didn't make sense, Zuo Jinchen also got angry: "Come on! You stubborn old man, Zuo is afraid of you?!"

The old house in Kuishan was immediately tense. Jing Sansheng stood trembling at the door, followed by Chu Dao and Yu Yuexian, followed by Han Yao, Li Chong and Chai Ziyue.

"Uncle Jing, what should I do?" the juniors asked like quails.

Jing Sansheng looked at Chu Dao, who was shaking his head like a rattle. He looked at Yu Yuexian, who was applying the Vajra Talisman to his body with a black face.

Jing Sansheng took a deep breath, tore off the Vajra Talisman and stuck it on himself: "Everyone, stay back, don't get hurt, I'll go over and advise..."

"roll"

Everyone stayed away and watched as Jing Sansheng was kicked out with a huge force as soon as he entered.

In the house, the window glass was shattered by a wave of air, and a dragon roar roared out: "Zuo, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you really don't know how powerful I am, the mighty Tianlong!"

…

…

At night, the moon and stars are sparse.

The advantage of a small town is that the pace of life is slow.

The downside is security.

Sometimes, the atmosphere in small towns is more impetuous than in big cities.

Qin Kun lived in a guest house. Two groups of drunk people got into a fight downstairs. He was speechless.

This is an alley, a good place for a fight. The dispute seems to be over a woman.

There were a total of twelve people who took action, five against seven, all a group of young people from society.

Fists and kicks were mixed with swear words, and the woman who started the fight was leaning against the wall, smiling foolishly when she saw the male animal bleeding for her.

The woman was ordinary in appearance, but had thin skin and tender flesh, which was a bit cute. She looked at the two people who fell in a pool of blood, and she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes.

"You're in a good mood."

The woman was startled and found that at some point, there was a man next to her.

He has pigtails on his back, a strong body, and well-defined muscles, but not as abrupt as a bodybuilder.

"Who are you?"

The woman's smile faded and she shouted.