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

In the black smoke, the man suddenly opened his arms, clenched his left and right hands in the air, and a loud explosion sounded.

Explosive!

The fluctuation of spiritual power shattered the attacking fine needles of rhythm, and also shook away the black smoke around him.

A young man with a straight figure stood on the ridge of the field, his hair was tied back, his figure was well-proportioned and strong, and his eyes were wild with disdain.

"Hey, it's hard to come to Beidi, and you are too enthusiastic. I'm going to sue you to Uncle Zuo."

A teasing voice came, and Ning Buwei and Ma Xiaohua saw the comer clearly, and their vigilant expressions became pleasantly surprised.

"Goofy?!"

Qin Kun's teasing expression instantly collapsed.

Chapter 1335 30 Years of Embers and Ashes

Haven't heard this name for a long time.

Qin Kun's face was dark and he still had a bit of nostalgia, but naturally he couldn't show the expression he was used to.

"What's going on with Han Miao, do you have any clues?"

Taking advantage of the surprise of the two, Qin Kun changed the topic.

Ning Buwei smoked his pipe again, and squatted on the ground without saying a word, while Ma Xiaohua replied, "Look, this is Han Miao's shoe print."

The footprints on the field ridge moved forward all the way, submerged in the smoke, Qin Kun didn't understand: "Is there a special place for this shoe print?"

"Yes! You will know when you step on it."

Qin Kun stepped on it. Han Miao's feet were big, almost a finger bigger than Qin Kun. Qin Kun stood where he was, and Ma Xiaohua told him to go forward.

"Master, go forward, if you don't want to go, remember to go back the same way, don't step on the wrong way."

"Huh? Oh."

Qin Kun followed suit and moved forward slowly.

Following the footprints, Qin Kun walked a hundred steps and found that the smoke had faded. He turned around and asked, "How far do we have to go?"

Turning around, Ning Buwei and Ma Xiaohua were gone.

What about people?

Qin Kun was puzzled, then looked at the village, the lights were dark.

What the hell, it was still on just now, did the power go out?

Not only are the lights in the village gone, but the road ahead is also gone.

Qin Kun looked around in a daze.

"This isn't Donghan Village..."

Qin Kun frowned, and suddenly saw a man coming out from the nearby field. He held up a hoe and shouted in his local accent: "Who are you? What are you doing in our Donghan Village!"

Qin Kun was taken aback.

impossible.

My memory is not bad. There is a road next to Han Miao's field. You have no hairs here, and there are a few more graves. How could it be Donghan Village?

Under the moonlight, Qin Kun was regarded as a thief, but he didn't panic at all: "You don't know me anymore?! Open your eyes and see clearly!"

Qin Kun turned against the customer, took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight and took a photo.

A rural uncle raised his hand to cover his eyes, and he shouted, "What are you taking pictures of indiscriminately!"

"who are you?"

"I'm Han Youfu!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm hungry, dig some sweet potatoes!"

"Where's the sweet potato?"

"It's roasting in the fire!"

"Not baked yet?"

"almost done……"

Han Youfu didn't know who this acquaintance was, his accent was far from that of the locals, but he couldn't get in and ask.

Qin Kun turned off the flashlight. In the dark field, only the wheat stalks gave off some light. Qin Kun touched a cigarette and lit it, and passed another one to Han Youfu.

"Take it! Can it still hurt you? This is good smoke!"

The other party was squatting next to him, Han Youfu shrank his neck, and took a sip as well.

pretty……

These cigarette holders are different from those sold in the town.

"Uncle Fu, do you usually wear this suit?"

Qin Kun asked calmly, as if a cigarette had shortened the distance, Han Youfu scratched his head and said, "That's right, the muddy legs are on the ground, and wearing too warm will affect your work."

The dress of the other party is not contemporary.

Qin Kun looked at the army green clothes, which were the most popular clothes in the village back then, and his grandfather also wore them.

Few modern people wear this kind of body anymore.

"I'm Xiaoqin, from the village next door. I went abroad with my family a long time ago. I just came back. I want to see the changes in our ten miles and eight villages."

"Hey! Those who study abroad are promising!" Han Youfu puffed his smoke, "What changes can we make in this place? We've only had enough food and clothing these years. It would be great if the county could build a road for our village. Yes, it’s better to go abroad.”

"That's unlikely."

Qin Kun sneered, and found that Han Youfu pulled out a few sweet potatoes from the fire. The black and hot sweet potatoes, after being peeled and peeled, the aroma immediately overflowed.

"Xiao Qin, wrap it in newspaper."

When Qin Kun received the newspaper, he found that it was still very new, at least within half a year, and the date on it was 85.

"Eat, it's delicious!"

Han Youfu bumped into Qin Kun, and Qin Kun came back to his senses: "I don't want to eat, I should go."

Qin Kun pulled out a few cigarettes and gave them to Han Youfu, waving goodbye: "Uncle Youfu, don't worry, the road will be repaired, and it will lead to the city. Farm with peace of mind, the moon abroad is not as round as at home!"

what?

Han Youfu was baffled. He didn't know what Qin Kun was talking about. He thought it was because he gave him a few good cigarettes, and replied cooperatively: "I see, go home and have a look if you have nothing to do!"

When the wind blows, the smoke of wheat straw swirls and shrouds the field ridge again. Qin Kun stepped on his footprints, stepped back and disappeared.

……

Han Miao was beside the field, Ning Buwei was squatting on the ground smoking a cigarette, Ma Xiaohua anxiously looked at Qin Kun who had disappeared, and a young man was sitting on the ground dejectedly.

"Ning Bo, why don't you leave?"

"Wait someone."

"Who are you waiting for? I want to go home."

"That person is looking for you!"

"Ning Bo, haven't you noticed yet? I've been hit by a ghost! Every day, as long as I burn the straw, I'll disappear as I walk, and then I come to a strange place, where I'm taken to work in the field. They beat me if I don't do my work, my homework is not finished yet! Look at me and beat me..."

The young man pointed to the wound on Yuan's face, and then to the soil mark on his back, obviously being slapped with a shovel.

Ning Buwei was a little bit embarrassed, and at the same time lamented that young people are also very nervous.

"Shuiwazi, you already know that you have fallen into evil, and you still go to work in the fields every day, and you still get into the smoke of straw...Aren't you stupid?"

"Uncle Ning, this is the shortest way to go. I have to go to the fields, right? The village has finished harvesting the wheat and corn, but my family has confiscated it. Can I rely on my father?"

Han Miao stiffened her neck and asked back, Ning Buwei almost laughed angrily.

"Go away, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."

"Mr. Ma, you hinted at me before, saying that I suffered something unclean, but you should help me. If you don't collect it, the farmer in the field will be destroyed by birds."

Seeing that Ning Buwei ignored him, Han Miao turned to look at Ma Xiaohua.

Ma Xiaohua sighed: "You have encountered something unclean, but it is rare. There are three sticks of incense on the grave of the gods, and ghosts and monsters avoid it on both sides. I lit the incense to keep your house safe, but you have to stay at home. Who can do it if you are old? I can protect you."

Ma Xiaohua didn't have the confidence, she couldn't figure out whether this was a ghost or not, it was too evil.

It's true that there is a ghost here, and I and Ning Buwei can feel that the yin-yang wall seems to be broken, but Han Miao can come back every time he disappears, and there is no ghost on his body.

What the hell is going on...

"Okay, don't yell, if you keep talking, I'll let Han Yao teach you!" Ning Buwei curled his lips and stopped Han Miao's nagging.

When Han Miao heard his brother's name, he felt a little shy.

My younger brother has had a bad life since he was a child. The fortune teller said that he punished his wife and restrained his family. He needs to accumulate evil virtues and save nobles to resolve it.When my younger brother was in middle school, he was taken in as an apprentice by a white craftsman, who was none other than Ning Bo.

In a few years, my younger brother's fortune seemed to improve, and the family's life became more prosperous, and it was Han Yao who earned money to help.

The parents were still reluctant to part with their youngest son. After Han Yao had been with Uncle Ning for a few years, they called Han Yao a daughter-in-law and forced Han Yao to come back.

However, not long after I came back, something happened to my daughter-in-law's family, and some strange things happened to my family one after another.

Han Yao had no choice but to leave again.

Han Yao has hardly been back these years, but most of his salary is sent home, and the whole family feels indebted to him, and Han Miao thinks the same way.

His house was built by his parents, and in the final analysis, it was the money sent by his younger brother. He always felt that he had no confidence in front of Han Yao.

Hearing Bo Ning mentioned Han Yao's name, Han Miao flattened her mouth and said, "It's not easy to say something... You know I'm afraid of my brother."

"You still know you are afraid? Your brother heard that you had an accident and invited all his best friends. Why don't you wait here obediently? What are you doing when you go home?"

"Of course I go home to sleep... I have to reclaim the land when I get up tomorrow morning..." Han Miao said aggrievedly.

Ning Buwei was furious: "Recover the land? You will be swept away by evil smoke tomorrow morning and go to work for someone else! Take the land with a hammer! I found that your mouth is very poor."

Han Miao did talk a little too much. Ma Xiaohua thinks that this kind of listless old man can jump his feet in anger over and over again.

"Ningbo, I'm just talking. By the way, what about the expert you mentioned? Could it be the one who asked me?"

"Hmph, of course. Be polite when you see him..."

Ning Buwei wanted to remind the other party that Qin Kun had a bad temper, and he spoke earnestly. After all, Han Yao was his disciple, and Ning Buwei also liked this guy who looked very similar to Han Yao.

While the two were arguing, they found a young man walking out of the thick smoke.

Han Miao's eyes widened.

The figure is not tall, but it is very steady when walking over. The moment Han Miao emerged from the thick smoke, he had the illusion that the mountains were pressing down on him.

The man's hair was combed back, his eyes were sharp and energetic, his face was resolute, and his lips...why there was something black and yellowish around his lips...

Ning Buwei and Ma Xiaohua were relieved to see Qin Kun go and return.

"Master, how did you do this?!"

The two saw Qin Kun gnawing a sweet potato, with black marks around his mouth, which was a little funny.

Qin Kun smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's quite sweet from my hometown."

As he spoke, he glanced at Han Miao in surprise.

Damn... how much like Han Yao!

It was carved out of a mold!

"Are you Han Miao?"

"Uh... are you that tall man?"

"A tall man?" Qin Kun shook his head, "It's not tall. But in today's land, no one dares to say that he is taller than me."

After bragging, Qin Kun smiled boldly and put his arm around Han Miao's shoulder: "Go, I'm choking, go to your house and drink some water. Han Yao and I are very strong..."

Watching the two of them walking away with their shoulders together, Ma Xiaohua and Ning Buwei looked at each other.

Are you so familiar with you?