Ghost Shelter System

When Qin Kun came to this building, the first thing he felt was boredom.

That kind of breathless stuffiness, as if there is not enough oxygen.

After checking the entire 14th floor, Qin Kun walked straight into the elevator, and Xun Tiancheng followed him in a panic.

"Master Qin." Xun Tiancheng changed his words, his expression a little frightened, "Why don't you get rid of Xiao Li's ghost?"

"A ghost who died unjustly, why do you want to kill her?"

Secretary Li's ghostly aura is pure and does not have the bad aura of filth and stench, which means that she is not the source and has never harmed anyone. Qin Kun guessed that two people died in the building, but there were more than two ghosts. The Yin Qi lingered here, and the sudden disappearance of the Yin Qi on this floor would alert the hidden ghosts.

The best way is to be an incompetent Taoist priest who pretends to be just going through the motions.

So, he even closed his eyes.

If you don't kill her, will she be left to scare people? !

Xun Tiancheng was emotional: My brother, that's a ghost. If he stays here after his death, why is he not doing harm to others? Is it possible that she is still waiting to receive her salary? !

Xun Tiancheng criticized Qin Kun's handling of things. The only thing that reassured him was that it seemed that the ghost of Secretary Li could not do anything to Qin Kun.

The elevator is rising. From the 14th floor to the 18th floor, we will be there in no time.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Xun Tiancheng's heart tightened and his bloodshot eyes widened. At the elevator door, less than 30 centimeters away from him, stood a person!

The man covered in blood was Director Song.

Manager Song's eye sockets were sunken, his pupils were shrunk to pinpoints, his lips were blue, and the bags under his eyes had turned black. At this moment, holding a mug, coupled with the flickering lights of the elevator, it was simply terrifying.

Xun Tiancheng's adrenaline surged, and his hair almost exploded.

"Huh? Boss, why are you here?" Manager Song, male, about 35 years old, has a bit of a potbelly, which is obviously caused by not exercising for many years. He spoke slowly, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"I, I, I, you, you, you"

Xun Tiancheng was almost scared to tears. The most annoying thing was that Qin Kun said to Manager Song in a friendly way: "I borrowed it."

Manager Song gave way and Qin Kun walked out, blocking Xun Tiancheng alone in the elevator.

Hey, wait for me! ! !

Xun Tiancheng wanted to go out, but he didn't dare. He was sweating coldly and looking at Manager Song, his whole body stiffened.

"What's wrong, boss? Are you not feeling well? Do you want a cup of coffee?"

As the head of the data department, Song Zhao likes to work overtime and works conscientiously, but his position has never been promoted. It is rare to see his boss appear in the company at night, so he decides to have a relationship with his boss because he is not good at talking.

Seeing a ghost looking at him fawningly, Xun Tiancheng swallowed his saliva and couldn't laugh or cry: "I won't drink!"

"What if I don't drink?" Song Zhao was unhappy.

He handed the coffee to Xun Tiancheng's mouth and poured it into his mouth. There was bubbling blood in the mug, which was bloody and pungent. Xun Tiancheng couldn't bear it anymore, knocked the mug away, and said angrily: "Song Zhao! Get away! !!”

Qin Kun turned around and saw Xun Tiancheng roughly pushing Manager Song away and coming angrily with a smile on his face.

Song Zhao blinked and realized that Xun Tiancheng was angry, so he chased after him in a panic.

"Boss! I didn't mean it just now and I don't know what happened to me. Just wait for me, boss!"

To be honest, Xun Tiancheng's anger just now was purely instinctive. Now that the anger was over, he saw a ghost chasing behind him. His calves went weak and he shouted: "Master Qin! Save me!"

Qin Kun ignored Xun Tiancheng and followed the smell of incense to find the sacrificial point on this floor.

There is still a corner with butter candles and a brazier, and a portrait of Director Song hung on it.

Qin Kun frowned and thought deeply.

No, Secretary Li and Manager Song barely reached the strength of wild ghosts. They couldn't hide their death signs and could only linger at the place where they died. This kind of ghost can scare people at most, but will never interfere with people's sanity.

Xun Tiancheng was just depressed and his Yang Fire was not strong, so he was obviously not under the spell of ghosts.

Qin Kun thought: Is there really a hidden ghost? Where is he hiding?

The Sky Eye Technique can only be used in a certain space. There are too many floors in this building. Even if you use 'Obstacle Break', you can only peek above the ceiling and below the floor. It is indeed difficult to penetrate the floors.

It seems that the ghost mission has to be called on.

"The cow is fierce, skinned, monk, wedding dress, smiling face, headless."

Six ghosts lined up in a row, standing in front of Qin Kun.

The evil wind is stirring, and the evil spirit is unparalleled!

The six ghosts appeared, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

"Brother Kun? Is something wrong?"

"Where is this place? The yin energy is so strong that I probably can't hide my figure."

"Why is there still a Yang person?"

The six ghosts discovered that there was an office nearby, and there was also Yang Ren there. They didn't know what Qin Kun meant by calling him out.

"Check if there is anything ugly hidden in this building, and catch it if you can. The monk and the smiling leader are looking for people, the bulls are pressing hard, skinning, wedding clothes, and headless are waiting outside!"

"good!"

The division of labor was clear, and the six ghosts dispersed instantly.

Qin Kun saw that 3 meters away, Manager Xun Tiancheng and Manager Song were standing stiffly.

"Boss, I just saw 6 ghosts, did you see them?!" Manager Song poked Xun Tiancheng.

I'm qnmlgb, can you please don't touch me? ! Why don't you look in the mirror and see what you look like now! ! !

When Xun Tiancheng discovered that Manager Song had turned into a ghost, he seemed to have nothing to fear, so he angrily shouted: "Get out! Stay away from me!"

"oh"

Manager Song was scolded inexplicably and walked away angrily.

Xun Tiancheng felt that his nerves had been stretched. As an atheist, it was the first time he saw a ghost, but at the same time he did not feel the horror of such a thing. Unknowingly, he became bolder. Moreover, it feels so good to scold Director Song!

When Xun Tiancheng saw the six ghosts disappearing just now, he admired Qin Kun and fell to the ground.

If he had read correctly just now, the other party was driving a fierce ghost! This is the Taoist priest who is truly capable of exorcising ghosts and channeling spirits! ! !

When he found Qin Kun turning over the brazier, Xun Tiancheng completely lost his pride as a boss. He imitated Qin Kun's example, dipped in the ashes in the brazier, and sniffed it under his nose.

"Master Qin, what are you doing?" After smelling it for a long time without smelling anything special, Xun Tiancheng became even more curious.

Qin Kun ignored it, found a pen, poked the ashes in the brazier, and pulled out a piece of something.

The thing was burnt to a crisp, but not completely burned. Qin Kun twisted it with two fingers and found that there was still a texture the size of a fingernail on it. This texture was very familiar.

Brocade paper.

Fu Zong brocade silk paper is made of human skin and hair. After dusting off the black and gray on it, the silver-white brocade hair reveals its original luster.

"I bet the ones hiding in this building are not the dead disciples of the Fu Sect!"

Qin Kun's heart was beating fast and he ran to the window.

This is the least popular place in Pudong, with the Huangpu River in the distance brightly lit.

Qin Kun dialed a number and it was to Wang Gan.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Gan's lazy voice came: "Qin Heigou, it's 11 o'clock in the evening, where have you wandered and you haven't come back?"

"Fat man, let me ask you something. Do you have many people in your Fu Sect who make brocade paper?"

"Of course not many! There are only Tianzitang and Dizitang Zhenzhuanhui. The level of Dizitang is still far behind your fat master." Wang Qian was proud.

Qin Kun asked cautiously: "Does the demon have an official of your Fu Sect?"

Wang Qian hesitated for a moment: "Oh, no."

No?

The Fu Sect in Qingzhu Mountain is extremely wealthy, but the Magic City is not as wealthy as the Fu Sect? It doesn’t make sense.

Wang Qian added: "Not only does it not have a hall, but Fu Sect also has an unwritten rule to prevent disciples from setting foot in the Demon City."

"Why?"

"Oh, what else can be said? My master is the one who commits suicide by jumping into the Huangpu River. My uncle once mentioned that a fellow traveler met his master in the devil's capital."

After Wang Qian finished speaking, Qin Kun's neck felt cold and he felt like the air was being grabbed tightly.