A day after Lao Qu's death, the funeral home died again.

Qin Kun stood behind the policeman and shook his head helplessly when he saw the familiar funeral home worker in the corpse cloth.

Since being recruited into the funeral home, several old-timers have said that the things on the deceased cannot be taken, just now Lao Zhou explained to the police, this little worker was very interested in the finger sleeve in his hand before cremating Lao Qu, and it is likely that he stole the finger sleeve before he was retributed, the police did not believe it at all, but Qin Kun believed it.

Lao Qu's memorial service, several nephews in the family came to mourn, the memorial service was very simple, and the family was buried in the Xishan Cemetery not far from the funeral home.

The cold wind was bleak, and Director Wang was wearing a leather felt hat, with a red nose and red eyes.

"Old fellow...... I said that I would retire and fish and play chess together, we still have disciples who haven't taught our teachers, why did you just leave......"

Qin Kun and Han Yao accompanied Director Wang, and Lao Wang sat next to the tombstone with a short sigh, snot and tears flowed once in a while, and he could see that he was very sad.

How many things Lao Wang and his old partner have experienced, Qin Kun doesn't know, and he can't bring it into the love between the two, so he can only accompany him silently, Han Yao is also a little sad, and after burning the paper figure he pierced, he left the place to Curator Wang alone.

Halfway up the mountain, Tuwa squatted under a cypress tree, and when she saw Qin Kun smoking, she asked for one.

"When did you learn to smoke?" Qin Kun had never seen Tuwa smoking, and Tuwa was unskilled in spewing out smoke, "I'll have to worry about it later." ”

"Where do you have so much trouble?"

"After leaving Sangyu City."

Qin Kun didn't have time to enlighten Han Yao, people grow up in worries, troubles and suffering, this is the only way. Tuwa used to be simple and simple, because Master Ning Buwei had been taking care of him, Master asked him to leave Sangyu City and go south, and Han Yao also came to Linjiang.

Master said that let him follow Qin Kun, there is a future, and he believes in the master, so part of the identity of this priest's true inheritance is to play the role of the link between the southern sect and the northern faction.

"Brother Kun, the curator handed over this place to me for the time being, Qumenke and Xiao Zhao died unexpectedly one after another, and the newly recruited young people in the funeral home said that our unit was evil, and most of them resigned, if you are fine, you have to help me."

Qin Kun patted Han Yao on the shoulder: "Definitely." ”

Then Qin Kun reacted: "Wait, Lao Wang handed over this place to you, why did he go?" ”

"I said I was going to bring disciples."

"The unit can't even recruit people, where is his disciple?"

"I don't know."

The conversation came to an end, Qin Kun saw that Lao Wang was crying again, people are old, and they are prone to stroke under great joy and sorrow, Qin Kun had no choice but to put out the cigarette and go over to help Lao Wang get up.

"Don't help me!"

"Lao Wang, be obedient!"

"You go!"

“……”

Qin Kun really wanted to record a record of Lao Wang's appearance, and resisted the urge to take out his mobile phone, Qin Kun said: "Do you know that after someone wears a magic weapon, other people can wear it to transform that person's appearance?" ”

Han Yao was curious, why did Qin Kun suddenly say this.

Lao Wang wiped his nose: "The rain screen of Yulong Mountain, the white bone clothes of Folin Temple, and the six-tone bell of the Zhong family can all be, why do you ask this?" ”

Lao Wang's vicious expression was very impatient.

"Is there anything on your finger?"

"No !!"

Lao Wang glared at Qin Kun: "It's okay to leave quickly, you have been fired from the unit!" ”

I'm Nima......

How can you cross the river and tear down the bridge! I've been an undertaker for you for a few years, and if you say you'll turn your face?

Okay, you can do it.

Qin Kun went down the mountain in a puff, and suddenly, he was stopped by Lao Wang.

"Wait!"

"If there's a fart, let it go!"

Lao Wang pondered for a moment and said, "Are you talking about 'Phantom Soul Finger'?" This is the magic weapon of the Kanto shaman, ask what is this for? ”

Phantom Finger? Shaman?

Qin Kun thought about it, that pigtailed ghost named Aixin Jueluo Naxin seemed to be really related to those shamans.

"Lao Wang, don't cry, I think Lao Qu is dead...... It's not simple. ”

Qin Kun told him what he had encountered when he was keeping vigil.

Han Yao also listened carefully beside him.

When Uncle Qu was mortuary...... Two big ghosts coming?

Han Yao muttered in his heart, for the first time he heard that a ghost came to worship the ghost hunter.

After speaking, Qin Kun added: "By the way, that magic weapon may be called Soul Model Finger, have you heard of it?" ”

Lao Wang's eyes widened suddenly: "Impossible!! The Soul Model Finger is gone! ”

"I'm sure it's called 'Soul Finger'."

"Impossible! When pigs fly! This phantom body magic weapon is a legend, the Qing Dynasty Kangxi appeared in the years, the seriously ill Kangxi Emperor was put on the soul model finger, to create a phantom body, when the Nine Dragons seized the heir, Yongzheng suddenly got an edict from the Kangxi Emperor to obtain the throne, after Kangxi personal eunuch was executed by Yongzheng, those shamans who made the soul model finger were also secretly executed. ”

Qin Kun was stunned.

Director Wang said: "Therefore, the rain screen of Yulong Mountain, the white bone clothes of Folin Temple, and the six-tone bell of the Zhong family all exist in the world, but the soul model finger cannot exist. ”

……

In the evening, Qianmo Homeland Community.

Curator Wang sat on the table, staring at the meal in a daze, and his wife sighed: "I know that you and Lao Qu are lifelong partners, but how can you do it if you don't eat?" Asia, look at your dad. ”

Lao Wang's son Wang Yaya came out of the house and persuaded Director Wang to eat, Lao Wang waved his hand: "Okay, okay, no appetite." I'll go out for a walk! ”

In the afternoon, Qin Kun's words made Curator Wang think for a long time, this magic weapon is still different from the 'Phantom Soul Finger', the Soul Model Finger can almost reproduce the soul of the former, Curator Wang's first thought is: Someone wants to play the idea of 'Door Scroll'!

The more I think about it, the more I feel that there is this possibility, he knows the character of Lao Qu, he is taciturn, rarely makes enemies with people, does not provoke people, does not provoke ghosts, guards the funeral home for decades, and has not seen any enemies.

It is strange that a person with good moral virtue was hit and killed by a car.

Walking outside the community, Curator Wang's face became more and more cold, I'm afraid that not only someone wants the 'door scroll', but those people want his identity as a doorman, right?

Di Di –

A car suddenly rushed at a gallop, Director Wang was startled, and found that he didn't know when he walked to the middle of the road, his heart was cold, the speed of the car was difficult to reduce, and he was about to crash, and suddenly, Director Wang's neck was carried and pulled back.

In a cold sweat, the driver's window fell, and he scolded: "I want to touch porcelain and learn technology!" Don't want to die?! ”

The driver glared and left, and Curator Wang turned around and found Qin Kun standing behind him.

"Why are you here?" Curator Wang was shocked.

"Brother Wang called me, worried that something would happen to you, let me watch."

Qin Kun found that Curator Wang didn't appreciate it very much, and said with a smile: "Didn't eat? Do I ask you not? ”

In Hong Kong-style tea restaurants, only wonton noodles are suitable for taste at night, and in winter, a bowl of hot noodle soup with a few wontons in it is easy to digest and warm in the stomach.