The male ghost has a very heavy yin qi, and it is not just the evil ghost written in the information, Qin Kun is sure that this is a ghost general. When the observer evaluated, he may have overlooked the ghost aura that he did not exude.

Around the fire, one, two, three. Everyone walked hand in hand, singing and dancing, and their eyes were glazed.

Today's holiday, there are no children, and the adults are dancing one by one, and they are already suffocated with sadness. Everyone cried wolf, shouted the name of their first love, burst into tears, and those who did not have a first love made a dog's bark, and then looked up to learn from the wolf.

Qin Kun took a sip of wine, the infection of this ghost art is really not low.

"Kungo"

Peeling and rubbing his hands awkwardly, he stood next to Qin Kun, "This ghost technique is a little weird, we haven't stopped it in the past few days"

"It's okay, eat something first, and then we'll talk about it when he's done."

The skinner took a plate of peanuts and ate it, and the headless ghost took a slice of roast goose and poured it into his chest.

"What's going on these days?" Seeing that the two ghosts were a little bit cushioned, Qin Kun asked.

The peanuts were crunchy, peeled and drank a glass of wine, and hiccuped: "We followed him for three days, fought six times, and he ran away, this guy has a good body, especially good at hiding his breath, if it weren't for my ghost arts, I really couldn't find it." ”

"How good is the body?"

"How can I say that I will escape. Able to get into wood. ”

Qin Kun nodded, remembering that the ghost of the wedding dress had been mentioned before, and this trick of the Dragon Huai Ghost King would also. But the Longhuai Ghost King is a wood charm, how can he be a Yang person? Didn't Mo die in wooden execution?

In the middle of the field, after the first dance, everyone began to drink.

Those who know, those who don't know, those who can drink, and those who can't drink, are all raising a glass to drink. The wine was mixed with the tears of longing, and the bitterness entered the intestines, and after that, he began to play drunk.

Flipping the table, beating people, shouting names, hugging friends and kissing fiercely, when the scene was about to get out of control, the song appeared again.

“”

"It was a sunny day, I came from under the big green mountain"

"Möngke is calling us, flowers bloom with the battle flag"

"A warrior who is only a pound, today he is going to fight in the four seas"

"What will the future look like, maybe only bones will remain"

“”

"It was a clear day, and only bones were left on the earth."

"I sweat a lot, and I don't regret fighting all over the world"

"The warriors brought by Meng Ge, the blood stained the bed"

"The flowers that belong to them will bloom on the grassland"

In 1259, Genghis Khan's grandson, the eldest son of Tuolei, Möngke Khan, died in Shukou at the age of fifty.

A group of drunkards, who may not even know who Meng Ge is, began to cry for Meng Ge, crying for the sky and the ground, beating their chests and feet, and the tourists who were infected by emotions poured three glasses of wine in a row, saying that they wanted to pay tribute to Meng Ge.

"Boss, serve the wine !!"

A few unconscious guys with out-of-focus eyes yelled at the villa, and the boss shouted louder: "Get out!" I have the ability to let that old ghost of Yuanmeng come down, I have a Taoist master in charge today, so I have to kill him! ”

The villa is strictly guarded, and the boss is very tough and refuses.

Several tourists frantically threw bottles of wine into the lodge.

The wine was dried, then poured, and then drunk, and it was gone, leaving only Qin Kun here.

Two bottles of wine squatted on the table, and a confused drinker stumbled over: "Give me the wine!" ”

Peeling and standing up, Qin Kun stopped him, raised two fingers and pointed at the other party's eyebrows.

The fingertips were filled with yang energy, and the drunkard's confused emotions were soothed by a warm yang energy, and before he could say anything, the comfortable feeling spread throughout his body, and he sat on the chair and snored.

On the top of the chaotic mountain, Qin Kun's figure was blurred for a moment, and when it was clear again, the magic weapon Liuyun shirt was already worn on his body, and the cloud wave was used, with Qin Kun as the center, stirring up a circle of ripples.

Swinging clouds and waves plus explosions, combining Dao techniques!

The yang energy was agitated, spreading, and the yang energy blowing on the body was very comfortable, and these people did not react too much, only felt a very warm and comfortable feeling spread to the limbs, and dozed off one after another, found a chair to sit down, and fell asleep.

Be quiet.

Only moonlight remained at the top of the mountain.

The old ghost of Yuanmeng pulled out his waist knife, and Qin Kun served a cup of tea.

The tea carried a faint spiritual power, Qin Kun was very close to the old ghost, and after waiting for a long time, the old ghost saw the skinned headless two ghosts standing behind Qin Kun, looking at himself with his arms crossed over his chest, before he was sure that Qin Kun should be their master.

"**%¥," the old ghost said.

Qin Kun didn't understand, so he took out another cup of tea and drank it himself.

The old ghost was suspicious, and seeing that Qin Kun did not look like a wicked person, he reached out to catch it and drank the tea.

"It's quite courageous, what do you call it?" Qin Kundao.

"Shucang Nayan!"

After speaking, the old ghost of Yuanmeng was suddenly stunned, not only could he understand what the other party was saying, but he could actually speak Huaxia?

"What are you giving me a drink?"

"It's not poison anyway, sit."

Qin Kun sat in a seat, and the old ghost of Yuanmeng did not dare to move.

Peeling and eating a plate of peanuts, he walked behind Qin Kun: "Dare to drink tea, what are you afraid of?" This is my lord, Qin Kun, the mountain master of Fuyu. If he wants to kill you, you'll be dead. ”

Earth Master Qin Kun?

The old ghost of Yuanmeng had never heard of this name, and with a suspicious face, he sat opposite Qin Kun.

With a wave of their hand, the table is full of wine and food, and it becomes a high-end meal, and each dish has a stick of incense on it, so that they can taste more delicious.

"Eat first, the wine is enough, peel the skin, headless, and you can sit too." Qin Kun commanded.

"Okay, Brother Kun!"

"Thank you, master!"

One table, four figures, one person and three ghosts, the dishes are sumptuous.

When the old ghost of Yuanmeng took the first bite, he couldn't stop.

It's delicious, not enough to describe the taste of this meal.

When people are worshipping, if the incense is not exquisite, there is always a smell of incense ash in the mouth, only the incense with spiritual power is inserted on the meal, and it is the taste of the yang meal after entering the mouth!

Roast lamb shank, finger lamb, mare's milk wine, hada bread, Mongolian pie, milk cabbage, venison skewers.

The salty and fragrant milk tea, the old ghost of Yuanmeng who drank it was full of tears, his mouth was full of food, and he stopped after two bites of peeling and headlessness, leaving it all to him, after all, this guy looks strange and pitiful.

"It's just the taste of the year, it's better than the taste of the year"

The old ghost's name is 'Shucang', and 'Nayan' is a title, similar to a thousand households, so he calls himself 'Shucang Nayan'. As he ate, he said that there might not be a few ghosts who could understand him in the past thousand years, and he said it all without waiting for Qin Kun to ask.

"Master, this mountain is the territory that the Great Khan has given me! From there, all the way to this! ”

"After the death of Möngke Khan, Kublai Khan succeeded to the throne, and we people also got a good death"

"In the past, there were many people buried here, but unfortunately they all dissipated one by one."

"The Huaxia ghost that appeared later didn't like me very much, but I came out of Daqingshan back then, and I couldn't help it, I also wanted to accompany my Arjuna, but I couldn't help it."

The other party was opening his mouth to explain, and he was emotional, Qin Kun raised his hand to stop: "The past has passed, the Great Song Dynasty is dead, and Yuanmeng is also dead, there is no need to explain so much, besides, I don't care about this." ”

After a pause, Qin Kun pushed the roast lamb chops over: "I won't ask where you are buried, when did you become a ghost general?" ”

The old ghost thought for a long time and said probably.

"Two hundred years ago"

Qin Kun said: "Is it enshrined?" Or is it someone else's? ”

The old ghost said: "Offered out." ”

"At that time, suddenly one day, an old shaman came to me, he said that his ancestors were the Black Water Spirits, and now the Manmeng family asked me if I would like to serve him and guard this place. As a retribution, he can worship me. ”

The old ghost chewed on the mutton: "My responsibility is to watch here, if there are any other fierce ghosts attacking, he has worshiped me for 45 years." I've just reached the ghost general. Later, he was invited out of the mountain, but he never came again, so there is no Yang person here who can understand my words."

The old ghost Shucang looked embarrassed, and his face was bitter: "That shaman told me that there must be rules for being a ghost, you must not hurt people, you must not invade the yang world, and you must not abuse ghost magic to do evil." I did it all! ”

Qin Kun shook his head in his heart: Indeed, it doesn't hurt to infect others with emotions to sing. But it leads them to drink heavily, right?

Qin Kun took out the information: "I heard that you hurt a few travelers. ”

"Donkey?"

"A traveler is a person who sleeps on the mountain at night."

The old ghost sneered, "That man started to talk to a girl with black squares, and his words were full of sweetness, but in the middle of the night he got into another woman's tent, and I scared him and gave him a warning!" Later, it seems that I broke my leg or something, it was a ghost in my heart, and it had nothing to do with me. ”

Come on, such an upright guy, it's really special.

When the table was finished eating, Qin Kun waved his sleeves, and the chopsticks and meat residues all turned into fly ashes and went away with the wind.

Qin Kun lightly tapped the table and looked at Shucang: "You also know that I am a ghost hunter, that is, a person who is stable in yin and yang, and I should be the same as the shaman you met." Now that your appearance has really affected the yang world, what do you think I should do with you? ”

The old ghost Shucang didn't speak.

"Would you like to be my ghost servant?" Qin Kun gave a chance.

Shucang Zhengse said: "I am a child of the Great Khan, Shucang Nayan!" I could not have been anyone's servant except the Great Khan. Even that shaman can only consult with me, not drive me. ”

"Then do you want to go to your hometown?" Qin Kun asked again.

"Thank you Master for your concern, I don't need to go to my hometown, after Arjuna died, I never went again." Shukura looked at the starry sky.

Qin Kun frowned: "Then what should I do?" ”

The ghost who talks about the rules, Qin Kun admires it the most, from the standpoint of Shucang, he haunts this mountain range, but there is nothing wrong with it, after all, it is the land that the Great Khan gave him, and before the farmhouse appeared, isn't it okay.

Shucang looked at Qin Kun and suddenly smiled: "Is the master very embarrassed?" ”

"Generally difficult."

Shucang looked at the starry sky: "If the master can go to Daqing Mountain, please find a random stone there and engrave it with 'Shucang Nayan'." ”

Qin Kun was puzzled.

Shucang said, "Today's meal is delicious. Thank you, Master. ”

After that, a melodious song sounded.

“”

"Girl on the prairie, I've left your hometown"

"The young man who is out on a campaign, thinking of his bride"

"Look at the blooming flowers, they look like you are beautiful"

"Look at that vast land, you can't divide our love"

"I got thousands of cattle and sheep, and I went to your hometown again"

"There is a delicious mare's milk wine in my hometown, but I don't have your appearance"

"You've become a white skeleton, and I've become a lone wolf"

"From now on, no one can enter my heart"

“”

After singing the song, at the end of the line of sight, there was a sudden loud noise.

With a bang, the condensed yin qi exploded fiercely, stirring the mountains and fields, and in the air, a drizzle fell.

Eating the peeling of peanuts stunned and self-destructed? A ghost general, just like that, blew himself up???

Qin Kun raised his head, the drizzle could not fall on him, it was cloudy and rainy.

When the voice was still wafting among the mountains, Shukura's face was gone.

The headless ghost stretched out his hand, he had no yang energy, and he could feel the slightest cool rain.

"Master, why did he disintegrate?"

Even if the rain was cold, the headless ghost was still puzzled.

Qin Kun lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and also learned from the Shucang Nayan to raise his head and look at the drizzle in the sky.

"Maybe it's too lonely."

After Qin Kun replied quietly, he said again in his heart: Or, there is no nostalgia for the world. The obsession is gone, what's the point of staying here?