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

Han Yao told the whole story, and Qin Kun became more and more puzzled as he listened.

"Burning straw... burned your brother?"

Qin Kun flicked the cigarette ash, and sighed, "Then what's the use of you looking for me... It's life if people die, so let's be sad, why don't you be busy tonight, I'll take you to have a drink, and then go to Li Take a bath in Chong's place?"

Han Yao supported her forehead: "It's not that it's gone. It's gone. Sigh...it sounds confusing..."

Tu Wa couldn't explain clearly, because he also got the news.

The source is better than nothing.

Ning Buwei, the Patriarch of the Sacrificial Family, was originally weak, and his expressive ability was never strong. He couldn't get a fart with three punches. Qin Kun naturally didn't understand what really happened after several times of conveying the news, so he decided to go to the Northland.

It was the first time he was entrusted by one of his own people, Qin Kun was not sloppy, and it would be useless for Han Yao to go if he would rather not solve the problem.It is right to look for yourself, but you are not sure about yourself.

Uncle Zuo said that it was complicated to solve, and there were too many causes and effects involved. Qin Kun didn't know how complicated it was, so he had to go and see.

The train ticket was bought by Tuwa, Linjiang went directly to Sangyu City, and after more than ten hours of train, Qin Kun embarked on the road to the north unsteadily.

Nowadays, green leather cars can't keep up with the fast pace, but many people still like to ride them.

Slowness is a kind of tranquility and a state of mind. Qin Kun sat on the sleeper and looked out the window. In recent years, he rarely experienced this kind of experience.

The train roared, passing through mountains and mountains.

In the middle of the journey, perhaps because he was tired of reading the books and newspapers he brought, the old man in the bunk next to him looked at Qin Kun with a smile and began to chat.

"Young man, from Linjiang? Why are you going out this time?"

The old man was dressed neatly and combed his hair meticulously. There was a young girl sitting next to him, about twelve or thirteen years old.

"Visit an old friend."

"Oh? When you checked the ticket just now, I saw that you were going to Sangyu. What a coincidence, we are too."

Qin Kun blinked: "It sounds like you have a coastal accent. Is the old man going on a trip? This is your granddaughter?"

The old man's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he said with a wry smile: "Traveling... it's okay. The main thing is to visit some people. This is my granddaughter Tongtong, who is called uncle."

"Don't call..." The little girl shrank behind her grandfather and looked at Qin Kun, "He has braids and looks like a bad guy..."

Uh……

Qin Kun froze there, untied the hair rope, leaned over with great interest, and looked down at the little girl: "Do you still look like it now?"

The little girl had tears in her eyes: "Now it is!"

The old man laughed embarrassingly, and Qin Kun also stopped teasing: "Okay, uncle is not a bad person, uncle is actually an artist."

Qin Kun imitated Yuan Xinghan's bleak eyes, that vicissitudes of pursuing art, and his special temperament that was different from others, seemed to convince the little girl a little.

"Really?"

"Of course."

"My grandfather and father are also engaged in art, and I have also learned a lot. What is your field? Sculpture? Painting? Music?"

The little girl looked at Qin Kun expectantly with wide eyes, it seemed that this identity brought them a lot closer.

Qin Kun became a little embarrassed again.

I, Nima... have you met an art family?

Such a coincidence...

"Hey, I'm painting..."

"Uncle, can I see your work?"

"I am a model in the art of painting..."

The little girl curled her lips in disgust and said, "Grandpa, uncle lied to me..."

The old man laughed again: "Little brother, don't tease my granddaughter, but you look really suitable to be a model."

All the way from Linjiang to Sangyu, Qin Kun chatted with his grandfather and grandson a lot, and they also found that Qin Kun knew some art of painting, but definitely not in this line of work. The old man asked the meaning of the most special place on the whole body, and Qin Kun said it was to ward off evil spirits.

This time, the old man went on to say three unprecedented words: "Does it work?"

After leaving the train station, it was already the afternoon of the second day.

The sky in Sangyu City is gray.

The unique dryness of the Northland is vividly displayed here. In late autumn, the air quality has also become poor.

The old man and his granddaughter are from the coast, and they came to the North to visit some high-level people. He heard that something happened to his granddaughter, which seemed to be related to evil spirits. He went all the way north from the coast and visited some high-level people introduced by others , can't solve it.

Qin Kun looked at the little girl carefully, and she didn't have any ghosts, so he comforted the old man so that he didn't have to worry too much.

After saying goodbye to his grandfather and grandson, Qin Kun walked out of the station.

Zuo Jinchen and Ning Buwei were not there, and Qin Kun didn't know where Ma Xiaohua lived, so he simply didn't visit anyone and went straight to Tuwa's hometown.

After catching the train, take the bus.

At the end of the bus is a van.

Tuwa's hometown is remote, so Qin Kun thought the village was on fire when the van pulled him to the entrance of the village.

"My fellow, what is this for?"

Thick smoke was billowing, Qin Kun was walking along the field path, before 7 o'clock in the evening, it was already dark, and there were lights not far away, but under the smoke, let alone the lights in the village, people and animals could not be distinguished 3 meters away. .

"It's burning straw!"

Qin Kun shrank his head, burning straw?

"Ahem, isn't it polluting the environment?"

"Then what do you think?" The fellow yelled at Qin Kun, who was choked up.

He also doesn't understand the local customs, one side of water and soil and the other side of life, it seems that this place has been like this since ancient times.

The thick smoke drifted with the wind, and the road was clear for a while and blurred for a while. Qin Kun managed to get out of the thick smoke and came to the village.

"Donghan Village, 103 households..."

Qin Kun looked at a yard with an earthen wall in front of him. The wall had been washed out by the rain, and jujube thorns and pepper wood were piled up to prevent theft.

The broken door felt like it would fall down with light force. Qin Kun slapped it a few times, but no one paid attention.

The aunt next door went out and looked at Qin Kun curiously.

"Looking for Lao Han?"

"Yes, I'm Han Yao's friend."

"Who?"

"Tuwa!"

"Oh~~~ Tuwazi's friend, his father has gone to the old family, and Nantou."

The aunt warmly showed Qin Kun the way.

The old family is the home of Han Yao's elder brother Han Miao. The place may have been afraid of drought since ancient times. Lao Han named his eldest son Han Miao, but there is some expectation of good weather and moistening the land.

Han Miao's family is much more grand than the old Han's family. The aunt came all the way to the door and said to Qin Kun: "The native son is promising. I heard that he earned money by working in the south and sent it all to his father. His father is reluctant to spend it. Nian built the yard for the boss, look at it, how beautiful it is! I just heard that something strange happened to the boss these days, and Lao Han didn't say what happened...he was depressed."

Saying that, the aunt pushed open the courtyard door: "Old Han, the Tuwazi friend is here, come out quickly!"

Lao Han also had a round face, and he was frowning at the moment.The village woman next to her was also in low spirits, comforting a young daughter-in-law.

"Father, mother, tell me what's going on... What's going on..."

Annoyed by his daughter-in-law's noise, Lao Han was helpless, when he heard someone shouting suddenly, he put on his coat and walked out.

"Auntie, what's the matter? Who's here?"

Under the dim light at the door, Qin Kun looked at Old Han and smiled gently: "Uncle Han, I'm Qin Kun, my friend Tuwa."

What he was carrying were the fruits and yogurt bought in Sangyucheng, Lao Han shyly said, "Come in, what are you carrying..."

In the yard, the aunt who led the way left, leaving only Qin Kun and the others.

After learning about the friendship between Qin Kun and Han Yao, the family became enthusiastic about Qin Kun. The friend of the second brother is a capable person in the city. After building a house, everyone in the village is envious of his future, and Lao Han doesn't know how to say anything. Seeing that Qin Kun is well-dressed, he must be not an ordinary person, so he poured a basin of hot water for Qin Kun: "Hurry up and wash your face, Tuwazi these years Leaving home, thanks to you for taking care of me."

After wiping off the dust with hot water, Qin Kun felt refreshed a lot, his nasal cavity was covered with black ashes, which was something he had never suffered before.

Qin Kun sat relaxed in the yard, and Han Yao's mother said, "Come and sit in the kiln. It's getting dark and the kiln is warm."

Cave dwellings, coal stoves, and heated kangs.

As soon as Qin Kun came in, he was invited to sit on the kang, took off his shoes and got on the kang, and was a little flattered.

It was warm under the buttocks, and there were many awards and photos hanging in the cave, and a dim light bulb hung down.

"These are certificates for the eldest and second child to go to school."

Old Han laughed, and suddenly felt a little lonely: "You said the boss's life is so hard..."

Han Yao's mother peeled open the orange and said to Qin Kun: "Xiao Qin, right? Tuwazi mentioned you many times on the phone. He said that you helped him a lot in Linjiang, and you told me about his wife. You are our daughter-in-law. The benefactor of the old Han family. How is he doing recently? He usually talks to his brother on the phone, and we haven’t talked to Tuwazi on the phone for a long time after his brother’s incident..."

"Uncle, Auntie, I'm here this time to see what I can do to help. What's wrong with Han Miao? Han Yao can't explain it to me, so you have to explain it to me."

"Fen'er, go and see if the baby is asleep."

The little daughter-in-law on the other side was discharged from the hospital and went to the next door. Lao Han smiled apologetically and said, "This is the eldest daughter-in-law, a girl from the village. The eldest son is being raised by Fen'er's mother these days. The matter of the eldest is simple to say, but Some evil nature... Tuwazi's master came to see it a few days ago, and he said it was difficult to deal with."

"By the way, would you rather not do it?"

Old Han frowned: "Do you know Boss Ning?"

Qin Kun nodded.

Old Han said: "That's great. Boss Ning and Goddess Ma haven't come back yet. They're at the edge of the field. I'll take you there."

"Ma Xiaohua is here too?"

The corner of Lao Han's mouth twitched, and Han Yao's mother looked at each other.

Who is this young man?

Didn't you come from Linjiang?

How do you still know Boss Ning from Baishidian and Goddess Ma from Sangyu?

"Forget it Han Bo, I'll go find them myself, which piece of land is your house, show me!"

……

Donghan Village, Han Miao's field.

Straw flies and ash flutters.

An old man smoking a pipe was walking through it, and he heard ghosts crying and howling wolves in his ears, and cursed "dog day".

He took out a filial belt, and an old lady in a floral dress next to him said, "Senior brother, don't be impulsive. The yin-yang wall is cracked, and it should have been there for many years, but the guy inside can't come out right now."

"I'm worried about them coming out? What a joke! I'm worried about Han Miao."

"It's useless to worry, counting time, he will come out soon."

The old lady in Huayi is Ma Xiaohua, the head of the Zhong family of the Northern School, and the old man Hanyan would rather not.

Ma Xiaohua shook the small clock, and every time the bell jingled, it seemed that a lot of black mist would disperse, but it didn't last long.

The straw is almost gone...

Why hasn't Han Miao come out...

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the thick fog.

With a distance of three meters, the two couldn't see each other, thinking it was Han Miao who came out, Ning Buwei heaved a sigh of relief: "It's counted!"

But after the man walked in, Ma Xiaohua said in a low voice: "Brother, no, this man has no yin or yang!"

Ning Buwei didn't wait for the other party to walk in, a sash was thrown out, and the sash wrapped around the opponent's forehead like a ponytail.

"Your Majesty!"

Ma Xiaohua found that the filial belt was knocked off with a wave of the man's hand, and her expression was a little serious. Eight copper bells were held between ten fingers, and they started to shake at the same time.

"The sound of the dark sky shakes the ghosts and gods, and the gods of the North Earth tune the chaotic soul needle!"

The eight copper bells, with different syllables, pierced the eardrums like thin needles, and the sound waves one after another struck towards the comer.

"burst!"