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

"Destroy?" Wei Wei smiled bitterly, "Mr. Qin, we are not as capable as you. We are good at playing with guns and knives. How can we destroy these unspeakable things? Guns and fires are useless. "

Qin Kun still wanted to ask, but Li Chong lit a cigarette and said, "It's full of big ghosts. The weakest are evil ghosts, and there are even ghost generals. Have you never heard that evil ghosts don't die? Let alone ghost generals. To kill them, you have to wait for them to fight you desperately, or you can kill them instantly."

Qin Kun didn't understand, Li Chongdao: "I know what you want to ask, I heard from Jing Sansheng that Yang Shen left some things to the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, so that they can suppress and detain those evil spirits with deep morality. So they can catch Live in those dirty things, but you can't kill them, you can only lock them here."

Yang Shen...

It was Yang Shen again.

Ever since he knew about the General Bureau of Spiritual Detectives, Qin Kun sometimes confused the concepts of temples and rivers and lakes. It seems that this was also the purpose of Yang Shen's establishment of the General Bureau of Spiritual Detectives.

It's just... is this okay?

Rivers and lakes have their own rules, and temples have their own rules. Just like the bright moon and stars, no one can tell whether it is the bright moon that makes people intoxicated, or the stars that make people feel refreshed. Or steal the limelight?

Qin Kun couldn't judge.

The short-haired woman who didn't speak from the beginning was startled: "You also know the old bureau?"

Li Chong sneered: "What do we mean? Yang Shen is a senior who belongs to the Dao of Life and Death, don't we know?"

"Impossible!" the short-haired woman said, "That's an old soldier who was honored during the Republic of China."

"Little girl, have you heard too many stories? Yang Shen is a soldier? I'll kill the rumor-mongering bastard!"

Even though Li Chong didn't like Dou Zong, he was still proud of his status as a Taoist priest, and he couldn't accept the saying that the previous generation accompanying Tengu was a soldier.

"Little ruffian, no smoking is allowed here."

"Who made the rules? Ten thousand men? Let him come in front of me and see if he dares to pinch my cigarette?"

"Mr. Yang's seat is fixed."

"Grass."

Li Chong choked the smoke into his throat, resentful, but he still extinguished the smoke.

Wei Wei had gone out with Wan Wanlang a few times, so he had naturally met Li Chong. Wan Wanlang also mentioned him as a junior. Although he was not proficient in Taoism, he was the best at physical skills among the three.

He was afraid that Li Chong would hold grudges, so he changed the subject: "Mr. Qin, old boss Yang..."

Qin Kun interrupted: "Why do you call him the boss? This name is weird..."

Wei Wei smiled wryly: "He asked for it himself. After that, the heads of each generation will be called Bureau Chiefs. Some people said that they want to be independent from the confidential departments and want to be recognized by the upper class. Who knows..."

"Sorry, please continue..."

"In those days, the old bureau chief personally presided over the construction of three places, one of which was here, and later it was changed into an air-raid shelter, abandoned, and only recently rebuilt and restored. The other is in Yangcheng, and the third is now Yanzhou. The General Bureau of Jingling Detectives. Mr. Yang also set the rules back then, there is a rule called "karma account", today you have helped us a lot, and I will help you apply for a reward."

"Hehe, that's troublesome."

While speaking, before I knew it, the morgue arrived.

It was absolutely different from the morgue Qin Kun had imagined.

The morgue of Linjiang City Funeral Parlor is also different from Qin Kun's unit.

The morgue here, the first impression is that it is big!

The 3-meter-high gate, half a meter thick, covered with green rust, looks like an underground yin gate that has been sealed for a long time.As soon as the door was opened, a basketball court-like morgue came into view.

Nearly half of the corpses are parked in hundreds of morgues. The corpses are covered with white cloth. The air conditioner is not turned on here, and the natural temperature is already below zero.

In addition to the mortuary bed, there were more than a dozen staff members in uniform and a layer of white coats, checking various corpses.

This room can already be described as a warehouse. The top is not a ceiling, but a natural cave stone roof, and there is no lighting equipment. There are a few giant butter candles around, and the light is evenly dispersed by the golden reflective yellow paper. to each bed.

There is a very familiar smell in the air.

Corpse stink.

The smell of corpses below zero is actually not very strong, and it smells very light, but that light smell has a natural disgusting smell.

As soon as she entered the door, the short-haired woman covered her mouth.

She put on a mask to cover her nostrils, but she was still no match for the smell, her stomach convulsed and she retched.

Xiaowei pinched his nose and said with a bitter face: "Mr. Qin...be careful, although the smell is not strong, it is very nauseating. I don't know why...I have been in and out of Lutou several times, and now I can Be stronger..."

Qin Kun found that Li Chong hadn't spoken, turned around and saw that he was already vomiting.

Qin Kun shook his head helplessly.

In the morgue, a Taoist priest wearing straw sandals looked at the door and found that Xiao Wei and Xiao An had come, and they brought two people with them.

"Brother Qin, fellow Daoist Li, I'm so humble."

Lu Daozhang clasped his hands together, his knuckles protruding, and he posed in the shape of a ghost's head, which was the standard etiquette of life and death. Maybe because his teacher was not well-known, he didn't report the incision.

After seeing the ceremony, he found that Qin Kun was wearing a hospital gown and was carrying an infusion stand with a hanging bottle hanging on it. This shape is really rare.

"I don't know if the two of you are here, what are you doing?"

Qin Kun nodded and asked, "Director Lu, is that bald corpse inside?"

The bald Cragg was the only Black Soul Apostle who was not tortured to death by Qin Kun.The awl pierced through the mandible into the brain. Before that, Qin Kun's arms had been tightly grasped by him.

Qin Kun felt that the anti-blood curse was cast at this time.

If what the Golden King said was true, and one of the people killed by him did not die, that person could only be Cragg.

Lu Daochang was taken aback for a moment: "Yes."

Daoist Lu didn't understand why Qin Kun went to such lengths to come here specifically for a dead body.

He took the notebook and brought Qin Kun to a mortuary bed: "Bed No. 026, this is it."

The body was covered with a white cloth with blood flowing out of it. The white cloth was covered with talisman paper, and there were several sharp protrusions, which should have been pierced with needles.

"Qin Kun, I know you have a way, quickly take out something, or you'll have to vomit again."

Li Chong followed behind Qin Kun, feeling even more sick to his stomach.

This mortuary bed was placed in the middle, and the faint smell of corpses gathered together, it was a kind of torture to the stomach and sense of smell.Li Chong knew that this was 'filth', extremely cloudy and dirty, and if it smelled too much, it would naturally cause physical discomfort.

Qin Kun flipped his palm, and several green leaf rolls appeared on it.

"Chew it, don't swallow it."

Li Chong quickly followed suit, the leaves were so bitter that the person who chewed them wanted to die, but after eating it, the disgusting feeling of the corpse smell disappeared immediately, and the spirit was lifted.

"What is this... Shall I have one too?"

The short-haired woman was curious. Seeing that Li Chong no longer retched, she felt so miraculous. This leaf must be something extraordinary.She knew that Chief Vanke was from a Taoist sect, could it be that this is the spiritual leaf of the Taoist sect?

"Okay, take whatever you want." Qin Kun spread his hands.

The short-haired woman picked a leaf and chewed it, her face wrinkled: "It's so bitter..."

It's just that after the hard work, the disgusting nausea disappeared, leaving the short-haired woman on the spot.

"Bitter locust leaves? Brother Qin, are you related to the disciples of Fengdu?"

Lu Daochang was taken aback. This thing was picked from the bitter locust tree, but it needs special processing to prevent 'filth'.I didn't expect Qin Kun to have this thing.

"Well, my unit is the funeral parlor."

After answering Daochang Lu's question, Qin Kun didn't say any more, and lifted Craig's shroud.

Cragg's jaw was pierced, and cerebrospinal fluid and plasma flowed from his nostrils, which were somewhat crystal clear. On his face, chest, and several large acupoints that Qin Kun could not name, they were all pierced with soul-sealing needles.

Qin Kun put down the infusion stand and stood beside him quietly.

Suddenly, a low tiger roar sounded from the morgue: "Did you get up by yourself, or did I wake you up?"

The sound echoed, and several working white coats were startled by the sound.

Lu Daochang and the others were taken aback for a moment, not understanding what Qin Kun was doing.

Li Chong was also taken aback, then smiled mysteriously, and walked casually to the other side, blocking the way there.

Chapter 0395

The morgue was extremely cold, and there seemed to be a wind blowing here, and the white cloth of the nearby mortuary bed was blown and made noises.

Qin Kun's voice echoed in the morgue, and Kroger lay there quietly, still motionless.

However, one of the surrounding tallow candles suddenly went out.

"Who killed it?"

The lights dimmed, and the sudden change caused Lu Daochang to turn his head and question.

Besides them, there were eleven staff members in white coats in the morgue. They all shook their heads when they heard Lu Daochang's question.

"No, I don't know..."

"Interesting...hehe, Qin Kun, there are ghosts here." Li Chong pinched his chin and fluttered his nostrils.He looked at the group of white coats with a smile.

"Impossible, there is absolutely no ghost here." Lu Dao said loudly, "Those corpses were not only suppressed by the Soul Sealing Needle, but also two formations were set up here. If there are ghosts here, Pindao will never believe it!"

Qin Kun raised his head, his sky eyes were open, and the silk threads in the air were crystal clear. There were 32 threads in total, 64 thread ends, hanging in the air, and there were 32 looped webs inside, intertwined into a gossip shape, like a huge spider web.

At the end of each silk thread on the periphery, there is a piece of talisman paper rolled up, if you don't have excellent eyesight, you will never see it.

Qin Kun retracted his gaze and smiled: "Ghost entanglement, nine cows subdue the devil, the two formations are indeed not bad, but what he is talking about is not the ghost, but... the inner ghost."

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Thirty-two thread ends broke suddenly, half of the spider web collapsed, the talisman paper wrapping the thread ends spontaneously ignited without fire, and two more out of nine butter candles.The two large formations were broken in an instant.

The morgue fell into darkness in an instant, and Qin Kuntian caught the expression of every white coat with his eyes, and said, "Li Chong, the third one from the right, that short man!"

When he spoke, Li Chong had already rushed out.

On the mortuary bed, Cragg suddenly opened his eyes, the soul-sealing needle on his body was ejected, sat up, and the short-haired woman's cheeks twitched: "Cheat, scam corpse——!!!"

It’s okay if you don’t scream, this sound is like a signal, centered on Kragg, spreading out a ripple, the corpses on the surrounding mortuary bed, whether it’s an apostle of the Black Soul Cult, or a citizen whose chest was stabbed with blood and a five-pointed star, one after another Sitting up, the sound of countless soul-sealing needles falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

"Fake corpses? They dare too."

Qin Kun's shoulders were intertwined with fire and flames into a long robe, which was draped over his shoulders, and his big hands did not hesitate to pat on Krag's Tianling Cap.

Those sickly eyes were indifferent at this moment: "It hurts life, death is not a pity!!!"

Cragg didn't move his mouth or throat, but there was an extremely miserable cry in his body, as if his soul had been severely injured.The cerebrospinal fluid sprayed out from the nostrils, bloodshot, and the two eyeballs were shaken out of the eye sockets by a huge force, and fell into Xiaowei's arms.

"Ah-oh my god! It's disgusting!!"

Xiao Wei pinched the two eyeballs stuck to his clothes, and quickly flung them off.

At this moment, Xiao Wei, the woman with short hair, and Lu Daochang looked at Qin Kun in disbelief.

Where did this robe come from?

What happened just now?

No one knew, and no one dared to ask.

With a wave of Qin Kun's hand, the ashes were covered with Kragg's soul, and they were put inside.

Then, Qin Kun stretched out a finger to Cragg's forehead, and pushed hard.

Kragg fell straight down without making a sound.

In the morgue, half a hundred corpses sat up, hissing in a low voice, venting their dissatisfaction after death, and roaring bitterly. In the morgue, there was a strong wind for a while, and debris flew around.

"You...do you want to rebel too?" Qin Kun looked at the corpses, his voice not angry but pretentious.

"Hey...uh..."

A powerful aura spread from Qin Kun's direction. The spirit power was not abundant, and the blood was not abundant, but it gave them the feeling that the owner of this voice made people dare not offend or look directly at him.

The howling of ghosts and wolves came to an abrupt end.

They looked at Qin Kun, none of the corpses dared to move, and none of the corpses dared to continue to make a sound. Qin Kun waved his hand, and they struggled on their faces, and they lay back on the bed unwillingly.

The wind dissipated, the howling of wolves disappeared, and Li Chong, like a chicken, came to Qin Kun with a short white coat.

"Qin Kun, is this the person?"

Qin Kun squeezed the chin in the white coat and asked, "Is it fun to be a ghost?"

Gu Jing Wubo's eyes pointed directly at the torture in his heart, and the white coat did not dare to meet Qin Kun's eyes.

"You... what are you talking about, I don't understand!" The white coat retorted in a panic.