Ghost Shelter System

It's early winter in Linjiang City.

At the end of December, as a southern city, Linjiang City had not yet reached the snow season, and the cold and humid air was already biting to the bone.

It has been a week since I returned from Japan.

Qin Kun had just finished taking a shower, with a towel hanging around his neck. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and turned his back. The healthy complexion, the muscle lines after bathing are full of masculine beauty, and there is a tattoo on the back, which is half a jade.

The jade took up the entire left half of his back. Qin Kun touched the skin where the tattoo was, and there were bulges of particles on the jade.

Damn...how could this happen?

A week ago, during the fight in Yingyan Mountain Ghost Castle, before leaving, the jade biscuit split in two, half fell into the pool, and the other half was attached to the back. This was a bit absurd.

When I first got the system, the urn tattoo also appeared like this, but now it's replaced by a jade?

The jade tattoo is larger than the jade itself, just like the urn tattoo is much smaller than the urn itself. However, the jade tattoo does not bring any changes, and no function of the system changes. Except for Qin Kun, he feels that when he sleeps Those raised particles on the back are very annoying and have no positive benefits or negative disadvantages.

After washing up and putting on his windbreaker, Qin Kun rode his bicycle on the road in Linjiang City.

Today I was invited to participate in an art exhibition. This was the first time Qin Kun received such an invitation. Driven by curiosity and the person who invited him was Yuan Xinghan, Qin Kun was ready to go and soak up the literary talent.

On the road, the biting cold wind could freeze my ears off. It was really time to buy a car. A few days ago, he still had hundreds of thousands on hand, and Qin Kun had already chosen a car. Suddenly, his mother called and said that his father wanted to share the land with his uncle and second uncle to grow fruit seedlings. He wanted a loan and asked Qin Kun for his opinion.

His mother stumbled and described how promising the fruit and vegetable market was. Qin Kun smiled helplessly. You don't need to think about this, it was all taught by his father. My father attaches great importance to his two brothers. The eldest uncle and the second uncle have been farming all their lives, planting trees, raising bees and digging bamboo shoots. Their lives are hard. Maybe my father wants to help his two brothers, so he asked.

It was better for Qin Kun not to expose the respect of his elders, so he gave him 300,000 yuan without saying a word.

After the money was given out, he could no longer buy a car. Qin Kun turned up the collar of his windbreaker and drove toward the southern suburbs against the cold wind.

Ancient Willow Bridge, a landmark building in Linjiang City, is the same as Fenxiang. Fenxiang is the red light district of Linjiang City. Whenever we talk about it, everyone smiles tacitly and mysteriously, as if the beauty of themselves and Fenxiang is hidden in their smiles. Memories and many untold stories.

The Ancient Willow Bridge, as the art district of Linjiang City, is close to the University Town. It is an elegant and simple place. It is a small stone bridge from the Song Dynasty, with ancient willows planted next to it. It radiates from here as the center, and most of the people nearby are literary and art workers.

Yuan Xinghan's studio is here.

"Sister Jiang Lan."

Today, there are a lot of people in Yuan Xinghan's studio. Yuan Xinghan is still unkempt and unshaven while greeting people. His wife Jiang Lan is already pregnant with Liujia and greets with a big belly and a smile: "Mr. Qin is here."

From Master Qin to Director Qin and then to Mr. Qin, Qin Kun felt that he was bearing a maturity and wisdom that was beyond his age. He chuckled and joked: "Sister Jiang Lan, I'm afraid he's a big fat boy, right?"

"I haven't checked yet, but they seem to be two little guys." Jiang Lan stroked her bulging belly and looked at Yuan Xinghan in the distance with a sweet look. Sure enough, the older young man looked a bit cruel after marriage.

Qin Kun took out an ancient jade, which was exchanged at the [Menggui Mall]. It protects the body and wards off evil spirits. It is a slightly expensive item and costs 200 merits.

"Wear this jade to keep mother and child safe." Qin Kun handed the jade over.

Jiang Lan was overjoyed to accept it. He knew what Qin Kun was capable of. This jade must be a good thing.

Today is Yuan Xinghan's private painting exhibition. The venue is in his studio and is not open to the public. The invitees are all bosses and people in the calligraphy and painting industry who appreciate Yuan Xinghan's paintings. It can be said that there are a gathering of celebrities.

Yuan Xinghan knew that Qin Kun was not working in a funeral parlor now, but had opened a small shop with no business in the northern suburbs, and he intended to introduce Qin Kun to the bosses. After all, he knew Qin Kun's abilities. Those bosses had been around for a long time and would always encounter some weird things. These things were Qin Kun's business.

Qin Kun didn't reject Yuan Xinghan's kindness either. It would be hypocritical for a friend to be too polite.

As soon as he entered the studio, an imposing old man came over and said with a smile: "Niece Jiang Lan, I haven't seen you after looking for a long time, so you are here."

Jiang Lan was startled and said in surprise: "Uncle Chen! Long time no see, your old body and bones are still so good!"

"Hahahaha..." The imposing old man smiled, "Not as good as that old guy Jiang Boxiu. This is..."

The imposing old man looked at Qin Kun with a smile, and Jiang Lan introduced: "This is Xinghan's good friend."

Qin Kun nodded politely. It seemed that this old man was a big shot in the world of calligraphy and painting. Qin Kun didn't understand the status of the other person, so he nodded and said, "Hello, old gentleman."

"Huh? I can't afford it." The imposing old man suddenly changed his expression, pinched the jade in Jiang Lan's hand, and sneered, "The texture is cold, and the temperature rises when you hold it. The blood lines are translucent and glowing, and there is a sense of texture when you rub it. This hidden Blood jade is the best."

Hidden blood jade?

Hearing the name, a group of people gathered to watch, especially hearing the word "excellent", even those who didn't know the business knew there was something fun to watch.

Jiang Lan smiled implicitly: "Mr. Qin gave me a protective jade."

The imposing old man let go and the jade fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Suddenly, such a change occurred, and everyone was caught off guard.

Qin Kun was stunned. What the hell did you throw away the thing I paid for with 200 merits? Qin Kun almost lost his temper. According to the merit exchange, this thing is worth 200,000!

Before Qin Kun could get angry, the old man asked: "The blood jade is stuffed into the throat of the deceased after death and nourished with the essence and blood. The best blood jade is cut open and the internal organs of the deceased are preserved. Jade is the gentleman in the stone. Only this jade is a robber in the stone! Wearing it will damage your spirit and spirit. How dare you give a piece of evil jade to a pregnant woman? What are your intentions?"

I'm crazy!

Qin Kun doesn't understand jade, but it is a good thing recognized by the system. If you drop it, I will throw dirty water on you before I even settle the score with you!

"Old man, why do you call me a robber? This is blatantly spreading feudal superstition!"

The imposing old man snorted coldly: "Ah, what a big hat! Why, Quan Zi died on this thing back then. Is this my blindness?"

I'll fuck you! Isn’t it enough to spread feudal superstitious ideas and make people hate you? Are you so confident that your son died on this?

Seeing that Qin Kun was about to get angry, Jiang Lan quickly stopped Qin Kun and whispered: "This is the president of the Jiangnan Jade Association. When his son died accidentally on a piece of jade, he studied jade and became an expert. Don't mess with him in this regard." He, he is really authoritative!”

The imposing old man continued: "If you say that I spread feudal superstition, let me put it another way. This kind of jade that can melt blood has radiation. The lowest radiation value is more than 200 millisieverts. Above 100, it is already harmful to people. Young people ! Lie under the quilt at night and take a look. If you are lucky, you can still see the light!"

After the old man finished speaking, his angry face suddenly revealed a sneer. His last teasing words made the people around him laugh and applaud.

"As expected of Mr. Chen!"

"sharp!"

"It's so humorous, hahahaha... Fortunately Mr. Chen is here, otherwise Miss Jiang would be in a miserable state."

The old man looked at the people around him with satisfaction, put his hands behind his hands and prepared to leave.

A voice suddenly sounded in the studio.

"Oh? Jiangnan Chen Dongguai only has this kind of eyesight."

The old man turned back, looked at the stranger, and said coldly: "Did I see it wrong? Isn't this a blood jade?"

A man picked up the broken jade on the ground, looked at it and said to himself: "It is indeed a blood jade, and it is also the best. Of course, the best blood jade is nourished by blood."

The old man smiled: "Then what do you mean by what you just said?"

It was a woman, with a cigarette dangling from her red lips. She held the cigarette down with two slender fingers, and dragged the broken jade in the palm of her other hand: "You know so much about hiding blood jade, don't you know that there is a variety called 'Blood Lama'?" 'Really? Tibetan monks believe in jade and worship stones. In the past, when eminent monks applied jade powder to wounds, they would also tie a piece of jade on top to press it. That kind of jade is the 'blood lama'. This is the best auspicious jade."

The woman raised her eyelids and looked at the old man. The old man's face suddenly turned red and his mouth trembled for a long time: "That... is a legend! You are talking nonsense!!!"

Another voice appeared, it was a middle-aged man, slightly fat. Anyone who knew Jiang Lan knew that this middle-aged man was her brother, Jiang De.

Jiang Depi smiled and said: "Old man Chen, who taught you the ability to identify jade? What a fool you are."

As soon as Jiang De appeared, the imposing old man instantly succumbed and lowered his head and said: "My eldest nephew..."

Jiang De chuckled: "Eldest nephew? Chen Dongguai, should you call me... uncle?"