Ghost Shelter System

"Cheng, you can't take action tonight, right? The people of Nanzong are watching, and you still want to steal the body?"

On the rooftop of the building, there was another dark figure next to him. There were dozens of worms coming out of his mouth when he spoke. It was very disgusting.

The dark figure dressed as the City God said: "We have to find a way. I need Menzijuan to enter the underworld, otherwise the Demon Crossing Lotus cannot be planted."

"That's easy, just kill the Nanzong disciple who was keeping watch. He didn't even dare to touch a few imps just now. I'm afraid he was scared out of his wits."

"No, Ge Longtou is still in Linjiang. It's not worth provoking that old guy. We already have enough trouble disposing of the body of the truck driver."

"Hey, he's just an old Taoist priest with one foot in the coffin. If he were our king, he would definitely not be afraid."

After the man with a worm-faced face finished speaking, the eight-armed shadow coldly snorted: "Gu scholar, how many years have you ghost kings been scattered? At that time, the man named Yang was rampant in China. After the Yin Dragon was interrupted by Mang Ciluo in southern Yunnan, the gods All ghost kings can only avoid its sharp edges, so your Nanling ghost king dares to ignore the rules of yin and yang and come forward to provoke, so you are really stupid to die."

"You!!!" Gu Xiucai was furious.

The black figure dressed as the City God raised his hand: "Okay, don't argue anymore. Before Qu Chengyang transforms into a soul tonight, there must be many old friends snatching the body, and I'm afraid Xijueluo will also come. Let's wait and see what happens."

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Returning to the corpse-stitching room in the ice coffin hall again, Qin Kun wondered: What's going on? When did the funeral parlor have a ghost? Just now on the roof of the office building, three eyes looked at him. Qin Kun didn't open his eyes to scare others, but based on his intuition, he found that those three eyes were definitely ghosts.

He remembers that there are no big ghosts in Longhuai Ghost Town, right?

Is this just for shopping, or does it have other agendas?

Qin Kun looked at Uncle Qu's body and pondered.

His intuition told him that it was not that simple for Chu Laoxian to ask him to stay vigil here. It seemed that he was hiding something. He wanted to call to find out, but there was no signal.

Suddenly, footsteps appeared again in the corridor of the Ice Coffin Hall.

Qin Kun was a little irritated. Are these ghosts out of fun? !

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a crisp and polite knock on the door. Qin Kun's eyes twitched when he heard it. He patted the city god's order and Xu Tao was called out.

"Oh my god! Brother Kun, if you don't sleep at night, why are you staring at a dead man?"

Xu Tao shrank her neck, looked around, and found that the old man looked familiar. Isn't he the janitor of the funeral home?

"Stop looking and go open the door. If it's a kid without eyes, just crush him to death!"

Xu Tao got the order and walked over swaggeringly.

The door opened, and there was nothing scary outside. A guy wearing a fur coat and braided hair stood there, with a military general next to him.

"This clan pattern..." Xu Tao's sharp eyes saw that the other party had braids and a clan pattern on his collar that only Manchus could understand.

"Aixinjueluo's clan crest!"

Manchu royal family? !

Xu Tao was stunned, and the man was also stunned, and secretly put the knife in his sleeve back.

"Aixinjueluo Naxin, I don't know that there is an expert here, so I'm really bothering you."

The man had high cheekbones, was wearing yellow clothes, his temples were bulging, and his bones were thick. He was obviously a guy who could fight.

"If you have farts, fart, if you don't have farts, go away!"

The ghost spirit of the general behind the visitor suddenly became violent, and was suppressed by the Manchu nobleman: "Haha, I have an old relationship with the deceased, and I would like to express my condolences."

Ghosts sacrificing corpses, if this is not a grudge, then it is a good story! Who can be mourned by ghosts after death? Qin Kun didn't ask any more questions and let the guy come in.

Uncle Qu was lying on the bed. The ghost put on the incense and took out a finger cot: "This is my burial artifact. It is given to the deceased. Isn't it against the rules?"

The Manchu noble was only in his twenties. He looked at Qin Kun as he spoke, as if asking. Qin Kun shook his head: "Not bad."

The Manchu noble nodded and put it on Uncle Qu.

The condolence only lasted for a minute or two. The nobleman was polite and left immediately after expressing his condolences.

Qin Kun walked over and looked at the finger cot playfully.

Start, the system prompts.

'Ding! Found the ghost weapon, the soul mold finger’

Soul mold finger

Introduction: The phantom ghost weapon can carve the appearance of a soul. After wearing the finger glove, it will transform into the appearance of the engraved ghost.

Put this thing on Uncle Qu first. When other ghosts wear it again, they can turn into Uncle Qu with this finger cot. Qin Kun understood the introduction, but couldn't understand... What was the idea of ​​that guy just now?

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Office building roof.

The eight-armed black shadow suddenly shouted: "Master, Xijueluo!"

The expression on the person dressed as the City God was exactly what I expected. They saw Xijueluo entering the Ice Coffin Hall, and after a short stay, he walked out again.

The person dressed as the City God said: "Follow me."

Xishan Cemetery is quiet and deserted.

Xijueluo and the general behind him walked and stopped.

Xijueluo turned back and said with a smile: "Cheng Wang, how long do you have to follow?"

The big ghost dressed as the City God appeared and smiled slightly: "Naxin, judging from your expression, did you get what you wanted?"

"Hahahahaha..." Xijueluo laughed suddenly, "King Cheng Gui, it turns out you guys arrived early. Why don't you go in and see Qu Menke?"

The big ghost dressed as the City God smiled and didn't reply.

"Okay, if I don't fight with you tonight, I will definitely not get the Menzi Juan. The young man inside is looking at Qu Menke's body."

Xijueluo spread his hands: "If you can't get the fermented rice, you can't plant the Demon Crossing Lotus. Why don't you go and kill Wang Shouyi again?"

The big ghost dressed as the City God laughed and said: "This joke is not funny. I am the City God of Huaize, not an executioner. I understand the principle of yin and yang, and the harmony of yin and yang. The murderers are the Gu scholar and the eight-armed demon. ,Nothing to do with me."

"It's all the knife in your hand, don't pretend to be a good person." Xijueluo said with a contemptuous smile.

There were worms in Gu Xiucai's mouth, like a tongue with countless forks: "Xijueluo, don't try to distance yourself from the relationship. You were involved in this matter. If you kill a Fengdu disciple, let the people of life and death know about it. If you don’t, neither you nor I will have any good fruits to eat.”

Xijueluo raised his eyebrows and said with interest: "Then we all better have a tacit understanding. Otherwise, if I have a way to escape, you and the Ghost King of Huaize will be beaten to the door, but you may not be able to survive."

The Gu scholar and the eight-armed devil aura surged, Xijueluo laughed loudly, and black smoke came out from his feet. The smoke was in the shape of a lotus, and the black smoke filled the air. After a few steps, he and the ghost generals around him disappeared into the black. In the smoke.

The Gu scholar narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said: "Damn thing, you stole the first lotus seed of the Demon Crossing Lotus and you actually realized it."

There is no surprise that the big ghost in the disguise of the City God said: "Xijueluo was already good at body movements and ghost arts, and he got the first lotus seed of the Demon Crossing Lotus, which means that he got and realized the first piece of Yang Shen's body skills. It’s normal. But without the Menzijuan, he can’t enter Fengdu. No matter how thoroughly he understands the lotus seeds, he can’t get out of Yang Shen’s lotus.”

Xijueluo disappeared, and the eight-armed black shadow whispered: "Master, according to your statement, this guy can also separate his own country and become the ghost king in the future?"

The man pretending to be the City God shook his head: "I don't know. If he goes outside the pass and enters the Manchu Dragon Vein, he might have a chance to gather the Yin Dragon. But there are many dangers there, and there are shamans and people from the life and death circles sitting there. I want to Activating the dragon vein is not that simple. And... activating the dragon vein requires a blood sacrifice. With his little ability to escape... how dare he do this?!"

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After watching all night, Uncle Qu's ghost did not appear. In the morning, Qin Kun called Chu Dao and explained the situation. Chu Dao breathed a sigh of relief and just said "Thank you for your hard work". Maybe he made a miscalculation.

Qin Kun asked him what exactly his predictions were and why none of them came true, but Chu Dao still refused to tell.

Qin Kun swore that he would never do anything for this old bastard again. He hid everything, which was heartbreaking.

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Three days later, after the memorial service was held, several corpses were taken away for cremation. The worker pushing the cremation cart found that Uncle Qu's body was wearing a finger cot. It looked like it was an antique, and he hurriedly reported it to Lao Zhou, the person in charge of the cremation building. .

Lao Zhou just glanced at it and curled his lips and said: "Don't take things from the dead. It will bring bad luck. Burn them together!"

The young worker was greedy for ink and felt that it would be a pity to burn such a beautiful finger cot, so he secretly slipped it down before pushing it into the cremator.

Lao Qu was cremated, Director Wang was drained of energy and energy, and he suddenly aged several years. Qin Kun was recruited back to the funeral parlor. During this time, Lao Wang said that he would take a few apprentices and choose his successor. Qin Kun Kun happened to have nothing to do, so he agreed.

Early the next morning, the police suddenly came to visit. Last night, a worker at the funeral home committed suicide. He smashed several fingers into pieces with a sledgehammer and died of excessive blood loss. The method of death was strange. The police came to inquire about the situation, but no one could tell him anything. Come two or three.