Cold coffin village, the sun is in the middle. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At Old Man Kang's house, Qin Kun was woken up by the sunlight outside the window and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

When he woke up again, it was already noon the next day, Qin Kun was dizzy, and his muscles were burning and aching.

Next to Qin Kun, there was a black goose, and when he saw that he was awake, the black goose swaggered out and quacked.

After a while, Old Man Kang walked in and looked at Qin Kun with complicated eyes.

"Awake?"

Qin Kun nodded, and asked again, "What about them?" ”

"I woke up early."

"How did I get back?"

"They brought you back."

"Uncle Kang, do you want to say anything?" Qin Kun looked at Old Man Kang hesitating, so he asked.

Old man Kang moved his mouth, and finally sighed, "I handed over the old man to Miaozhu from Hanshi Mother." ”

"yes, okay."

In the courtyard, when Qin Kun walked out, several people surrounded Tu Xuanxuan, looking at the DV in her hand.

That's the picture of the ghost town of the cold coffin, except for the ghost DV inside, the other stone carvings are all on it.

Seeing Qin Kun coming, several people greeted him: "Director Qin." ”

Now, Wu Senran, Hodge, and Tu Xuanxuan, looking at Qin Kun's expressions, are very different.

It seems that this young man has secrets on his body, which people can't figure out with common sense.

Qin Kun was very unconvinced by these complicated and curious, curious and a little puzzled, specially, yesterday he fell into the well, this group of people didn't lose a rope to save it, and their clothes were knotted, and they could climb a few meters less.

"Where's Xu Yang?"

"There is a cat in the house, I came back last night, and I found that I couldn't get up, saying that I was in the middle of the evil and was recuperating."

Raise a fart!

Qin Kun was really speechless, can this thing worry about anything else besides worrying about this?

"By the way, why are you so heavy?" Wu Senran asked rhetorically after speaking, and he complained all over his mouth.

After Qin Kun climbed out of the well yesterday, the surrounding ghosts disappeared in an instant, they were in the valley, there were still so many stone carvings, but there were no more ghosts coming and going.

Qin Kun was in a coma, Xu Yang was in a coma, the team was leaderless, fortunately there was a black goose leading the way, Yuan Xinghan was carrying Xu Yang, and Wu Senran was carrying Qin Kun, but he couldn't move his back! In the end, it was Wu Senran, Hodge, and Tu Xuanxuan who carried Qin Kun back.

Hearing Wu Senran complain about last night's incident, Qin Kun couldn't remember, but his standard weight of 140 pounds was not sinking, right?

"Director Qin, is this yours?" Hodge next to him suddenly remembered something, took out something and handed it to Qin Kun.

This is an awl, a magic weapon chiseled life cone!

It may be that when he comes out of the cold coffin ghost town, he will get the reward, but Qin Kun didn't have time to earn the flexible space, so he fainted.

Ritual weapons......

Qin Kun was a little embarrassed, he almost let these people die in the ghost town last night, just for this magic weapon...... If it is left in a ghost town, Qin Kun will probably have the heart to cry to death.

"It's mine, thank you~"

At the door of Old Man Kang's house, the old temple Zhu came to visit.

No pleasantries, no thanks.

After Lao Miaozhu saw the magic weapon in Qin Kun's hand, he looked at Old Man Kang.

"Lao Kang...... It's really ......."

"Well, the cone of life."

Qin Kun was shocked in his heart, and found that the two of them actually knew the things in their hands, especially Old Man Kang, his eyes were extremely complicated, he just looked at himself, and wanted to say something, could it be that he wanted to mention this?

But...... Why do they know the Cone of Fortune??

Seeing that the two old men and Qin Kun had something to say, Tu Xuanxuan and the others stepped aside with interest.

"What's that iron awl?" Tu Xuanxuan asked Hodge curiously.

Hodge said, "I don't know, I picked it up by that well." Uncle Kang saw it in the morning and seemed shocked. ”

Wu Senran said in a low voice: "Eighty percent is not a good thing, chisel life!" This can't be a murder weapon, right? ”

How much better can last night's experience be than the previous experience in the Xishan Experimental Base?

That time, in the accommodation building built with the aid of the Soviet Union, Wu Senran saw someone leave a meal for Qin Kun 30 years ago, which was too shocking to people's worldview, and this time he saw a ghost town with his own eyes, Wu Senran shuddered, he stayed with Qin Kun for a long time, it was really easy to become nervous, this kind of experience, no one believed it! Sometimes I can't tell if it's reality or a dream.

He felt that at the end of this trip, he had to go out to enjoy the flowers and relax his spirits...... For this kind of trip, one or two is enough.

In front of the stone table in the courtyard, Qin Kun, Old Man Kang, and Old Miao Zhu sat together.

Lao Miaozhu looked at the awl in Qin Kun's hand and sighed deeply: "I didn't expect this thing to come out......"

Old man Kang lit a cigarette: "Old thing, things are not because of you!" ”

Lao Miaozhu smiled bitterly: "The world has its own fate, what does it have to do with me?" This little brother, aren't you really a Taoist priest from Maoshan? ”

Qin Kun shook his head, the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect are sent to Maoshan as their ancestral court, and he, the funeral parlor mortuary, is leaning on Director Wang's side, so he can't count Maoshan there.

"You know this thing?" Qin Kun asked when he saw the two of them.

"Why don't you know ......" The two said in unison, looking at each other and smiling bitterly.

Old man Kang said: "The instrument of the ancestor craftsman, this is the cone of the coffin master ancestor Ye Liang chiseled the coffin!" It is said that it has been passed down for hundreds of generations, and when the old coffin maker of the previous generation died, he brought this thing into the coffin maker's mound. Legend has it that in the Song Dynasty, there was a heavenly master passing by the village in Maoshan and wanted to exchange this drill cone, and offered a price of 100 acres of fertile land and 1,000 taels of gold and silver, but he did not exchange it. ”

Qin Kun was shocked, and said that ghost hunters, especially those seniors in the rivers and lakes, are all masters of making magic weapons, and they are the heavenly masters of Maoshan! He wanted to change this magic weapon, which only proved that this thing was very useful.

Lao Miao said: "But this thing is unknown, the old coffin makers of the past generations have committed suicide with this thing." Nailed in from the temple, the death is terrifying. At the beginning, the ancestors said that this chisel cone is an evil thing, and everything is chiseled, which can confuse the mind. ”

Qin Kun could feel that this chisel life cone was different from his other magic weapons.

The ghost aura above is extremely strong, this thing is not for ghosts, it is for people.

Chisel life cone

Type: Ritual Instrument

Introduction: Chisel the soul of the broken soul, the evil sharp and sharp (people have three souls, the soul of life, the soul of yin, and the soul of yang, this thing only hurts the soul of life)

Comprehensive evaluation: The weapon of great evil, with the power of recklessness, is said to have been originally made by the teeth of the Yin and Netherworld beasts

Qin Kun put away the chisel life cone, the power of this thing has not been tried yet, but it seems that it should not be bad.

"Since this little brother has Taoism, the old man has a request, there is a well in the coffin maker's mound, and there is a female ghost in the well, I wonder if you can help get rid of it?"

Well?

Qin Kun shook his head.

Yesterday he almost planted there, and after thinking about it, he felt a little unbelievable, with his physical fitness, even if he climbed out of the well, no matter how much he lost his strength, he would not faint.

There must be something strange about that well, he thought!

This kind of place, he never wants to go again.

Old man Miaozhu and Old Man Kang have some regrets, but there is no way, Qin Kun is obviously here to travel, and he seems to have some strength, but he doesn't want to care about the affairs of their village.

Lao Miaozhu saw that Qin Kun was resolute, so according to his promise, he sent a pillow made of cold stone and left.

Qin Kun said: "Uncle Kang, if nothing happens, we will leave tonight, thank you for your hospitality." ”

Old man Kang nodded, and after a long silence, Old Man Kang suddenly said: "Actually, every generation of Han Coffin Village has a rule. ”

"What?"

"Whoever can get a chisel cone in the coffin maker's mound is the true legend of this generation of coffin makers. Brother Qin, do you want to learn to make coffins? ”

No way!

Qin Kun's eyes widened, don't mess with me, who has nothing to learn that!

"Nope! Absolutely not! ”

"That'...... You have to hand over the life cone, this is the ancestral ...... of our village."

"Nope! Don't you think, this is the ...... I found."

"So what?" Under Old Man Kang's eyes, a green light flashed, and Qin Kun was stunned to find that he had reached a mirage.

This...... How can it be?!

In broad daylight, around Qin Kun, except for Old Man Kang, the rest were pitch black.

On the table in front of him, Old Man Kang handed out an incomparably ancient scripture scroll, on which were written the three words of iron painting and silver hook - the word 'coffin'.

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