The old streets of Baihu Town are all small wooden buildings.

Propping up the wooden window, on the 2nd floor of the travel agency, Qin Kun sat in the house, watching Chu Qianxun set up a stall downstairs, very curious about why she came today.

Chu Qianxun's whereabouts have always been erratic, but Qin Kun has never seen it, this girl is serious about setting up a fortune-telling stall.

The stall is different from the Taoist gossip stall, there is no fortune-telling hexagram money on it, yellow paper, brushes, just seven lamps, one word code open.

Qin Kun boiled a pot of tea, took a bench and sat next to Chu Qianxun, Chu Qianxun said in disgust: "Qin Kun, don't be an eyesore, you will affect my business." ”

"I ......"

"Don't you have nothing to do? Look at you for a long time. ”

"Yes!"

"Then you go to the village on the other side of the river, I bought it, and you can see what kind of development we have."

was sent away, Qin Kun was confused, Chu Qianxun had no business at all, what to do with himself.

Behind the storefront, there is a river, and it is more appropriate to say that it is a repaired canal, and there is a bridge on it, and on the other side of the bridge, there is a deserted village.

I vaguely remember that the first time I saw Yuan Xinghan, he went to this deserted village to sketch. This deserted village is cloudy at night, and during the day, the forest is lush and the sun is not shining, and it is also a shady place.

"Chu Qianxun is mysterious, what the hell is I doing here?" Qin Kun felt that Chu Qianxun seemed to have something to hide from him.

……

The autumn sun is slightly cold, and at the door of the funeral home in Linjiang City, a luxury car is parked.

Getting out of the car was a man in a suit, and next to the man, a bald bodyguard with a tattoo on his neck grinned: "Boss, you really don't have to come to this place in person." If you want to see someone, I'll bring it back for you. ”

The bodyguard was grinning and wearing a European-style hoodie, he was originally a European.

Tu Yong said: "Wald, to observe a person, it is obvious that you need to be on his home turf. ”

Tu Yong walked into the funeral home, looking at the families of the deceased crying around him, and the smell of paper ash in the air, to be honest, he didn't like this place very much.

The funeral home is not entertained at the front desk, because the kind words of 'hello, do you need funeral services?' are cursed, and generally people who come here will take the initiative to consult.

There was no hospitality in the building, which also saved Tu Yong the trouble, looking at the photos of the employees at the entrance of the building, Tu Yong found Qin Kun.

"Undertaker." muttered about Qin Kun's profession, this kind of occupation that has been in contact with dead people all year round, which made Tu Yong feel uncomfortable.

But it doesn't matter, my sister is also a strange person, and she likes to deal with all kinds of people.

In the cold corridor, an old man dragged another old man and shouted loudly.

"Curator! You have to come and take care of it, the families of the deceased are shouting, and it is difficult for us to do it in the cremation building! The new mortuary drew the dead without looking at it...... I was too embarrassed to explain it to the family of the deceased. ”

Lao Zhou of the cremation building is pulling Director Wang to complain at this moment.

The professionalism of the new mortuaries is too poor, with a monthly salary of 5,000 and no professionalism at all, is this an undertaker? At least respect for the deceased can't be done, and he also said righteously that the deceased was originally a violent death, of course, death is not blind!

This is just looking for trouble!

We are in the business of doing white things, not to block the families of the deceased, where do you have so much sense of justice.

Curator Wang held the teacup, his face cold.

These little guys are so damnable!

Who is used to it!

Tu Yong was at the door of the corridor and heard the word curator, presumably this old man was the curator on the photo wall, Wang Shouyi.

"Curator Wang, is that?"

Tu Yong stopped Lao Wang, and Lao Wang frowned: "Are you?" ”

"I'll look for Qin Kun."

"He's not here!"

"Where did he go?"

"Expelled!"

Director Wang hurried to the cremation building, but was blocked by a young man of unknown origin, and he didn't give a good face.

The European bodyguard in a hoodie took off his hat and grinned: "Old man, can you talk well?" ”

Bang –

Curator Wang raised his foot and kicked it.

At this moment, Wald wanted to earn some face for Tu Yong, and when he was thinking about how to give this old man a little bit of power, he was caught off guard and received a kick in the stomach.

"Roll !!"

Lao Wang was furious: "Your head is black, your hands are bleeding, don't let me see you again, you scum who owes a debt to your life, otherwise I will keep you in the cremation furnace!" ”

Back then, Curator Wang was also the role of a corpse cremator after all, and seeing this European bald man with blood was obviously not a good thing.

After kicking it, Curator Wang and Lao Zhou strode away.

Wald was speechless for a long time, and finally melted away the sharp pain, and then roared in a low voice: "This old thing, I want him to die!! ”

Just now, he was defenseless, this guy dared to kick him, and he kicked so hard, Wald was pointed at his nose and scolded, very shameless.

Tu Yong didn't react, Wald was the black umbrella mercenary he collected in Europe, this is the top international bodyguard, how could he be successfully attacked by an old man?

Looking at Wald's embarrassed appearance, Tu Yong shook his head, Wald has been addicted to wine all these years, and it seems that he is no longer useful, and the title of black umbrella mercenary has made him no longer have the sense of security he used to have.

"Wald, go."

"Boss, I'll go find that old guy!"

"Don't be ashamed." Tu Yong said coldly.

Walder shook his neck angrily, indignant.

Leaving the funeral home, Tu Yong was in the courtyard, unable to tell which person was the staff here, so he walked towards the gate.

The old-fashioned funeral parlor door, and the presence of the doorman.

The old doorman was shaking his head and listening to the radio, very intoxicated.

Dangdangdang.

Tu Yong knocked on the glass of the guard's room.

"What's the matter?"

The old doorman looked up and asked curiously.

"Hello, please ask, where is Qin Kun?"

"Expelled."

Expel......

Tu Yong was stunned, that Curator Wang just now, didn't lie to him?

"And where will he be?"

"What are you looking for him?"

Tu Yong said seriously: "My sister has something to do with him, I have to ask clearly." ”

Uncle Qu, the doorman, shook his head, he is a debt-collecting brother-in-law, Qin Kun won't be a disaster for his sister, right? Uncle Qu still has a sense of justice.

"In the northern suburbs, there is a town of White Lake. Baihu Old Street, there is a special travel agency......"

"Ghost Travel Agency!"

He knows all this? After seeing it, Qin Kun really made this young man's sister unclear.

"yes, he's right there."

Uncle Qu has known Qin Kun's location through the QQ group in the past few days, and the newly recruited young people in the funeral home are unreliable, only Han Yao is left, and he still thinks that it is better for Lao Wang to let Qin Kun come back. It really doesn't work, he can be a lobbyist.

Tu Yong got the news and handed over a cigarette: "Thank you, uncle." ”

Before leaving, Uncle Qu suddenly stopped Tu Yong.

"Uncle, is there anything else?"

"Seeing that you are young and not bad, let me remind you that your bodyguard is not a good bird. Hurry up and change it, and be careful of incurring the scourge of killing. ”

Tu Yong smiled: "He was specially recruited by me from Europe, and if he has grievances, it will not be his turn." ”

Uncle Qu smiled: "Black umbrella mercenary, right?" You go and ask, who has the Black Umbrella mercenary done against before? The low-level remnants of the Black Soul Sect dare to run on the head of the river, don't be implicated. ”

Tu Yong's smile froze.

He didn't believe it, an uncle who was a janitor in a funeral parlor knew about black umbrella mercenaries! But now, I have to believe it!

"The Black Soul Cult is ......"

"Not for you to know. Don't ask. After Uncle Qu finished speaking, he closed the window.