The so-called 'Xuhai guards the end of the day, and the night is not enough', Qin Kun basically did not stay in the funeral home after the child.

So, he didn't know that this place was big at night...... It's so lively.

The ice coffin hall, the sewing room, and the cold light in the corridor are full of ghosts.

The sound of walking with shoes pulled, salsa sounded, and there were obviously people walking in the corridor of the ice coffin hall, some with cheap hands, and still picking at the wall skin.

In the sewing room, the corpses of Uncle Qu's family of five were placed on the sewing table, looking peaceful, in order to make them look a little complex, they wiped their blush, but the cyan and blush that came out of the corpse after it cooled formed an obvious contrast.

Chu Laoxian said that Uncle Qu's corpse would have a mutation, so Qin Kun didn't rush to push him into the morgue.

The cold wind around was seeping people, and suddenly, the door branch opened, and a few bad faces peeked in like a lively one.

Qin Kun sat on the chair and played with his mobile phone, the eight winds did not move, the rest area outside the sewing room, the incense on the table was curling, and the ghosts took a few puffs and left.

After a while, a child walked in with a leather ball in his arms, and found that Qin Kun was actually looking at him, and in shock, he said cautiously: "Big brother, can you play with me?" ”

Qin Kun squinted, this was a sparse child who fell, he should have fallen to his death, Qin Kun smiled and rubbed his nose: "Okay." ”

The window was opened, Qin Kun opened a big foot, the ball was suffocated far away, the child was stunned, crying and jumping from the window.

After a while, a sissy with an orchid finger walked in again, and found that there was a yang person sitting in the sewing room playing with his mobile phone, covering his chest and startled, and then leaned over with a happy face.

The sissy shook her palm in front of Qin Kun's eyes, and found that Qin Kun didn't react, so she leaned around Qin Kun with an intoxicated face, inhaling yang energy.

Syllable!

Qin Kun slapped his backhand on the sissy's face, and the sissy covered her face and looked at Qin Kun incredulously.

Syllable!

Another slap on the forehand.

"Get out!"

The sissy covered her cheeks, full of grievance and resentment, her lips twitched a few times, and she stomped away.

Who would have thought that this would be the case in the funeral home after the child's time, and I don't know what Tuwa saw when she often played games in the office building.

Qin Kun and others came to several groups of uninvited guests, but they didn't see any reaction from Uncle Qu's corpse between the sewing corpses. The hands of the clock had already pointed to 1 o'clock, Qin Kun put down his mobile phone, yawned, and an old woman with missing teeth leaned on the edge of the door frame, looking at Qin Kun with a smile on her melon seeds, the old woman's teeth were scorched and her face was bruised.

"Little master, can you see me?"

Qin Kun nodded.

The old woman smiled ugly, a little stiff, and rolled her eyes gloomily: "I haven't seen you, my face is raw." How many years have you been doing? ”

"It's been almost three years."

"Oh, I just sent it the other day."

The old woman's expression was a little greedy, and Qin Kun sneered in his heart, ready to see what the other party could do.

The old woman is an old man, she has seen other little masters in the funeral home, in comparison, Qin Kun is too quiet, quiet is a little scary, this kind of dare to stay in the funeral home at night, I'm afraid it's not a guy to mess with.

The old woman grabbed a handful of melon seeds on the offering table and left, Qin Kun retracted his gaze and continued to look at his mobile phone.

The ice coffin hall in winter was cold, and the morgue was next to the morgue between the sewing corpses, even more so, Qin Kun walked over to look at the corpses of Uncle Qu's family, and found that his grandson, son-in-law, daughter, and wife had already sat up.

"People die like lights go out, don't love the sun, put down the corpse, and reincarnate as soon as possible."

Those few people sat up with the corpse, and after Qin Kun finished talking, Uncle Qu's wife took the lead in getting out of the corpse.

This is a wild ghost, Uncle Qu was low-key before his death, Qin Kun had never seen it in his family, his wife found out that he was dead, sighed for a while, and said: "Xiushuang, Ah Liang, let's go with Dandan." ”

Several light-colored ghosts sat up, their expressions glazed and feeling a little conscious, but after leaving the corpse, their consciousness seemed to be stripped away, their minds were foggy, they probably didn't think of anything, and their faces were dazed.

Except for Uncle Qu's wife, who was more sober, the rest had demented expressions.

"Little master, I am Qu Chengyang's wife, please show me the way."

The old lady said very politely, Qin Kun was stunned, Ming Lu?

He will collect the ghosts and refine the yin candles and burn them to the city god, which is the system's superordinate method.

Other times, I really don't know what to do with these.

Seeing Qin Kun stunned, the old lady smiled stiffly: "Lao Qu said that your funeral home has a door, and after entering, you can go to the underworld to get born." ”

"Mom...... Didn't you say...... Father...... Is that...... Nonsense? Lao Qu's daughter stumbled and slurred her speech, and seemed to be saliva.

The old lady shook her head: "Your father is capable, although I don't know, but he told me some bizarre stories when I was young." ”

Qin Kun scratched his cheeks, he knew that the inheritance of the Xudu Menke was the 'Menzi Volume' in the thirty-six volumes of the Heavenly Book, and he didn't know it anymore.

Listen to what the old lady means, there is a door in the funeral parlor that leads to the underworld? Isn't it a direct to the [Hell Road]?

The old lady looked at Qin Kun in a daze, and sighed: "Alas, the little master is new, since you don't know, don't be afraid, the old woman will leave." ”

The ice coffin hall is lively, and the ghost is almost gone.

It seems that the Xishan Cemetery next to it regards this place as a meeting place at night, Qin Kun can understand after thinking about it carefully, the funeral home is constantly burning incense, and it is reasonable for these little ghosts to steal some incense at night to satisfy their hunger.

At 3 o'clock in the evening, the ice coffin hall was cold, and Qin Kun drank a pot of boiling water, but he was still shivering with cold. Where the yin and cold are strong, in winter, no matter how strong the yang is, it is useless.

After holding back his urine, Qin Kun went to the office building to go to the toilet.

The funeral parlor stands in the sparsely populated western suburbs, an empty office building, quiet as if cut off from the whole world, and when walking, only the sound of one's own footsteps echoes.

In fact, sometimes I have imagined something scary in my head, which is more terrifying than something really scary.

The extremely quiet environment makes it easy to think of terrifying things, and the more I think about it, the more scared I feel, so as soon as I entered the toilet, when I saw a row of people standing in front of the urinal, Qin Kun almost lost control.

When he first came in, the voice-activated light was still off, and the yin qi of the three wandering spirits was too weak, and it felt no different from the cold air, so these three dirty things appeared in front of him, Qin Kun was defenseless, and he was almost scared to pee.

Qin Kun held the firewood knife and tried his best to control his emotions, the three wandering spirits would not let themselves lose their temper, he had just sworn that Uncle Qu would not kill in the first seven days.

But what do you mean by just four urinals, you three things are looking at Lao Tzu? The three crooked ghosts, all of whom looked to be sick to death, with a weak expression, staring at themselves with a dark face, Qin Kun glared fiercely a few times before they turned their heads sluggishly and knowingly.

Holding back and not moving the knife, Qin Kun finally got out of the office building with the fire in his breath, and sure enough, it was not for people to stay here in the future.

At this moment, on the roof of the office building, a dark shadow watched Qin Kun walk towards the Ice Coffin Hall, and a solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"Master, it's a disciple of the Southern Sect. Looking at the degree of sufficiency of yang energy, most of them are from Dou Zong. ”

The black shadow that spoke had eight arms, and on the other side, there was a guy with a worm-faced face.

The moon slowly came out of the dark clouds, and the black shadow revealed, if you don't count the cyan on your face, it is definitely a very righteous person, and he is dressed very similarly...... Lord Chenghuang.

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