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

Qin Kun asked him what he had calculated and why none of them came true, but Chu Dao still refused to say anything.

Qin Kun swore that he would never do anything for this old magician again, and that he would keep everything under wraps, making people scratch their heads.

……

Three days later, after the memorial service was over, several corpses were taken to be cremated. The worker pushing the cremation vehicle found that Uncle Qu’s body was wearing a finger cot, which was still an antique, so he hurriedly reported it to Lao Zhou, the person in charge of the cremation building. .

Lao Zhou just glanced at it, then curled his lips and said, "You can't take things from dead people, because it will attract unknown people, so burn them together!"

The little worker was greedy for ink, and felt that it was a pity that such a beautiful fingertip was burned, so he slipped it off secretly before pushing it into the cremation furnace.

Lao Qu was cremated, curator Wang was emptied of energy and energy, and suddenly aged several years. Qin Kun was called back to the funeral parlor. Kun happened to have nothing to do, so he agreed.

Early the next morning, the police suddenly came to visit. Last night, a worker in the funeral home committed suicide. He smashed his fingers to pieces with a sledgehammer. He lost blood and died in a strange way. Come two or three.

Chapter 0640 The Story of the Soul Finger

One day after Lao Qu passed away, another person died in the funeral home.

Standing behind the policeman, Qin Kun shook his head helplessly when he saw the familiar funeral worker under the corpse.

Ever since he was recruited into the funeral parlor, several old seniors have said that the things on the deceased cannot be taken. Just now Lao Zhou explained to the police that this little worker was very interested in the finger cots on his hand before cremating Lao Qu. The police didn't believe that he was punished for stealing the finger cot, but Qin Kun did.

At Lao Qu’s memorial service, several nephews in the family came to express their condolences. The memorial service was very simple. After the funeral, the family was buried in Xishan Cemetery not far from the funeral home.

It was cold and bleak, curator Wang was wearing a leather felt hat, his nose and eyes were red.

"Old guy... We agreed to retire and fish and play chess together. We still have disciples who haven't been taught yet. Why did you just leave..."

Qin Kun and Han Yao accompanied the curator Wang, and the old Wang sighed and sat beside the tombstone, with snot and tears streaming down his nose every once in a while, and he was very sad.

Qin Kun didn't know how much Lao Wang and his old partner had experienced, and couldn't bring them into their friendship, so he could only silently accompany him. Han Yao was also a little sad, and after burning the paper figurine he made , and left the place to Curator Wang alone.

Halfway up the mountain, Tuwa was squatting under a cypress tree. Seeing Qin Kun smoking, he asked for one.

"When did you learn to smoke?" Qin Kun had never seen Tuwa smoking before, and Tuwa puffed out smoke unskillfully, "I will when I have too many worries."

"Where are all the troubles?"

"After leaving Sangyu City."

Qin Kun has no time to enlighten Han Yao. People grow up in worries, troubles and sufferings, and this is the only way to go.Tuwa used to be simple and simple, because his master Ning Buwei has been taking care of him, and the master asked him to leave Sangyu City and go south, so Han Yao came to Linjiang.

The master said, let him follow Qin Kun, he has a future, he believes in the master, so part of the identity of this priest's true biography is to play the role of the link between the southern sect and the northern sect.

"Brother Kun, the curator has handed over this place to me temporarily. Qu Menke and Xiao Zhao passed away unexpectedly one after another. The young people recruited by the funeral parlor said that our unit was evil, and most of them resigned. If you have nothing to do, you can help help me."

Qin Kun patted Han Yao on the shoulder: "For sure."

Then Qin Kun came to his senses: "Wait, Lao Wang gave this place to you, why did he go?"

"They said they wanted to bring disciples."

"The unit can't even recruit people, where did he get his disciples?"

"How would I know."

When the conversation came to an end, Qin Kun saw that the old man was crying again. He was getting old and prone to strokes when he was overjoyed and sad. Qin Kun had no choice but to put out the cigarette and went to help the old man get up.

"Don't help me!"

"Old Wang, be obedient!"

"you go!"

"..."

Qin Kun really wanted to record a video of Lao Wang's appearance, and resisted the urge to take out his mobile phone, Qin Kun said: "You know that there is a magic weapon that can be worn by others, and it can transform that person's magic weapon when worn by other people. Does it look like?"

Han Yao approached curiously, why did Qin Kun say this suddenly.

Lao Wang wiped his nose: "The rain screen of Yulong Mountain, the bone clothes of Folin Temple, and the six-tone bell of Zhong's house can all be used. Why do you ask this?"

Old Wang had a vicious expression and was very impatient.

"Is there any one on your finger?"

"No!!!"

Lao Wang glared at Qin Kun: "It's okay to leave quickly, you have already been fired by the unit!"

I Nima...

Why is this crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!I have been your mortician for several years, so if you say you turn your back on it, you turn your back on it?

OK, you can.

Qin Kun went down the mountain angrily, and was suddenly stopped by Lao Wang.

"and many more!"

"Fuck away!"

Old Wang pondered for a moment, then said, "You mean the 'Phantom Soul Finger'? It's a magic weapon of the Kanto shaman. Why do you ask this?"

Phantom finger?Shaman?

Qin Kun thought for a while, that braided ghost named Aixinjueluo Naxin seemed to be related to those shamans.

"Old Wang, don't cry, I think Lao Qu's death...is not easy."

Qin Kun recounted what happened to him during the night vigil.

Han Yao also listened carefully.

When Uncle Qu was mortuary... two groups of big ghosts came?

Han Yao murmured in his heart, it was the first time he heard that there were ghosts coming to pay homage to the ghost catcher.

After finishing speaking, Qin Kun added: "By the way, that magic weapon may be called Soul Mozhi, have you heard of it?"

Old Wang suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Impossible!!! The soul mold finger has been lost!"

"I'm sure it's called 'Soul Finger'."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This kind of phantom magic weapon is a legend. It appeared during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. The seriously ill Emperor Kangxi was put on a soul mold finger to imitate a phantom body. Later, Kangxi's personal eunuch was executed by Yongzheng, and the shamans who made soul mold fingers were also secretly executed."

Qin Kun was taken aback.

Curator Wang said: "Therefore, the Yulongshan Rain Screen, the White Skeleton Clothes of Folin Temple, and the six-tone bell of the Zhong family all exist in the world, but the soul model finger cannot exist."

……

At night, Qianmo Home Community.

Curator Wang sat on the table, staring at the food in a daze. His wife sighed and said, "I know you and Lao Qu are partners for life, but how can you not eat? Asia, look at your dad."

Lao Wang's son, Wang Yazhou, came out of the house and persuaded Director Wang to eat. Lao Wang waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I don't have an appetite. I'm going out for a walk!"

In the afternoon, what Qin Kun said made Director Wang think for a long time. This magic weapon is different from the "Phantom Soul Finger". The Soul Model Finger can almost reproduce the soul of the former. Menzijuan' idea!

The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes this possibility. He knows Lao Qu's character. He is taciturn, rarely makes enemies with others, does not provoke people or ghosts, and guards the funeral home for decades. What an enemy.

No matter how you think about it, it's strange that a person with good morals was hit and killed by a car.

Walking outside the community, Curator Wang's face became more and more cold. I'm afraid it's not just someone who wants the 'door scroll', but those people who want his identity as a disciple of Fengdu, right?

beep-

A car rushed towards him suddenly, and Director Wang was startled. He found that he had reached the middle of the road at some point, and his heart sank. back.

Drenched in cold sweat, the driver's car window fell, and he cursed: "I want to touch porcelain to learn technology! Do you want to die?!"

The driver glared and left. Director Wang turned around and found Qin Kun standing behind him.

"Why are you here?" Curator Wang was still in shock.

"Brother Wang called me, worried that something happened to you, let me watch."

Qin Kun found that Curator Wang didn't appreciate it very much, so he smiled and said, "Didn't eat? Shall I treat you?"

In Hong Kong-style tea restaurants, only wonton noodles are suitable for the taste at night. In winter, a bowl of hot noodle soup with a few wontons in it is easy to digest and warms the stomach.

Chapter 0641 share your gossip

When the two of them were eating, the food would dilute the sadness and worry, especially when they had an appetite. Old Wang's food was delicious. Qin Kun looked at him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Old Wang, is there something you are hiding from me?"

"What can I hide from you?"

Qin Kun shrugged and gnawed on the steamed chicken feet: "Since you recruited me to the funeral home, you have kept a lot of things from me. For example, my fate. For example, the memories I remembered later. There are many."

Curator Wang looked at Qin Kun's mouth full of oil, and sighed in his eyes.

If you speak up about something rashly, you will be regarded as crazy, what should he say?When he told Qin Kun that he had met Qin Kun 30 years ago, Lao Wang didn't think that Qin Kun would treat him as a normal person.

After wiping off his sweat, the old Wang said, "It's been 30 years, and you're still not old. Me, Chu Dao, Jing Sansheng, Yu Yuexian, and Wu Xiong are already bad old men. Time... so fast."

Lao Wang's 30 years are completely different from Qin Kun's 30 years.

Qin Kun really wanted to say that he returned to that era by accident, but held back.

They think that they are companions, and that they shoulder the fate of this generation, and they can only bear it.The old ones are getting old, the young ones haven't grown up yet, and the weak generation has to leave some hope after all.

"Yeah, it's been 30 years. I remember we only met when Yang Shen just died."

Qin Kun recalled that 30 years ago, he met the young disciples of Fengdu, the young chiefs of the Southern Sect, and it was just a time during a mission. For them, it has been 30 years.The funeral home back then was still near Yuetan Mountain in the northern suburbs. At Yang Shen's funeral, on other people's timeline, it was the first time he met Lao Wang and Uncle Ge.

The noodles were sucked into the stomach, and after drinking the soup happily, Lao Wang changed the topic: "Are you sure, the fingertip on Lao Qu's hand is the soul mold finger?"

"I'm sure."

Lao Wang didn't know why Qin Kun was so sure, and sighed: "If this is the case, then the things in Wuwei Mountain... are really going to come out."

Wuwei Mountain, one of the Nine Lands, is one of the three mountains called Yulong Mountain and Tianhu Mountain. Qin Kun has heard the name of Wuwei Mountain many times, but the strange thing is... Among the Nine Places, there are Taoist priests and ghost hunters, Maoshan, Fuyushan, and Jiudi are the family of ghostbusters, but Qin Kun has never seen the Taoist priests of Wuwei Mountain.

And... isn't Wuwei Mountain Yang Shen's lair?What the hell is there?

Qin Kun couldn't help asking, but Lao Wang's answer was unexpected.

"There...the ghost king is there."

ghost king...

"It's just the ghost king, so there's nothing to worry about, right? Isn't Uncle Ge still there? Madman Zuo, Huapixian, Old Taisui, and the holy monk you've been talking about, aren't they all there?"

Super-class ghost hunter, which one can't single out the ghost king?

"But there were seven of them."

"How many?!" Qin Kun almost bit his tongue.

"Seven! Nanling Ghost King, Sanmiao King, Tianshan Ghost King, Longhuai Ghost King, Black Snake Ghost King, and... Great Shaman Sahalian, Japanese Great Onmyoji Wuliu Chuangu."

Qin Kun was in a daze, as if a tendon had tensed.

Seven... This joke is not funny. Once there were seven gourds that almost turned the world upside down. How about the seven ghosts?

Where did so many ghost kings pop up?

"Didn't Sahalian and Wuliu Chuangu be killed by Yang Shen?"

"Their ghosts were cut off by the Seizing Knife, and they were trapped in Wuwei Mountain. At that time, everyone knew that Lord Yang was the number one celestial master in the Republic of China, but he couldn't do anything to those ghost kings."

"Yang Shen has two ghost kings, eight ghost generals, and 36 evil sword guards!"

"It's useless, his ghosts are too hostile, Taiyi Nine Refinements can only be practiced up to Seventh Refinement. And after the Seven Ghosts are behind them, although it is not a problem to fight those ghost kings, but the karma and ghost aura are all over the body. At some point, just a lunatic."

Qin Kun ate a mouthful of wontons. This story seemed to be different from the version he had heard.

The old king paused, and continued: "These ghost kings, except Sahalian, Wuliu Chuangu, and Longhuai ghost king guarding Wuwei Mountain, the rest are the top ghost kings in China. The ghost king, the Changbai ghost king, and the southern Yunnan ghost king are not strong at 01:30! These guys are all murderers in their lifetime, and the more evil they become, the stronger they become! Master Yang can only knock them down to wandering souls, but Yinlong cuts them down. No. With Yinlong protecting their bodies, they can’t be dissipated, and their cultivation base is also increasing. Therefore, Yang Ye had to trap them in Wuwei Mountain before his death, and be guarded by the ghost king Longhuai.”

"Old Qu's death, is it related to them?"

"I don't know, but the disciples of Fengdu are the key to unlocking the shackles of Wuwei Mountain. It's true. But fortunately, Master Yang set up two shackles back then, and the first one needs to be unlocked by his body skills. I'm worried What's more, there are evil spirits who want to help them get out of trouble. At that time... China will be in chaos."

"Old Wang, don't worry so much, people tend to get confused when they think too much."

"Qin Kun, Yinlong is the source of disaster. Some energies in the world cannot be touched because they cannot be controlled."

Compared with the old Wang who is a philosophical and repressive style, Qin Kun still likes to compare himself to the old Wang who is a business wizard.

"I will pay attention." Qin Kun felt that his reassurance was too pale, and he should not be able to comfort Lao Wang, so he simply said, "Actually, what should happen will definitely happen. I have experienced such things by fate."