Ghost Shelter System

As the saying goes, "In Xuhai, people watch the end of the day and watch the night, but they don't have time to watch." Qin Kun basically never stayed in the funeral parlor after midnight.

So, he didn't know that this place was... so lively at night.

The ice coffin hall, the corpse-stitching room, and the corridors were full of ghosts under the cold light.

There was the sound of shuffling shoes and the sound of salsa. It was obvious that someone was walking around in the corridor of the Ice Coffin Hall, and some were picky at the walls.

In the sewing room, the corpses of Uncle Qu's family of five were placed on the sewing table. Their faces were peaceful. In order to make them look more cheerful, they had applied blush, but the cyan and blush that emerged after the corpses cooled down formed an obvious Compared.

Chu Laoxian said that Uncle Qu's body would undergo strange changes, so Qin Kun was not in a hurry to push him into the morgue.

The cold wind seeped into the surroundings, and suddenly, the door opened with a creak, and a few bad-faced people peeked in like they were joining in the fun.

Qin Kun was sitting on a chair playing with his mobile phone, motionless. In the rest area outside the sewing room, incense was curling up on the altar table. The ghost figures took a few puffs and left.

After a while, a child came in with a ball in his arms and found that Qin Kun was looking at him. He was shocked and said cautiously: "Brother, can you play with me?"

Qin Kun glanced sideways. He saw that this was a smashed child. He should have died after falling from a building. Qin Kun smiled and rubbed his nose: "Okay."

The window was opened and Qin Kun kicked the ball far away. The child was stunned and jumped out of the window crying.

After a while, a sissy with orchid fingers came in again, and found a man sitting in the sewing room playing with his mobile phone. He was shocked, covering his chest, and then approached him with a happy face.

The sissy waved her palm in front of Qin Kun's eyes, and found that Qin Kun didn't respond. She leaned close to Qin Kun with an intoxicated look on her face, inhaling the yang energy.

Snapped!

Qin Kun slapped the sissy on the face with his backhand. The sissy covered her face and looked at Qin Kun in disbelief.

Snapped!

Another slap on the forehand.

"roll!"

The sissy covered her cheeks, full of grievance and resentment, twitched her lips a few times, and stomped away.

Who would have thought that the funeral parlor would be like this after childhood, and no one knows what Tuwa saw when he often played games in the office building.

Qin Kun waited for several groups of uninvited guests, but he didn't see any reaction to Uncle Qu's corpse being sewn in the corpse room. The hands of the clock had already pointed to 1 o'clock. Qin Kun put down his mobile phone and yawned. An old woman with missing teeth leaned against the door frame, cracking melon seeds and looking at Qin Kun with a smile. The old woman's teeth were burnt yellow and her face was purple.

"Little master, can you see me?"

Qin Kun nodded.

The old woman's smile was ugly, a little stiff, and she rolled her eyes sinisterly: "I've never seen you before, you look so cool. How many years have you been working?"

"Almost three years."

"Oh, I just sent it over a few days ago."

The old woman's expression was a little greedy, and Qin Kun sneered in his heart, ready to see what trouble the other party could make.

The old woman is quite experienced. She has seen other young masters in the funeral parlor. In comparison, Qin Kun is too quiet, a bit scary. Someone who dares to stay in the funeral parlor at night is probably not someone to be trifled with.

The old woman grabbed a handful of melon seeds on the altar table and left. Qin Kun looked away and continued to look at his mobile phone.

The ice coffin hall was extremely cold in winter, and the sewing room was next to the morgue. It was even more so. Qin Kun walked over to look at the corpses of Uncle Qu's family, and found that his grandson, son-in-law, daughter, and wife were already sitting up.

"When a person dies, it's like a lamp goes out. Don't miss the world of heaven. Put down your body and be reincarnated as soon as possible."

Those people sat up together with the corpse. After Qin Kun finished talking, Uncle Qu's wife took the lead in getting out of the corpse.

This was a wild ghost. Uncle Qu kept a low profile during his lifetime and his family members, Qin Kun, had never seen him. When his wife found out that he was dead, he sighed for a while and said, "Xiu Shuang, A Liang, let's take Dandan with us."

Several pale-colored ghosts sat up, with sluggish expressions. They felt somewhat conscious, but their consciousness seemed to have been stripped away after leaving the corpse. Their minds were dazed, and they probably didn't remember anything, and they looked confused.

Except for Uncle Qu's wife, who is more awake, the rest of the ghosts have demented expressions.

"Little master, I am Qu Chengyang's wife. Please give me some guidance."

The old lady said it very politely. Qin Kun was stunned, Minglu?

He would collect the ghosts, refine the candle, and burn it to the City God. This is a systematic method of salvation.

Other times, I really don’t know how to deal with these ghosts.

Seeing Qin Kun in a daze, the old lady smiled stiffly: "Old Qu said that your funeral parlor has a door, and you can go to the underworld and escape after entering."

"Mom...didn't you say...Dad...that's...nonsense?" Laoqu's daughter was stumbling when speaking, her speech was unclear, and she seemed to be drooling.

The old lady shook her head: "Your dad is capable. Although I don't know, he told me some bizarre stories when he was young."

Qin Kun scratched his cheek. He did know that the inheritance of Fengdu Menke was the "Menzi Volume" in the thirty-six volumes of the Heavenly Book, but he didn't know anymore.

What the old lady means is that there is a door in the funeral parlor that leads to the underworld? Doesn’t it lead directly to [Hell Realm]?

The old lady looked at Qin Kun in a daze and sighed: "Hey, the young master is new here. Since I don't know you, don't be afraid. The old lady will leave now."

The excitement in the Ice Coffin Hall is over, and the ghosts are almost gone.

It seemed that the Xishan Cemetery nearby regarded this place as a gathering place at night. Qin Kun could understand if he thought about it carefully. The funeral parlor was full of incense, so it made sense for these little guys to steal some incense at night to satisfy their greed.

At 3 o'clock in the evening, it was quite cold in the Ice Coffin Hall. After Qin Kun finished drinking a pot of boiling water, he was still shivering from the cold. In a place where the Yin Qi and the cold air are strong, in winter, it will be useless no matter how strong the Yang Qi is.

After holding back his urine, Qin Kun ran to the office building and went to the toilet.

The funeral parlor stands in the sparsely populated western suburbs. The empty office building is as quiet as if it is isolated from the whole world. When walking, only the sound of my own footsteps echoes.

In fact, sometimes the scary things you imagine in your mind are scarier than the really scary things.

The extremely quiet environment made it easy for people to think of horrible things. The more they thought about it, the more scared they became. So when he entered the toilet and saw a row of people standing in front of the urinal, Qin Kun almost lost control.

When he first came in, the voice-activated light was still off. The Yin Qi of the three wandering souls was too weak, and it felt no different from the air conditioner. Therefore, when these three dirty things appeared in front of his eyes, Qin Kun was unprepared and almost peed in fear.

Qin Kun held the hatchet and tried his best to control his emotions. The three wandering spirits would not make him lose his composure. He had just sworn that Uncle Qu would not kill during the first seven days.

But, there are only four urinals, what do you mean you three ghosts are looking at me? The three ghosts with their heads tilted, all of whom seemed to have died of illness, with weak expressions and dark faces, stared at him. Qin Kun glared at him fiercely for a few times, and then they turned their heads dully and wisely.

Resisting the need to use the knife, Qin Kun finally left the office building while holding back his anger. Sure enough, this place was not for humans from now on.

At this moment, on the roof of the office building, a dark figure watched Qin Kun walking towards the Ice Coffin Hall, with a solemn look in his eyes.

"Master, he is a disciple of the Nan Sect. Judging from the sufficient yang energy, he is probably from the Dou Sect."

The black shadow that spoke had eight arms, and on the other side stood a guy with a face full of worms.

The moon slowly emerged from the dark clouds, and the black figure appeared. If you didn't count the blue color on his face, he was definitely a very upright man, and his clothes looked very much like... the City God.