Ghost Shelter System

On a plane flying to Nanshan Province, warning sounds surrounded the surroundings.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Nanshan Provincial International Airport. The plane is landing. Please pay attention to safety and do not move around at will."

Listening to the bilingual retelling in Chinese and English, a young man dressed in an unusual way played with a small snake in his hand and looked at the middle-aged man beside him who closed his eyes and meditated.

"Teacher, we're here."

The two of them had dark skin and were dressed strangely. In the winter, they were dressed in religious clothes, like lamas, and they looked a little evil.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, waited until the plane landed, and then said with care like gold: "Let's go."

The two got off the plane and picked up their checked luggage, which was a backpack.

Walking out of the airport, the middle-aged man was a little unaccustomed to the unfamiliar environment. The young man stopped a taxi and announced his destination awkwardly.

"Linjiang City? Don't go, it's too far. I can take you to the West Railway Station, how about it?"

The young man was a little displeased when he saw the taxi driver trying to drive him out. In his hand was a palm-sized copper bowl, and the powder inside was splashed on the driver's face.

"Now, drive to Linjiang City."

The driver sneezed a few times and wanted to curse. Suddenly, his eyes straightened and he nodded stiffly: "I understand."

"You Pang, China is a special place. Don't use Gu casually, especially Yin Gu."

The middle-aged man was teaching with a serious look. It was obvious that this place left him with bad memories. The young man smiled. His skin was dark and his teeth looked white: "Teacher, I understand. I will use less of this period of time until I see him." "

Seeing the disciple accept the persuasion, the middle-aged man's stern face relaxed: "Are you sure that fat man came to this place to take refuge?"

The young man said confidently: "Of course, I used Gu on his teacher, and his teacher has already told me everything."

The middle-aged man was stunned: "He still has a teacher?"

"Of course, a third-rate magician uses fortune telling to deceive the rich to make a living."

The taxi was speeding along the national highway, and the two of them were chatting as if no one was watching.

"My junior brother, Hassantuo also came here last year. But he didn't come back..." The middle-aged man sighed a little.

"That good-for-nothing uncle who devoted his life to Gumantong is dead... so he is dead." The young man curled his lips.

"His witchcraft is quite extreme, but he is not useless. Yu Pang, as a head-dropping master, you have to be careful and keep a low profile." The middle-aged man was obviously dissatisfied with the student's tone. After all, he and Hassantu still had friendship. , this student is a little arrogant.

"Okay teacher. When you come this time, do you really want to see how I deal with that fat man?"

Thinking of that hateful fat face, the young man's expression didn't look good. Damn fat man, the past debts must be settled this time!

The middle-aged man shook his head: "This time I am following the instructions of my teacher to find out how Hassandu died. The rest has nothing to do with me."

There was some disappointment on the young man's face, but it didn't matter. He had been waiting for this day for a long time for personal grudges.

It took about three hours to drive from the capital of Nanshan Province to Linjiang. When they got off the bus, they felt that this city was colder than where they got off the plane.

A river flowed through, and the humidity was heavy, mixed with the biting cold wind in winter. The young man hurriedly took out a packet of medicinal powder and drank it. After a while, the skin began to turn red, and some passers-by stared at the two weirdos.

Qin Kun rode his bicycle on the way to his old house in Kuishan.

Nothing happened today. There were too many trivial things during this period. Qin Kun wanted to find someone to try his hand and sharpen his skills. Douzong happened to be a good choice.

Arriving in the old city, Qin Kun found two weirdos on the roadside.

A thin middle-aged man with short white hair, dressed like a lama, with one arm exposed and strange tattoos arranged in an orderly manner.

A young man walked next to him. His hair was parted in the middle and was very greasy. He had a ring beard that was also very greasy. The difference was that the young man's skin was red, as if he was very hot.

As he rode by the two of them, Qin Kun was stopped.

"Hello, how can I get to xx community?"

What the fuck?

Isn't this the place where you used to live?

Qin Kun blinked and pointed in the direction.

The young man said stiffly: "Thank you. Could you please ask me again, how to get to the funeral parlor in this city?"

Qin Kun frowned, feeling suspicious.

"Excuse me, are you..."

The young man said: "My name is You Pang, assistant to the Southeast Asian Religious Council. I go to various places in the Asia-Pacific to visit the local funeral culture."

The young man also had a business card, Qin Kun thought to himself: Believer...

Thinking about it carefully, believers of all ages seemed to be related to life and death. He was right to say so, but it was too coincidental. Both places were related to him. Qin Kun suspected that these two guys were here to cause trouble for him.

"The funeral parlor is in the western suburbs, so the taxi ride takes more than 30 minutes."

No matter how they looked, the two people didn't look like believers, but Qin Kun couldn't feel any uncomfortable aura on them. They seemed to be ordinary believers.

"OK, thanks."

The two left. Qin Kun took the business card and remembered the young man's broken Chinese dialect. He put the business card away and rode away.

The old house in Kuishan is no longer as lively as it used to be. In peacetime, there are flowers in bloom, fires cooking oil, welfare organizations and charity associations everywhere. Life was poor in the past, and there were many children who could not afford to raise them and threw them away. Douzong took over Many orphans. Most of the children nowadays are in orphanages. Those who can be picked up by Douzong are either congenitally ill or abandoned disabled children.

Qin Kun bought a lot of food, drink and winter clothes, hired a car and came to his old house in Kuishan.

Today, Li Chong is also here, and next to him is Chai Ziyue.

Li Chong was wearing a floral shirt and a mustache. When he saw what Qin Kun brought, he curled his lips and said, "Qin Heigou, what about poverty alleviation? I, Douzong, need your help?"

"Humph!" A cold snort came from behind Li Chong, Jing Laohu was coming.

Qin Kun was moving things and Jing Laohu was helping. Qin Kun patted the dust on his hands and said with a smile: "Li Chong, come and help if you have nothing to do. When your brother Kun helped the poor and fought against the sect, you were not even born yet!"

Li Chong frowned and found that Ge Zhan was also here.

Ge Zhan turned the wheelchair by himself and said with a smile: "Kun...here you go...let's have a meal later..."

Li Chong never knew why Qin Kun and Jing Sansheng had such a good relationship. One was a few years younger than him, and the other was his heartless father. They seemed to have always been friends with each other.

Li Chong pushed the wheelchair for Ge Zhan: "Master, I brought so many things to our old house. Jing Sansheng didn't even look at me once, and Qin Heigou gave them away just once. Are you too partial? "

Ge Zhan chuckled, a little sad.

"Little insect... you don't understand... when we were the poorest in Kuishan... it was Kun who came to help us..."

Decades ago, Ge Zhan's salary was not enough to support so many children. If it weren't for Qin Kun, Kuishan's life would have been different.

Not only the younger generation gets along well with Qin Kun, but half of the older generation's good impression of Qin Kun is based on gratitude.