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

After disposing of the three bodies in a row, Qin Kun wiped his sweat.

There is another one, which was expedited today.

The corpse was in the freezer, and when he opened the coffin-like freezer, Qin Kun saw a corpse.Sitting down on the ground.

"Jiang... Jiang Yang!!"

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Chapter 0087

Jiang Yang is actually dead!

Qin Kun couldn't imagine that a young man who was alive a few days ago was still learning the craftsmanship of the mortuary under his own hands, and today he had to sort out his remains.

Qin Kun took out the phone and took a deep breath, his voice a little hoarse: "Pharaoh, Jiang Yang is dead."

On the other end of the phone, after a while of silence, a voice appeared: "I know. Xiao Qin, don't get excited yet... As your leader, I have to..."

"Leadership! Are you watching Goddess Ma kill Jiang Yang?!" Qin Kun roared, "This is a crime, a crime!!!"

"Qin Kun! Calm down for me! Jiang Yang was originally a living dead! Eight-character Tibetan blood, that body is the blood-cutting and life-extending technique of the North-sect judges! The white-shi Taoist soldiers who were refined with the parchment of the sacrificial family. Let the Zhong family create the soul again! In fact, he is already dead!!!"

Director Wang shouted loudly: "This is the secret technique of the Northern Sect! Have you forgotten the three young people who came after Jiang Yang? Those are all living dead created by the Northern Sect!"

"Pharaoh! The northern faction is so evil, why not exterminate them?"

Director Wang said solemnly: "Evil sect? The earliest Wuhu chaos, Maoshan is at stake, that group of Taoist priests in Fuyu Mountain used the six volumes of heavenly books handed down by the great Celestial Master Lu Jiuhe to create how many Taoist soldiers and killed the Western Regions Master, Wolf Eagle. Master, how many people have been saved? Do you know! The Mongols invaded the Central Plains, the Wolf Eagle Master approached the Central Plains, and the people of Fuyu Mountain were almost slaughtered. Do you know the reason? In front of Maoshan's face, Baishan Wuzhu and Heishui Wuzhu of the Jurchen tribe celebrated each other with their crowns. Do you know the reason? When the little devil entered the pass, the north of the Yellow River was lost again and again, almost ten miles of camp, and a hundred miles of fortress. Who is fighting against the Yamato Onmyoji to assassinate without fear of death, do you know?"

Curator Wang's aggressive tone silenced Qin Kun. If it wasn't for this kind of thing, Curator Wang might never have said it for the rest of his life.

After a long time, Director Wang sighed: "It's all those Taoist soldiers. Those blood-cutting Taoist soldiers are one level higher than the Baishi Taoist soldiers of the sacrifice family. You tell me how to eliminate this kind of 'witchcraft'?"

"However, since these blood-cutting soldiers serve the ghost hunter, why did they kill him..."

"Why?" Director Wang smiled bitterly, "I can't control it, so I will kill it naturally. What's the reason? After all, these are Dao soldiers, dead skins, dead blood, dead souls, and they are living dead. The northern faction also thought about giving them the right to live, but this is all about raising tigers."

"In the 70s, a group of blood-cutting soldiers got out of their control, became conscious, immortal and immortal. They established a cult, scorned people's lives, and committed all kinds of evil in order to cultivate. They also attracted a large number of core disciples of the Northern School."

"At that time, Chu Laoxian, Jinghuo, Yu Heimian, I, Lao Qu, the old tailor, and the tailor's wife, a group of us led people north to fight with them.

"A section of the Yellow River that was killed is dyed red. Why? Yin and Yang live in harmony!!! These living dead shouldn't appear during the peaceful years. Their moods are moody, and they are addicted to murder. They must die!"

"We went north to clean up these living dead, and they were surrounded and almost wiped out the entire army. The previous generation accompanied Tiangu and Wu Xiong. In order to pacify this incident, one died with the sect leader of the cut blood, and the other was seriously injured and sentenced to the head of the family. By betting against each other, he won Wu Xiong in battle, and Wu Xiong was forced to never enter the inland again. Are they also good people?"

The line between good and bad, Qin Kun has blurred after hearing so many stories.

The former North faction saved the country and the people, and the former North faction also committed evil in the world.

Good and bad, how to distinguish?Is the technique different, or the way?

Director Wang sighed heavily, his eyes were a little sighed, and he took out a wrinkled cigarette, with two brown fingers holding the cigarette, unwilling to recall those bitter memories.

He exhaled a very complicated breath: "Nanzong won that time, Zhong Ji sentenced the three families to finally be forced to admit defeat, destroying the blood-cutting soldiers and destroying their hard work, but we all lost, and the blood-cutting soldiers almost killed us. Seven, seven, eighty-eight people were wiped out, and the rest of us would be immortal... If it wasn't, if Jinghu hadn't invited his master, Senior Ge, at the last moment, and asked the country to send planes and artillery to mediate, life and death would be a matter of life and death. destroyed!"

"When Maoshan was there, who would remember the name of Fuyu Mountain? When Fuyu Mountain was prosperous, who would know about Sanshan, Sansi, and Sanguan? Now Sanshan, Sansi, and Sanguan are the latecomers, and newcomers are emerging one after another. In time, who can think of the existence of the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect of Fuyu Mountain? Did you know that our ancestor of Fengdu Menke obtained the seventh volume of the Heavenly Book of Maoshan! We and Fuyu Mountain are in the same spirit..."

Curator Wang talked about his dead brother, the old tears, the cruelty of life and death, the change of old and new ghost hunters, and the world's incomprehension of this profession, so that Curator Wang had long lost the ambition when he was brought in by the master. Ambition.

Now, he is just a dying old man, talking about life and death...

"Twenty years later, the blood-cutting soldiers appeared again. The goddess Ma went south to destroy Jiang Yang, just to express the position of the Zhong family. They were also afraid that the state would continue to attack them, but the mad parent of the sentenced family was suppressed for 20 years. I'm afraid I've already been enchanted."

"God, it's going to change."

Qin Kun heard that Director Wang hung up the phone and seemed unwilling to say another word.

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In the afternoon, Qin Kun returned to the house.

Chu Qianxun was on the video, on the other end of the computer, an old man, somewhat refined, the old man was chatting with Chu Qianxun with a smile, Qin Kun sat next to Chu Qianxun after seeing it.

"Senior Chu."

Seeing Qin Kun, Chu Laoxian smiled and said, "Brother Qin, Linjiang City is not peaceful these days. Qianqian lives with you. Please take care of it."

Qin Kun said, "Is it a blood-cutting soldier?"

Chu Laoxian's expression was obviously stunned, and then he sighed softly: "I thought Wang Shouyi wouldn't tell you. Well, the sky of Nanzong is about to change, we are in Sangyu City, but the sacrifice and the sentence The head of the house has no intention of seeing us."

Chu Laoxian sighed and said, "In those days, the state convicted Zhong Zi of three families and disturbed social order. The master of the goddess Ma, the master of the family of Ning, and the old madman of the sentenced family, all three of the family's masters spent a few years in prison. Come out. The latter one is poor and the other is white, and gritted his teeth with hatred towards our Nanzong."

"We don't want the country to interfere in matters of life and death, but...they are making too much trouble. Just relying on our old guys to go north will not solve the problem at all."

Chu Laoxian's expression was a little dejected, and Chu Qianxun next to him chatted with his grandfather as soon as Qin Kun entered the door, and asked curiously, "What are you talking about? I heard you say it."

Elder Chu said: "Qianqian, you still don't know some things, but I have to explain these things clearly to Brother Qin."

Qin Kun said, "Senior Chu, I didn't understand it either."

Next to Chu Laoxian, another spirited and tall old man appeared. In the video, the old man still carried a pressure.

Dou Zong's first seat, Jing Sansheng.

The old man Jing was wearing a Chinese tunic suit with a straight body, and said lightly: "Little black dog, some things, when you should understand, will naturally understand. Wang Shou found you and hid it with him, in fact, he didn't want you to get in touch too early. These things. Some of you can't escape when you're supposed to show up. It's your destiny."

fatalism?

Qin Kun didn't believe this at all.

He is a small person. He can't handle heavy responsibilities. Qin Kun will not bear it when the sky falls. This is his principle.

There are parents and a younger sister at home, but I haven't seen my younger sister get married, and I haven't let her parents take care of her life. How could Qin Kun be a hero for nothing?

"Senior Jing, if you teach me your skills, I'll be able to consider what kind of fate to face." Qin Kun replied with a smile.

The old man Jing was not angry either, and he laughed a few times: "Little black dog, as expected, just like Senior Yang back then! My ghost's ability that day, but Dou Zong's secret technique, the fate of three stupid apprentices is shallow, and they have no chance to learn. , your life is hard, but it is possible to learn, but you have to make me look good. Now you, even the little disciple Su Lin may not be able to play, how can you be qualified to learn my housekeeping skills ."

"Fuck! If I really want to beat her, I can bring her down with one hand!"

When Qin Kun spoke, the eyes of the sky opened automatically, and a green flame opened on the palm of his hand.

Chu Qianxun, who was next to him, felt the temperature in the room suddenly drop. On the opposite side of the video, Old Man Jing was also surprised.

"It's actually an extremely cold emerald fire? Little black dog, I didn't see it, but you are growing fast enough."

Emerald fire?

Qin Kun was taken aback, the Great Flame Wrapping Hands is indeed a frozen skill, but this is the first time Old Man Jing has seen him. How does he know my ability?

The old man Jing said solemnly: "But this is not enough, your physique can't exert the strongest power of the jade fire. The tiger roar of my Dou Zong can break your frozen ban. You can deal with Su Lin now, but if Against any one of Shang Yuxuan, Xiao Hua, and Xiao Zong, you will lose in three rounds."

Old man Jing didn't know that he would be a ghost, and Qin Kun wouldn't tell him.

But Qin Kun was absolutely dissatisfied, he couldn't even hold Nie Yuxuan Nie Beard for three rounds.

After all, he is also a person who has been on PK twice!

"Senior Jing, what if I survive three rounds?"

"Not much, but if you defeat Yu Xuanneng one day, I can teach you Tiger Roar." Old Man Jing smiled lightly.

"Okay! That's what you said!"

What Qin Kun lacks now is skills.

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Chapter 0088 Travel company... What the hell are you doing to me!

Video is off.

Chu Qianxun sat next to Qin Kun with wide eyes, Qin Kun narrowed his eyes, and said solemnly, "Please take your hand off my thigh, thank you."

Chu Qianxun blushed, pinched Qin Kun's thigh with his little hand, and asked curiously, "Qin Kun, what were you talking about just now? What kind of blood-cutting soldiers, from a cult?"

Since Chu Laoxian didn't mention these past events in life and death, Qin Kun didn't know how to tell them.

"Blood-cutting Dao soldiers are the living dead, Jiang Yang remembers? It's his kind. If you want to know the details, ask your grandfather."

After a few perfunctory words, he asked rhetorically: "By the way, I remember you said that you made a plan for me, which can make a lot of money!"

Qin Kun's eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands together. This was the main reason why he promised Chu Qianxun to live in the house in the first place.

Qin Kun didn't read much, but his self-esteem was very strong. From childhood to adulthood, he was the least willing to be looked down upon.In the past few years, the social tempering has worn away a lot of energy, but in my heart I really hope that I can do a good job, make my relatives and friends look up to it, and win glory for my parents and sisters.

Qin Kun naturally attached great importance to the plan that Chu Qianxun said.

Chu Qianxun put on a pair of glasses and became more gentle. She skillfully opened the notebook, connected it to Qin Kun's computer, and took out her plan on a wireless explanation software.

"This is a standard-format enterprise development plan, of course, if it is tailored for you, it is enough for you to understand."

Chu Qianxun was operating her laptop, while Qin Kun was sitting in front of his computer, looking at the explanation arrows on the screen and the market analysis chart Chu Qianxun made.

Qin Kun was a little surprised and smiled dryly: "Are you a little too serious, I have never seen such a detailed plan."

Chu Qianxun regained her high coldness. Behind the lens, she was no longer a silly and sweet rich lady, but a rational and mature female white-collar worker in the workplace.

"If you want to make a lot of money, you have to investigate carefully and get the most comprehensive information before you can formulate the most suitable development direction."

"Qin Kun, male, 22 years old, occupation, mortuary mortuary, monthly salary of 8000+, annual salary plus dividends and additional income, around 11W. A set of real estate, rough, house price 2700, 127 square meters, worth 30W, there is room for improvement. Personal. Savings, around 15W."

"You investigate me!!!" Qin Kun couldn't believe it, as if he had been seen through by Chu Qianxun.

"You're wrong, when I made this plan for you, I treated you as my client and naturally wanted to know everything about you." Chu Qianxun continued, "Nowadays, a series of old lines of feudal superstition should be integrated in the inland. The recession, however, has not been completely abandoned, some rituals, handling of supernatural events, home Fengshui industry, tomb robbing and gold and other customs have risen, which has revived feudal superstition."

"It's said to be a feudal superstition, but except for ghost hunters, everything else is a profession left by the ancestors."

"In the industry of ghost hunters, taking the southeast coast as an example, there are 50 temples and temples with an average income ranging from 100W to 621W, totaling 4.5 million, and 100 temples ranging from 1000W to 44W, with a total income of 2.5 million, and the income is over 17 million. There are still 23 places, with a total of [-] billion. So, what are the three grades of this big cake, what do you think you can achieve?"

The lowest-end temples and Taoist temples... 50W to 100W every year? !

The highest, can it be over a billion?

Qin Kun has never seen numbers with such a powerful impact, and whispered: "If it's a ghost hunting agency, with my ability, I can earn at least 500, no, 1000 million a year, right?!"

Qin Kun reported what he thought was an astronomical figure.

One task can take 10~40W, and it should be no big problem to receive 20 such private tasks in a year.But this kind of task is impossible to find. He is only a small person in Linjiang City. If Nanzong does not say, there are other second-level ghost hunters, so it is not his turn.

So 1000W is already his most ideal goal.

Chu Qianxun said: "Okay, 1000W, on the basis of this 1000W, you need a lot of fame, no way, if you want to make money, you can't avoid stereotypes. If you are famous, you can't promote it on the Internet. It’s in the tens of millions, and if you expand it to the circle of the rich guys on the southeast coast, and let that circle recognize you and entrust you with things thousands of miles away, at least hundreds of millions of promotions will be required.”

"You also know that the inherent circle has been finalized. Even if you have the ability to go to the southeast coast, the rich will not necessarily give you important tasks. There, even the Qingquan Temple is more famous than our Seven Star Palace. There are many, not to mention that you are just an unknown little person."

"So, if you want to open a ghost hunting agency, the first thing you need to do is to recruit informants. There are three levels of informants. First, those who have a reputation among the common people, second, those who have a reputation among the middle-level, and third, Those who can talk to the rich. These informants are your sources of business. Otherwise, even if your office opens, I am sure that after 3 months, you will not be able to pay the rent. And this kind of informant , the first two can't bring you material rewards at all, and the third is extremely difficult to find. If you want to take this road, it is very difficult. "

Qin Kun was stunned, the goal of 1000W seems to be not enough to promote his fame.

"But I only need money, not fame." Qin Kun wondered.

Chu Qianxun rolled her eyes at Qin Kun: "You're not famous? Who would betray you. Expect those people to carry a sedan chair and invite you to hunt ghosts and get rid of demons? Hundreds of temples and Taoist temples are blocking you. Not to mention the scattered people. If you want to make money in this industry, you have to be famous, and it’s not enough to be small.”

"Do the rich people understand the psychology? Use the most expensive one. A series of problems that can be solved with money are not problems." Chu Qianxun raised his eyes with sharp eyes.

Qin Kun took a deep breath, is this Nima the difference between a small person and a big person?

"Then... Otherwise, it's enough to do a few small jobs and earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a year."

Chu Qianxun said, "My suggestion is that you don't need to make money at all."

Qin Kun was stunned, and he couldn't keep up with Miss Chu's thinking.

Seeing Qin Kun's puzzled expression, Chu Qianxun said, "Qin Heigou, you're not bad at all, but changing your thinking is the way out. Why don't you help those rich guys for free? Those people's favor is better than gold. It's worth the money."

Qin Kun pouted and said angrily: "Damn! Can you come up with some reliable ideas? It doesn't really matter who I help, you can't spend money to run around, right? Even those literary youths still have a purpose. What about the world. I go all the way to the southeast coast to act as a coercion to those rich people? I'm sick."

Chu Qianxun suddenly smiled: "I'm ill. But the masters always count where they go, give a hand or two, catch a ghost, exorcise or something. That's why I suggest you don't chase those Vanity Fairs. Now, it is very convenient to open a travel company and solve the evil things that happen to you."

Qin Kun got up with a look of disinterest.

Depend on!Seeing that she made such a detailed plan, she still thinks that Chu Qianxun really has an idea, a travel company, me?I didn't even graduate from high school. You asked me to engage in tourism, and the accounts were not good. What a shit.Compensation is lost.

"I have nothing to do, I'll cook first, Miss."

Turning on the gas stove, Qin Kun skillfully prepares meals. Qin Kun is not ready to talk about this topic.

Nima, he is a poor man, so he still deserves his duty.