As a ghost hunter, Qin Kun has seen all kinds of ghosts over the years.

Every ghost has a story on it, and it is an obsession that lingers even after death.

It can be seen that the old ghost's strength is mediocre, similar to the old ghost in brocade back then, no smell, no resentment, except that he can't hide his dead appearance, which is more scary, Qin Kun can't see his malice.

So, Qin Kun followed the old ghost to see what he wanted to do.

Qibao Ancient Town is not far away, an old-fashioned community.

Just now, the proprietor of the lo-mei shop had already gone upstairs, and downstairs, on the empty cement floor, two footprints suddenly appeared. It's wet and water-stained.

As soon as the voice-activated lights dimmed, a phantom appeared, and footprints walked upstairs.

3rd floor.

It seemed to be the boss's door, and the old ghost hesitated for a long time, but never knocked on the door.

"Do you want to see him......

The old ghost leaned against the wall, staring at the dark light bulb in a daze.

There was a sound of footsteps upstairs, the family walked out, it seemed that they were going to have supper, the child was held by the parents, and when he passed the corner of the third floor, he suddenly said: "Mom, it's so cold......"

The child shivered and looked around with some unease.

"It's raining today, why don't you dress your child more?" The child's father asked.

The child's mother was suspicious: "The clothes should be enough......"

The child's mother was thinking about whether to go upstairs to add some clothes, when a young man suddenly came up from the second floor.

The young man took a cup of milk tea and walked sideways past them, and the child's trembling body suddenly calmed down.

"Mom, it's not cold......"

Yes?

The mother slapped the child's buttocks angrily: "Naughty! ”

As the family continued downstairs, the child shrunk over his mother's shoulder and looked at the young uncle, who raised his milk tea and smiled.

After drinking the milk tea, Qin Kun walked to the corner of the third floor, leaned on the railing, and chewed the remaining pearls in the cup in his mouth.

"Looking at your appearance, it's not harmful, what are you doing following here?"

Next to him, the old man who had been standing suddenly stunned and looked at Qin Kun with blinking eyes.

He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Qin Kun's eyes, Qin Kun chewed the pearl and rolled his eyes.

Groov!

The old man hadn't experienced the sensation of a twitching heart in a long time.

This man...... Can you see yourself?!

"What about you?"

"You, you, you, ......"

"Qin Kun, ghost hunter, fortunately."

Ghost Hunter!

The old man was in a nervous mood, so he ran away, Qin Kun was helpless and pressed his shoulder.

With a clatter, the old man felt that his shoulder was dislocated, and that hand was as heavy as a mountain, making it difficult for him to escape.

"You're a Taoist priest!!"

"First time meeting a Taoist priest?"

"I didn't hurt anyone!!"

"Don't get excited."

"I'm not here to hurt anyone, you let me go!"

Peng –

Qin Kun held it with one hand, a ball of qi exploded in the palm of his hand, and the heat wave hit people, and the old man felt that the other party seemed to be grasping a fire, very hot.

Quiet.

Qin Kun saw that the old man was shocked, so he said: "Okay, don't get excited, let's talk about the purpose, and give you 30 seconds." ”

"You ......" The old ghost looked at Qin Kun's deep eyes, and smiled bitterly, "I am the founder of Zhao's lo-mei, my son passed away a few months ago, and my daughter-in-law was taken abroad by my grandson, and before leaving, the old store at home was sold to this owner, I want to tell them the ...... of Zhao's secret recipe for lo-mei."

Well?

Qin Kun was puzzled, so strange obsession.

The old ghost sighed: "Since they are still playing the brand of Zhao's lo-mei, I feel obliged to teach them." This is the work of my life, I rely on this craft to raise my children, and they have also died of old age, but since someone inherits, I have to help. ”

The old ghost is finished.

Although Qin Kun didn't understand his feelings, he also understood: "Very good, give you half an hour to talk to them, and then I will be overtaken by me." ”

The old ghost was stunned: "I'm afraid this Taoist chief is laughing...... My gloomy appearance......"

The old ghost was interrupted in the middle of his words, Qin Kun hit him on the chest with the back of his hand, the old ghost was hit hard and took two steps back, and when he reacted, it was all dark around, and he found himself standing there in a suit and leather shoes, with a dull expression.

A bronze mirror appeared in Qin Kun's palm, and the old man took a photo, and found that he was not in the face of death, and the whole person was in good spirits.

"Dao Chief, this is ......"

"Help you hide your death so as not to scare anyone."

"But I've never worn a suit......" The old ghost was a little cramped.

"I want to be illusory, don't care about the details, if I'm ready, I'll pull people."

Qin Kun compared three fingers, reduced to two, and then reduced to one.

"If it weren't for the fragrance of flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water and the shattering of the moon, and the floating life of 330 million thoughts, it would be better to dream at the moment!"

Floating Formation!

Around the darkness, there were water ripple fluctuations, and the surroundings were like fog, and then Qibao Old Street appeared, Qin Kun and the old ghost stood still, the scene moved and changed, and they arrived at the door of the braised meat shop.

The blurred scene is getting clearer and clearer, slowly freezing in shaking.

Qin Kun grabbed his hand, and a middle-aged man was caught in.

Poof, the man sat on the ground and looked at him in astonishment: "I hit a ghost?!" Didn't you just watch TV? ”

Behind him, an old man in a suit and leather shoes helped him up, and the middle-aged man was sluggish: "You...... Are you the old man before? How did I get back here! ”

Qin Kun disappeared, and the old ghost looked at the clock in the store, Qin Kun said that he only had 30 minutes, thinking of this, the old ghost got straight to the point: "I don't have much time." Since you have inherited the Zhao family's signboard, there is something I need to let you know. ”

"I don't want to know!" The middle-aged man shouted.

“……”

The old ghost was angry: "I only said that I would leave in half an hour, if you don't listen, I will pester you every day!" ”

The middle-aged man was stunned: "Who are you?" ”

"Ghost!"

The middle-aged man twitched, almost fainted, and was dragged into the store by the old man, and he found that the old ghost had great strength and couldn't break free.

Wailing, struggling, going down the street where no one was around, no one could save him.

The middle-aged man looked sad and angry, and he knew that he wouldn't give the old ghost pig's trotters!

Regret and regret, but found that the old ghost had no malice and intentions, but pulled him to talk about the boiling of the marinade and the proportion of spices, and after listening for a while, the fear faded slightly, and the spirit was calmed, from the initial fear became curious, and then like an apprentice, he listened carefully.

"Still need to save old soup?"

"Yes, there are so many tourists in Qibao Old Street, there is no old soup to do, barely fool the tourists, if the old soup is enough, some shops in the city will also come to buy. You can earn at least that amount every day! The old ghost stiffly compared it to five.

The middle-aged man was stunned, this old ghost dreamed, could it be that he was trying to show himself a way to make money?

Open...... Just kidding! It's ridiculous!

The old ghost is not the kind of person who can speak well, but when it comes to professional craftsmanship, he is logical and clear, and he asks while speaking: "Why did you buy Zhao's store?" ”

The middle-aged man seemed to be familiar with the old ghost, and said bluntly: "My son has settled in the magic capital, and we want to get closer." ”

"You don't have to buy a store, do you?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "Originally, I just wanted to buy a house, but the landlady said that her husband had a will before he died, and the house had to be sold, so he could only sell it with the store." It can be half price, but the person who takes over must continue to operate Zhao's lo-mei. In the past, my mother-in-law and I were fried oil cakes, thinking that we could still do some work, and when we put it together, I felt that the price was quite fair, so I took over. ”

The old ghost nodded in satisfaction.

Half an hour later, the old street was hazy again, dissipating like fog.

The middle-aged man woke up suddenly and found himself asleep on the sofa.

"the kid!"

The water for washing her feet was cold, the proprietress was watching a TV series in the house, and when she heard the words, she walked out: "What's wrong?" ”

"How long did I sleep?"

"Are you asleep?" The proprietress looked at the time of the TV series: "You've slept for almost an episode." Is it cold? ”

The middle-aged man took a deep breath: "I had a dream......"

……

……

Downstairs, the old ghost was parallel to Qin Kun.

There are no words.

All the way to Qibao Old Street, on the bridge not far from the shop, the old ghost squinted his eyes, stopped for a long time, and finally smiled.

"Thank you, Master Dao, for fulfilling my wish!"

"Little things."

Qin Kun had an extra jar in his hand: "Since the obsession has disappeared, remember to have a good baby." ”

The old ghost owes a debt: "May the Taoist master live a long life and be auspicious." ”

"Lend you good words."

Under the hood of the columbarium, the old ghost will never disappear again.