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

Mr. Xinglin smiled and left without saying anything.

After the group of three left, Wang Qian came over: "Aren't you going?"

Qin Kun shook his head. This matter was too strange. He didn't know how deep the water was, and he didn't know anything. He got on the boat rashly.

"Don't go."

"Master Qin must go."

A jerky voice suddenly came.

Qin Kun looked at the door, it was a Nanyang wizard.

The person is already very old, and as soon as the old man appeared, the ghost-headed evil master knelt on the ground, resting his forehead on the old man's instep: "I have seen Master."

The old man came on crutches and bowed to Qin Kun: "Old man, Tiyevarman."

The seance came.

There's nothing sinister about it, but he does stink.Like stinky meat that has been exposed to the sun for several days, the smell of corruption makes people want to vomit.

The appearance of Jiang Shen is not amazing, but a pair of eyes, as long as they look at each other, there is a kind of palpitation that pierces the soul.

Wang Gan's fat face was stiff, and he whispered: "Qin Heigou... This, this is the God of Jiangtou... The old man was arrested more than 20 years ago in an island prison in Nanyang. In three days, 17 prison guards and more than 60 people died. Prisoners... this is a killing star..."

When Wang Gan was talking, he couldn't help scratching his head, always having the illusion that a little ghost was climbing up his head.

Qin Kun wrinkled his nose: "Old man, please enlighten me."

Tiyevarman smiled, and paused on his crutches: "I'm old, I don't want to fight anymore. I came here today just to tell you, you can't go if you don't."

"Is this your opinion?"

"It's the opinion of everyone who wants to get on board."

"Who is there?"

"Too much……"

Tiyevarman made a gesture of invitation: "The door is over there, if you want to go freely. If you agree to board the boat, I will ask you to ensure that you Chinese people are safe in Nanyang and free from witchcraft."

"I just made this rule."

Tiyevarman smiled: "I'm not dead yet, they promised, it doesn't count."

Qin Kun left the shop.

Surrounded by cold wind, the air tonight is extraordinarily fishy and salty

"Qin Heigou, I have a bad feeling. You seem to be coerced!"

Qin Kun ignored Wang Gan's thoughts and stopped the car to leave.

Thirty minutes later, Qin Kun came downstairs to Xu Facheng's company and was about to cross the road from the overpass, but found Xu Facheng who had been waiting for a long time on the overpass.

"You knew I was coming?"

Qin Kun asked.

Xu Facheng smiled: "Yes."

"Many people going on board?"

Xu Facheng smiled again: "Yes."

"why?"

"Be curious...or...be curious..."

All purposes will be hidden in curiosity. No matter what the purpose of the person who wants to board the ship is, it is always right to explain it with curiosity.

Curious if it is a fairy ship.

Curious if there is a fairy house.

Wondering if it will last forever.

All kinds of curiosity.

When a person has curiosity, he has the desire to explore.The scary thing is that curiosity doesn't die with age.It just sits buried deep inside until one day it is ticked off and continues to grow and grow.

Xu Facheng didn't talk much.

The real Pingfeng next to him said: "Qin Kun, there should be many people looking for you tonight."

Qin Kun found out that since Master Pingfeng said with such certainty, he knew that he was indeed coerced.

"Can they get on the boat, why would it involve me?"

"The years of this matter are too far apart... who really knows." Master Pingfeng sighed.

11 points.

Under the overpass, a group of men in black came over.

Most of them are suits, with ties, and the shape of the collar clip is an inverted five-pointed star.

The man in black at the head is more like an agent than a cultist.

"Black Soul Cult, the leader of the Blood Turtledove, Zalgirod." This is a black man, stretching out his hand towards Qin Kun, "Mr. An Shibai's plane will arrive in the early morning. He said, you are his friend."

Qin Kun didn't stretch out his hand, but looked at the other party quietly.

Wang Gan smiled: "The Black Soul Cult also came?"

Zalgirod showed his white teeth: "Understanding your rules, anyone who dares to appear here has clean hands and feet. I heard that Huaxia Yulongshan also has the same function. Why, do you want to fight?"

Wang Gan was not interested in bickering.

Then, another group of men in kimonos came over, led by a sword-browed samurai.

"Oda Katsutake."

A hand stretched out, but Qin Kun still didn't hold it.

When he was filming in Japan, Qin Kun had met him before. He saw a group of men in kimonos staring at him behind him, so Qin Kun continued to remain silent.

Oda Katsutake retracted his hands that were frozen in the air, and said nothing.

0 points.

Zhao Feng came, and beside him was the old Tai Sui.

"Qin Kun."

Qin Kun didn't greet him, and looked at the old lady silently.

The old lady sighed: "They all came here for longevity. Take a look with curiosity."

"What's on the boat?" Qin Kun asked unprecedentedly.

The old lady shook her head: "I don't know either."

Qin Kun didn't say much anymore.

0:35.

A dusty monk walked onto the bridge.

The monk glanced at Xu Facheng and nodded, and Xu Facheng returned the greeting with a half-smile.

"The head of Qin's family. Master asked me to take a look."

Miao Shan came, Qin Kun nodded.

0:50.

Mo Wuji walked onto the overpass. At this moment, the sky was raining lightly. The drizzle was like silk, and it fell on the top of his head. Mo Wuji opened the oil-paper umbrella and looked at the drowsy sky: "Legendary story, this is the first time I saw it."

1 points.

Tiyevarman and all other evil masters except Chili evil master were present.

Qin Kun glanced at the evasive traces in the crowd.

Tiyevarman bowed to the old Tai Sui: "Should teach Tiyevarman, I have met Master Zhu."

The old Tai Sui slapped his nose: "The smell is unbearable."

Several evil masters wanted to be angry, but they were stopped by Tiyavarman: "The same is true for real people."

Zhao Feng stared at Tiyevarman unkindly, the two groups did not fight after all.

At 1:30, all the people standing on the bridge were already wet.

Under the bridge, Wan Wanlang, deputy Lu Daochang, Xiao An, and Xiao Zheng stood by the car, feeling the atmosphere was extremely strange.

"Team leader... this is?"

Xiaoan didn't expect that there were so many people gathered, what were they doing?

"Don't ask me, I don't know anything."

Wan Wanlang didn't know why so many forces appeared overnight in the splendid and prosperous Shanghai.And they were all aimed at Qin Kun.

This is to rebel? ? ?

Wan Wanlang leaned on his cigarette, and hurriedly typed to ask Nie Huzi: "Senior brother, what's going on? The Black Soul Cult is here, the Japanese are here, the Suojiao is here, what are you doing?"

The information was sent along with the photo, and Nie Huzi replied after a while: "I don't know, keep an eye on them. If it doesn't work, prepare your gun!"

1:45.

Dressed in white, came with a sword in hand.

Yunqiu Guanshuoyue has come.

"Senior brother Qin. The uncle asked me to bring it to you."

A piece of parchment is shaken open, the ink marks are still there, it is a poem.

There are dust and wine marks on the clothes.

Traveling far away is everywhere.

Is this body a poet?

Xiao Yu rode a donkey into Jianmen.

The font with iron and silver hooks is quite like Hua Tianshu's style when he was dancing swords.

Qin Kunsu calmed down and smiled softly: "I don't understand, but I accept Old Man Hua's wishes."

"Well, Uncle Master won't let me stay for a long time, so I'll leave first."

Shuo Yue finished saluting to the acquaintances present, and walked away gracefully.

2 points.

Another woman appeared.

A pair of phoenix eyes, a pretty face with a cold face, and a food box in his hand.

"Damn, are you hungry?"

Ying Fengyao ignored the people next to her, and opened the food box. Inside were small crispy meat, a piece of braised fish, some steamed buns, rice porridge and pickles.

"I heard that the blood-cut corpse you keep at home makes some food for you every day. I bought this, it should suit your taste."

Ying Fengyao prepared two pairs of chopsticks and handed one pair to Wang Gan.

Wang Gan was flattered: "And mine?"

Ying Fengyao said: "Well, fat man, go to the boat and take care of Qin Kun." A porcelain bottle was secretly stuffed into Wang Gan's hand.

what?

Wang Gan rolled his eyes, he happened to be hungry, so he grabbed a steamed bun and ate it.

"What do you mean? Senior Sister Ying, have you heard something?"

Ying Fengyao raised her head and looked at the old lady: "Senior, Fengyao is confused about something. Is peace or longevity important?"

The old Tai Sui closed his eyes: "Taiping."

Ying Fengyao looked at Master Pingfeng: "So you need to trade longevity for peace?"

Master Pingfeng said after a long while: "If this is true, it will be a peace for 600 years, in exchange for peace in all directions, wouldn't it be good?"