Ghost Shelter System

Over the weekend, the weather rarely cleared up.

Two days have passed since Jiang Jianjun's mission. Qin Kun has been paying attention to Linjiang Metropolis Daily and Linjiang News this day, but he didn't find anything about the murder case being solved.

"Didn't everyone call the police and surrender? Isn't the efficiency of the police in handling cases a bit low?"

Qin Kun was puzzled. In fact, he wanted to call the Spiritual Detection Department, but he lost interest when he thought of the unflattering beard.

The phone rang. Qin Kun looked at the screen and was a little surprised to find that it was Chu Qianxun. I haven't seen her move for two months. Ever since the Nanzong Taoist meeting ended, Chu Qianxun said that she was in seclusion, and Qin Kun didn't know what kind of seclusion she was in.

"Hello?"

On the other end of the phone, Chu Qianxun's voice was as pleasant as ever: "Qin Kun! Do you have anything to do today? Come with me on a business trip!"

On business trip?

Qin Kun suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Miss, why are you on a business trip? Aren't you a Taoist nun?"

Chu Qianxun was furious: "I'm your aunt!! Are you going?"

Qin Kun pursed his lips and said, Damn, he originally thought that Chu Qianxun was the kind of noble and cool goddess who did not eat fireworks. The more he got to know her, the more he discovered that this girl also belonged to the common people.

Qin Kun thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid I can't go. Our unit is recruiting today, and the curator said I have to bring an apprentice."

Chu Qianxun became interested upon hearing this: "Is it popular in your funeral home to bring apprentices? Okay, then I'll go with you!"

Qin Kun thought that this girl must have been idle for a few months and was looking for something to do.

"See you at the job market later!"

"No, I'm downstairs at your house now!"

In broad daylight, a sports car was parked in Qin Kun's community. When Qin Kun went down, he found Chu Qianxun in formal attire sitting in the car. His style was incompatible with the Ferrari sports car.

Chu Qianxun got out of the car, took off his sunglasses, spread his hands and smiled: "How about this, does this lady dress like an elite who often goes to and from the workplace?"

Qin Kun nodded in confusion: "I see that many female bodyguards of big bosses are dressed like you. They are quite elite!"

Chu Qianxun glanced at Qin Kun: "Shut your stupid mouth and get in the car."

You're such a bad guy!

Qin Kun repeatedly warned himself that Accompanying Tengu is just a code name. Now he has gradually become accustomed to their name, but every time he hears this word, he feels uncomfortable all over.

Can you die if you shout something nice?

There was an Italian opera playing in the car. When Chu Qianxun saw that Qin Kun was angry, he felt much more balanced.

The car smelled very good today, and the decoration on the car seemed different from the last time I saw it. The style seemed to have changed to business style overnight. Qin Kun held it in for a long time and asked: "Miss, what have you been doing lately?" Well, he's gone, why does he look like a different person?"

Qin Kun was indeed puzzled. They had contacted each other several times in the past two months, but they had never heard that Chu Qianxun was determined to enter the workplace.

Chu Qianxun said: "What else can I do? My grandfather took me to Sangyu City."

Sangyu City!

Qin Kun has heard of this name!

That's the home of the Northern Faction!

Just like the Southern Sect's headquarters in LJ City, the ancient city of Sangyu is the residence of the Northern Sect. This ancient city north of the Yellow River has a strong religious culture and is a famous tourist city.

Qin Kun said: "Even if you go to Sangyu City, you should come back wearing a Taoist robe. What are you doing in a formal suit?"

"My family wants to invest in Sangyu City! Why do you think I'm wearing formal clothes? You idiot!" Chu Qianxun said. During this time, she and Chu Laoxian went to Sangyu City to look at some pieces of land. Not only the Zhu Zong, but also the Fu Zong and Dou Zong also invested some money in building the villa.

It turns out that the last time Wu Banxian returned to the mainland privately, he made the Northern Sect very unhappy. They began to destroy the Nanzong's industry. The Nanzong was probably annoyed and prepared to send them away with money.

"You don't know, the Northern Faction is so poor. If my grandfather hadn't guided me along the way, I wouldn't have known that those people were actually fellow Northern Faction members."

Chu Qianxun told Qin Kun that the Northern sect still held the jobs of the old days, making a living by dancing, drawing talismans, seeing doctors, and working as a country doctor. It was hard for Qin Kun to imagine how this group of people survived.

Aren’t ghost hunters all wealthy? How could they be so poor?

Qin Kun couldn't figure it out, and Chu Qianxun couldn't explain it either. Anyway, her grandfather told her that the Northern Sect were all weirdos, and it was best not to pry.

The two chatted and then came to the talent market.

Today's talent market is particularly lively. Autumn is the peak recruitment season. This low-end talent market is favored by many small companies, enterprises and institutions.

The labor force is cheap, the potential is huge, and the base is large. It was here that Qin Kun was spotted by Director Wang and brought back to the funeral parlor.

Qin Kun called to find out the location of Director Wang and walked over with Chu Qianxun.

In a corner, there is a tent like a tea stall. Director Wang and Uncle Qu are sitting in it, playing Kun Opera and swaying the people to sleep.

Compared with other tents, the people here are particularly deserted. Director Wang was a little surprised when he saw Qin Kun coming and bringing a very beautiful girl with him: "Xiao Qin, you want to skip class again? You paid for this girl Did you hire someone to work for you?"

Qin Kun was amused and laughed happily.

Chu Qianxun's face turned red and he said angrily: "There is a light on the Huang Ji Candlestick. You Luo is hidden in the Seven Stars Palace. Chu Qianxun, the Candle Sect, has met Senior Wang."

Chu Qianxun was obviously angry, but his opening words were undoubtedly etiquette on the road of life and death. Seeing Chu Qianxun bowing before him, Director Wang laughed and replied: "The underworld of Huangquan is the ninth level, the nine mountains and the nine rivers are the same, and the guests of Fengdu are the same." Goodbye. I didn’t expect that the little girl is Chu Laoxian’s granddaughter, and she looks very graceful.”

After Director Wang finished speaking, he found Chu Qianxun and Qin Kun standing there stunned.

Chu Qianxun murmured: "Feng, Fengdu disciple... Senior turned out to be a Fengdu disciple! Qianxun just lost respect."

Different from Chu Qianxun's shock, Qin Kun's shock was...that their funeral home actually had slander? Damn it, Lao Wang, you are so secretive!

"Old Wang, what is Fengdu Menke? You really have a background in martial arts!"

Qin Kun was very excited. He had always been fascinated by the slander of Jianghu Laohe. He had only heard that funeral parlors were one of the branches on the road of life and death, but he didn't expect that they actually had a background!

Director Wang looked at Qin Kun and frowned mysteriously: "Xiao Qin, why do you ask this? Go to work!"

Qin Kun refused to say anything: "Old Wang, no, you have to explain it clearly to me! How come our funeral parlor has become a client of Fengdu? Did you have any purpose in tricking me in in the first place?"

Chu Qianxun tugged at the excited Qin Kun: "The eighteen guests in Fengdu are all respected seniors in life and death. Senior Wang is talking about himself, not your funeral home. I heard my grandfather say that these eighteen guests are also called the Ten Eight Gate God, please don’t offend me.”

Door god?

Qin Kun was startled. Isn't the door god the doorkeeper? etc!

If Fengdu represents the underworld, aren't they the ones guarding the gate of the underworld?

Qin Kun was not stupid. He understood immediately after hearing what Chu Qianxun said, and his eyes changed when he looked at Lao Wang again.

Uncle Qu lit a cigarette and said quietly: "Xiao Qin, don't ask questions about things you shouldn't know. There are many taboos in our industry. I will tell you when it's time to tell you."

Qin Kun had no choice but to see Uncle Qu and Director Wang smiling with treacherous looks on their faces. Qin Kun felt as if his heart was breaking.

snort! If you don’t tell me, why can’t I ask myself? Sooner or later I can ask!

"Okay, Xiao Qin, it's difficult to trap a dragon in the shallows. I'll help you find an apprentice today. My task will be completed. You will still have a lot to do in the future. There is no need to spend all your time in the funeral parlor."

Director Wang sat behind the table and took out a stack of flyers: "Xiao Qin, Xiao Chu, please help me spread the sheets. I'm done with today's work. I'll treat you to dinner!"

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