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

"I've been waiting for you for a long, long time...won't you come and see me?"

The woman's voice caused the water splash to set off the sound of waves. Qin Kun lowered his head, and a light appeared at the bottom of the deep well, but it was only the size of a grain of rice.That kind of distance is beyond the range of the eyes of the sky, and Qin Kun can only vaguely see a woman sitting on a sarcophagus, and beside her is an ever-burning lamp.

"Qin Kun, even if you want to leave, why don't you talk to me? You used to like talking to me the most..."

"Qin Kun, you forgot who I am, right?"

"Qin Kun..."

With his last bit of strength, Qin Kun climbed to the mouth of the well and jumped out. By the well, Xu Yang's old eyes were cloudy, and he wiped his tears with trembling hands: "If you don't come out again, I guess I will go down to accompany you..."

Xu Yang can't say how old he is, Qin Kun is a little puzzled, this guy is not dead yet, it really is a scourge for thousands of years...

But he couldn't think so much anymore, Qin Kun exhausted all his strength, fainted in his mind, and fell into a deep sleep.

Before going to bed, a reminder 'Ding!About to leave Hancoffin Ghost Town'

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Chapter 0251

In Hancoffin Village, the sun is in the middle.

At old man Kang's house, Qin Kun was awakened by the sunlight outside the window, and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

When he woke up again, it was already noon the next day, Qin Kun was dizzy and his muscles were burning with pain.

Beside Qin Kun was a black goose. Seeing him wake up, the black goose walked out swaggeringly, quacking.

After a while, old man Kang walked in, looking at Qin Kun with complicated eyes.

"woke up?"

Qin Kun nodded and asked again, "What about them?"

"Wake up early."

"How did I get back?"

"They brought you back."

"Uncle Kang, what do you want to say?" Qin Kun asked as he saw the old man hesitating.

Old man Kang moved his mouth, and finally sighed, "Mother Han Shi, I will hand it over to old man Miao Zhu."

"okay."

In the yard, when Qin Kun walked out, several people surrounded Tu Xuanxuan, watching the DV in her hand.

That's the picture of the ghost city in the cold coffin, except for the ghost DV inside which cannot be photographed, the other stone carvings are all on it.

Seeing Qin Kun approaching, several people greeted: "Director Qin."

Now, Wu Senran, Huo Qi, and Tu Xuanxuan looked at Qin Kun with completely different expressions.

It seems that the secrets of this young man are beyond the reach of common sense.

Qin Kun was mixed with curiosity in these complexities, and he didn't buy it with a slightly puzzled expression in the curiosity. What's the matter, yesterday he fell into the well, and this group of people didn't throw a rope to save him, and tied his clothes in a knot , I can still climb a few meters less.

"Where's Xu Yang?"

"There is a cat in the house. I came back last night and found that I couldn't get hard. I said I was possessed by an evil spirit and I was nourishing my vitality."

Raise a fart!

Qin Kun is really speechless, can this guy worry about anything else besides this?

"By the way, why are you so heavy?" Wu Senran asked back, complaining all over his mouth.

After Qin Kun climbed out of the well yesterday, the ghosts around him disappeared instantly. There were still so many stone carvings in the valley, but there were no more ghosts coming and going.

Qin Kun was in a coma, Xu Yang was in a coma, and the team had no leader. Fortunately, there was a black goose leading the way. Yuan Xinghan carried Xu Yang on his back, and Wu Senran carried Qin Kun on his back, but they couldn't carry them!In the end, it was Wu Senran, Huo Qi, and Tu Xuanxuan who carried Qin Kun back.

Hearing Wu Senran complain about what happened last night, Qin Kun couldn't remember it, but his standard weight of 140 jin is not heavy, right?

"Director Qin, is this yours?" Huo Qi suddenly remembered something next to him, and took out something and handed it to Qin Kun.

This is an awl, a magic tool that kills the awl!

Maybe he got the reward when he came out of Hancoffin Ghost City, but Qin Kun passed out before he had time to collect the elastic space.

magic weapon...

Qin Kun was a little bit embarrassed. Last night, this group of people almost died of old age in the ghost town because of this magic weapon... If it was left in the ghost town, Qin Kun would probably cry to death.

"It's mine, thanks~"

At the door of Mr. Kang's house, the old temple wished to come to visit.

No pleasantries, no thanks.

After Lao Miaozhu saw the magic weapon in Qin Kun's hand, he looked at Old Man Kang.

"Old Kang... really..."

"Well, the life-poaching awl."

Qin Kun was shocked, and found that the two of them knew what he was holding, especially the old man Kang, with extremely complicated eyes. He just looked at him and wanted to say something. Could it be that he wanted to mention this?

But... why do they know the life-killing cone? ?

Seeing the two old men talking to Qin Kun, Tu Xuanxuan and the others tactfully stepped aside.

"What is that iron awl?" Tu Xuanxuan asked Hodge curiously.

Huo Qi said: "I don't know, I picked it up by the well. Uncle Kang saw it in the morning and seemed shocked."

Wu Senran said in a low voice: "It's probably not a good thing, kill me! This can't be a murder weapon, right?"

How could the experience last night be better than that at the Xishan Experimental Base before?

That time, in the dormitory building aided by the Soviet Union, Wu Senran saw that someone left a meal for Qin Kun 30 years ago. I shivered. After staying with Qin Kun for a long time, it is easy to become nervous. No one will believe this kind of experience!Sometimes I can't tell if it's reality or a dream.

He felt that after this trip was over, he had to go for an outing to enjoy the flowers and soothe his spirit... This kind of trip, once or twice is enough.

In front of the stone table in the yard, Qin Kun, old man Kang, and Lao Miaozhu sat together.

Lao Miaozhu looked at the awl in Qin Kun's hand and sighed deeply: "Unexpectedly, all these things came out..."

Old man Kang lit a cigarette: "Old man, it's not because of you!"

Lao Miaozhu smiled wryly: "The world has its own fate, what has it to do with me? Little brother, are you really not a Taoist priest from Maoshan?"

Qin Kun shook his head. The Southern Sect and the Northern Sect regard Maoshan as their ancestral court. The funeral director of his own funeral parlor relies on Director Wang's side, so he can't be counted as Maoshan.

"Do you know this thing?" Qin Kun asked when he saw the two of them.

"Why don't you know each other..." The two said in unison, looking at each other with wry smiles.

Old man Kang said: "The ancestral craftsman's tool, this is the chisel for the coffin maker's ancestor Ye Liang! It is said that it has been passed down for hundreds of generations. When the old coffin maker died, he brought this thing into the coffin maker's tomb. According to legend In the Song Dynasty, a celestial master from Maoshan passed by the village and wanted to exchange this drill, and offered a hundred acres of fertile land and a thousand taels of gold and silver, but he did not exchange it.”

Qin Kun was startled, everyone said that ghost hunters, especially those seniors in the world, are masters in making magic weapons, and they are the celestial masters of Maoshan!If he wants to change this magic weapon, it can only prove that this thing is very useful.

The old temple wished: "However, this thing is unknown. The old coffin makers of all dynasties used this thing to commit suicide. It was nailed into the temple, and the appearance of death was horrific. The old ancestors said at the beginning that this chisel is an evil thing, and everything can be chiseled. , can confuse the mind."

Qin Kun could feel that this life-killing awl was different from his other magic tools.

The ghost aura above is extremely strong. This thing is not for dealing with ghosts, but for dealing with people.

Chiseling Cone

Type: magic weapon

Introduction: Chiseling and breaking souls, sharp and sharp

Comprehensive evaluation: A weapon of great evil, with the power to show off evil spirits, it is said that it was originally made by Yinming beast teeth

Qin Kun put away the life-chiseling awl. The power of this thing has not been tested, but it seems that it should not be too bad.

"Since this little brother possesses Taoism, the old man has a request. There is a well in the coffin maker's tomb, and there is a female ghost in the well. I wonder if you can help get rid of it?"

well?

Qin Kun shook his head.

He almost fell there yesterday. Thinking about it afterwards, he felt a little unbelievable. With his physical fitness, even if he climbed out of the wellhead, no matter how exhausted he was, he would not faint.

He felt that there must be something weird about that well!

He never wanted to go to such a place again.

Lao Miaozhu and old man Kang felt a little regretful, but there was nothing they could do about it. Qin Kun was obviously here to travel, and he seemed to have some strength, but he didn't want to meddle in their village's affairs.

Lao Miao wished Qin Kun a firm attitude, so as promised, he sent a pillow made of cold stone and left.

Qin Kun said: "Uncle Kang, if there are no accidents, we will leave tonight. Thank you for your hospitality."

Old man Kang nodded, pondered for a while, and then suddenly said, "Actually, every generation of Hancoffin Village has its own rules."

"what?"

"Whoever can get the life awl in the coffin maker's tomb is the true biography of this generation's coffin maker. Brother Qin, do you want to learn how to make a coffin?"

I rely on!

Qin Kun's eyes widened, don't mess with me, who has nothing to learn from that!

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Then... you have to hand over the life-killing awl, which is passed down from our village's ancestors..."

"No! Don't even think about it, this is what I found..."

"So what?" A green light flashed in old man Kang's eyes, and Qin Kun was surprised to find that he had entered a mirage world.

how can that be? !

In broad daylight, except for old man Kang, Qin Kun's surroundings were pitch black.

On the table in front of him, old man Kang handed out an extremely ancient scripture scroll, on which were written three characters written in iron and silver hooks - the scroll of 'coffin'.

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Chapter 0252 The Times Are Different

In 1975, Goose County, Hancoffin Village.

There was light rain in the sky, Kang Dalong hid in Yanjun Temple, and there was a young Miaozhu in the temple.

"Big pine! Big pine!"

Kang Dalong was lying outside the hall, calling Miao Zhu's name, Miao Zhu's name was Gu Dasong, and he was about the same age as Kang Dalong, both less than 20 years old, a young boy.

"Dalong? Aren't you going to work?"

Gu Dasong found out that his friend was coming, and asked in a low voice.

"No! Let's go, go shoot birds!" Kang Dalong lifted the tarpaulin, and inside was a brand new shotgun.

Gu Dasong's eyes lit up, and his heart was a little moved, but he said, "Not today, Master is receiving guests inside, let me guard here."

"Guests? Ghost temples like yours also have guests?"

Kang Dalong couldn't figure it out.

Gu Dasong glared angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, my master heard it, be careful of getting beaten."

"What are you afraid of! There must be some extraordinary people, please ask your master to bury the coffin, let's go and listen!"

"Isn't that bad?" Gu Dasong wondered.

"What's wrong, let's go!"

Kang Dalong glared at him angrily, and went under the window of the wing room to eavesdrop, Gu Dasong also followed.

Gu Dasong's master is not only the old Miaozhu of Yanjun Temple, but also the old coffin maker of Hancoffin Village. The current coffin maker is his master who is the most powerful!

The voices in the wing room included Gu Dasong's master and an old man. The two broke through the window and found that the old man was in his 60s and 70s, he was full of energy, and his speech made people feel like a spring breeze, and he was very kind.

"Yun Zun, I am flattered to condescend to come to this small temple of mine." Gu Dasong's master, Lao Miao Zhu bowed stiffly.

The old man returned the salute with the same respect: "Don't dare, the successor of the coffin maker is too polite. We belong to the same way of life and death, you and I should talk about each other as equals."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Lao Miao Zhu said politely, "Why don't you stay in Xiaomiao without knowing Yun's dignity?"