Ghost Shelter System

Recently, Qin Kun felt that he was in trouble.

I just came back from the boat trip and had to take the boat out to sea again.

To be honest, he had little interest in taking a boat ride. People with an impatient temper are not suitable for this slow way of traveling.

In fact, the speed of the cruise ship is not slow. It is just that there are no reference objects around it, which makes it seem so slow.

There is a lonely and claustrophobic feeling at night at sea.

We can see the stars today, but apart from that, there is nothing else in the world. The cruise ship is brightly lit, but it is as small as a drop in the ocean. It is pitifully small.

"Brother Kun, the scenery here is so beautiful..."

On the deck, the cow stared fiercely at the stars.

For a sinister soldier, he may never have the opportunity to look at the stars on the sea.

Seeing Niu Meng's obsession, the Skinned Ghost held a grass branch in his mouth and pursed his lips: "That's it, Brother Niu, I didn't find you to be so elegant when I was in Linjiang."

"You know what the hell, the starry sky on the sea is different from that on land."

Niu Meng looked at it with disdain, as if it were skinned. It was not speculative to talk about such a rough embryo.

Peipei looked at the ghosts around him with a grimace: "Is he possessed by evil spirits?"

Ma Lie, who was standing next to him, raised his head and came over: "Lao Niu used to like to hang out with those arty Confucian scholars. Don't you want others to have some personal hobbies?"

Ma Lie also rolled his eyes at Peipei, and left with Niu Meng, leaving Peipei alone and depressed, standing messy in the wind. What kind of personal hobby did it not match his temperament at all?

The ghost guards gathered next to Qin Kun to relax and enjoy the tranquility of the sea. Qin Kun lit a cigarette and blew the sea breeze. He couldn't say what he felt, but it was definitely not relaxing and comfortable.

Behind the deck is a Western restaurant. It is now 10:30 in the evening, and there are still many people in the restaurant eating, or discussing things in the name of eating.

A table of guests dispersed, and one of the men seemed to have spotted Qin Kun and walked out.

"Mr. Qin?" The man's voice was unexpected.

Qin Kun narrowed his eyes. He saw that the man had a long back and a steady expression. He was about thirty years old. His eyebrows looked like that of an old friend. Of course, this man was the son of that old friend.

"Feng Dong? Feng Qiang sent you here?"

The man in front of him is Feng Dong, the son of Feng Qiang, one of the twelve investigators of the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation.

Feng Dong met Qin Kun twice with his father, and he also knew that Qin Kun's status in the General Administration was extraordinary. He never knew how strong Qin Kun was, but he did not dare to neglect him.

After hearing Qin Kun's question, Feng Dong was confused.

"Send me? What are you sending me for? A while ago, I made a mistake when adjusting the relationship with the seaside gate. My father asked me to go to sea to relax and reflect. Why is Mr. Qin here?"

When Feng Dong came over, he suddenly shuddered, turned around suddenly, and a shadow disappeared.

Feng Dong was sweating coldly: "Evil mourning? Mr. Qin, that shadow just now... was your ghost, right?"

Qin Kun smiled and did not mention the ghost incident. Instead, he looked at Feng Dong, who had a serious look on his face: He is really the stupid son of the bureau chief. I've come here, but I don't know where this place is.

"I also go to sea to relax." Qin Kun said.

"I heard that this cruise ship was chartered by a wealthy businessman. How did you get on it?" Feng Dong asked curiously.

"What about you?" Qin Kun asked.

"A friend of mine invited me here. You should know Fang Hao, Yangcheng Teke."

"What a coincidence, Guandong Teco, Nie Yuxuan invited me here."

At this point, no matter how stupid Feng Dong was, he still heard something.

Fang Hao and Nie Yuxuan are both generals in charge of the Spiritual Detection Department. No matter how coincidental it is, they will not be interested in a cruise ship at the same time.

He lowered his voice and said: "Mr. Qin, you and my father are on equal terms. Although I don't know when you established the friendship. But I regard you as an uncle in my heart. You should at least reveal the news to me. What on earth is this? What ship? Why am I here?"

As soon as Qin Kun heard this, he knew that Feng Dong was not going to today's banquet. The Dragon Gate Club was a Jianghu matter, so it was normal that he was not allowed to enter. But since there is old history, Qin Kun doesn't mind telling Feng Dong something.

After telling everything he knew, Feng Dong finally understood.

After working on it for a long time, I was sent here to relax and understand the situation of the Dragon Gate Society.

Feng Dong smiled bitterly: "I'm just going to tell you why the funds for this overseas trip were taken from the public account. I used to think that my father was using public money for personal gain, but now I understand..."

Feng Dong is an upright young man. Although he looks very similar to Feng Qiang back then, he does not have Feng Qiang's dandy temperament. Generally speaking, he is a decent person. Qin Kun is not close to him, but he does not dislike him.

After chatting with Feng Dong for a while, he said goodbye. Every night's diary was also one of the tasks of the General Bureau investigator, and he had to go back to catch up on the diary.

The deck was quiet again.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Qin Kun stretched himself and was about to go back to his room to rest when he suddenly saw three thick columns of smoke rising straight into the night sky from the cruise ship's chimney.

"Huh?"

Qin Kun's nose twitched and his brows furrowed, "The smell of incense?"

The sea breeze was mixed with the faint smell of incense, and Qin Kun was sure that he smelled it right.

What age is this? We shouldn’t rely on burning incense and paper to drive a cruise ship, right?

Thick smoke billowed and the smell of incense became stronger. It was obvious that a large amount of incense paper money had been ignited and reduced to ashes in a short period of time.

"Brother Kun, is the cruise ship turning?"

Next to him, Niu Meng, who was looking at the stars, felt that something was wrong with the starry sky and asked. Qin Kun instantly opened his eyes to look down.

The cruise ship is indeed turning, making a U-turn in the direction where the richness is drifting away!

Suddenly, as far as the eye could see, Qin Kun discovered that there were more than a dozen lifeboats tied in a line near the bow bilge and floating along the water. There were people lying on those lifeboats.

dead?

His face was blue and black, he was wearing a shroud, covered with a quilt, and had a large inscription "Die" written on it.

Their eyes were gouged out, and there was a luminous pearl embedded in their eye sockets and mouths, which made their faces become even more gloomy!

Eighteen corpses!

Qin Kun quickly came to the guest room and knocked on a door.

"Master Qin? I came here unexpectedly in the middle of the night. Is there something urgent?"

The person who opened the door was Old Man Xunsongxun, the great fisherman of Wuzhou Fishing House.

Qin Kun got straight to the point: "Mr. Xun, could you please tell me what's going on with the eighteen corpses?"

No preface, no postscript, just ask directly. Qin Kun didn't think this was the case, and the other party didn't understand.

Xun Song was startled, and then sighed after a long while: "On the night of Longmen at midnight, eighteen sacrifices were made to the corpses in the sea. Don't get me wrong, Mr. Qin, these are disciples who died in Yulong Mountain in the past hundred years. The corpses were frozen and stored until the Dragon Gate meeting. Those who open the spirit barrier. Ordinary disciples are not qualified to offer sacrifices to the sea."

The sects of the Tao of Life and Death also have their own rituals. The rituals of Yulong Mountain are the corpses sacrificed to the sea when the Dragon Gate Conference is held.

As a funeral practitioner, Qin Kun did not agree with this, but he had no objection. If it was a rule handed down, if no one objected, and if the deceased agreed before his death, Qin Kun didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

The Sky Eye was in the sky outside the cabin and saw eighteen corpses drifting away with the waves. Qin Kun retracted his thoughts and looked at Xun Song: "Did you just say that these sea sacrifice corpses are used to open spiritual gates?"

Opening the Lingguan means that the next step is to take the Yin path!

This is the first time Qin Kun heard that there are also spiritual gates on the sea!

Xun Song nodded.

"It's hard to find the spiritual pass on the sea, so you have to have the great incense that reaches the sky and the sacrifice to the sea corpse. Since you saw the sacrifice to the sea corpse, you should also have seen the three pillars of the great incense that reach the sky, right?"

Under the eyes of the sky, the smoke column in the chimney rushed into the starry sky, and the thick smoke billowed. Qin Kun couldn't help but nodded.

It turns out that this is how the cigarette is used.