Your majesty is a little sweet

Seeing this, Chen Qiqi asked Zhou Jun, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Jun sighed, moved closer to Chen Qiqi, and whispered to Chen Qiqi, "Mr. Kunlun mentioned that ancestral hall in his storytelling. He said that the ancestral hall has been abandoned for many years and has not been demolished because of ghosts."

Every time Mr. Kunlun told ghost stories, he would definitely mention the deserted ancestral hall.

In order to create an atmosphere, Mr. Kunlun described the ancestral hall as eerie and terrifying, which directly caused Zhou Jun to dream of the ancestral hall and the countless ghosts floating in it every time he had nightmares.

Chen Qiqi curled her lips, "Mr. Kunlun also said that the gods went down to earth to peek at the little daughter-in-law taking a bath. He is a storyteller, do you believe his words?"

"Do not believe."

Although Zhou Jun respects Mr. Kunlun, she is not stupid. Of course she knows which stories are true and which stories are made up by Mr. Kunlun to keep the guests. But ghost stories don’t mean that if you don’t believe them, you won’t be afraid .

Seeing that Zhou Jun was really scared, Chen Qiqi didn't continue to attack Zhou Jun, "You are so good at lightness kung fu, if you really run into a ghost, you run away."

Zhou Jun shook his head, "Mr. Kunlun said that ghosts can pass through walls and teleport. No matter how good my qinggong is, I can't escape. And I have had many nightmares about ancestral halls. In my dreams, every time I don't care No matter how I escape, I will be caught by ghosts, and I have never escaped successfully."

Indeed, if you fall into the logic of Mr. Kunlun, ghosts are omnipotent and lingering, no matter how good Zhoujun Qinggong is, it will be useless, after all, flying over eaves and walls is no match for teleporting through walls.

Chen Qiqi changed the angle and continued to persuade Zhou Jun, "You have had so many dreams about ancestral halls, but you have never dreamed of anything good."

She thought that maybe there was something good in the dream, such as gold hidden under the big tree in the ancestral hall, Zhou Jun might not be so afraid of the ancestral hall.

Zhou Jun recalled it for a while, lowered his head, and said shyly: "Sometimes, there are some female ghosts in the dream, and they are quite beautiful. They wear white skirts, and the skirts are very transparent..."

Chen Qiqi, "..."

You stinking hooligan, what are you doing in your spring dream?

Chapter 6

If you are afraid of returning home, you still have to do business.

On the appointed day, Zhou Jun went directly to the ancestral hall outside the town after getting up early and finishing his exercises.

The ancestral hall has been in disrepair for a long time. When Zhou Jun pushed the door to enter, the dilapidated wooden door kept making a "creaking" sound.

Zhou Jun plucked up his courage, stepped across the courtyard and walked into the main hall.The main hall was originally used to enshrine ancestral tablets, but after it was abandoned, no one cleaned it up, and the tablets on the altar table were upside down, adding a bit of weirdness to the already gloomy ancestral hall.

Zhou Jun carefully listened to the movement around him, for fear that a frightening monster would jump out of any corner.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Jun heard the sound of pushing the door.

Knowing that it was the employer who came, Zhou Jun walked to the entrance of the main hall, looked at the gate, and saw a woman in black walking towards the main hall.

The woman in black was wearing a veil, and the veil covered the lower half of the woman's face. Zhou Jun couldn't see the woman's face clearly, so he could only tell from the figure that the woman was not very old, she was a young girl.

A long sword was pinned to the waist of the woman in black. Judging from her walking posture, her martial arts skills were not low.

The woman in black walked into the main hall, saw Zhou Jun, said nothing, nodded slightly, pointed to a door next to the altar, and signaled Zhou Jun to enter.

The door was very small, and it was close to the altar. Zhou Jun peeked in through the crack of the door, and saw that the inside was pitch black, with no light at all.

This is too similar to the gate of hell in Mr. Kunlun's story, Zhou Jun didn't move, stood in the same place cowardly, swallowed, and shivered secretly.

Seeing Zhou Jun not moving, the woman in black thought that Zhou Jun was guarding against her. Although she was not from the martial arts world, she had met many martial arts people.Most people in the martial arts world are quick-witted and don't trust others easily. It's the first time I've met this number one female killer in the world, so it's reasonable to be on guard.

The woman in black made a gesture of invitation, and walked into the small door one step ahead of Zhou Jun.

Seeing this, Zhou Jun gritted his teeth, followed behind the woman in black, and walked into the small door.

The dark room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. It was not until the woman in black lit a candle that Zhou Jun looked at the dark room through the weak candlelight.

The dark room is small, but clean. There is a set of tables, chairs and benches in the middle. There are candlesticks and tea on the table. It seems that people often come here.

The woman in black poured Zhou Jun a cup of tea and invited Zhou Jun to sit down.

Zhou Jun sat down cautiously, did not dare to drink the cup of tea, but just put the teacup in his hand to play with.

The woman in black sat across from Zhou Jun and explained to Zhou Jun, "This ancestral hall is where we meet."

Zhou Jun didn't ask much, every trade has its own rules, her master taught her that their business is to do things with money, the less things they know, the better.

The woman in black continued: "I'm not an employer, but a middleman. Someone paid a lot of money to hire me to pick a suitable candidate for him."

Zhou Jun asked the woman in black, "How much is the heavy gold?"

She wanted to know how dangerous the business was by the amount of money.In theory, the higher the commission, the greater the chance of dying.

The woman in black shook her head, "Forget it, it's better that you don't know."