When Qin Kun woke up again, he had already arrived in the world of the world.

In the early morning, the morning light was dim, and the outside was white, the snow stopped, Chu Qianxun had a good breakfast, Wang Gan got up a while earlier than him, and was gnawing the fried eggs.

"Junior Sister Qianxun, you have such a good craft!" Wang Gan was so fed that he couldn't help but praise him.

Wang Gan is the youngest among the three, but Fu Zong Tianzi Tang has a very high seniority and is called Junior Sister Chu Qianxun. It is because Chu Qianxun has obtained the true teachings of Chu Lao Immortal, otherwise Chu Qianxun would have to be a lower generation.

"That's right, this girl's cooking skills are much higher than Taoism!"

Chu Qianxun was proud and saw Qin Kun coming out: "Brother Dog, are you awake?"

Dog, your grandma's leg, when did you get the nickname?

Qin Kun glared at Chu Qianxun, and after washing up, he sat on the table to have dinner.

He has forgotten how he came back from Ten Death City, but this time it was better than when he used the "Karma Fire God Gang" before. He can still remember that he killed Luo Luoti.

After breakfast, Wang Gan went to the crew. They were small-cost crews and ghost films. Wang Gan was a supporting actor, but looking at the fat guy seemed to be very motivated. Qin Kun only now knew that the Happy 250 motorcycle that Nan Zongdao met was actually this guy.

Chu Qianxun was fine today, sat on the sofa for a video conference, and then looked at Qin Kun: "Are you not going to work today?"

"The body of the funeral home was handled a few days ago. Just go there these afternoons. Unless there is an expedited cremation, it should be fine."

Qin Kun responded while browsing his mind. He found that something finally appeared in his mind's ten dead city exchanges.

‘Blood corpse constitution’

‘Introduction: A kind of constitution of the host of the Ten Dead City is rich in blood and strong in defense. If the ghost is behind him, it is a blood corpse. If the power is an extra bonus for defense, it will be'

‘Exchange price: 12 drops of Yin plasma’

‘Evaluation: Evolutionary system constitution, blood corpse, iron corpse, hair corpse, flying corpse, and without bone transformation, it can temper the yang body into a magical Yin body, which is rare in the world’

‘(Tip: After redemption, physical characteristics are automatically generated, and the host may feel discomfort)’

I'm fucking...

Qin Kun won 6 consecutive victories and accumulated 12 drops of yin plasma, and finally saw the constitution mentioned by the Golden King. He knew that the things selected by the system were suitable for him, but are you sure I was suitable for practicing the blood corpse constitution?

Chu Qianxun saw Qin Kun in a daze and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Qin Kun came to his senses and thought that he should not exchange the blood corpse constitution. At least he left 10 drops of yin plasma. He could save his life if he died in the Ten Death City. Besides, he always felt that it was strange.

"It's nothing. I'll go to the old street of Baihu Town to take a look later. I have to take care of the travel agency."

Chu Qianxun nodded: "Well, I'll go to the Seven Star Palace later. I heard that grandpa and Grandpa Jing are back, and that ghost general should take care of it."

...

The two stayed until 10 o'clock, and Qin Kun took Chu Qianxun's car and came to the old street of Baihu Town.

The old street in snow is still desolate, and basically no one opens the door. Qin Kun secretly scolds himself for being stupid, who will come to the commercial street of such a tourist attraction in heavy snow!

"Niu Meng, peel it, no head, pick up some firewood!"

"Xiaomian, Ah Chou, go to another store to find out if there is an oven, move it here, remember to give it money!"

"Xu Tao... Why are you so invisible? Go find a few plastic cloths or rotten leather to block the gaps in the wooden doors in the backyard!"

Qin Kun released the crying ghost and the old ghost in brocade clothes again.

The crying ghost looked around: "Brother Kun... Are you going to cry?"

"I cry, you guys go and help block the crack in the door, I'm freezing to death..."

The ghost seems to be not very sensitive to the cold. It can be seen that they are wrapped in clothes and they should feel cold, but they are not like Qin Kun who is frozen into a dead dog.

The ghost messengers were busy and divided the work and cooperated under Qin Kun's command. After a while, a fire broke out in the house. The laughing ghost and Ah Chou moved all the chimneys like bamboo tubes from which store. The temperature inside the house rose, and there was no choking smoke. Qin Kun felt like he was alive.

Now Qin Kun has more than 100 merits, and only 2 candles are left in the space. It is about to end the year, and the house will be renovated, at 130 square meters, and the decoration will be about 20,000 yuan. Qin Kun feels that he has to get some money back as soon as possible.

The smiley ghost got a tiger-skinned mat from somewhere and handed it to Qin Kun flatteringly. Qin Kun praised the ghost for being sensible, and then he took out several thousand dollars in pain and asked the smiley ghost to send it to the owner of the mat.

Sitting on the mat and baking on the fire, Qin Kunshan like the king, playing with his mobile phone, boarded the forum called "Bone Hometown".

It hasn't been published for a long time, and the posts in the forum are changing with each passing day. They are inseparable from the titles of gods and ghosts.

[My hometown lives in this village. I am the soul born and raised in this village!]

[My hometown lives next door, and I have a native tomb next door!]

[My hometown lives in the grave next door. I am a person who has been killed for three years after being kidnapped by the next door!]

I don’t know which song has become popular recently. The title of the post is all the [My Hometown] series, highlighting the funny atmosphere. The content is still about talking about gods and ghosts, but it is quite interesting. If it is connected, it is still a series of stories.

Qin Kun logged into the forum number and read a few paragraphs with relish. I don’t know who created a discussion group, but suddenly a chat box popped up.

There is a good wine in the Yuan family: [Director Qin is here! I thought I was dreaming! I am Yuan Xinghan, Director Qin!]

Little Princess Xinxin: [Wow! It’s really Director Qin, I am Yu Mengxin! @口官网, husband! Come out quickly!]

Eunuch Mu: [It’s really Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin, I’m at work. You guys talk first, I’ll handle something. I’ll come out for a meal after a while, so be sure to enjoy your face!]

Wu Dadian: [The surname of Qin! You still have a face to go online. I have been squatting on you for a long time!]

Yizhimei in the Flower World: [Qin Kun! I am Xu Yang! I heard that your first group was very successful. Next time I decided, go with you!]

Qin Kun: "..." Why is this guy here too?

In addition to Xu Yang, the others are obviously members of the first group of Menggui Travel Agency. Qin Kun was surprised that they would also be in this forum.

After Yu Mengxin explained, Qin Kun suddenly realized that it was Qi Hongzhuang who recommended this forum to them. During this period, they were also "fighting" with those who questioned Qin Kun's posts in the forum.

Little Princess Xinxin: [Director Qin, those people speak so badly, and they don’t believe there are ghosts in this world. Why don’t you scare them?]

Qin Kun was ashamed. He was a ghost hunter. Is it a scary job for the master?

Kunlun Demon: [Well, forget it. Today I just want to see how the posts I posted before and whether I can open another ball before the New Year.]

After chatting with a few people for a while, Qin Kun saw the posts posted by the previous [Menggui Travel Agency], and had hundreds of replies, most of which were criticizing Qin Kun's ancestors for several generations. Qin Kun almost broke his mobile phone screen. Fortunately, after a few hundred, Li Zhe, Yu Mengxin and others stood up and started to counter-spray under the leadership of "Meng Menghong's Red Clothes". Qin Kun saw that Wu Senran was the one who sprayed the most. He felt a little relieved.

Although this big guy doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he is still quite kind.

Little Princess Xinxin: [Director Qin, it’s winter now, and everyone will go to Hainan if you want to travel. It costs 30,000 yuan. No one will see you. Don’t think about starting a group. Summer is a good season for catching ghosts.]

Qin Kun thought about it and found that there was some truth. The winter in the south was cold, and it was useless to wear it no matter how thick it was. Linjiang City was not on the coast. In this ghost weather, there was no fool who spent 30,000 yuan to come out to play with it.

But where did I get the decoration fee... I feel sad.

There are good wines in the Yuan family: [Director Qin, are you in Baihu Town?]

Qin Kun replied: [Well, Baihu Old Street, where is the travel agency here.]

There is a good wine in the Yuan family: [I am quite close to you. Now I will go to you and just tell you something.]

【good.】

...

After a while, a jeep drove over. Although Yuan Xinghan still had half-length hair and had no care of his beard, he obviously had a little more spirit than when he saw him last time.

Looking at his expensive leather jacket, Qin Kun handed a cigarette: "Yes, are you getting rich?"

Yuan Xinghan rubbed his hands, grinned, and squirted a cigarette column: "No, I sold a few paintings and made some money!"

Qin Kun saw Yuan Xinghan's arrogant look and looked at his low-key and luxurious outfit. It was estimated that this small amount of money would be at least 7 digits. He is worthy of being an art-making machine. This is...

Yuan Xinghan felt that thanks to Qin Kun, he painted the buildings and monsters built by the Soviet Union in the 1980s, with a bizarre layout. Critics said that these paintings reflect some of the ugly realities of today's society, belonging to the avant-garde artistic style, and were well received.

Qin Kun looked at several paintings on Yuan Xinghan's mobile phone and thought it was really good, but he couldn't appreciate such art works. He didn't say much, after all, it's better to hide his weakness than to show off his ugly face.

Yuan Xinghan proudly displayed his work and took back his phone. Seeing that the room was still decorated with the dim oil lamp and lit firewood, Qin Kun sat on a tiger skin, revealing a bit of mystery under the light and shadow, and praised in his heart: It is worthy of being Director Qin, this is simply a walking art work.

Yuan Xinghan felt in his heart that if Qin Kun wanted to do art, it would probably become a climate in just a few years.

The two chatted for a while, and Qin Kun asked.

"By the way, are you asking me for something?" Qin Kun asked in a low voice, "Are you a ghost?"

Qin Kun is most concerned about now.

Yuan Xinghan smiled bitterly: "Director Qin, are you cursing me... I didn't hit a ghost, but..."

Qin Kun was a little disappointed. Not hitting a ghost means he had no extra money. But after hearing Yuan Xinghan say 'but', Qin Kun's eyes lit up again: "What's it!"

"But a senior from the Calligraphy and Painting Association recently had some problems. You know that my eyes are a little special, and I can see some um... dirty things... That senior is old and likes to collect antiques. This time he received a dressing table from the Ming and Qing dynasties, and his body was not right. I saw that dressing table once, um... weird."

Yuan Xinghan's tone was obviously a little uncertain. After chatting for a while, Qin Kun knew that the senior had helped Yuan Xinghan several times before, and was kind to support him, and belonged to half of the master. So Qin Kun said, "Don't worry, I'll cover it with me."

Yuan Xinghan nodded: "Director Qin, Mr. Jiang does not believe in ghosts and gods, and he is unwilling to invite those Taoists to come. Don't expose your identity at that time. This is 50,000 yuan, which may be a little small. You have to help me. At that time, you will say that you are the youngest professor in the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine..."

Professor? Just me?

Qin Kun was so amused that he said he was a professor at the School of Physical Education. No one believed him?

However, for the sake of 50,000 yuan, Qin Kun put on a masterly demeanor: "Brother, cause and effect are determined by heaven. If your senior is really a traitor, no matter how much money you give, you will not be saved. If it is an accident, I don't care how much money it is."

Qin Kun pointed out the words first. If it really cannot be solved, such as the other party is an evil ghost, it would be useless to give 5000 yuan.

Yuan Xinghan nodded: "Okay! I understand, then when do you have time?"

"Contact by phone tomorrow."

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Chapter completed!