Linjiang City, July. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The summer river breeze brings moisture all over the city, and two hours after the sun sets, the whole city is a little wet and cold.

Western suburbs, Linjiang City Funeral Parlor. At half past ten in the evening, Qin Kun sewed up the last corpse and pushed it into the morgue.

It's finally over.

Half a month has passed since I came back from the Xishan Experimental Base. Qin Kun returned to his normal life. Qin Kun took off his gloves and turned on his mobile phone, looking through the chat messages in the group.

This information, there are photos of going abroad, fragrant scenes surrounded by blondes, and the lights of casino nightclubs, Qin Kun is envious, jealous and hateful in his heart.

This is Nie Hu Zijian's 'drinking friend group', for some reason, it has now become a niche chat group for the rookies who participated in the Nanzong Taoist Association, and some people like to post some photos of the life of drunken gold fans to corrode everyone's Taoist hearts, such as Qingpi Hu Li Chong.

Of course, there are also some elderly seniors here, such as Ge Zhan.

Uncle Ge had a stroke and was extremely uneasy to speak, but since he learned to enter strokes, he chatted extremely frequently, and the nearly 100-year-old old dragon liked to be with juniors the most. It's just that once he was kicked out of the group after Nie Huzi drank too much, and then he was added again, and he didn't talk much anymore.

In the office, Han Yao rubbed his neck: "Brother Kun, are you done?" ”

Nearly midnight can still stay in the funeral home, only Tuwa and Uncle Qu are in the unit.

Han Yao, the eldest disciple of the sacrificial family, now almost lives in the unit, Qin Kun saw that the computer screen of this guy was still the interface of the game, and said curiously: "Tuwa, why do you play this game every day, and how many levels have you advanced?" ”

Han Yao has a round face and speaks in a rustic manner, but when it comes to the game, it is a different look: "Brother Kun, are you dirty?" This game is not upgraded. ”

Belch......

Qin Kun awkwardly accepted Han Yao's contempt.

All right...... I'll admit I'm not familiar with this aspect, okay......

In the office, Qin Kun poured a glass of water, suddenly sniffed, and wondered: Why is it a burnt smell?

The wind in Linjiang City was very strong, and the office was cloudy and windy, Qin Kun looked fixedly, and there was a computer in the corner! And there was a brazier under the computer, and a charred corpse sat in front of the computer with its feet in the basin.

Ritual furnace ghosts?

No way...... Isn't this Han Yao's ghost?

Qin Kun walked over and found that Niu Meng and Skinning were also gathered here.

"What are you doing?"

The three ghosts were concentrated, Qin Kun secretly looked at it, and found that he was watching the ghost of the sacrificial furnace play a game.

"Brother Kun, are you going back? After reading this one. ”

The skinning ghost concentrated, Niu Meng was not panting, and the two ghosts almost looked at the operation of the sacrificial furnace ghost, and said in unison: "Beautiful!" Kill him! Kill him! Don't let the other one run away! ”

On the screen is the game played by Han Yao, the furnace ghost has killed 3 people one after another, and the operation is extremely sharp, Qin Kun feels that Niu Meng and skinning are the same as his fans.

This game is called DOTA, Han Yao said that it is a game with 5 people, and there is obviously a level in the game, but he doesn't know why Han Yao said that this is not an upgraded game.

Qin Kun looked bored, and went back to ask Han Yao: "You guys have a good time, why don't you sit together?" ”

Han Yao wrinkled his nose and replied, "His brazier is too choking." ”

Qin Kun: "......"

At the end of the game, Han Yao clicked on the ladder match again.

Qin Kun finished drinking tea and saw that the time was not too early, so he got up and said goodbye: "Then you play slowly, I'll go home." ”

Qin Kun collected the cow and skinned it, and at this time it was the main topic to go back to eat a supper and sleep.

Qin Kundu was about to walk out, Han Yao remembered something, and said, "By the way, Brother Kun, Senior Brother Cui sent me something to show you." ”

Han Yao turned on his phone and showed Qin Kun a picture.

The picture was posted by Cui Honghu.

The person inside was not him, it was a photo of Mo Wuji and a corpse.

The corpse had been cut open from the top of its navel, cutting out strange ghost patterns. The corpse looked ahead with blank eyes, his expression frightened, and all his internal organs in his chest cavity were gone.

The methods are extremely cruel, and the cutting is neat, and it doesn't look like a murder, but more like some evil ritual.

Next to the corpse, there are two children's heads, a man and a woman, who look very similar, a dragon and phoenix fetus. It's a pity that now, the head is in a different place.

Living Sacrifice!

Qin Kun's heart was beating violently.

The tragedy of the Sea Emperor Club was a nightmare in his heart, the row of children nailed to the wall, Qin Kun would be scared awake every time he had a nightmare.

It's not that I'm afraid of those dead corpses, it's that I'm afraid that this horrible thing will happen again!

"Where is this?"

"Pro-provincial. The seventh. Someone did it, and some ghosts did it. The deceased were all dragon and phoenix fetuses and parents. ”

"A living sacrifice?"

"Yes."

"What do they sacrifice?"

"I don't know ......"

Some shamans and shamans in China like to sacrifice alive, and they believe that the newly dead higher beings have great power hidden in their blood. However, the blows dealt by successive dynasties to these cults made them dare not sacrifice people. Most of them were replaced with monkeys.

However, it is not excluded that some people follow the ancient law.

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A living sacrifice......

At night, Qin Kun rode his bicycle on the road, he couldn't understand what those crazy people liked to kill and sacrifice, but once again deepened his hatred for this kind of behavior.

Dead people have seen a lot, and no one likes to see a person jumping around more than Qin Kun.

Qianmo community, Qin Kun's new home, there are not many residents in the community, and many families are still decorating.

After collecting the bicycle, Qin Kun saw that a Qing Dynasty imp with braided hair was playing in the sand.

The little ghost's teeth are scorched black, and the white face reflects the blue and black blood vessels, like a spider web, I am afraid that he died of poisoning.

"Sixteenth elder brother, ran out to play again?"

The little ghost looked like he was five or six years old, and when he saw Qin Kun, he looked frightened and drilled into the sand.

Qin Kun grabbed his braid: "Don't go, I won't eat you again." ”

This little ghost was only met by Qin Kun a few days ago.

According to the little ghost, his house is at the bottom of the community.

Qin Kun knew that at the bottom of the community, after discovering a Qing Dynasty Gege tomb, but he never imagined that this community seemed to be built on the tombs of Manchu nobles.

This discovery made Qin Kun very speechless, and in addition to this little ghost, he had also seen a few guard ghosts who wanted to assassinate him in the elevator, saying that he was rude to their master.

After seeing Qin Kun kill his six guards one after another, the little ghost was scared, he knew that this person was not easy to mess with.

"Guru...... It's so stuffy down there, I'll come out at night to breathe......"

Breathable?

Qin Kun saw a resident squatting in front of a pile of sand and talking to a child dressed in an extremely strange way, and hurried away.

Qin Kun said: "Breathable, you have to hide your death phase, right?" ”

"I can't do enough......"

The little ghost lowered his head aggrievedly, Qin Kun pinched his nose, this little ghost couldn't hide his dead appearance, the smell on his body was like rotten eggs, it smelled bad and pungent.

"Alright, get out of here." This little ghost looks pitiful, and Qin Kun is not a ruthless person, so he let it go casually.

The imp shrunk his head and hurried into the ground.

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