Ghost Shelter System

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Kun got up and prepared to go to work.

In the month since he came back, Qin Kunlian worked the night shift for half a month, and helped Han Yao do the night shift for another half month. It can be said that he was almost busy.

After putting down some food, Qin Kun wiped his mouth and said, "Visiting the ghost market? Yes. But keep an eye on this thief and don't let her steal things randomly."

"Qin Kun, do you think I'm a thief?" Du Qinghan narrowed his eyes.

Qin Kun shook his head like a rattle: "You are not a thief, you are a thief."

"That's pretty much it."

Linjiang City Funeral Home, at night, the remains of the two corpses were sorted out. Qin Kun pushed them into the morgue, lit incense sticks, and then walked out of the ice coffin hall.

Arriving at the office building, Qin Kun's office was dimly lit, with only the computer screen emitting faint light. A charred corpse sat next to the computer, instructing Niu Meng and Skinner to play games.

Half a month ago, Lao Wang changed the office configuration and purchased new computers, office supplies, and some furnishings.

There is no way, there is a shortage of talents in funeral parlors now, and young people with some ability will never work here. They all think that places like funeral parlors are gloomy and unlucky. At the summer job fair, Director Wang once again failed to recruit anyone. He was extremely disappointed and finally made up his mind to reform.

According to Lao Wang, the old guys at the funeral home should retire after a few more years of work, but without young people to take over, they will have to work here all the time.

In order to attract young people to come to work and attract fresh blood, Lao Wang spent a lot of money. Not only did he increase his salary, he also bought brand-new office equipment. Although computers are not comparable to the work of a funeral parlor, at least they allow him to work in a funeral parlor. People can relax well when they have a rest, right?

Qin Kun was really speechless. Not all young people are computer fans like Han Yao and your Wang Yazhou. However, having a new computer is always a good thing.

Qin Kun couldn't understand their game, so Qin Kun raised a topic and asked: "Jilu, what's happened to Tuwa in the past half month? You haven't played any computer games?"

Qin Kun was puzzled when he saw the two ghosts Niu Meng and Peipei concentrating on the fight. Han Yao had the same expression when he was playing games in the past, enthusiastic and focused. In the past half month, he had hardly seen this guy.

"Will something happen to his family?" Qin Kun asked with concern.

Han Yao's ghost missionary, the ghost worshiping furnace said: "Master is on a date."

Nani? !

He's an internet addicted boy, let's have a date! Also why didn’t I know? ? ?

Qin Kun took a deep breath of cigarette and found it difficult to digest this gossip.

After returning from the Demon City, no wonder Tuwa suddenly said that he would work the day shift instead of the night shift. After working on it for a long time, it’s time to date a girl tonight!

etc!

"Who is he dating?"

"It seems his name is Tu Xuanxuan, and he is the host of a ghost story radio station."

Qin Kun was stunned.

"How did you hook up?"

"I keep calling. Now my master is part-time as a guest on the radio station. He gets 800 yuan every time he is a guest." The furnace ghost said that his master had made money, and he was slightly proud.

Me, grass

Qin Kun was struck by lightning.

I heard Qin Xue say before that their school invites scholars to give lectures, and the appearance fee is 8,003,000. This guy is just a wreath-maker, and the appearance fee is as high as that of a cultural person? I'm not discriminating against funeral practitioners, I'm discriminating against this twisted society! ! !

It seems that another one of the four poor people in Buyeo Mountain is about to make a comeback.

Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that this month I was lethargic and reticent, and I didn't have much contact with the outside world. I didn't expect that Tuwa would be thriving after not seeing her for a month.

Talent!

"He, isn't he a man who is destined to kill his girlfriend?" Qin Kun thought of another question.

The furnace-sacrifice ghost picked at the scorched skin on his face and threw it into the brazier at his feet: "Who said you can't talk about work or tell ghost stories when you're in love?"

Qin Kun: ""

At 11:30 p.m., Qin Kun left after get off work.

The guard, Uncle Qu, was also missing. I heard that Lao Qu and Lao Wang had a fight with Jing Huhu in Xishan Cemetery last time. Lao Qu was seriously injured. Recently, they are gathering the Fengdu disciples scattered in China to fight Jing Huhu again.

Qin Kun has no interest in the fight between the elderly.

The funeral parlor is right behind him, and Xishan Cemetery is just one stop away. He can deal with the aftermath anyway, even if he is beaten to death. As for Jing Hu, he deserves to be stabbed in the monkey's nest. I'm afraid this Liangzi is not that easy to explain.

Riding a bicycle, Qin Kun was speeding on the road. At night, he was the clearest time of the day.

Qin Kun released his hands from the handlebars and lit a cigarette. Not far away from the Xishan Cemetery, a young girl walked down.

"Master, can you give me a ride?"

This girl is a female ghost who likes to hitchhike into the city.

"Come on, where are you going today?" Qin Kun waved and there was no discrimination.

"I am the resident singer at Ye Mei Bar on Xixiang Street." The female ghost smiled at Qin Kun.

The female ghost fell to her death after climbing a mountain, and she had no complaints. She spent a lot of money on incense and paper money at home because of the four seasons of the year, and now she has become a high-level wild ghost.

Sometimes, the relationship between ghosts and ghost hunters is very confusing. Some are fearful, some are awe-inspiring, and some are hateful. Not every ghost and ghost hunter are natural enemies. The relationship between the female ghost in front of him and Qin Kun falls into the second category.

She could feel that Qin Kun's whole body exuded a natural sense of oppression. If that sense of oppression was any stronger, it would suffocate her. However, Qin Kun had been deliberately restraining his aura. She felt that Qin Kun was a good person.

"Master, have you been working the night shift recently?" The female ghost asked cautiously while sitting behind the bicycle.

After spending more time with Qin Kun, the female ghost became more courageous. She found that Qin Kun had a good temper, so she was frightened when she first came into contact with him. Now she can inquire about Qin Kun's daily work from time to time.

Qin Kun said: "Well, didn't you see it? What else did Ying Fengyao ask you to ask? Let's ask them together."

The female ghost was startled: "How did you know that it was the boss who asked me to ask?"

Qin Kun was speechless: "I'm not stupid."

After returning from the magic city, Qin Kun's work and rest schedules were even more irregular than before. He fell asleep at every turn. He was angry when he woke up. His cell phone was always on silent. His friends called him many times but failed to answer the phone.

Among them, there is naturally Ying Fengyao.

How could this female ghost dare to be the resident singer at Ye Mei Bar? How could she have nothing to do with Ying Fengyao?

The female ghost stuck out her tongue: "Master, actually the boss has always had a soft spot for you. She asked me to help keep an eye on your activities."

"Pull her down. She's looking for someone to keep an eye on."

Qin Kun said as the phone rang.

On the phone, a tired female voice came: "Honey, what are you doing?"

Qin Kun had goosebumps all over his body, and the car almost turned into a ditch.

"Take your resident singer and head towards Xixiang Street."

It was Ying Fengyao on the phone, her voice was numb, making people's blood boil.

She pursed her lips and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. You have to come to my house tonight."

"what?"

"OK."

Old Town, a high-end community not far from Xixiang Street.

There is a charming atmosphere everywhere in the house.

Ying Fengyao is a woman with all kinds of charms, so it is hard for people to bear her going crazy.

But even if he is crazy, he still has to choose a good opponent. When it comes to physical combat, Qin Kun asks himself that he has never been afraid of anyone, whether it is a person or a ghost.

Ying Fengyao was pinned down, dripping with sweat. Sometimes women want to conquer men, but they find that they can only be conquered, which is both happy and painful.

"My dear, please spare me." Ying Fengyao struggled to crawl towards the end of the bed, but Qin Kun grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

Qin Kun asked: "Didn't you use the Snake Buddha Forest last time? Why aren't you going to lock me in the mirage today?"

The voice was ambiguous, provocative, and teasing.

Ying Fengyao's consciousness was blurred, lying flat on the bed, her hair was messy, her face was flushed, and fine sweat seeped out from her back and collected in her waist.

Qin Kun was condescending and saw Ying Fengyao's buttocks swaying slightly, her posture was extremely seductive.

In the darkness, only the bedside TV gave off a faint light. Ying Fengyao was weak: "I just wanted to escape from the clutches of the devil and take a moment."

"is it possible?"

Now Ying Fengyao is weak enough to be manipulated at will. Qin Kun has just finished warming up and the battle has not started yet.