Ghost Shelter System

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Kun returned to Linjiang.

In the room, Qin Kun considered the skills for several days and finally finalized it.

'Unbody'

Introduction: Broken tendons and veins, punctured acupoints to dismantle corpses

'explosive'

Introduction: The two qi of yin and yang can be compressed to stimulate and shock the soul.

Two skills, 6000 merit, not much, the key is that compared to other skills, it may be easier to practice.

Qin Kun, who has gained experience in cultivation, is no longer the young boy he used to be. He obviously wants to use his corpse-dismantling skills to achieve breakthroughs on corpses. Of course, it could also be the flesh body, but it's just a little bloody.

Explosive Qi, as you can see from the introduction, activates Yin and Yang Qi in the body. It should be a Taoist technique that activates Yin and Yang Qi.

'Ding! Congratulations to the host for learning the corpse-dismantling technique! ’

'Ding! Congratulations to the host for learning to explode! ’

Crash, a pile of metal objects fell on the table. Qin Kun picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was an iron finger cot.

The finger cots were like claws, with a rounded back and a sharp blade on the front. With five finger cots, Qin Kun felt very awkward wearing them on his fingers.

The apple on the table was picked up by the iron claws. With a sudden force, the apple was cut into a bunch of pieces. Qin Kun looked at his fingers. This thing is quite sharp. It can be used to process wood, let alone dismember a corpse.

As for the explosive energy, Qin Kun changed his mind, held his other hand in the air, and suddenly felt the spiritual energy in his body converging in the palm of his hand, and a stream of hot air flowed into his palm.

"Holy shit! Hot!"

The moment the yang energy was decomposed in the spiritual power, the palms of his hands burned as if he had grasped a piece of old iron. Qin Kun rubbed his palms, not knowing what was going on.

Try Yin Qi again.

The spiritual energy gathered in the palm of his hand again, and as soon as an extremely cold air appeared, his hand became numb from the cold. Qin Kun stopped in a hurry. The temperature of his hand was no different from the corpses he touched in the morgue.

After two attempts, Qin Kun couldn't figure it out, but he was amazed at how huge the temperature difference was after the separation of yin and yang.

It seems that more attempts are needed to get the key.

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The sixth day of the Lunar New Year, 12:30 in the evening.

Qin Kun drove his motorcycle, carried two bottles of wine and cold dishes, and drove to the funeral home, ready to have a drink with Tuwa.

Every year at the funeral home, someone is on duty, and this year it was Tuwa.

During the New Year period, the mortality rate is very high. After surviving the New Year period, many old people passed away after fulfilling their wish to get together during the New Year. This is actually considered a happy or sad event. Because there are even more pitiful things. Some old people left without holding their breath until the New Year. In contrast, the former left more peacefully.

In Linjiang City's funeral parlor, the cremation building is not open at night. This is a custom, so in the entire funeral parlor compound, only the office building and the ice coffin hall are lit.

The corridors of the office building were empty, except for the echoing sound of Qin Kun's footsteps. At the corner of the stairs going upstairs, you would inadvertently see some shadowy figures squatting there, looking greedily at the food and wine in Qin Kun's hands.

On the 4th floor, Qin Kun stood at the top of the stairs and said behind him: "Don't follow me. This is not a place for you to wander. If you want to enjoy the incense, there is one in the Ice Coffin Hall."

Several shadows looked at each other in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and walked away.

Qin Kun called Tuwa's name and walked into the office. A charcoal-looking ghost was playing on the computer with a brazier under his feet. Hearing this, he turned around and said, "Master Qin is here? My master has gone to the Ice Coffin Hall."

Behind Qin Kun, Niu Meng and Peipei jumped out and enthusiastically punched each one of the furnace ghosts: "Have you had a good New Year? Are you going to be black again?"

The furnace-sacrifice ghost greeted: "Brother Niu, peel the skin, sit down quickly, sit down quickly, Xu Daozi and I are just three of us. After this fight, I will include you two!"

Qin Kun glanced at this group of people and knew that there was no pursuit in playing games.

Several lively ghosts were left here, and Qin Kun went to the Ice Coffin Hall to find Han Yao.

During the Chinese New Year, the temperature in Linjiang City is already low, and the temperature in the Ice Coffin Hall is several degrees lower. Qin Kun read an article when he was at work. For ordinary people, it is actually very easy for people to be exposed to too low a temperature. Hallucinations occur because a cruel environment will make people lose their desire to survive, and the body will activate its self-protection mechanism, filling people's minds with beautiful things.

In this lifeless ghost building, it is basically a place where people don't even have time to hallucinate.

Several paper figures walked in the aisle, with their eyes and noses pressed together, their behavior imitating humans, and restraining the behavior of ghosts. An old woman was eating melon seeds and kicked away the paper figures who tried to catch her. A child was holding a ball and playing with the paper figures. , a sissy is lovingly painting red nails on a paper figurine.

In short, the Ice Coffin Hall during the Chinese New Year is more lively than any other place in the funeral home.

These ghosts buried in Xishan Cemetery were offered as offerings by their families. They were all rich and powerful, and some gathered to gamble. The corner of Qin Kun's mouth twitched, feeling that their lives had become more and more prosperous over the years.

"Hello, Master Qin..."

"Master Qin is here?"

"Long time no see, Master Qin...what have you been busy with recently?"

"Master Qin, would you like to have something to eat?"

Some ghosts who Qin Kun had helped to bury him shyly greeted Qin Kun. Qin Kun responded one by one, which made some new faces surprised and asked who this young man was.

Tuwa was stitching up a corpse in the sewing room. It looked like he had jumped to his death from a building. The bones had collapsed, causing the face to become distorted. He had to cut the opening from under the neck and stuff it with stuffing.

Hearing footsteps, Han Yao turned around and found that Qin Kun was coming.

"Brother Kun? There are also food and drinks... a rare guest..."

Han Yao grinned and smiled innocently. The filling glue was stuffed into the body of the deceased, and his face could finally be seen.

"I'm celebrating the New Year. I know you're on night watch so I'll come over and see you. Are you having a hard time lately?"

Qin Kun walked into the disinfection room, lit three incense sticks on the incense burner, and chatted with Tuwa while eating cold dishes.

"It's not bad. Director Wang brought two disciples out and helped a lot. After Lao Qu died, he was a little discouraged and recommended me to the superiors to take charge of the funeral parlor."

Uncle Qu's death has always been a concern for Director Wang. Lao Wang's horse is 60 this year, and his old man died. He did not call anyone on the road of life and death for his son Wang Yazhou's wedding a year ago. It is obvious that he wants to retire, and he has reached the age of retiring.

"Two new guests from Fengdu? Where are they?"

"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Guo, come here. Meet Master Qin."

From the sewing room next to it, two young men came out.

The face is very young, raw, and even a little cowardly.

"Nine levels under the Heavenly Mansion of Huangquan, nine mountains and nine rivers under heaven are the same...Linjiang, the week is not easy."

"Nine levels under the heaven of Huangquan, nine mountains and nine rivers under heaven are the same...Linjiang, Guo is different."

Less than twenty years old, they were dressed like apprentices hired by the funeral parlor. They took off their gloves, clasped their palms into the shape of ghost heads, and saluted Qin Kun.

Zhou Buyi had two big eyes and looked younger than Guo Buyi. He grinned and said, "Master Qin? I heard Master mentioned you many times..."

Guo BuTong nodded vigorously: "I heard it too. Master said you are the backer of our funeral home."

Master Qin?

This title is too quaint.

Qin Kun smiled helplessly: "Old Wang, are you going to send you to me? Well, if you are offended by someone who is not smart in the future, I will just support you."

The two of them were happy, and this promise was enough.

Tuwa said: "There are two types of guests in Fengdu: Wumen and Wenmen. Zhou Buyi is the direct descendant of Director Wang and is a Wenmen. Guo Buyi followed the path of Uncle Qu, which is also a Wumen. Director Wang asked you to give Guo some advice. different."

At that time, Yang Shen passed this trick on to Qu Chengyang, which also gave the Wumen guest an extra layer of self-protection. Since there was a legacy, Qin Kun would not be too self-conscious and nodded.

"Okay, Xiao Guo looks pretty good. I'm not a good teacher, but I know how to do it, and I won't hide it."

Zhou Buyi was overjoyed and elbowed his friend. Guo Buyi scratched his head and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Qin!"