The male ghost has a heavy yin energy, not just the evil ghost written in the information. Qin Kun is sure that this is a ghost general. When the observer evaluates, he may have neglected the ghost energy he did not emit.

Next to the fire, one, two, and three. Everyone walked with their hands, singing and dancing, their eyes were dull.

Today, there are no children, and the adults are dancing, and the sadness is already suffocating. Everyone cries and howls, shouting the name of their first love, and tears flowing. Those who have no first love bark and then look up and learn from the wolf.

Qin Kun sipped a sip of wine. The infestation of this ghost technique was indeed not low.

"Brother Kun..."

She rubbed her hands awkwardly and stood beside Qin Kun, "This guy's ghost technique is a bit weird. We haven't stopped him these days..."

"It's okay, eat something first and talk about it when he finishes."

The skinned ghost brought a plate of peanuts and started eating it. The headless ghost brought a slice of roast goose and poured it into his chest.

"What's going on these days?" Qin Kun asked when he saw the second ghost cushion.

The peanuts were crispy, peeled and drank a glass of wine, and burped, "We have been with him for three days, and he ran away all of them. This guy has good physical skills and is especially good at hiding his breath. If I hadn't been through ghost skills, I wouldn't have found it."

"How good is the body movement?"

"How to say... I know escape skills and can get into wood."

Qin Kun nodded, remembering that the wedding dress ghost mentioned before that the Dragon Lotus Ghost King would do this trick. But the Dragon Lotus Ghost King is a spirit of wood charm, and he is a man of Yang. How could he be? Could it be that he died in the wood punishment?

During the first dance in the field, everyone started drinking.

Those who know, those who don’t know, those who can drink, those who can’t drink, are all raising their glasses to drink. The wine is mixed with tears of longing, and the bitterness flows into the intestines. After that, they start to drink crazy.

The person who turned over the table, hit people, shouted names, and kissed friends hard. When the scene was about to get out of control, the song appeared again.

“…”

"It was a clear day, I walked from the bottom of the Daqing Mountain"

"Mengge Meng is calling us, and flowers bloom with the battle flag"

"Borjijin's warrior is going to fight all over the world today"

"What will be like in the future? Maybe there will be only bones left."

“…”

"It was a clear day, and there were only bones left on the earth."

"Borjijin's Khan, I don't regret fighting all over the world"

"The warriors brought by Mengge, the blood stained the bedding red."

"Their flowers will bloom on the grassland."

In 1259, Genghis Khan, the grandson of Tolei's eldest son, Mengge Dakhan, died in Shukou at the age of fifty.

A group of drunkards, perhaps even Meng Ge, didn't know who they were. They began to cry for Meng Ge, crying, snatching the sky and the earth, beat their chests and stamping their feet. The tourists who were infected by emotions poured three glasses of wine in a row, saying that they wanted to pay tribute to Meng Ge.

"Boss, have a drink!!!"

Several guys with unfocused eyes and unclear consciousness yelled at the villa, and the boss's voice was even louder: "Get out! If you have the ability to let that old Yuan Meng come down, I have Master Dao to take charge today, and I have to destroy him!"

The villa was strictly guarded and the boss was very tough and refused sternly.

Several tourists frantically threw wine bottles into the villa.

Drink the wine, fill it up again, and then you will be gone, leaving only Qin Kun.

Two bottles of wine squatted on the table, and a confused wine cockerel staggered over: "Give me the wine!"

He stood up with skin and Qin Kun stopped him, raised his two fingers and pointed at the other party's eyebrows.

The yang energy in the fingertips poured into the brain, and the drunkard's confused emotions were soothed by a warm yang energy. What else should I say? The comfortable feeling spreads throughout my body. I sat on the chair and started to snore.

On the messy mountain top, Qin Kun's figure was blurred for a moment. When it became clearer, the magic weapon, the cloud shirt was already worn on his body, and the cloud waves were used, with Qin Kun as the center, causing a circle of ripples.

The cloud waves add explosions, combine Taoist techniques!

The yang energy was stirring and spread out. The yang energy blowing on the face was very comfortable. These people did not react too much, but felt a very warm and comfortable feeling spread to their limbs and bones. They dozed off one after another, found a chair to sit down, and then fell asleep.

Quiet.

Only the moonlight remains on the top of the mountain.

The old ghost Yuan Meng pulled out his waist knife, and Qin Kun brought a cup of tea.

The tea water had a faint spiritual power, and Qin Kun was very close to the old ghost. After waiting for a while, the old ghost saw the two skinless ghosts standing behind Qin Kun, crossing their arms in front of their chests to look at him, and then they confirmed that Qin Kun should be their master.

"…**%￥" said the old ghost.

Qin Kun couldn't understand, so he took out another cup of tea and drank it all by himself.

The old ghost was suspicious and saw that Qin Kun was not like a villain, so he reached out to catch it and drank the tea.

"I'm pretty brave, what's the name?" Qin Kun said.

"Hakura no Yan!"

After saying that, the old ghost Yuan Meng was suddenly stunned. Not only could he understand what the other party was saying, but he could actually speak Chinese?

"What did you give me a drink!"

"It's not poison anyway, sit down."

Qin Kun sat in one seat, and the old ghost Yuanmeng dared not move.

She peeled and held a plate of peanuts and ate them, and walked behind Qin Kun: "I dare to drink tea, what are you afraid of? This is my master, Qin Kun, the Fuyu Mountain Master. If he wants to kill you, you will die long ago."

Earth Master Qin Kun?

The old ghost Yuan Meng had never heard of this title, and sat opposite Qin Kun with a look of suspicion.

With a wave of hand, the table of wine and food became a high-end rice, and each dish was filled with a fragrant stick, so that they could taste a more delicious taste.

"Eat first, have enough wine, peel it, have no head, you can sit there too." Qin Kun ordered.

"Okay, Brother Kun!"

"Thank you, my master!"

A table, four figures, one person and three ghosts, and the dishes are abundant.

When the old ghost Yuan Meng took the first bite, he couldn't stop.

It tastes delicious, not enough to describe the taste of this meal.

When people worship, if the incense is not given in particular, there will always be a smell of incense when worshipped when worshipped. Only when the incense with spiritual power is inserted into the food, will the food in the living room taste after entering the mouth!

Grilled lamb legs, hand-catch lamb, horse milk wine, hada cakes, Mongolian pie, milk vegetables, venison skewers.

The salty and fragrant milk tea made Yuan Meng's old ghost cry in his eyes. The mouth was filled with food. After eating, peeling and headless stopped after eating for a few bites, they left it all for him. After all, this guy looked very pitiful.

"It's just that the taste of the past is better than the taste of the past."

The old ghost is called "Shucang". "Nayan" is a title, similar to Qianhu, so he calls himself "Shucang Nayan". While eating, he said, maybe in the past thousand years, few ghosts could understand his words, and before Qin Kun asked a question, he said it all.

"Master... This mountain is the territory that the Great Khan has sealed me! From there, all the way to this!"

"After Mongke Khan's death, Kublai Khan inherited the throne, and we also had a good death..."

"In the past, there were many people who were sweating here, but unfortunately they all disappeared later..."

"The Chinese ghost who appeared later didn't like me very much, but I had no choice when I came out of Daqingshan back then... I also wanted to accompany my Aruna, but I had no choice..."

The other party was explaining, and was excited. Qin Kun raised his hand to stop it: "The past is over. The Song Dynasty has been destroyed, and the Yuan Meng has also died. There is no need to explain so much. Besides, I don't care about these things."

After a pause, Qin Kun pushed the grilled lamb chops over: "I won't ask where I buried it. When did you advance to the ghost general?"

The old ghost thought for a long time and said roughly.

"Two hundred years ago..."

Qin Kun said: "Did you offer it? Or should you steal someone else's?"

The old ghost said: "It was offered."

"At that time, suddenly one day, an old shaman found me. He said that his ancestor was the Hei Shui Mushi (the ancestor of the Jurchens). Now the Man Meng family asked me if I would like to serve him and stay here. In return, he could worship me."

The old ghost chewed the mutton: "My responsibility is to see if there are any other fierce ghosts attacking me. He worshipped me for 45 years and I reached the ghost general. Later, he was invited to go out of the mountain and never came back, so there was no Yangren here who could understand my words..."

Old Ghost Sword Cang was sighing with his eyes and his face was bitter: "The shaman told me that there must be rules for being a ghost, and he must not hurt people, invade the world, and abuse the ghost technique to do evil. I did everything!"

Qin Kun shook his head in his heart: Indeed, emotions infect others to sing, which is not harmful. But it causes them to drink heavily, isn’t this a guide?

Qin Kun took out the information: "I heard that you hurt a few hikers."

"donkey?"

"The hiker is the one who sleeps on the mountain overnight."

The old ghost sneered, "The man started chatting with a girl with black squares. His words were full of sweetness, but in the middle of the night he got into another woman's tent. I scared him and gave him a warning! Later, he seemed to have broken his leg or something. It was because he had a ghost in his heart and had nothing to do with me."

Come on, such a straight guy is really special.

After the table was finished, Qin Kun waved his sleeves, and the chopsticks and meat residue turned into ashes and left with the wind.

Qin Kun lightly lit the table and looked at Shucang: "You also know that I am a ghost hunter, that is, a person with stable Yin and Yang, and should be the same as the shaman you meet. Now your appearance has indeed affected the world of life. What do you think I should deal with you?"
To be continued...