"The little old man's surname is Bai, and he has been wandering around the general's tomb since his death. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Linjiang City, in fact, there are a lot of ghosts, and the little old man is a little ghost, and he didn't make any big mistakes...... Dao Ye, you must raise your noble hand, this dress was newly burned by my great-grandson, and it hasn't been worn for a few days......"

The old ghost is full of tears, and his aggrieved face doesn't look like a ghost at all, like a poor old man touching porcelain.

Qin Kun narrowed his eyes, obviously dissatisfied with the old ghost's statement.

Didn't make a big mistake? This special thing has run out in broad daylight to suck people's yang energy, what kind of mistake do you want to make!

Qin Kun said: "Come on, you are nonsense, you have made a taboo." ”

An ash altar appeared on Qin Kun's palm, and under the upside down, he took the old ghost in.

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Meeting an old ghost is just a small episode, this kind of ghost is quite a bit human, but if you are not satisfied with the offerings burned by future generations, there will be a problem if you run out to suck people's yang energy.

Yang Qi is the most chaotic soul, Yang Qi is the breeding of everyone's qi and blood, thousands of people, people live a breath, referring to Yang Qi. Can that thing be sucked in?

Shi Nandou, a Taoist priest in the Ming Dynasty, mentioned that the spiritual power of emotions and other mixtures in yang energy, if the ghost absorbs too much, the soul will be extinguished, and it is certain that he will go crazy.

In the urn, the voice of the old ghost begging for mercy kept coming out, and then gradually stopped moving.

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In the funeral home during the day, before entering working hours, Qin Kun sat in the office and played minesweeping.

Curator Wang held the teacup, and when he walked through the corridor, he saw Qin Kun and was curious: "Yo, Xiao Qin, I came early enough today!" Could it be that Xiao Jiang is going to leave, do you know about it? ”

Little ginger? Leave?

"Jiang Yang is leaving?" Qin Kun wondered, Nima had just recruited a craft apprentice, and he wanted to relax for a few days, why Jiang Yang was leaving.

Director Wang said: "The horse goddess of the Zhong family is here for a while, you know, right?" A table of dead man's meals was set up for three days and three nights in Qingzhu Mountain, Kuishan Old House, and Qixing Palace, and all the ghosts in the surrounding hundreds of miles were summoned, and it was like chickens and dogs. Chu Laoxian and Jing Laohu both left Linjiang City under the pretext, leaving Fu Sect Yu Yuexian and Yu Lao Dao struggling to support Nanzong's face. ”

Yu Yuexian couldn't stand the commotion of Ma Shenpo, so she had a fight with her, and finally asked, and learned that Ma Shenpo was here to find an apprentice, thinking that the apprentice who had defected from their Zhong family had taken refuge in Nanzong, so she was angry and sent her disciple to inquire where the defected apprentice went. In the end, I found out that it was our funeral home that took people in. You don't know, the funeral parlor that Ma Shenpo made during this time is very fierce! Restless. Curator Wang was extremely bitter, and seemed to regret accepting Jiang Yang's hot potato.

Qin Kun looked confused, when he helped Xingyu buy a house to catch ghosts before, he had seen Ma Shenpo once in the Odin Hotel, and it didn't seem to be as unreasonable as he said.

"Got to our unit? That's it! ”

Curator Wang spat on Xingzi and flew straight: "Of course it's unbelievable!" The night before yesterday, she set up a table of dead people's meals at the door of our funeral home, and the entire ice coffin hall almost cheated the corpse, and all the ghosts around gathered to make trouble, and the angry old Qu scolded Ma Shenpo for being unreasonable, and her face was scratched! It's all out of shape. ”

Qin Kun shrunk his neck: "Ghost scratching? ”

Curator Wang looked at Qin Kun like an idiot and said, "Ma Xiaohua scratched it." ”

Qin Kun: "......"

To tell the truth, after he came into contact with the Tao of Life and Death, he always felt that these big people on the Dao, what sect masters, parents, and Xudu Men guests, all of them were famous, which made people feel mysterious and awe-inspiring.

What about the big guys who said yes?

Don't you fight? If you don't fight in the dark, will you live or die?

Besides, Uncle Qu is almost 70 years old, you scratch his face, it's too despicable! Where do you put Uncle Qu's face? What should I do if I have a cold? What should I do if I get sick?

"I'll go see Uncle Qu......"

"You don't have to go, Lao Qu's wife had a fight with him yesterday, and his wife thought he had a concubine outside, so she didn't let him go to work today." Curator Wang put his palm to his mouth and whispered, "I heard Lao Qu and his son say that Lao Qu knelt on the washboard all night last night!" ”

Qin Kun's back was cold, and his cheeks twitched.

There is a kind of regret for the end of the hero in my heart, Nima, this is a guest of Xudu, and he is not a prostitute of Xudu, he was taught such a lesson by his wife, it is too miserable!

Sure enough, a thousand ghosts are easy to hide, and women are difficult to mess with!

"What about the Horse Goddess? How's it going? ”

"What else! This kind of goddess from the northern countryside doesn't make any sense, I will definitely hand over Xiao Jiang! Otherwise, scratch me a few times, and your aunt will have to pick my skin if she misunderstands! Curator Wang said very seriously.

Qin Kun covered his forehead, and I also told Jiang Yang that you can cover him,, Lao Wang, you have lived up to my expectations!

After Curator Wang finished talking about the gossip, he put on a leader's style: "Xiao Jiang hasn't been here for the past few days, you can deal with the corpses in the Ice Coffin Hall these days, and there is a family member who needs to be cremated immediately, and I will hand it over to you today." ”

Qin Kun was stunned: "Jiang Yang hasn't been to work for the past few days? ”

"I got on, and I ran away without paying attention. How can he work with peace of mind after his master comes, he is hiding! I heard that when I was caught, I was in some rouge alley in Yangliu District. I don't know who introduced him to the broken place. What a lack of morality! Curator Wang glanced at Qin Kun intentionally or unintentionally, and then went to deal with his work with a teacup.

Qin Kun touched his nose in embarrassment, it seemed that the hundreds of yuan he lent Jiang Yang would not come back.

As soon as Lao Wang left, Qin Kun came to the Ice Coffin Hall.

There are no windows here, the temperature is extremely low, and there are corpses all around, Niu Meng and a few ghosts who are skinned are released, and when they see the surrounding environment, they smack their lips and marvel.

"Brother Kun, it's better to follow you, you can find such a good place, amazing!"

As soon as the skinning ghost came out, he lay comfortably on an ice coffin, looked at the deceased in the ice coffin, and speculated on the cause of his death. The smiling ghost is also inevitably a child's heart, looking left and right, no matter which one comes out, you can find something new.

"Headless, how comfortable it would have been if I could lie in this coffin and die when I peeled my skin."

The skinning ghost seemed to like this transparent coffin very much, and the headless ghost next to him was also envious, and his voice came from his chest: "You're okay, someone collects the body after death, and I watch my body decompose." ”

The two ghosts are talking about the past of death, and they are embarrassed.

Qin Kun was not too harsh, since the ghost liked it here, he simply released the weeping ghost in the urn and the old ghost just now.

The mourning ghost had been staying well in the urn, and he was used to the life of 'going to prison', but he didn't expect to suddenly appear here.

Feeling the ghost around me, cold, gloomy, and a burst of comfort in my bones.

However, when he saw the room full of ice coffins and corpses, he said with a bitter face: "I will never cry for others this time, this is my principle!! ”

Qin Kun looked at the crying ghost like a fool, ignored him, and continued the work at hand.

The old ghost who had just been subdued was also curious, but after seeing a room of ghosts, he consciously shrank into a corner, and stayed away from this group of hooligan scum who specialized in the ghost world, and at the same time guessed the identity of the young man.

A Yang person is tidying up the appearance of the deceased, and five or six ghosts are staying around, and this picture is somewhat harmonious.

After disposing of three corpses in a row, Qin Kun wiped his sweat.

There is another one, which is expedited today.

The corpse was in the freezer, and when the coffin-like freezer was opened, Qin Kun saw a corpse. He sat down on the ground.

"Ginger...... Jiang Yang!! ”

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