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

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The face is very young, jerky, and even a bit cowardly.

"Huangquan Tianfu has nine levels, and the nine mountains and nine rivers are the same... Linjiang, it's not easy."

"Huangquan Tianfu has nine levels, nine mountains and nine rivers are the same as Linjiang, Guo is different."

They were less than 20 years old and dressed like the apprentices hired by the funeral home. The two took off their gloves, kowtowed their palms into the shape of ghost heads, and saluted Qin Kun.

Zhou Yi has two big eyes, looks younger than Guo Budong, grinned and said, "Master Qin? I've heard Master mention you many times..."

Guo Budong nodded vigorously: "I have heard it too. Master said that you are the backer of our funeral home."

Master Qin?

This title is too quack.

Qin Kun smiled helplessly: "Old Wang, is he going to send you to me? Well, in the future, if someone who doesn't have a good eye provokes you, I will support you."

The two are happy, and this promise is enough.

Tu Wa said: "Fengdu disciples are divided into Wumen disciples and Wenmen disciples. Zhou Buyi was personally handed down by curator Wang as Wenmen disciples. Guo Budong followed Uncle Qu's path, that is, Wumen disciples. Curator Wang asked you to guide Guo if you have nothing to do. different."

At that time, Yang Shen passed this trick on to Qu Chengyang, which was also to give Wumen disciples an extra point of self-protection power. Since there is an inheritance, Qin Kun will not cherish his broom, and nodded.

"Okay, looking at Xiao Guo's body is not bad, I'm not a good teacher, but I will, and I won't hide it."

Zhou Yiyi was overjoyed, elbowed his partner, Guo Budong scratched his head and smiled: "Thank you, Master Qin!"

Chapter 0999 life on track, practicing Taoism

From the sixth day to the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Kun stayed in the funeral home.

On the one hand, he gave advice to Xiao Guo, and on the other hand, he practiced two new skills by himself.

The dissecting hand has initially worked. After more than a dozen corpses, Qin Kun has verified that his cultivation method is correct.

Even the two disciples of Fengdu couldn't handle the miserable corpses sent over, so Qin Kun took over all of them.

Cut, stuffed, stitched, massaged, makeup applied, pushed into the morgue.

As long as they don't fall into a mess, Qin Kun is sure to restore them to their original appearance.Those fragmented ones are beyond help.The only bad thing is that those claw-like finger cots are getting duller and duller, and there is no exchange for them in the mall, and they have been polished several times, and the more they are worn, the thinner they are, which consumes a lot of money.

On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the moon is bright.

Curator Wang came behind Qin Kun calmly with a teacup in his hand. Seeing Qin Kun wearing strange fingertips, he was a little puzzled. Then he looked at the corpses, using tiny wounds as filling openings, stuffing them with filling glue. It is difficult to detect the back filling without suturing, which is why Qin Kun admired Qin Kun's craftsmanship.The craft of disposing of corpses, especially in Egypt, the most important thing is to make small incisions.

Xiao Zhou and Xiao Guo noticed Old Wang approaching, stood at attention and bowed, "Master..."

Curator Wang made a silent gesture, watched Qin Kun recover the corpse, and then moved up.

The wound is smooth, and the makeup is even more serene, no different from before life.If you read it right, there is still a trace of yang energy pouring in, eliminating the ferocity on the face of the deceased.

Qin Kun pushed onto the mortuary cabinet and smiled at the curator Wang: "Old Wang, isn't it too strange that your son doesn't even bark when he gets married?"

A group of people walked out of the sewing room, Qin Kun took off his gloves and washed his hands.

Curator Wang snorted coldly, and took a sip of tea: "I don't want to see any of those people from the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect, let alone others from the Dao of Life and Death. Xiao Qin, I wanted to call you, but at that time I heard that When you went to Sanfen Mountain, you gave up the idea."

Qin Kun took out the red envelope that he had prepared long ago, and curator Wang accepted it politely.

In the disinfection room, just next to the suture room, a few people sat at the altar, chatting over food and wine.

Lao Wang is old, at least he has no fighting spirit, Qin Kun can tell that, while thanking Qin Kun for taking the time to teach Xiao Guo, he also asked Xiao Guo and Xiao Zhou to build a good relationship with Qin Kun, and his desire to retire is very obvious.

After dismissing Xiao Zhou and Xiao Guo, Old Wang asked in a low voice, "What do you think of my two successors?"

After drinking the rice wine, Qin Kun said to Lao Wang with the vegetables, "You're a little younger."

"It's not too young, Lao Qu and I were only 16 when Master led us in."

"The age is different." Qin Kun said contemptuously, "Xiao Zhou and Xiao Guo, one is 18 and the other is 19. They are in their youth, and they are too old to get this unit."

The old Wang pursed his lips: "Yes, Mao Shandan will get the imperial title, and dare to educate the old leader."

Qin Kun blushed and grinned.

Old Wang drank a glass of wine, smacked his tongue and said, "The two dolls were born in poverty. I brought them to the city. I can only teach them my craft, and I don't know anything else. There's no way, who would be a kid from a rich family?" To learn this kind of craft, but we have to find successors... you can just think of me as changing their lives for them."

After the two of them finished drinking a bottle of wine, Curator Wang walked out unsteadily, humming a little song, which was "Meilong Town" that Uncle Qu often listened to during his lifetime. The Huailong species was not accepted by the empress dowager, and after a lot of hard work, the empress dowager got rid of her prejudices and enjoyed the joke.

I don't know if Lao Wang will be able to untie his knots and abandon his prejudice against the Southern School and the Northern School in his lifetime.

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Years later, life is back on track.

Qin Kun is much busier than usual. When he relaxes, he will take care of the business of the old store in Baihu Town, and most of the time he will help in the funeral parlor.After Xu Facheng and Mo Wuji were promoted to the first class, Mao Shan and Feng Duguan sent invitations to entertain everyone in the Dao of Life and Death. Qin Kun didn't care about it, and asked Chu Qianxun to bring his own gift to congratulate.

Funeral parlors are now more vibrant, at least relatively speaking, because there are more young people.

Xiao Zhou and Xiao Guo are now Han Yao's right-hand men. Han Yao presided over the operation of the funeral home. The two have contributed a lot. Lao Wang's retirement application was officially approved, and he didn't know how to get through the relationship. It really helped Han Yao The position of head of the funeral home.

Qin Kun helped Xiao Guo while instructing him. After the dissecting hand reached a high level of proficiency, the five finger cots were finally worn out and scrapped. However, the eighth prison among the nine prisons was opened.

'Ding!Congratulations to the host, opening the eighth prison—the dissection hell'

Among the nine prisons, Qin Kun was the last one.

There are five levels of kung fu: a first glance at the path, a small achievement, a comprehensive understanding, a proficiency, and a peak.

The cultivation of explosive energy is still at the level of "small achievements", and the progress is slow. I don't know if I can open the ninth prison with explosive energy, and I don't know when explosive energy will reach "proficiency".

In March, spring has begun.

In Yanjiang Park in the morning, the elders met for morning exercises.

The uncle's whip crackled and slapped the spinning top in the open space, and Qin Kun's hands also crackled, hidden in the noisy sound, no one heard it.

On the riverside, at Guanlan Mansion, Tu Yong, the first son of Linjiang, saw Qin Kun coming to do morning exercises again, so he went up to say hello.

For a person like Tu Yong, the higher his status, the more regular his life actually is. The son of an aristocratic family who has emerged from the chaotic life is now a good father and husband.

The daughter was five years old, wearing a hoodie and a towel, running behind her father. When she saw Qin Kun, she smiled sweetly: "Good morning, Uncle Qin!"

"Good morning, Rong Rong!"

Qin Kun responded with a smile, saying goodbye to their father and daughter by the way.

On a park bench, Qin Kun sat down and moved his fingers. Whenever Yang Qi or Yin Qi separates from his palm, the scorching and cold air with a huge temperature difference is still unbearable, but he has gradually gotten used to it.Qin Kun once tested that the temperature of the palm would suddenly increase to [-] at that moment, but it would not burn the skin. Qin Kun didn't know what kind of sorcery it was.

"Qin Kun, aren't you busy these days?"

After running, Tu Yong sat on a chair and handed Qin Kun a bottle of water.

"Not very busy. How about you? I heard from Tu Wa that you have recruited a few more bodyguards in Europe?"

Tu Yong smiled wryly. The scene of the black umbrella mercenary he recruited last time was killed by Qin Kun was vivid in his memory. Now he doesn't know the deep hatred between Chinese Taoist priests and European mercenaries, but he dare not recruit again.

"It's from the Siberian Ice Wolf Battalion this time, so I didn't offend your taboo..." Tu Yong paused, "It's precious, if you want to break the taboo, please tell me early, I'll return the product first..."

Qin Kun smiled: "We are all good citizens, why are you describing him as heinous. On the international road of life and death, some people can evade the laws of various countries by relying on their skills and commit crimes. We are not specialized bodyguard killers for such people."

Tu Yong curled his lips, who knows if the bodyguard I recruited is that kind of person, or you have the final say.

"The black umbrella mercenaries didn't trouble you, did they?" Qin Kun asked after chatting for a while.

I remember one time, people from the Black Soul Cult kidnapped Tu Yong's wife and children in order to find him.

"Never again. In fact, some of my business partners will go there to hire bodyguards, because the reputation is really good. But in recent months, I heard that the black parachute mercenaries have disappeared, and there is no trace of them through formal or underground channels."

Tu Yong said casually.

Ok?

Qin Kun narrowed his eyes.

Don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Chapter 1000 Demon Hunting Order

The world is big and there are many troubles.

Yin and Yang need to be balanced. When you regard the evil mourning as an armed force, you can realize the importance of ghost hunters.

Huaxia is too big, and Qin Kun alone can't take care of it. Only now does Qin Kun realize how wise Yang Shen's decision to establish the Spirit Detective Bureau was.

During this period of time, I had contact with the people from the Spirit Detective Headquarters a few times.

Feng Qiang's plane arrived in Nanshan Province in mid-February. Feng Yanwang limped, walked unsightly, and had rotten teeth, which seemed to have been knocked out by torture, but this did not prevent his aura from killing ordinary Yang people in a flash. .

At Zhou Yu Fresh Restaurant, Feng Qiang invited Qin Kun to dinner at Qin Kun's favorite restaurant, and Qin Kun knew that this guy had something to ask for.

"Qin Kun, you are paid so much salary a month, do you have to perform your duties?"

Feng Qiang has a big appetite and has no patience for fish. The pangasius with few spines is very appetizing. He almost ate three fish by himself, and Qin Kun ordered a few more.

"Old Feng, let's be reasonable. When did the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation have an accident and I didn't help?"

"Fuck! It's too late to help after the accident, do you know what is subjective initiative?" Feng Qiang soaked dry biscuits in it, dipped it in the soup, fed it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "I don't know what you have been doing for 30 years. Why don't you grow up..."

30 years ago was the timeline for Feng Qiang, Qin Kun couldn't explain it to him, and said with a blank look: "I can't stare at those little devils every day, can I?"

The two clinked glasses, and Feng Qiang said: "Actually, I'm here this time, and I don't intend to let you meddle in the little devil's affairs. You're overqualified."

Ok?

Qin Kun raised his eyebrows: "Then what do you mean?"

Feng Qiang opened his mouth and said, "The Headquarters of Spiritual Investigation has a special operations team that specializes in tracking down some strange murderers. There are two types of members in this operation team, one is for hunting, and the other is for chasing and killing."

Feng Qiang pushed over two documents.

It is not at all different from the certificates of formal institutions. There is a dragon drawn on the cover, and it is very unimposing.

"The General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation was established during the period of the Republic of China, and the logo has never been changed. Laugh if you want, it's none of my business anyway." Feng Qiang took a sip of his wine and curled his lips.

"Damn...hahahahaha, with such frightened eyes, is this a dragon? Who drew it?"

"I heard from my old man that it was painted by Ge Zhan's senior brother and Jing Sansheng's master."

Qin Kun had never inquired about Uncle Ge's brother, and it was said that he was also one of the first to follow Yang Shen, but he went crazy later.

Forget it, the style of painting in the period of the Republic of China was barely acceptable, so Qin Kun picked up the ID card representing the identity of the murderer and opened it to have a look.

'Witch Hunt'

Qin Kun put away his smile, and was surprised to see English in it.

Feng Qiang said: "The Hunting Order was first promulgated by the Holy See and promoted by the European Ghost Council. It is a universally recognized hunting order that can exercise power across regions and will not be obstructed by the local area. The council approached Yang Shen, and Yang Shen agreed to the proposal. As long as the opponent is a villain who knows magic, and has used magic to harm civilians, and evades the legal sanctions of various countries, the certificate holder can kill him. No need to take any responsibility."

Qin Kun understood that this was a world-class killing order for Bai Dao.Affiliated with Extra-Staff Justice Organizations.

Feng Qiang said that there are currently only ten Huaxia certificate holders, Ge Longtou, Huapixian, Shengseng, Lao Taisui, Maoshan Sanxuanjian, Snow Mountain God Master Pingcuo Zanpu, Grassland Great Witch Zhu Bilegong, and Western Region Celestial Master Hari Xiti .

Qin Kun narrowed his eyes, and the three people mentioned by Ghost King Longhuai were all seniors who went to hell with Yang Shen.

"Yang Shen made a rule that only ten demon hunting orders can be issued at most. Some time ago, the great witch Zhu Bilegon passed away, so I thought about it and prepared to give this to you."

The Demon Hunting Order already represented some kind of top-down power, and those who obtained this power had to be able to distinguish right from wrong, and not be affected by any subjective emotions.

It is power and responsibility.

Look at these bearers, they are all the elders of the Tao of life and death, and they cherish their reputations like feathers. It can be said that only those with high morals and prestige will have this thing.

Qin Kun didn't despise this certificate because it was ordinary, but his expression became more serious: "It's too heavy."

"It's good to know." Feng Qiang rubbed his full stomach, "Those old guys don't know how to use computers, and they have to write letters every time they convey a message. I'm so busy that I still write to them. If you have If you are interested in missions, there are targets on the Intranet of the Spirit Detective Headquarters, the account number is the police number, and the password is 13 1s."

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In the evening, Feng Qiang left, saying that next time he must bring his son to let Qin Kun teach him some tricks.

Qin Kun returned from the restaurant with a 'monster hunting order' in his arms, and he couldn't tell what mood he was in.

Back home, Qin Kun stretched his waist, and suddenly felt that the room was foggy, not a visual fog, but a "spiritual sense" feeling that something or someone had been there.

Du Qinghan?

Qin Kun sniffed the air, but there was no smell of Du Qinghan. He yelled a few times, but there was no response. Suddenly, he saw a red dragon fish floating on its belly in the water tank.

"My day... my fish drowned?"

Qin Kun picked up a fish, which was given by the monk Shui when he moved. Looking at the dead fish, his belly was round, as if he had been strangled to death...