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

After Jiang Lan heard it, her heart was shocked: It was exactly the same as what Qin Kun said...! ! !

Could it be that Dad is not sick, but... possessed by evil spirits?

Jiang Lan felt that her voice was trembling: "Dad, then, did you dream of... um, dreaming of a woman?"

When Jiang Boxiu heard this, he frowned: "Who told you?"

Jiang Lan said, "No, no one..."

Jiang Boxiu chuckled, and patted Jiang Lan's head: "Your mother told you, right? The old woman just said why she didn't serve me food today. It seems that I'm talking in my sleep again. Yes, I've been dreaming about it these days. A woman, look at her sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair, she is very beautiful, um, as beautiful as your mother when she was young, wearing a red wedding dress..."

Jiang Lan's heart had already jumped out of her throat. Next to the study was the antique room, the westernmost room in the backyard.Jiang Lan remembered the dressing table that Jiang Boxiu had collected a while ago, and it was there.

And the room where ghosts were hidden that Qin Kun mentioned was also there! ! !

"Dad, why don't you stay with me in the front yard?"

Jiang Lan swallowed and said.

"No, I'm in the study, and it's warm here. By the way, Lan Lan, go to the next door and take a look at my treasures. It's been a tidal wave these days, so don't let them go bad!"

Jiang Lan walked out of the study with a blank mind, a gust of wind blew by, and the bamboo leaves in the backyard rustled.

Standing at the door, Jiang Lan heard a soft hum from the room, fast and slow, it seemed to be the tone, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

Jiang Lan's palms were covered with sweat.

This house is made of antique furniture that Jiang Boxiu has collected over the years. He spent a lot of effort on this. The whole room was furnished in an ancient style, and there was no electricity.

"Lan Lan!"

Suddenly, Jiang Lan was patted on the shoulder, which made her scream "ah".

Behind him was Zhang Ke, who was also taken aback by Jiang Lan.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Lan was extremely annoyed, and Zhang Ke smiled gentlemanly: "Sorry, you forgot to take the medicine. I'll go and deliver it to Uncle Jiang."

When Zhang Ke walked into the study, Jiang Lan heard him chatting with Jiang Boxiu, so she mustered up her courage and pushed the door open.

In the dark room, there is a faint aroma, which is the smell of well-preserved wood.

There was no light in the room.

Jiang Lan's heart was beating fast, and she remembered that there was an oil lamp on the wooden table in the room.

But the table was some distance away from the door, Jiang Lan smeared and walked towards the table.

In the dark environment, Jiang Lan felt that the road was too long, and she could hear her own heartbeat every step of the way.Fortunately, she finally touched the table.

After lighting the oil lamp, Jiang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a room that is no different from ancient times, and being in it is like traveling through time.

Wooden bed, screen, copper basin, dresser.

On the table made of huanghuali, a faint oil lamp was lit, illuminating the field of vision, and the fire light was reflected on the bronze mirror of the dressing table, adding a bit of light.

For some reason, when Jiang Lan saw the newly moved dressing table, she felt that it didn't fit in with the layout of the room.

In the past, the room was arranged according to the ancient study room, but once the dressing table came in, it became the feeling of a boudoir.

And on that bronze mirror, there are a few black spots that always feel strange.

Jiang Lan didn't look at the dresser much, the oil lamp was on, she always felt that something was peeking at her, the cold wind was blowing in through the crack of the window, her neck was chilly, Jiang Lan wrapped her clothes and glanced around, the furniture in the room There was no sign of dampness, so Jiang Lan blew out the oil lamp and was about to leave.

but……

When Jiang Lan walked past the dressing table, she suddenly bumped into a stool.

what happened?When the oil lamp was on just now, the stool was obviously placed under the dressing table...

Jiang Lan reached out to touch it, but suddenly retracted.

She was sure that right now, a person was sitting on the stool!

In the darkness, Jiang Lan's mind went blank, tears rolled in her eyes, extreme fear dominated all sensitive nerves, and Jiang Lan's spirit could no longer bear this kind of stimulation.

Suddenly, the body turned around and grabbed Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan lowered her head, only seeing a pair of blood-red eyes in the darkness.

His eyes were covered by his hair, and he looked up at Jiang Lan. The blood vessels in his eyes were clearly visible in the hair.

Those were not a pair of blood-red eyes, but the whites of the blood-shot eyes!

The pupils were flipped up, and from a distance, these eyes seemed to be bleeding!

"Don't go, okay? Stay with me."

The ethereal voice echoed in the room, and the man stood up, facing Jiang Lan.

"Ah----!!!" A sharp cry pierced the tranquility of the backyard.

Jiang Lan's terrified voice made Jiang Boxiu, his wife and Zhang Ke shudder.

"Lan Lan! What's wrong?"

Zhang Ke took the lead and rushed into the next room, but saw Jiang Lan sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair.

Jiang Lan was wearing a red dress, long hair shawl, and fresh red lips. Zhang Ke didn't find anything wrong. He forgot that there was no light here before he rushed in.

"Zhang Ke, am I pretty?" Jiang Lan smiled, and Bai Meisheng.

……

Chapter 0129

Qin Kun and his party had a big meal at a hotel near the school in the afternoon.

Drooling, Qin Xue tried her best to encourage her elder brother to come here, because here is the pineapple pancake she wanted to eat most.

The pineapple flying cake is derived from the Indian flying cake. The chef rolls the dough into a thin piece, and with a performance technique, he turns it like a handkerchief.

It was the first time Qin Kun saw it, and he thought it was quite magical.

The flying cakes were very crisp, and the food was very fragrant. Yuan Xinghan called some friends from the Academy of Arts, apparently to take care of Mi Taizi and Qin Xue.

The few who came were school leaders of the same age, and their positions were not high, but they were all young backbones. Seeing that Prince Mi and Qin Xue were familiar with Yuan Xinghan, they naturally treated them like their little brothers and sisters.

Halfway through eating, Qin Kun felt something was wrong in his mouth. He opened his eyes again and saw that the chef who made the flying pancakes sneaked to the back kitchen, so he left for a while with the excuse of going to the bathroom.

"Xing Han, who is this brother? I remember that you are devoted to painting, but you don't pay much attention to human relations."

A college director in his thirties asked with a flushed face.

Yuan Xinghan is not good at socializing at the wine table, so he said: "Well, he is a very powerful person. I have something to ask of him."

"Is there something else you want from others? Hehe, you surprised me."

Seeing Yuan Xinghan faltering, the director couldn't figure out Qin Kun's identity.

……

In the back kitchen of the hotel, at the door of the utility room, Qin Kun took a toothpick and leaned against the door frame.

A waitress lay in it with the fat cook on top of her.

This utility room is just one of the back kitchens of the hotel. The door is open, but people coming and going outside will only see the ingredients and sundries piled up inside, without seeing any people.

Mirage world!

"Aqin, I miss you so much!"

The fat chef's voice was close to a low growl, and the waitress also let out a comforting sound that was out of her mind.

After a while, the battle came to an end, and the two were sweating profusely.

Suddenly, the waitress patted the fat chef on the shoulder and pointed to the door in horror.

The two saw that there was actually a person standing at the door, looking at them with interest.

"Who are you?!!"

The fat chef had cold sweat streaming down his forehead and asked loudly.

Snapped--

Qin Kun slapped him.

The fat chef covered his face in surprise, and said tremblingly, "You...can hit me?"

Qin Kun said with a dark face, "Did you make the flying cakes at table 8?"

"Ah?" The fat chef's voice faltered, and Qin Kun slapped him with a backhand.

"Ah what! If you are a ghost, be your ghost! Next time you make pineapple pancakes and knead the yellow paper into the dough, I am XX, you are [-]th XX!"

Qin Kun spat out a mouthful, and stuck a piece of yellow paper on the fat chef's forehead with saliva, making him extremely disgusted.

Qin Kun's face was dark: Damn it, why did I encounter such a thing!Such a small probability event can hit me on the head, what the hell are you doing to me!

When Qin Kun just ate the flying pancake, he felt something was wrong in his mouth. When he realized it, he knew that he had eaten something 'delicious' that was not an ingredient - a piece of yellow paper that was not burnt when paying homage to the dead. This was the scene that followed.

In Qin Kun's hands, an urn appeared, and the breath on the urn made the male chef and the waitress tremble with fear. This breath made people feel extremely palpitating, like a huge whirlpool, and the soul would be sucked into it even if it got close.

The fat chef immediately knelt down, not daring to wipe off the saliva on his forehead, hugged the waitress, and cried loudly: "Master! Please let us go. We used to work in XX Hotel and burned to death once." After death, I found that she was still floating in the underworld and could not go to the underworld. I saw that Aqin was so hungry that she couldn't help it, so she came out and found another job... We didn't harm anyone... I have heard the rules of the underworld, this I only come to work in the hotel at night, during the day I am very law-abiding and will not go out randomly..."

The fat cook and waitress cried pitifully.

Qin Kun can tell that the waitress is a wild ghost, unable to condense her body in the sun, and can only hide in the dark place of the utility room, while the fat chef is more powerful. Find a job in Yangjian!

"Nonsense, if you harmed others, I would have killed you long ago!" Qin Kun planned to take in the two ghosts, and finally took back the ashes urn after thinking about it, "In the future, when making flying cakes, yellow paper will be mixed in, don't blame me beat you!"

There was indeed no smell on the second ghost, and it was a ghost that survived on its own after death. This was the first time Qin Kun saw it.I don't know how they survived.

"Thank you, master! We will never forget the great kindness of the master!" The fat chef kowtowed quickly, and the waitress followed him, daring not to speak.

Qin Kun glanced at the two ghosts on the ground, snorted coldly, patted his ass and left.

Today Qin Kun saw for the first time that a ghost could work as a cook in Yangjian Hotel, this shit is simply absurd!

Qin Kun returned to the dinner table, and the group ate, drank and chatted for a while before ending the meal.

……

In the evening, Prince Mi and Qin Xue were sent back to school, while Qin Kun and Yuan Xinghan rested in the car.

"Director Qin, do you think something will happen to the teacher at night?"

Yuan Xinghan lit a cigarette with a melancholy expression on his face.It seemed that he was looking forward to being needed by Jiang Lan, and was also a little worried that something would happen to the teacher.

The car is parked in the middle of the Bieyuan area and the demolition area, so you can arrive as soon as you have something to do.

Qin Kun leaned on the co-pilot: "Probably yes. Brother Yuan, you are already in your 30s. Why worry about such a small matter? Didn't your teacher go to the hospital for an examination? He is in good health. So the female ghost at the dresser tonight After being accepted by me, your teacher promises that you will start to live and breathe tomorrow."

Qin Kun grinned: "When the time comes, my little lover Lan Lan will be happy, and you, an older youth, will release the savings you have accumulated for more than 30 years."

Yuan Xinghan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he was considered a maverick, and he often read dirty jokes, but compared to Qin Kun's high-ranking yellow accent, it was really incomparable.Are hooligans so educated now?

At 9 o'clock in the evening, before entering the middle of the night that Qin Kun mentioned, Yuan Xinghan was leaning on the driver's seat and taking a nap when suddenly the phone rang.

"Brother Yuan! Something happened to my father, where are you?"

It's Jiang Lan!

……

In Jiang's house, the old lady looked at her wife in surprise: "Old man, what's wrong with you!"

Jiang Boxiu clutched his chest, unable to speak.

Just now, Jiang Lan let out a scream in the westernmost room in the backyard, and Zhang Ke barged in without hesitation. Jiang Boxiu, who was in the study, got up and wanted to break into the west room too.

But as soon as he got up, a huge dizziness swept over him, as if something had been pulled out of his body, Jiang Boxiu fell on the bed all of a sudden, having difficulty breathing.

"Lan Lan! Xiao Zhang! Where are you?"

The old lady panicked, and suddenly, a figure of a man ran out from Westinghouse in a panic.

Zhang Ke's two sleeves were scratched, and the bloodstains on his body were shocking.It completely lost the calmness and elegance it had before: "Auntie, there is a ghost in this house!!!"

The old lady trembled and shouted, "What nonsense!"

"Auntie, what I said is true!" Zhang Ke lost control of his emotions.

"Xiao Zhang, go and see your uncle!"