Ghost Shelter System

One day after Lao Qu died, another death occurred in the funeral home.

Qin Kun stood behind the police and shook his head helplessly when he saw the familiar funeral parlor worker buried in the body.

Ever since they were recruited into the funeral parlor, several seniors have said that things on the body of the deceased cannot be taken. Just now, Lao Zhou told the police that the worker was very interested in the finger cots on Lao Qu's hand before cremating him. It is possible that He got retribution for stealing the finger glove. The police didn't believe it at all, but Qin Kun believed it.

Several nephews from the family came to pay their respects to Laoqu's memorial service. The memorial service was very simple. After the memorial service, the family was buried in the Xishan Cemetery not far from the funeral home.

The cold wind was blowing. Director Wang was wearing a felt hat, his nose was red, and his eyes were red.

"Old guy... we agreed to retire and go fishing and play chess together. We still have disciples who haven't been taught yet. Why did you just leave like this..."

Qin Kun and Han Yao accompanied Director Wang. Mr. Wang sat beside the tombstone with a sigh, his nose and tears streaming down his face. It was obvious that he was very sad.

Qin Kun didn't know how much Lao Wang and his old partner had gone through, and he couldn't get involved in the friendship between the two. He could only stay by his side silently. Han Yao was also a little sad. After burning the paper figurine he had made, , so he left the place to Director Wang alone.

Halfway up the mountain, Tuwa squatted under a cypress tree. Seeing Qin Kun smoking, he also asked for one.

"When did you learn to smoke?" Qin Kun had never seen Tuwa smoke before, and Tuwa puffed out smoke unskilledly. "You will learn how to smoke after you have too many worries."

"Where do you get all these worries?"

"After leaving Sangyu City."

Qin Kun had no time to enlighten Han Yao. People grow up in worries, troubles and sufferings. This is the only way. Tuwa used to be simple and simple. Because his master Ning Buwei had always taken care of him, the master asked him to leave Sangyu City and go south, so Han Yao came to Linjiang.

The master said that he would have a future by following Qin Kun, and he believed in the master. Therefore, part of his identity as the true successor of the sacrificial family was to play a role as a link between the southern sect and the northern sect.

"Brother Kun, the director has given me temporary management of this place. Qu Menke and Xiao Zhao died unexpectedly one after another. The young people newly recruited by the funeral home said that our unit has been harmed by evil, and most of them have resigned. If you are okay, come and help. help me."

Qin Kun patted Han Yao on the shoulder: "Definitely."

Then Qin Kun reacted: "Wait a minute, Lao Wang gave this place to you, why would he go there?"

"Said he wanted to take disciples."

"The unit can't even recruit people, so where can he get his disciples?"

"How would I know."

When the conversation came to an end, Qin Kun saw that Lao Wang was crying again. People are getting older and are prone to strokes when they are overjoyed or sad. Qin Kun had no choice but to put out the cigarette and went to help Lao Wang get up.

"Don't help me!"

"Old Wang, obey!"

"you go!"

"..."

Qin Kun really wanted to record a video of Lao Wang's appearance, so he resisted the urge to take out his mobile phone. Qin Kun said: "You know there is a magic weapon that can be worn by someone else, and it can transform that person into someone else." What does it look like?”

Han Yao came up curiously, why did Qin Kun suddenly say this.

Lao Wang wiped his nose and said: "The rain screen of Yulong Mountain, the white bone robe of Fulin Temple, and the six-tone bell of the Zhong family are all available. Why do you ask this?"

Lao Wang had a fierce expression and was very impatient.

"Is there any one that can be worn on your finger?"

"No!!!"

Lao Wang glared at Qin Kun: "If you have nothing to do, leave quickly. You have been fired from the unit!"

I'm crazy...

Why are you trying to burn bridges across rivers? I've been your undertaker for several years, so I'm going to fall out with you?

OK, you can.

Qin Kun went down the mountain angrily when he was suddenly stopped by Lao Wang.

"etc!"

"If you fart quickly, let it go!"

Lao Wang pondered for a moment and then said, "Are you talking about the 'Phantom Soul Finger'? This is the magical weapon of the Guandong shaman. Why do you ask?"

Phantom Soul Finger? Shaman?

Qin Kun thought for a while, and it seemed that the braided ghost named Aixinjueluo Naxin was really related to those shamans.

"Lao Wang, don't cry. I think Lao Qu's death... is not simple."

Qin Kun told what happened when he was watching the night.

Han Yao was also listening carefully.

When Uncle Qu was mortuing... two groups of ghosts came?

Han Yao murmured in his heart. This was the first time he heard that a ghost came to pay homage to the ghost hunter.

After speaking, Qin Kun added: "By the way, that magic weapon may be called the Soul Mold Finger. Have you heard of it?"

Lao Wang suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Impossible!!! The soul model finger has been lost!"

"I'm sure it's called the 'Soul Mold Finger'."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This kind of phantom body magic weapon is a legend. It appeared during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. The seriously ill Emperor Kangxi was put on a soul mold finger to create a phantom body. At that time, the Nine Dragons seized the throne, and Yongzheng suddenly got the Kangxi Emperor. He obtained the throne with an imperial edict, and later Kangxi’s personal eunuch was executed by Yongzheng, and the shamans who made the soul-mold fingers were also secretly executed.”

Qin Kun was startled.

Curator Wang said: "So, the Yulong Mountain Rain Screen, the Bone Clothes of Fulin Temple, and the Zhong Family's Six-Tone Bell all exist in the world, but the Soul Mold Finger cannot exist."

…

At night, Qianmo Home Community.

Director Wang sat at the table, staring at the food in a daze. His wife sighed: "I know you and Laoqu are lifelong partners, but how can you not eat? Asia, look at your dad."

Wang Yazhou, the son of Lao Wang, walked out of the house and persuaded Director Wang to eat in a dull manner. Lao Wang waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I have no appetite. I'll go out for a walk!"

Qin Kun's words in the afternoon made Director Wang think about it for a long time. This magic weapon is different from the 'Phantom Soul Finger'. The Soul Mold Finger can almost reproduce the soul of the former. Director Wang's first thought was: Someone is going to fight. Menzijuan's idea!

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible. He knew Lao Qu's character. He was taciturn and rarely made enemies with others. He didn't provoke people or ghosts. He had guarded the funeral parlor for decades and never saw anyone. What an enemy.

It's strange no matter how you think about it, that a man of good moral character was hit and killed by a car.

Walking outside the community, Director Wang's face became colder and colder. I'm afraid it's not just the people who want the 'menzi scroll', but those people want his identity as a guest in Fengdu, right?

Didi

A car suddenly rushed towards me. Director Wang was startled. He found that he had walked into the middle of the road at some point. His heart felt cold. The car could not slow down and was about to hit him. Suddenly, Director Wang was picked up by the neck and pulled. Come back.

Drenched in cold sweat, the driver rolled down the window and cursed: "I want to learn skills by touching porcelain! Do you want to die?!"

The driver glared and left. Director Wang turned around and found Qin Kun standing behind him.

"Why are you here?" Director Wang was shocked.

"Brother Wang called me. He was worried that something might happen to you and asked me to keep an eye on you."

Qin Kun found that Director Wang was not very grateful, so he smiled and said, "You haven't eaten? Can I treat you?"

In Hong Kong-style tea restaurants, only wonton noodles are suitable for taste in the evening. In winter, a bowl of hot noodle soup with a few wontons in it is easy to digest and warms the stomach.