My life is super hard, nothing is taboo/Ghost Shelter

"Little master, thank you..."

The mortician is like this, let the dead go away with peace of mind, and the living live with no shame. He said "hmm" in his nose as a response, and continued to concentrate on his work.

……

At 11:[-] in the evening, Qin Kun returned to the city after get off work.

After finally living a normal life for a while, it went back to the way it was before.

Qin Kun rubbed his sore neck. At this moment, he had to go to the bar to have a drink to relieve his fatigue.

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0217 - Black Soul Knight

It's been a long time since I came to Xixiang Street alone.

The streets here have returned to their former bustle.

Alcohol is a social tool. The ancients said that 'the drunkard does not want to drink'. Drinking is an atmosphere, chatting, showing off, and bragging. This is the case from ancient times to the present.

With 1 glass of Lanjina and 6 bottles of Imperial Bullet, Qin Kun watched the performance on stage and began to drink.Sometimes drinking alone is also a kind of enjoyment in pursuit of "spiritual tranquility".Being in a lively atmosphere and detached from everything else, Qin Kun liked this feeling very much before.

Yemei Bar, the owner 'Da Jun' was involved in a murder case years ago. It seems that Yemei Bar has changed hands and changed owners, but the atmosphere is still as lively as before.

The DJ on the stage was very loud, the lights were flashing, and the singer was shouting mics to warm up the scene.

"One person, I drink and get drunk, and when I get drunk, the beauties are paired"

"Two eyes follow each other alone, I only hope that one day they can return together"

Qin Kun was shaken by Qu Feng, and suddenly there was a vibration in the ashes urn.

The ashes urn is not a city god's decree, bronze mirror, mandrill cover, etc., and the ghosts inside need Qin Kun's consent to come out.Qin Kun released the ghost and found that it was a mourning ghost.

"Brother Kun! This song is so good!" The mourning ghost held a mourning stick and praised hoarsely.

Qin Kun is also a type of person who appreciates both elegance and vulgarity. He thinks this song is very atmospheric, but he didn't expect that mourners would love this style of music so much. You are a crying ghost. Do you understand that if you are so high, it will be nondescript?

Seeing his outfit, Qin Kun thought of a question, it seems that we are not sitting in the corner booth this time...

Sure enough, after a while, a waiter found the mourning ghost, and trotted over: "Hi sir, is there anything I need?"

Although the waiter was asking, he looked suspiciously at the mourning ghost in front of him.

Crying sticks, mourning faces, and filial piety in sackcloth, no matter how you look at it, it is unlucky.

The drinkers around also found the mourning ghost, and made a scene one after another.

"Who is this dressed like this?"

"Can people in sackcloth and filial piety not come to the bar? Is it an eyesore?"

"Waiter, this kind of person is here to mess things up, right? Why don't you drive him out?"

"What a disappointment!"

Qin Kun had forgotten that people in Yang are taboo about this attire.

The waiter looked at Qin Kun in embarrassment, but Qin Kun said indifferently: "I'm sorry, everyone, I'm responsible for the money for the wine. It's not wearing sackcloth and filial piety, and there is no death at home. We are part of the crew of "Ghostbusters" in the outskirts of the city. "

Qin Kun casually revealed the name of Wang Gan and his crew.

When the people around heard this, they frowned.

Yang people are like this. Once you wear hemp and filial piety and go into a public place, you will feel very unlucky, but when you hear that these things are props, it becomes no big deal, and everything is caused by psychological effects.

"So it's from the crew, forget it!" A drinker didn't want to appear petty after drinking too much, "Ordering a Bloody Mary for this mourner, it's a misunderstanding."

The misunderstanding was resolved, and Qin Kun changed from drinking alone to drinking together.

The mourning ghost is now level 21, and is one of Qin Kun's weakest ghosts, but Qin Kun will not favor one over the other, seeing the mourning ghost enjoying the music with an intoxicated expression.And don't want to bother.

After several bottles of wine, Qin Kun ordered another glass of Langina before the mourning ghost had heard enough.

Behind him, a woman's voice came.

"Hey, Qin Heigou, come to my place when you are free?"

The woman rested her chin on the back of the sofa, her hair fell against Qin Kun's cheek, making Qin Kun itchy.

This voice couldn't be more familiar. Qin Kun turned his head, met those drunken phoenix eyes, and said, "Ying Fengyao, you are a nun who is a monk and still runs a bar? You are quite rich."

The woman is Ying Fengyao.

She wears a Tai Chi pendant around her neck, and copper coins on her body. She is dressed in a corset, with a protruding front and back, and her figure is conservative and enchanting at the same time.

Holding a glass of wine, Ying Fengyao slammed lightly with Qin Kun: "Why, can't nuns open bars?"

Ying Fengyao was a little drunk. Although she was smiling, she looked at Qin Kun with a kind of resentment.

"You can do it if you say so." Qin Kun put his arms around her shoulders, and pulled her to sit next to him: "Why are you looking at me like that, everyone's sheets are rolled, so there's no need to be so different."

Qin Kun couldn't forget that night in Yuxianting. A mature woman like Ying Fengyao and a virgin, although she has a strong evil spirit, is very suitable for people's appetite.

If the other party hadn't killed him, Qin Kun felt that the relationship between the two should be closer.

The surroundings suddenly went dark, the drinkers disappeared, the DJ and the lights were gone.

Qin Kun sneered helplessly: "Playing this again? Your five bamboo evil bones are useless to me now."

Ying Fengyao sipped her wine and said softly, "I didn't release this mirage world."

Not...you?

Qin Kun was stunned, his eyelids twitched, and he suddenly looked in one direction.

In that direction, two foreigners in black robes came over.

"I didn't expect that the exorcist in the East is quite capable. Is this ghost slave your subordinate?"

A western man wearing an inverted five-pointed star sat across from Qin Kun. His gums were bleeding, and his complexion was pale, but his eye circles were dark red, and blue blood vessels were clearly visible under his skin.

Beside the man was a brown-haired woman with a straight nose and a tall figure, with dense tattoos on her face.She sat on the other side of the sofa, and the mourning ghost was sandwiched between the two.

"Brother Kun..." The mourning ghost suddenly realized that he couldn't move. There was a powerful force intertwining between the two of them, binding him in place.

"Who are you?" Qin Kun asked curiously.

Qin Kun saw that the two were full of yin, and they were obviously not serious exorcists, and Qin Kun knew that this was a sign of Satan.

"Lovely oriental exorcist, we are just passers-by, looking for a god lost in the world. If there is any disturbance, please forgive me."

The man speaks Chinese fluently, but his attitude is not as friendly as his tone.

After the man finished speaking, he grabbed the wailing ghost. The wailing ghost felt as if his soul had been caught. He couldn't cry out for help, and his consciousness seemed to be fragmented.

Is this called a lot of forgiveness? !

It depends on the owner to beat a dog!

"Hey, you two, stop it." Qin Kun warned with a bit of displeasure on his face.

Obviously, the two of them feel that the mourning ghost is too weak, and I am afraid that they regard themselves as ghost-level ghost catchers. The spiritual energy of these two people is not strong. The system shows that one is 27 and the other is 26. How dare they dare to face themselves? In front of him, he wanted to absorb the soul of the mourning ghost, so he didn't take himself seriously.

"Huh? Stop?" The man seemed to have heard some joke, "Dear Eastern Exorcist, maybe you haven't heard of the Black Soul Knight. We are Satan's vanguard."

There was a sneer in the man's eyes, and the woman laughed too. Some people are like this, ignorant and fearless.

"I've heard of it." Qin Kun said seriously.

Qin Kun's words, like a thunderbolt, exploded in the man's ears.

The Black Soul Knight is a senior member of Satanism, a mysterious existence in the West, how could he have heard of it?

After a long time, the man frowned in disbelief: "Have you heard of the Black Soul Knight?"

Qin Kun nodded, "There is also the Holy Soul Society."

"Have you heard of those hypocritical missionaries?" The man was even more surprised.

"I also killed several knights." Qin Kun added.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

After a while, the man said: "This is impossible! You are lying!!"

According to the organization's information, the number of Black Soul knights has remained stable at 20 for ten years, and no knight has ever been killed.

"Liars must be punished!"

Suddenly, a blood-colored, slender knife appeared in the woman's black robe. The handle of the knife was a black skull, and the eyes were shining with blood. As soon as the knife was taken out, the woman slashed straight at Qin Kun's neck with extremely sharp movements.

Ying Fengyao was held in Qin Kun's arms, and she raised her eyelids: "It's me who wants to kill him, what are you?"

Ying Fengyao raised her jade finger, and the copper coin salsa on her body made a sound, she pointed at the woman.

Then, the woman's movements froze, her spine protruded from the back of her neck inexplicably, and then her ribs grew wildly, and her leg bones grew wildly. The woman couldn't believe it, and amidst the screams, she turned into a ball made of bone spurs .

The voice of the copper coins disappeared, and the woman couldn't believe that she was so easily solved by others.

Qin Kun walked over and lifted the man's collar, "Black Soul Knight, right? I'm not good at torturing people in the mirage world, let's go out and talk about it."

Qin Kun let go of the man, and waved his hand to break the mirage.

The mirror-like boundary wall shattered, and the noise of the bar returned to the surroundings.

Qin Kun opened his eyes and found two foreigners who were about to escape in the corner of the bar.

Qin Kun put away the mourning ghost, got up and left.

The waiter ran over: "Sir, you haven't paid the bill yet..."

Qin Kun put his arms around Ying Fengyao's waist and asked, "Do you know who she is?"

After seeing the woman's face clearly, the waiter opened his eyes wide: "Old, boss..."

I rely on!What's the situation!

His boss, airborne at Yemei Bar last year, many waiters found that the boss was young and beautiful, like a stunner, and thought he was the mistress of some rich man.

So many hooligans came to make trouble, eating and drinking for nothing, and clamoring to have sex with their boss. Until a week later, the number of people who came to make trouble became less and less. After inquiring, those people all disappeared.No one is alive, no one is dead, the boss still goes in and out without hesitation, still drinks, still dresses hot and glamorous, all of a sudden, many people understand that this boss is definitely not easy to mess with.

But now, the waiter felt a little unreal when he saw his boss being held in the arms of a young boy, and he looked like a little bird.

Qin Kun patted the waiter on the shoulder, pushed him away, and walked outside.

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Chapter 0218 he seems to have a problem

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable Immeasurable Heavens, Immeasurable Heavenly Eyes see the world!"

With an extremely large field of vision, Qin Kun quickly locked the direction of the two people in the dark night.

Seeing them driving away quickly, Qin Kun rode a bicycle and said to Ying Fengyao, "Get in the car!"

Ying Fengyao was stunned for a moment... She looked at the bicycle, which was still the one with patched tires, and frowned, "Can people sit on it?"

"Why so much nonsense? Don't go up and down."

Qin Kun stepped on the pedal, and Ying Fengyao jumped onto the back seat immediately, putting her arms around Qin Kun's waist.

To be honest, Ying Fengyao has never experienced this kind of transportation since she entered the world.

Diabolo Temple is near the coast, and the pilgrims who come and go are either rich or noble, and those who are truly capable in life and death are the kind who are very courteous.

Qin Kun pedaled the racing car and followed closely behind: "What's the purpose of those people coming here?"

If you count the fate 30 years ago, this is already the second time Qin Kun has met the black soul knight.These people are equivalent to middle-level disciples of ghost hunters, and they are the kind of killers who will attack and hurt people for money. Qin Kun can't stand by and watch.

"I don't know. Many foreign religions have their own teachings, whether they do good or harm others. It is impossible to guess the purpose of an organization like a religion."

It was also the first time for Ying Fengyao to see these cults, so she naturally didn't know what they were looking for in the mainland.

They said that they wanted to find a lost god.

This is rather strange, looking for the gods and asking what the ghosts do?Could it be that god is a ghost?

……

At the same time, on the outskirts of Linjiang City.

Wang Gan, who had been filming on location all day, took off his sweaty costume and kept fanning himself.