Ghost Shelter System

Linjiang City Funeral Home, Qin Kun Office.

Having just finished his shift, Qin Kun leaned on his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Now, he has two more functions in his mind.

Contracted Fighter: 0

Introduction: Ten Death City Mentors, contract masters, can sign contracts with hosts below level 30. Consumes 5 drops of vaginal plasma.

Reward: If the contracted fighter wins 5 games in a row, he will receive 1 drop of infernal plasma in each game. After 5 games, you will get 2 drops of vaginal plasma for each win. Each time you can gamble with the contracted fighter's mentor, the minimum is 100 merits and the upper limit is 50,000 merits.

Note: One day, you will be filled with peaches and plums all over the world.

Qin Kun can understand this function at a glance. The reason is that he is a contracted fighter. The gladiator who was squeezed back then can finally stand up and become the master.

During the exchange in the City of Ten Deaths, the item 'Contract of Ten Deaths' appeared, but Qin Kun did not want to spend the price of 5 drops of Yin Cao's plasma.

He now has a total of 30 drops of Yin Cao plasma. The currently open exchanges are: Blood Corpse Substance (12 drops), Ten Death Contract (5 drops), Underworld Dao Fruit (30 drops, which increases the potential value of ghosts by 10 points. Each ghost Can be taken once if necessary)

In addition, there is another function

Introduction: Every ghost has potential that can be tapped.

Potential division:

Wandering Soul Pawn (0~49),

One side is sloppy (50~69),

Fierce and compelling (70~79),

Evil comes to the world (80~89),

The peerless ghost general (90~99),

Haunted by a Yin Dragon (100).

Niu Meng: 90

A Chou: 75

Skinner: 83

Headless Ghost: 81

Laughing Ghost: 87

Xu Tao: 80

Wedding Dress Ghost: 92

Water Monk: 87

Note: Potential can be changed by acquired training environment.

Qin Kun saw that in his vote of ghosts, the ones who got 90 were Niu Meng and Wedding Clothes Ghost. The Wedding Clothes Ghost had a mysterious origin. He had fought against Longhuai Ghost King and had high potential. Qin Kun understood it, but he didn't expect Niu Meng to be on the list too. 90, which made him somewhat relieved.

But other ghosts, except for the newly acquired Water Monk and the Laughing Imp with 87, the others are average.

But Qin Kun doesn't mind. Qin Kun is not the kind of person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. He has to have many awesome people under his command. Besides, these ghosts are now at the level of evil spirits, and they are powerful enough to pull them out. .

After Qin Kun won the PK with Bat Emperor Innocci, he had another chance to increase the potential of Guizhan. He didn't want to use it yet. Even if he raised the potential of Niu Meng and Marrying Ghost now, their levels were not that high. It’s better to save it first.

Jingle Bell--

When the cell phone rang, Qin Kun recovered his thoughts, took out his cell phone and saw that it was Qin Xue's call.

After the Chinese New Year, Qin Xue went back to school directly. It was already mid-March in the Gregorian calendar and he hadn't seen her for almost two months.

"Hello? Xiaoxue."

"Brother! Did you miss me?"

Smelly girl, pretentious.

Qin Kun curled his lips angrily, but he was still very happy in his heart.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Qin Xue muttered: "Disgusting! Not enthusiastic at all, you deserve to be beaten!"

Qin Kun was furious, "Hey, you little girl, how can you talk? Is someone bullying you or you don't have enough money?"

Qin Kun touched his pocket and found that he only had 50,000 to 60,000 yuan now, and all the money was spent on decoration, but it was okay to give Qin Xue some money. After all, we are just a precious sister.

"Hey, who dares to bully me? Our school will have a sports meeting soon. Will you come? This weekend." Qin Xue asked.

Today is only Monday, and there is still a week to go. Qin Kun is still very happy to go to school. Only by being with young people can he feel the vitality.

In his kind of work, he only comes into contact with old men and dead people, which is too depressing.

"Well, I should be able to go, I have to check the time."

Spring is here, what's the point of not having a spring outing? Watching young people running, jumping high jumps, girls cheerleading for a dance, shouting "Come on, seniors" in a tired voice, Qin Kun feels happy just thinking about it.

He is only 23 years old this year.

Qin Xue said happily: "Okay, you must come. I'm from the school's art department. Watch me dance cheerleading when the time comes!" After that, Qin Xue hung up the phone.

Eh?

What the hell is cheerleading?

Qin Kun was suspicious. It seemed like the cheerleading team was doing it?

Hmm... If I were a cheerleader, wouldn't my clothes be a little too revealing? Should I take care of it?

Qin Kun was hesitant. After all, Qin Xue was pretty good-looking, but his father had specifically told him not to fall in love during his freshman year.

"Damn! When did you become a crazy girl-sitter?" Qin Kun forced himself not to think so much. He was too worried and worried about Qin Xue too much, but Qin Xue would not grow up. Anyway, the person she looks for in the future will have to be something she can pass by, so let’s not think about it so much for the time being.

Another mission this week is to go to the University Town of Yangliu District to collect an evil ghost. I just happened to go and have a look. Qin Kun decided.

…

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

On Friday night, Qin Kun arrived near the university town.

The place where he lived was a studio, Yuan Xinghan's studio.

This painter did not choose to move his studio away from the busy city and live in seclusion in the mountains. Instead, he stayed hidden in the city like a row of public studios.

As the saying goes, the great hermits are hidden in the city. Qin Kun looked out and curiously looked at a row of villas a hundred meters away: "Brother Yuan, I don't believe you said that the great hermits are hidden in the city, but I never thought that staying here would still be possible. You can see Sister Jiang Lan’s home, are you sure you don’t think it’s more convenient for a tryst here?”

Yuan Xinghan staggered and turned his head resentfully: "Director Qin, can you stop joking while I'm painting? I broke the painting again..."

Looking at Yuan Xinghan's miserable look, Qin Kun said: "Then you can't blame me. There is something wrong with your concentration, it must be like this..."

Starting from Friday, Qin Kun said hello to Yuan Xinghan, and Yuan Xinghan was very welcome to stay with him for a few days. After all, his painting style is supernatural and scary. Having Qin Kun in charge is like having a house dog.

I wonder if Qin Kun would kill Yuan Xinghan if he knew what he was thinking.

Qin Kun sat in the studio and looked at the street below.

It is said to be a studio. It used to be an abandoned printing factory. Because it is close to Linjiang Academy of Fine Arts, the area was developed into an art park.

This area is full of studios or art districts.

"Guliu Bridge..." Qin Kun murmured the name of this place, "What a good name, as nice as Pink Alley! But it doesn't quite sound like the name of an art district..."

Yuan Xinghan was speechless, why did such a poetic name look so dirty when it came out of his mouth.

Pink Alley, what the hell is that place? ? ?

In the evening, Qin Kun practiced breathing in Nuo Da's studio, while Yuan Xinghan painted quietly. The two did not disturb each other, and each was immersed in his own world.

Weak light comes in from the window. Yuan Xinghan likes to light candles and doesn't like to turn on the lights when painting at night. Qin Kun doesn't care about light either.

He sat motionless on the sofa for three hours, and Yuan Xinghan sat motionless in front of the drawing board for three hours.

Until the sound of footsteps interrupted the tranquility.

"Xinghan, would you like to eat something?"

The beautiful and virtuous Jiang Lan walked in, carrying a lunch box, and behind her was her mother, Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang is now more and more satisfied with Yuan Xinghan. After all, the two are engaged. After a while, Yuan Xinghan and Jiang Lan will get married, and she will have half a son.

"Haha, Xinghan, don't be like your master, painting all day long, wasting your body, and turning on the lights. I understand that you art people have quirks, but you have to pay attention to your eyes."

After the old lady finished speaking, she was about to turn on the lights in the studio.

Yuan Xinghan said: "Don't turn on the lights yet!"

The loud sound echoed in the studio, and the old lady was startled. She wanted to say something, but Jiang Lan stopped her.

Ten minutes later, Yuan Xinghan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's finally done!"

Jiang Lan and the old lady stepped forward and found that on the drawing board was a young man, sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, his expression relaxed, but his body upright, his expression and posture, there was a special sense of disharmony, but in the dim tone Next, it seems that this painting is telling an unknown story, giving people a sense of imagination.

Behind the young man, on the window sill, sat a woman in wedding dress. The woman looked out the window, her eyes trance-like.

The composition of a painting with two subjects is originally a drawback, but if a discerning person takes a look at it, they will find a special flavor. In fact, the subject of this painting is not the two people, but the helplessness in the movements of these two. Metaphorical emotions.

It's not like love, it's not like obsession, it's not like love, but there is a little entanglement, a little tacit understanding, a little care. In short, everyone can see their own emotions.

"What a painting! So... so good!"

At the door of the studio, a white-haired old man walked in. He looked at the unfinished painting and kept praising it.

"Xinghan, if this painting can be completed, it will definitely be of top quality!"

Jiang Boxiu was overjoyed, as if he had painted the painting himself. When Mrs. Jiang saw the person in the painting, her expression froze: Is it him?

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