Qin Kun and his group had a big meal in the hotel near the school in the afternoon.

Qin Xue drooled and tried her best to encourage her brother to come here because there was the pineapple flying cake she wanted the most.

The pineapple flying cake originated from the Indian flying cake. The chef rolled the dough into a thin slice, and turned it on his hands with a performance-based technique like playing with a handkerchief.

This is the first time Qin Kun has seen him and I think it's quite amazing.

The flying cakes are very crispy and the food is very fragrant. Yuan Xinghan called several friends from the Art Academy, obviously he wanted to take care of Prince Mi and Qin Xue.

The few who came here were school leaders of similar ages, with low positions, but they were all young backbones. Seeing that Prince Mi and Qin Xue were familiar with Yuan Xinghan, they naturally treated them like their little brothers and sisters.

Halfway through eating, Qin Kun felt something was wrong in his mouth. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the chef who made flying cakes sneakingly to the kitchen, so he left on the excuse of going to the bathroom.

"Xinghan, who is this brother? I remember you were devoted to painting, but you didn't care much about human relationships."

A college director in his 30s drank and asked.

Yuan Xinghan was not good at socializing at the dinner table, so he said, "Well, a very powerful person. I have something to ask for."

"And there is something you Xinghan wants from others? Haha, you surprised me."

When the director saw Yuan Xinghan hesitating, he couldn't understand Qin Kun's identity.

...

In the hotel kitchen, at the door of the utility room, Qin Kun held a toothpick and leaned against the door frame.

A waitress was lying inside, her legs were raised high, and the fat chef took off her pants to her knees and pressed them between the waitress's legs, working hard to exercise.

This utility room is just one of the kitchens in the hotel. The door is open, but people coming and going outside will only see food and debris piled up inside, and there is no trace of people.

Mirage Realm!

"Aqin, I miss you so much!"

The fat chef's voice was almost roaring, and the waitress also made a comfortable sound that she felt so hard that she could not help but growl outside the sky.

In a short while, the battle came to an end, and the two were sweating profusely.

Suddenly, the waitress patted the fat chef on the shoulder and pointed at the door in horror.

The two saw that there was a person standing at the door, looking at them with interest.

"Who are you?!!"

The fat chef was sweating in cold sweat on his forehead and asked loudly.

Bang-

Qin Kun slapped him in the face.

The fat chef covered his face in surprise and trembled: "You actually... can you hit me?"

Qin Kun had a dark face: "You made the flying cakes on Table 8?"

"Ah?" The fat chef stammered, and Qin Kun slapped again with his backhand.

"What! Just be a ghost and be your ghost! Next time you make pineapple flying cake and knead the yellow paper into the dough, I'm XX, you eighteenth generation XX!"

Qin Kun spitted, and a piece of yellow paper was pasted onto the fat chef's forehead with saliva, which was extremely disgusting.

Qin Kun's face was dark: Mom, why did I encounter such a thing? Such a small probability event can hit me on the head. You guys are fucking me!

When I just ate the flying cake, Qin Kun felt something was wrong. When he reacted, he knew that he had eaten the "delicious" that was not the ingredients - a piece of yellow paper that had not been burnt when paying homage to the dead, which led to the subsequent scene.

In Qin Kun's hand, the urn appeared. The breath on the urn made the male chef and the waitress frightened. This breath made people feel extremely palpitations, like a huge vortex, and the soul close to it was about to be sucked in.

The fat chef immediately knelt down, not daring to wipe off the saliva from his forehead, hugged the waitress and cried loudly: "Master! Please let us go. We used to work in XX Hotel, but once we were burned to death. After death, I found that we were still floating in the world and could not go down to the underworld. I saw that Aqin was so hungry that she had no choice, so she came out to find another job... We didn't harm anyone... I have heard the rules of the underworld. I only come to work in this hotel at night. During the day, I am very obedient and will not go out randomly..."

The fat chef and the waitress were crying pitifully.

Qin Kun could see that the waitress was a wild ghost and could not condense her body in the living room. She could only hide in this dark place in the utility room. The fat chef was more powerful and was a high-level ghost. She could condense her body and even find a job in the living room!

"Nonsense, if you harm people, I'll kill you long ago!" Qin Kun planned to take two ghosts, and finally thought about it and took back the urn. "When making flying cakes in the future, don't blame me for beating you!"

The two ghosts did not have any stench. They were ghosts who were self-reliant after death. This was the first time Qin Kun saw them. I don’t know how they survived.

"Thank you, Master! We will never forget the great kindness of the master!" The fat chef kowtowed quickly, and the female ghost waiter kowtowed with him, not daring to speak.

Qin Kun glanced at the two ghosts on the ground, snorted coldly, and patted his butt and left.

This is the first time Qin Kun has seen a ghost who can be a chef in a hotel in the world today. This is simply ridiculous!

Qin Kun returned to the dining table, and the group ate and chatted for a while before the dinner was over.

...

In the evening, Prince Mi and Qin Xue were sent back to school, and Qin Kun and Yuan Xinghan were resting in the car.

"Director Qin, do you think something will happen to the teacher tonight?"

Yuan Xinghan lit a cigarette, with a melancholy expression. He seemed to be looking forward to being needed by Jiang Lan, but he was a little worried that the teacher would have an accident.

The car parked in the middle of the Biyuan area and the demolition area, and you can arrive immediately if you have any questions.

Qin Kun leaned on the passenger seat and said, "About 100. Brother Yuan, you are in your 30s. What are you worried about in this little thing? Didn't your teacher go to the hospital for a check-up and is in good health. So after I took the female ghost on the dressing table tonight, your teacher promised to start living a life tomorrow."

Qin Kun grinned: "When the little lover Lanlan is happy, you, an older young man, will be released after savings of more than 30 years."

Yuan Xinghan was so amused that he was a maverick and read a lot of dirty jokes, but he was so arrogant than Qin Kun’s spoken, and he really couldn’t compare with him. Are hooligans so educated now?

At 9 o'clock in the evening, before Qin Kun said that, Yuan Xinghan was dozing in the driver's seat when the phone rang.

"Brother Yuan! Something happened to my father, where are you?"

It's Jiang Lan!

...

In the Jiang family's house, the old lady looked at her husband in surprise: "Old man, what's wrong with you!"

Jiang Boxiu covered his chest and couldn't speak.

Just now, Jiang Lan screamed in the room on the west side of the backyard. Zhang Ke refused to let him break in. Jiang Boxiu in the study got up and wanted to break into the west room.

But as soon as he got up, a huge feeling of dizziness swept over, as if something was being pulled out of his body. Jiang Boxiu fell on the bed and had difficulty breathing.

"Lanlan! Xiao Zhang! Where are you?"

The old lady was panicked, and suddenly, a man's figure ran out of the west room in a panic.

Zhang Ke's two sleeves were scratched, and the bloodstains on his body were shocking. He had no previous calmness and elegance: "Auntie, there is a ghost in this room!!!"

The old lady shivered and shouted, "What nonsense!"

"Auntie, what I said is true!" Zhang Ke's emotions were out of control.

"Xiao Zhang, go and see your uncle!"

Zhang Ke felt a chill. The reason why he could run out of this room was that he saw that ghost arrest Uncle Jiang in!

Zhang Ke opened Jiang Boxiu's eyelids: "Auntie, he may be helpless! This is sudden death, it's no help! I have to leave quickly!"

"Zhang Ke! How can you leave?" The old lady was shocked, "You are a private doctor who specially invited!"

Zhang Ke suddenly turned sharply. "I want to leave immediately!"

The old lady was pushed to the ground.

flutter--

Another shadow was pushed out in the west room. Jiang Lan was now naked and wearing a bellyband for some reason. Her face turned pale and almost completely bloody. Her arms were banged and blood was oozed.

"Lanlan!"

The old lady hurriedly helped Jiang Lan up, took off her cotton coat and put it on her, "What the hell is going on?"

Everything that happened now has transcended the cognitive scope of the old lady.

Jiang Lan's eyes were red, and she didn't care about talking too much, so she picked up the portable phone in the study and dialed out a number: "Mom, where is the talisman paper that Qin Kun gave before leaving?"

"I, I've thrown it into the trash can!"

Jiang Lan held the phone and ran to the trash can regardless of the cold exposed all over her body.

(To be continued)

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Chapter completed!