From the sixth to the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Kun stayed at the funeral home.

On the one hand, he instructed Xiao Guo, and on the other hand, he cultivated two new skills.

The autopsy hand was initially effective, and after more than a dozen corpses, from the first glimpse of the door to a small success, Qin Kun verified that his cultivation method was right.

The miserable corpses that were sent, and even the two Xudu disciples couldn't get their hands on it, Qin Kun took all the work.

Incisions, fillings, stitches, massages, makeup, and pushes into the morgue.

As long as they don't fall into a puddle of rotten meat, Qin Kun is sure that they will basically return to their original appearance. Those who are fragmented are really beyond love. The only bad thing is that those claw-like finger cuffs are getting sluggish and sluggish, and there is no exchange in the mall, and they have been polished several times, and the more they are grinded, the thinner they are, and the consumption is extremely large.

On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the moon was bright.

Curator Wang took the teacup and came behind Qin Kun quietly, looking at Qin Kun with strange finger covers, a little puzzled, and then looking at those corpses, with a very small wound as the filler, it was difficult to detect the filler without suturing after stuffing the filler, so he admired Qin Kun's craftsmanship. The craftsmanship of disposing of corpses, with Egypt as the most, is the most important point is that the incision should be small.

Xiao Zhou and Xiao Guo found Lao Wang coming, stood up and bowed down and said, "Master......"

Curator Wang made a silent gesture and watched Qin Kun finish recovering the corpse before he came up.

The wound is smooth, and the makeup is even more peaceful, no different from before death. If you see it correctly, there is still a trace of yang energy poured in, eliminating the hideousness on the deceased's face.

Qin Kun pushed up the morgue and smiled at Curator Wang: "Lao Wang, my son doesn't scream when he gets married, isn't it too outward?" ”

A group of people walked out of the sewing room, and Qin Kun took off his gloves and washed his hands.

Curator Wang snorted coldly and took a sip of tea: "I don't want to see any of those people from the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect, let alone anyone else in the Dao of Life and Death." Xiao Qin, I wanted to call you, but at that time, I heard that you went to Sanfen Mountain, so I dispelled my thoughts. ”

Qin Kun took out the red envelope that had been prepared a long time ago, and Curator Wang accepted it unceremoniously.

In the disinfection room, next to the stitching room, several people sat at the offering table, eating wine and food, and chatting.

Lao Wang is old, at least he has no fighting spirit, Qin Kun can see it, he thanked Qin Kun for taking the time to teach Xiao Guo, and at the same time asked Xiao Guo and Xiao Zhou to have a good relationship with Qin Kun, and the heart of retreat is very obvious.

After sending Xiao Zhou and Xiao Guo away, Lao Wang asked in a low voice: "What do you think of my two heirs?" ”

After the rice wine was down, Qin Kun said to Lao Wang with the dishes: "I'm a little younger." ”

"It's not small, when Lao Qu and I were led into the door by the master, we were only 16."

"It's a different time." Qin Kun said disdainfully, "Xiao Zhou, Xiao Guo, one is 18, one is 19, they are in a good youth, and when they get this unit, the twilight is too heavy." ”

Lao Wang flattened his mouth: "Yes, Maoshan Danhui has taken the edict, and he dares to educate the old leader." ”

Qin Kun embarrassed and grinned.

Lao Wang drank a glass of wine and smacked his tongue: "The two dolls were born in poverty, and when I brought them to the city, I can only teach them my own craft, and I won't do anything else." There is no way, who will learn this kind of craft from the children of rich families, but we must find a successor...... You should think that I changed their lives for them. ”

After drinking a bottle of wine for two people, Curator Wang walked out leisurely, humming a small song in his mouth, which was the "Meilong Town" that Uncle Qu often listened to before his death, which is about the young son of heaven visiting the people, and after knowing the girl of the restaurant, Huailong was not accepted by the queen mother, and later went through hard work, so that the queen mother abandoned prejudice and enjoyed the joke.

I don't know if Lao Wang will be able to untie the knot in his heart and abandon his prejudice against the southern sect and the northern faction in his lifetime.

……

Years later, life was back on track.

Qin Kun is much busier than usual, and when he relaxes, he will take care of the business of the old store in Baihu Town, and most of the time he will help at the funeral home. After Xu Facheng and Mo Wuji were promoted to the super first-class, Maoshan and Xuduguan sent invitations to feast on everyone in the Dao of Life and Death, but Qin Kun didn't care about it, and asked Chu Qianxun to bring his own gifts to congratulate.

The funeral home is now vibrant, at least relatively vibrant, because there are more young people.

Xiao Zhou and Xiao Guo are now Han Yao's right-hand men, Han Yao presides over the operation of the funeral home, and the two of them have contributed a lot, Lao Wang's retirement application was officially approved, and he didn't know how to get through the relationship, so he really helped Han Yao to the position of the leader of the funeral home.

Qin Kun helped while guiding Xiao Guo, and after the autopsy reached perfection, the five finger sleeves were finally worn out and scrapped, but the eighth of the nine prisons was opened.

'Ding! Congratulations to the host, open the eighth hell - the disintegration hell'

Among the nine prisons, Qin Kun was the last one.

The five realms of exercises: the first glimpse of the doorway, small success, integration, perfection, and the peak.

The cultivation of the explosion is still stuck in 'small successes', and the progress is slow, and I don't know if I can open the ninth prison with the explosion, and I don't know when the explosion will reach 'perfection'.

In March, spring has begun.

In the morning along the river park, the old men met to come out for morning exercises.

The uncle's whip crackled on the ground, whipping the spinning top in the clearing, and Qin Kun's hand also crackled, hidden in the noisy sound, and no one heard it.

By the river, in the Guanlan Mansion, Tu Yong, the first son of Linjiang, saw Qin Kun coming to the morning exercise again and stepped forward to say hello.

Tu Yong is a person like him, the higher his status, the more regular his life is, and the son of a family who stands out from the chaotic life is now a good father and husband.

The five-year-old daughter, wearing a hoodie and a towel, ran behind her father, and smiled sweetly when she saw Qin Kun: "Good morning, Uncle Qin!" ”

"Good morning, Rongrong!"

Qin Kun responded with a smile, saying goodbye to their father and daughter by the way.

On the park bench, Qin Kun sat down and moved his fingers, whenever the yang or yin qi was separated from the palm alone, the burning and cold qi with a huge temperature difference was still unbearable, but he was gradually getting used to it. Qin Kun had tested that the temperature of his palm would skyrocket to a hundred at that moment, but it would not burn his skin, and Qin Kun didn't know what kind of demon art this was.

"Qin Kun, haven't you been busy this time?"

Tu Yong, who finished running, sat on a chair and handed Qin Kun a bottle of water.

"Not very busy. What about you? I heard Tuwa say that you recruited a few more bodyguards in Europe? ”

Tu Yong smiled bitterly, the scene of the black umbrella mercenary he recruited last time was killed by Qin Kun vividly, he didn't know what the Taoist priests in China and the mercenaries in Europe had a deep hatred for, but he didn't dare to recruit anymore.

"This time it's from the Siberian Ice Wolf Camp, I didn't offend your taboos......" Tu Yong paused, "It's precious, if you want to break the taboo, please say it early, I'll return it first......"

Qin Kun smiled: "We are all good citizens, how can we be described as heinous by you." In the international life and death road, some people can circumvent the laws of various countries and commit evil acts by relying on their ability, but we are not specialized bodyguards and killers against that kind of person. ”

Tu Yong pursed his lips, who knows if the bodyguards I recruited are that kind of person, and it's not up to you to decide.

"The Black Umbrella mercenary didn't bother you, did he?" After chatting for a while, Qin Kun asked.

I remember that once, in order to find themselves, the people of the Black Soul Sect kidnapped Tu Yong's wife and children.

"Never, in fact, some of my business partners will go there to hire bodyguards, because the reputation is really good. But in recent months, I heard that the Black Umbrella mercenaries have disappeared, and there is no trace of them from both formal and underground channels. ”

Tu Yong said casually.

Well?

Qin Kun narrowed his eyes.

I don't know if this thing is good or bad.