Ghost Shelter System

There was a power outage in Qinjiacun.

It was past 10 o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark, with only the light of lanterns and candles remaining in every house.

It is the custom of Qinjia Village that from the first day to the seventh day of the lunar month, the house is open all night. Inside every door, there is a table with candies and rice.

Candy is given to children who come to visit, which means that the coming year will be sweet and sweet. Most of the rice dishes are steamed bowls with incense sticks in them. They are offered to the passing ghosts and gods, which means prosperity.

Qin Liang has seen this scene since he was a child, but never has it been as scary as today.

Every house was deserted with only the lanterns swinging in the air at the door, and there was even a light mist rising from the ground.

"Er Ming! Dad! Uncle! Xiaoxue? Aren't they all here???"

Qin Liang shouted loudly, but there was no fire in the room.

The mist gradually filled the ankles like dry ice, as if he had stepped into a puddle. Qin Liang's voice echoed over the village, making it even more silent.

"Brother... there's a power outage. Did they go out? What's going on?"

Qin Liang shrank his neck, feeling the cold wind seeping into his body. The unusual appearance of the village made him a little panicked, especially when he took out his mobile phone to dial a number, but the phone reminded him that he was not in the service area.

Qin Kun sniffed the air and looked suspiciously at the yards on both sides.

Indeed, the village was too quiet, with no crows of chickens or dogs at all. Qin Kun squinted his eyes, and a possibility arose in his mind: If other people hadn't disappeared, maybe he and Qin Liang had disappeared.

This is... the underworld?

I walked through several courtyards in a row, all with their doors open and no one around.

When Qin Liang wasn't paying attention, Qin Kun flipped his palm and found six more formation flags, which were planted on the ground in the arrangement of the six stars of the Southern Dipper.

Wherever the Heavenly Eye could see, there was only one closed door. Qin Kun muttered in a low voice: "It would be better to break the Yin-Yang wall than leave any survivors behind!"

After saying that, Yang Qi was injected into his right foot and he stepped fiercely on the door of that house.

Formation Volume·Array Breaking Technique!

The fragile wooden door couldn't withstand the kick at all. When the kick came down, the wooden door cracked and the door fell down.

"Who doesn't have the guts to dare to kick in my door!!!"

Um?

Yang people?

Qin Kun was shocked. This door was not the Yin-Yang Wall?

The man walked out of the room cursing, looking slovenly, holding a paper man and a pair of scissors in his hands.

When the man saw Qin and Kun, he was also very surprised: "Liangzi, this is... Kunzi? Why did you two come in?"

Qin Kun understood clearly that the other person asked, 'Why did you two get in?' It was obvious that he knew what was going on here.

Qin Liang asked unexpectedly: "Uncle Donglei?"

Qin Donglei, the adopted son of Third Grandpa, had never had a harmonious relationship with Third Grandpa’s children. After Third Grandpa passed away, the woodland, fish ponds, orchards, etc. were divided among several children, leaving Qin Donglei with an old house. . In order to make ends meet, Qin Donglei went to work as an apprentice in a wreath shop in the town at a young age. Later, he found that the business of doing business in the village was easier than that in the town, so he stayed in the village.

When Qin Donglei was young, he married a wife who was mentally ill and gave birth to a child who was a little stupid. Qin Kun remembered that he often bullied his son when he was a child. In a flash, it felt like he had not seen her for several years.

"Uncle Donglei, why are you here? Where are the people in the village?"

Qin Liang said, and a dull young man ran out of the room. The young man looked honest and solid. He was obviously in his 20s and still had a runny nose. He looked at Qin Liang and grinned: "Liangzi!"

When he looked at Qin Kun again, there was a flash of fear in his eyes, and he tugged at the corner of Qin Donglei's clothes: "Dad, he beat me!"

Qin Donglei was helpless by the trouble, pushed his son away and said: "That was more than ten years ago, go back to the house and watch!"

Qin Kun was a little ashamed. This was his cousin Qin Daman. During the Chinese New Year when he was a child, he found him bullying Qin Xue and was beaten violently by Qin Kun. He still remembers it now.

Daman didn't want to enter the house and shouted loudly: "I'm scared in the house! Dad, you come back with me too!"

Qin Donglei ignored Daman again, and instead looked at Qin and Kun: "Kunzi, Liangzi, how did you two get here? Forget it, no matter how you got here, go back quickly."

Qin Donglei took out two paper figures that were tied up. They were colorful and over one meter tall. After putting on the glasses, they looked a little cross-eyed, but not that ridiculous, but rather evil. Qin Donglei opened the scissors and said: "You guys Cut your finger and let the blood drip on the paper figurine, quickly."

Qin Liang found that Qin Donglei was being suspicious today and actually said some incomprehensible words, and he burst into laughter: "Uncle Donglei, what are you doing? Where are the people in the village? Where have they gone?"

The light of the lantern was very dim. Qin Donglei's family did not have a table to set food, so there were two candles missing at the door. The light was much darker than that of ordinary people's homes. Qin Donglei waved his hand and said: "I don't have time to explain to you. Hurry up, or listen to me." Either leave and don’t hurt me.”

Qin Kun looked at the actions of the two paper figures and Qin Donglei with confusion, and found it interesting, so he said: "Liangzi, listen to Uncle Donglei and do it with your hands."

"Ah? Brother, it hurts a lot, okay..."

"You have been stabbed in Yuxianting, and you have tattoos on your arms. Are you still afraid of pain?"

"Fingers connected to the heart!"

"Coward!"

Qin Kun ignored Qin Liang's plea for mercy, pinched Qin Liang's fingers and drew the blade of the scissors. Blood flowed out and dripped into the paper man. Qin Donglei suddenly took action and pushed towards Qin Liang. Qin Liang sat down on the ground in the fog. Missing? !

"Kunzi, it's your turn."

Qin Kun put away his shocked eyes and smiled at Qin Donglei: "Uncle Donglei, who did you learn this skill from?"

"I can't say it, and you can't ask it. Our village was attacked by evil spirits for some unknown reason today, and we are jealous of the big guys. You guys should go back quickly and just get together."

Qin Donglei spoke sincerely, but when he saw Qin Kun was indifferent, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"Kunzi, do you want to reply or not? Just tell me something. If you don't reply, can I?"

Qin Kun did not answer, but asked curiously: "Uncle Donglei, what is your relationship with Taichang Street?"

Qin Donglei, who was annoyed, suddenly froze.

Taichang Street!

This name has not been mentioned by anyone for a long time since I learned the craft and left.

"Five grains and six animals are sacrificed to the underworld, and nine corpses are welcomed to worship the real immortal! Qin Donglei, the papermaker at the outer gate of Taichang Street. Kunzi, you are..."

Taichang Street is the external name of the ‘Sacrificial Family’, just like the Douzong calls itself ‘Kuishan’, the Zhuzong calls itself ‘Seven Stars Palace’, and the Fan calls itself ‘Yin Yang Temple’.

To be serious, those who report to the Taichang Street family are all disciples of the Ji family.

Qin Donglei is actually a disciple of the Sacrificial Family?

"The Yellow Spring and the Heavenly Mansion are under the nine levels, and the nine mountains and nine rivers are the same under heaven."

After Qin Kun finished speaking, Qin Donglei was stunned and very surprised: "I asked you what kind of job you do in the city. Why doesn't anyone in the Qin family know about it? It turns out you work in a funeral parlor?"

Qin Donglei never expected that his descendant would have a Fengdu disciple?

The two stared at each other, the tension eased slightly, and they suddenly laughed.

"Did you cure Qin Pingyuan's daughter last year?"

"Um."

"I'm telling you! I bumped into Huangpi Zixian, and someone actually took responsibility for the cause and effect. You are really a noble person of the Qin Pingyuan family. That dog's temper has been accumulated for eight lifetimes. I thought his Qin Ni was going to die last year."

"Uncle Donglei has also seen Qin Ni?"

"Well, my fifth father took me in for a while when I had no food to eat. Something happened to his granddaughter, and I had to go and see him. But I couldn't deal with the yellow-skinned fairy. So I went to the county town last year to find my master. I When I brought Master back, I found that Qin Ni was cured, but I didn’t tell them anything. I didn’t expect that it was you who cured her.”

Not mentioning what happened last year, Qin Kun said directly: "What's going on this year?"

Qin Donglei held a cigarette in his mouth and said with a crooked mouth: "It's not like your father and the others set up an orchard, dug up the coffin, and three hairs came out."