My life is super hard, nothing is taboo/Ghost Shelter

Well, your reason is impeccable!

As Qin Kun said, he also poured himself a glass. Damn, he has never drank such an expensive wine.

Seeing Qin Kunniu drinking a cup, biting ice cubes as if biting his own bones, Ying Fengyao was overjoyed.

"tasty?"

"It's like horse urine..."

puff--

Ying Fengyao spat out the wine in her mouth, and gave Qin Kun a hard look with her beautiful eyes: "You are so disgusting!!"

Only then did Qin Kun feel more comfortable.

After living and drinking, Qin Kun didn't worry about that anymore.

There are still 3 yuan in my pocket, and it will last until the travel agency opens, what a big deal.We are never afraid of being poor, okay?

Qin Kun didn't take the initiative to ask anymore, took a quick shower, put on his nightgown, and looked at the night scene outside the window.

On the comfortable sofa, Qin Kun saw the heavy traffic outside the window. This place belongs to the high-tech zone and faces Jinzhu Road far away. Sitting here, high above, overlooking the entire Linjiang, can give people an illusion that the prosperity in front of them is own.

It's just that this illusion is shorter than a dream.

Ying Fengyao also took a bath, leaning against Qin Kun's arms with a wine glass.

"What are you dazed for?"

"It's not in a daze, it's in a daze."

"Being in a daze? Isn't it the same as being in a daze?"

Qin Kun said: "Of course it's different. Being in a daze is being shocked by what is in front of you, and being in a daze is when you are shocked, and you have a longing in your heart, wanting to have everything in front of you."

"Vulgar!" Ying Fengyao commented.

Qin Kun admitted: "I was originally a layman."

Ying Fengyao also imitated Qin Kun's movements, and looked out the window in a daze: "Actually, after I went down the mountain, I saw the night scene once, just once."

Ying Fengyao has always put on airs, no matter where she is, she is elegant, mature, and rational. Maybe the scene in front of her has brought back some memories.

She took a sip of the wine in her glass, her eyes lost in thought: "That was when I was 20 years old, in a hotel in Causeway Bay, Hong Kong. I sat in the room and watched the street all night."

"Master and godfather told me that my father died in that room..."

Ying Fengyao leaned against Qin Kun's arms, feeling his heartbeat, and licked the wine stains on her fingers with her scarlet tongue.

"Your heart is beating faster."

Qin Kun took a deep breath, "How is that possible."

"My father's name is Ying Jiahao, Luohu Ying Jiahao, nicknamed Scar." Ying Fengyao looked up at Qin Kun with bright eyes.

Qin Kun drank the wine in the glass quickly, thought for a while, nodded and said: "Judging from the name, he should be a senior in the world."

The two looked at each other for a while, and then the topic stopped there.

Ying Fengyao kissed Qin Kun's cheek: "It was also in that year that I met the judge."

"how does he look like?"

"I forgot...I didn't lie to you this time, I really forgot. His eyes are very strange and deep. I forgot what he looks like, and I only remember seeing him vaguely."

In this sentence, Qin Kunxin, the Pan family has a secret technique called 'Tongwei'. At a glance, a kid with low strength can be directly seen to death.

This kind of Taoism can also be performed on people, and it is more profound than hypnotism. It directly applies one's own spiritual power to the other party through the eyes.

When Zuo Jinchen fled back then, it was because he glanced at Feng Qiang that Feng Qiang defected.

"and after?"

"Later, he only contacted me by text message. I heard that he is the manipulator behind many Taoist temples in the deep mountains. However, he didn't do anything harmful, except to kill you."

Impossible, when Ge Zhan and the others described Zuo Jinchen as heinous, if that judge was Zuo Jinchen or his true biography, I am afraid that even if they did something outrageous, they would be washed away.

"Actually, to be honest, I don't think the judge wants to kill you. He just wants your tattoo..." Ying Fengyao stroked Qin Kun's palm, where the columbarium tattoo lay quietly.

Qin Kun looked at Ying Fengyao and said, "Do you know what this tattoo represents?"

"I don't know." Ying Fengyao admitted, "But the judge told me that your tattoo is called the Ten Death Marks, which represent the harmony between Yin and Yang."

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Chapter 0220

Yin and Yang live in harmony?

After Qin Kun heard this reason, he thought it was nonsense.

If there were really ghosts in this world, there would be no need for ghost hunters in the world.Obviously, no.Since the underworld is so chaotic, how can yin and yang be safe?

Niu Meng once said that a city god's temple in a certain place would station a pair of shady partners, black and white impermanence, or a bull's head and a horse's face, but Qin Kun had never seen it before.

This is like Yangjian becoming a world where ghosts roam and Yang people are autonomous.

Countless monsters, ghosts and monsters have appeared successively from generation to generation.

The ghost hunter has become the representative of maintaining order in the world.

In such a world, there is only temporary peace, but no permanent peace.

"If the ten seals of death could represent the peace of Yin and Yang, then the previous generations of companions would have brought peace to the world of heaven."

If you die without a heir, you will become a fierce ghost, if you die without an offering, you will become a wild ghost, and if you die accidentally, you will become a wandering spirit. If you want peace in the world, you have to think about how to save these ghosts, how to send them away, and how to destroy them.

You have to think about how the world can be friendly and harmonious.This is the highest goal of Taoism, to rule by doing nothing.

This can get the imprint of the law granted by heaven, and it can't change any overall situation at all.

……

After one night, at noon, Qin Kun sent Ying Fengyao away and found a coffee shop for a rest. When going to work in the afternoon, Qin Kun went directly to Director Wang's office.

In the office, Lao Wang drank tea and looked at the performance report of the funeral home for this month.

Funeral parlors can be regarded as the most worry-free unit for leaders. They perform well, and everyone has money to get them. They serve the dead and take money from the living. They feel at ease and happy.Poor performance means fewer people die and are happy.

Curator Wang didn't know what he was happy about now, but when he saw Qin Kun coming in, he rarely took out a pack of soft Chinese.

"Xiao Qin, here's a good cigarette!"

It was rare for Qin Kun to see Lao Wang loose cigarettes, so he pulled out several of them for himself, and Lao Wang felt a pain in his heart: "Save some for me! I finally hid it privately!"

Qin Kun put half a pack of cigarettes into his own cigarette case, and smiled: "How old are you, do you know that smoking is harmful to your health?"

Lao Wang was furious: "This is an open flame, I use it to ward off evil spirits!"

Qin Kun curled his lips: "You are not afraid of little ghosts, but what kind of evil can a cigarette do when you meet big ghosts?"

Qin Kun poured Lao Wang a glass of water: "Drink more tea and reduce smoking. You will retire after working in this job for a few years. Taking good care of your body is the kingly way."

Seeing Lao Wang ignoring himself, Qin Kun didn't mind: "Old Wang, I want to ask you something. Have you ever seen a errand?"

"I heard that in every city's Town God's Temple, there will be two ghosts to guide the dead into the nether world."

Qin Kun sat in front of Lao Wang's table with a sincere expression.

Curator Wang was still angry at Qin Kun for taking away his cigarettes, but seeing Qin Kun's seriousness in asking, he corrected his attitude.

"I've seen it. Eighteen disciples guard the gate of ghosts. As a Fengdu eighteen disciples, I have naturally seen ghosts."

Qin Kun thought that Lao Wang was going to fool him again today, saying something like 'you will know when you should know' to perfuse him.

I didn't expect him to see it!

"What about the errands in Linjiang City? Where did they go?" Qin Kun was curious.

Curator Wang looked at Qin Kun: "You don't know?"

I sure don't know!

Curator Wang said: "Old Immortal Chu, Jing Huo didn't tell you?"

"tell me what?"

Curator Wang fell silent suddenly, and looked at Qin Kun. This silence was like a sculpture, making Qin Kun feel hairy all over.

"Old, old Wang, what are you doing looking at me like this..." Qin Kun saw that Director Wang seemed to be about to say something.

"30 years ago, when the previous generation accompanied Tengu to death...a young man came to Linjiang City."

After curator Wang finished speaking, he paused for a while, with a strange and sad expression, as if he was reminiscing, but also seemed to have some unspeakable secrets.

Qin Kun took a deep breath and said calmly, "It's me."

Curator Wang's hand holding the teacup shook violently, and the hot tea splashed out and spilled on his hand.

"You remember?"

"Ah."

When Qin Kun thought of it, he didn't think about it, but experienced that part of the past.For a long time, Director Wang thought that this memory was sealed by Qin Kun, otherwise he should have known himself long ago.He didn't know, it was because Qin Kun hadn't experienced it yet.

"Then can you remember where the errands in Linjiang City went?"

Qin Kun shook his head.

"Killed."

Was... killed?

This answer caught Qin Kun by surprise.

"That year when you left Linjiang City, a group of foreign businessmen came to the city to develop the area around the City God's Temple. When the Four Olds were destroyed, the City God's Temple was very effective and escaped catastrophe. The poor was killed, and his soul was exhausted, and his death was miserable. Many citizens around heard the screams that night. Later, except for the clay sculpture of Lord Chenghuang, which was forcibly kept by the citizens, everything else was gone. .”

Qin Kun picked his fingers, feeling very strange now.

Originally, two irrelevant errands died, but it felt like something had been trampled on.

"How did they kill it?"

"It should be the exorcist of the West."

"Nanzong... is there no movement?"

"Yes, at that time, not only Nanzong, but everyone who followed Master Yang took action. The next night, everyone gathered in the Temple of the City God. Those exorcists were very powerful, but they couldn't stand the crowd and were drawn out. The soul was beaten into a pulp. Then Lao Qu and I sent it to the crematorium to be burned."

Qin Kun could vaguely feel the evil spirit in Lao Wang's eyes when he said this.

It was as if it wasn't a errand, but two young men who were their own helpers. Their souls were drawn out, which completely angered the group of ghost hunters.

"Old Wang... have you ever killed someone?" Qin Kun picked a joke that wasn't a joke, and moderated some serious topics.

Curator Wang chuckled: "Xiao Qin, if we are in this industry, we must follow the rules of this industry. Who told you that on the road of life and death, everyone is good?"

"In 83, in the East, Europe, and the other side of the Pacific Ocean, how many spies and spies sneaked into China, we didn't care about those people. However, some wizards, exorcists, and feathered snake priests came to our inland, so we have to care about it?"

"We are the ones to take care of the ghosts in the interior, and we have the final say on the life and death of the interior. What are they doing here? Bullying us without anyone? Or bullying us weak?"

"At that time, the radio said that the international war situation was unstable, and the war could start at any time. It was all a matter of the country. We didn't understand the economic war after that. It was all played by businessmen, but these ghosts and snakes got in. Should we take care of it?"

"Chu Laoxian looks for someone, Jing Huo kills someone, Yu Heimian takes care of the aftermath, Lao Qu and I burn the corpse, whoever has a ghost in his heart deserves to die."

"In the four provinces around Linjiang City, we have wiped out all foreign exorcists, Satanism, mercenaries and the like."

Lao Wang aggressively crushed the cigarette butts into the ashtray: "In the next five years, no less than 5 gringos were burned in our crematorium, all of whom were mixed into the inland and stirred up trouble."

Old Wang compared his four fingers, and thick smoke spewed out from his nostrils, and the evil spirit began to permeate his whole body for no reason.

Qin Kun felt that what kind of funeral director was sitting in front of him, the entire corpse burning monster!

Old Wang took a sip of tea to moisten his throat: "In the future, if you meet any weird people, as long as they go to the inland to cause trouble, you can do whatever you want. If you kill someone, someone from Sanshan, Sansi, and Sanguan will come out to deal with the aftermath. Eighteen disciples from all over the world will also help you burn the corpse to clean up the tail. On the way of life and death, the rules have been like this since ancient times."

"Life and death are fate, the strong are respected!"

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Chapter 0221 Evelyn, Resurrection

Qin Kun didn't even know how he got out of Lao Wang's office.

The first time he killed someone in Ten Dead City, it was Nie Huzi who enlightened him, fighting skills and killing people is nothing, there are rules for each line, if you die, it is only because you are not good at learning and make trouble.