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

The second brother, Qin Ming, was holding the child, and the third brother, Qin Liang, was waiting at the entrance of the village in suits and leather shoes, welcoming Qin Kun's family.

"Second uncle (second uncle), second mother, brother! Xiaoxue!"

The two younger brothers, one stayed in the village and the other took root in the city. The situation was completely different. Qin Liang showed Li Chong the scene, and he looked like a dog. Qin Ming Anxin took care of the orchard at home. Compared with him, he was a little tired and old.

The two chose different paths, neither good nor bad, Qin Kun stepped forward and punched each other, throwing out the red envelope.

The 1 yuan note was stuffed thickly, and Qin Ming was a little embarrassed: "Brother, I can't ask for it..."

The third younger brother Qin Liang was quite slippery. He stuffed it into his bosom and said with a smile, "Er Ming, you don't want what I give you. If you give it to me, take it quickly!"

Qin Kun patted Qin Ming on the shoulder: "Stop talking nonsense, it doesn't cost money to raise a wife and children? Not much."

As she spoke, she teased her niece's face, and the two-year-old girl giggled.

It's the end of the year again, Qin Kun's most relaxing time of the year.

People don't want to be the protagonist all the time.

In a certain period of time, being able to unload the burden and be a bystander of life is the most comfortable way to relax.

Uncle's house, Qin Liang's sister Qin Ying, Qin Ming's daughter-in-law Zheng Zheng, younger sister Qin Xue, and cousin Qin Run, the four girls went to the poker table, and the three Qin Kun brothers chatted in the next room. up.

Most of them are said by the third brother Qin Liang.

Li Chong valued him very much, and he also shed blood for Yuxianting. In that venue, he already had the treatment of the general manager.Li Chong provided him with a car and a mobile phone, and regarded him as a confidant, so Qin Liang mentioned Li Chonglai with gratitude.

Qin Ming was very envious, but didn't dare to think too much about it. He was not alone. His wife was from a nearby village. He met him when he was in school, and then reconnected and walked together a few years later. The fighting spirit, the reality does not allow.

The younger sister, Qin Qing, also chimed in. Qin Qing is 16 years old this year and is already a freshman in high school. He complained about his heavy schoolwork and asked his three brothers for advice on study skills. The three Qin and Kun brothers looked at each other, a little embarrassed.It seems that no one can teach her how to study...

The poker game is lively, Zhengzheng will excuse being tired after playing, and ask Qin Ming to replace him.

Qin Ming went to the poker table, and his siblings hugged their children and smiled politely at Qin Kun: "Brother..."

"What's wrong?" Qin Kun looked at Zhengzheng who hesitated to speak.

"What should I say, this year Er Ming is very envious of brother and San Liang, envious of how prosperous you are in the city, I'm the one who dragged him down..."

Qin Liang scratched his face in embarrassment, but he usually stimulates Er Ming quite a lot, most of the reason is because of him.

Qin Kun listened quietly, and Zhengzheng said again: "Brother...can you find me a job too? Then Er Ming has nothing to worry about...I can endure hardship. If, if it's troublesome..."

Zhengzheng hugged the child and lowered her head timidly.

Work is a trivial matter, but leaving a fixed living environment, changing the pace of life, and facing the unknown is indeed not an easy task.

In the city, the two of them have to take care of their children, and everyone is busy, and there are no relatives to take care of them. In fact, it is more difficult than in the village.

"Have you figured it out?" Qin Kun asked.

Zhengzheng shook her head: "I didn't think about it. I don't know anything. It's Erming who takes care of me. I have my parents to help me at home. I'm afraid it will drag him down after I go, and I want him not to be so embarrassing..."

Zhengzheng is very tangled.

"Well, give me a call if you think about it, choose the path yourself, don't regret it."

Qin Kun will not give any advice on this matter.

Everyone chooses their own path, and they can be helped by themselves. As for how to go in the future, it is their business.

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On the first and second day of the new year, I stayed in Qinjia Village for two days, and on the third day, I accompanied my mother back to her natal home.

The business of Zhangji Tofu Square is still so good, and the uncle and uncle are not as hostile as they were last year.

This year my uncle booked a holiday farmhouse, which integrates leisure, entertainment and accommodation. The environment for eating is good, and the delicacies of the mountains and game are quite convenient. During the dinner, I got along well with a few cousins. Instead of participating, one person went outside to let the air in, and the others played poker. Cousin Zhang Zhifei came out and sat next to Qin Kun.

"Would you like a cigarette?"

Zhang Zhifei is the son of my brother-in-law, who has studied well since he was a child. His father looked down on his brother-in-law Qin Mangui, and he also looked down on Qin Kun. The closer the urban-rural fringe area, the more detailed the distinction between the rough and the decent. Of course, there are some The reason is fear.

This year Zhang Zhifei didn't act as a monster, but his gray hair grew a lot. Qin Kun took the cigarette, Zhang Zhifei lit it, and fell silent.

"What's the matter?" Qin Kun finished half of his cigarette, saw that Zhang Zhifei hadn't spoken, and asked proactively.

"Yes. You almost beat me up last year." Zhang Zhifei muttered.

Qin Kun nodded: "Want revenge? How about I let you have a hand?"

Zhang Zhifei shook his head like a rattle, and smiled wryly, "Qin Kun, do you know how to fight? I remember you used to study well. If you didn't fight, you should be able to go to graduate school, right?"

Qin Kun thought for a while and said with a smile: "I went to school in the village before I was 10 years old, then went to the town, went to the county when I was 13, and dropped out of school until I was 16. I have no background, no acquaintances, and I am alone. People are bullied. I don’t want to be bullied. Also, my family was poor at that time, my mother was laid off, and my father’s salary could not afford me and Qin Xue. The money was gone, and the family was sighing all day, how could they go to school? mind."

Zhang Zhifei was silent.

Qin Kun exhaled smoke and said, "So, don't say such childish things, I want to be in the same family situation as you, maybe I really graduated from graduate school."

Zhang Zhifei said in a low voice: "Auntie can talk about it at that time, my father and uncle will definitely not ignore it."

Qin Kun sighed and said: "Yes, who made my mother hard-spoken. She buried a pillar of the country like me."

As long as he can get through all the hard times, he can use a relaxed tone to tease those family and friends who are in trouble with him. This is what Qin Kun thinks is open-minded.

Zhang Zhifei looked at Qin Kun, and for some reason, a trace of admiration rose in his heart.

To tell you the truth, I really looked down on him before, but he made his way out with his own ability, so there is no reason not to admire him, especially after I have worked for a few years after graduation, I realized how difficult it is for Qin Kun to achieve his current achievements.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Zhifei said, "You said last year, beat me up and help me find a job."

Qin Kun said dumbly: "I didn't beat you up last year, you fainted first."

Zhang Zhifei stood up and said, "You can do it now! You said that the monthly salary is 1W5."

Zhang Zhifei's eyes were firm, Qin Kun wondered: "I remember, you have a job."

"The boss is stupid, I don't want to do it anymore, I'm a good professional, I don't want to be treated like a grandson! I want to show that stupid boss... oh-"

Zhang Zhifei was kicked in the stomach suddenly, wailed like a pig, and flew upside down.

The ground outside was the land, and Zhang Zhifei curled up on the ground, unable to move for a while.

The joyful atmosphere in the room was broken, and several cousins ​​came out quickly. Seeing this scene, my uncle was stunned, rolling up his sleeves, and he was about to burst into tears: "Qin Kun! New Year's Eve, you..."

The uncle suddenly saw Qin Kun's eyes, his heart skipped a beat, his tongue got stuck, and he immediately changed his tone: "You...are you okay? Did Zhifei mess with you again? I'll teach him..."

Qin Kun smiled. On the ground, Zhang Zhifei held his stomach and stood up with difficulty, grinning and looking at Qin Kun: "Then it's settled?"

"Well, leave it to me." Qin Kun promised.

Chapter 0998 new Fengdu disciples

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 them.

'The mortician'

Introduction: Break tendons and veins, puncture acupoints to dissect corpses

'burst'

Introduction: Yin and Yang Qi can be compressed and stimulated, shocking the soul and deterring the soul

Two skills, 6000 merits, not many, the key may be better to cultivate than other skills.

Qin Kun, who has practiced experience, is no longer the brat he used to be. The dissecting hand obviously wants to make a breakthrough on the corpse. Of course, it may be the flesh, but it is a little bloody.

Explosive Qi, you can tell from the introduction that it stimulates Yin Qi and Yang Qi in the body, and it should be a Taoist technique that stimulates Yin and Yang Qi.

'Ding!Congratulations to the host for learning to dissect! '

'Ding!Congratulations to Host Academy Explosion! '

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

The fingertips are like claws, the back is round, and the front is as sharp as a blade. Five fingertips, Qin Kun feels very awkward wearing them on his fingers.

The apple on the table was picked up by the iron claws, and with a sudden force, the apple was cut into a pile of pieces. Qin Kun looked at his fingers, this thing is quite sharp, not to mention dissecting corpses, it feels fine for processing wood.

As for the explosion, Qin Kun thought about it, and grasped the other hand in the void, and suddenly felt the spiritual energy in his body gather in the palm of his hand, and a hot air flowed out and poured into his palm.

"My day! It's hot!"

In the spiritual power, the moment the yang energy was decomposed, the palm of his hand burned as if he had grabbed a piece of old iron. Qin Kun rubbed his palm, not knowing what was going on.

Try Yinqi again.

The aura gathered in the palm of his hand again, and as soon as a burst of extremely cold air appeared, his hand became numb from the cold. Qin Kun hurriedly stopped, his hand was as warm as the corpses he touched in the morgue.

After two attempts, Qin Kun couldn't grasp the point, but marveled at the huge difference in temperature after the separation of yin and yang.

It seems that there is still a lot of trying to get the gist.

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On the sixth day of the new year, at 12:[-] in the evening.

Qin Kun drove the locomotive, carried two bottles of wine and cold dishes, and drove to the funeral parlor, planning to have a drink with Tuwa.

Every year, there are people on duty in the funeral home, and this year it is Tuwa.

During the New Year's Eve, the death rate is very high. After the New Year's Eve, many old people fulfilled their wish of getting together during the New Year, and passed away. This is actually one of the joys and sorrows.Because there are more pitiful ones, some old people left before the Chinese New Year with a sigh of relief.In contrast, the former left more peacefully.

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

The corridors of the office building are empty, only the sound of Qin Kun's footsteps echoing, and at the corner of the stairs going upstairs, there will always be some phantoms crouching there greedily looking at the wine and vegetables in Qin Kun's hands.

On the 4th floor, Qin Kun stood at the stairs and said to his back: "Don't follow, this is not a place for you to wander. If you want to enjoy incense, there is the Ice Coffin Hall."

Several phantoms looked at each other in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and walked down.

Qin Kun called Tuwa's name and walked into the office. A charred ghost was playing computer with a brazier under his feet. Hearing this, he turned his head and said, "Master Qin is here? My master has gone to the ice coffin hall."

Behind Qin Kun, Niu Meng and Pepi jumped out, and enthusiastically punched each of the stove ghosts: "How is the new year? Are you going to be black again?"

The Furnace Ghost greeted: "Brother Niu, peel the skin, sit down quickly, Xu Daozi and I are just three in black and white, and you two will be added after this fight!"

Qin Kun glanced at the mob, and knew that there was no pursuit at all in playing games.

A few lively ghost messengers were left here, and Qin Kun went to the ice coffin hall to look for Han Yao.

During the Chinese New Year, the temperature in Linjiang City is already low, and the ice coffin hall is several degrees lower. Qin Kun read an article when he was at work. Hallucinations appear, because the cruel environment will make people lose the desire to survive, and the body will start a self-protection mechanism, making people's minds full of beautiful things.

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

A few paper figurines walked in the aisle, with their eyes and noses attached to each other, imitating human beings, restraining the behavior of ghosts, an old woman licking melon seeds and kicking away the paper figurines who wanted to catch her, a child was holding a ball and playing with the paper figurines , a sissy paints the nails of the paper figurine intimately.

In short, the ice coffin hall for the Chinese New Year is more lively than any place in the funeral parlor.

These ghosts buried in the Xishan Cemetery were burnt by their families as offerings. They were all rich and powerful, and some gathered people to gamble. The corners of Qin Kun's mouth twitched, feeling that their life had become more and more nourishing these years.

"Hello, Master Qin..."

"Master Qin is here?"

"Long time no see, Master Qin... What have you been up to lately?"

"Master Qin, do you want something to eat?"

Some dead ghosts that Qin Kun helped to bury in the past greeted Qin Kun with a shy face. Qin Kun responded one by one, which made some new faces surprised and asked who this young man was.

Tuwa was sewing a corpse in the sewing room. It seemed that he jumped to his death from a building. The collapse of the bones caused the face to be distorted, and he had to cut a hole under the neck and stuff it with stuffing.

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

"Brother Kun? There are also food and drink... rare customers..."

Han Yao grinned and smiled honestly. The stuffing glue was stuffed into the dead man's body, and the face was finally visible.

"It's Chinese New Year, I know you're on duty so I'll come over to have a look. Have you been working hard lately?"

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

"It's okay. Curator Wang brought two disciples out and helped a lot. After Lao Qu's death, he was a little disheartened and recommended me to be in charge of the funeral home."

Uncle Qu's death has always been the curator Wang's heart disease.Lao Wang is about 60 this year, and his old man died. He held a wedding for his son Wang Yazhou a few years ago, and he was not called a person on the road of life and death.

"Two newcomers from Fengdu? Where are they?"

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

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