In the cold coffin village, the sun is in the middle.

At Old Man Kang's house, Qin Kun was woken up by the sunlight outside the window and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

When he woke up again, it was noon the next day. Qin Kun was dizzy and his muscles were sore.

There was a black goose beside Qin Kun. Seeing that he woke up, the black goose walked out swaggeringly and screamed.

After a while, Old Man Kang walked in and looked at Qin Kun with complicated eyes.

"woke up?"

Qin Kun nodded and asked again: "Where are them?"

"I woke up long ago."

"How did I come back?"

"They carried you back."

"Uncle Kang, what do you want to say?" Qin Kun looked at Old Man Kang hesitating and asked.

Old Man Kang moved his mouth and finally sighed, "Mother Han Shi, I'll give it to Old Man Zhu of Temple."

"Yeah, OK."

In the yard, when Qin Kun walked out, several people surrounded Tu Xuanxuan and looked at the dv in her hand.

That is the picture of the Cold Coffin Ghost Town. Except for the ghosts inside, the other stone carvings are all on it.

When they saw Qin Kun coming, several people greeted him: "Director Qin."

Now, Wu Senran, Hoqi, Tu Xuanxuan, the expressions of looking at Qin Kun are very different.

It seems that the secrets of this young man are unthinkable to be understood by common sense.

Qin Kun was not very convinced of these complex and curious expressions, curious and confused. Damn, yesterday he fell into the well, and these people didn't throw a rope to save them. He tied a knot in his clothes and could climb a few meters away.

"Where is Xu Yang?"

"I'm in the room. When I came back last night, I found that I couldn't get hard. I said I was possessed by evil spirits and was nourishing my vitality."

Keep a shit!

Qin Kun was really speechless. Can this guy worry about anything else except this?

"By the way, why are you so heavy?" Wu Senran asked back after saying that, and he complained.

Yesterday, after Qin Kun crawled out of the well, the ghosts around him disappeared instantly. They still had so many stone carvings in the valley, but there were no more ghosts coming and going.

Qin Kun was in a coma, Xu Yang was in a coma, and the team had no leader. Fortunately, there was a black goose leading the way. Yuan Xinghan carried Xu Yang on his back, and Wu Senran carried Qin Kun on his back, but he couldn't carry it! In the end, Wu Senran, Hoqi and Tu Xuanxuan carried Qin Kun back.

Qin Kun couldn't remember when he heard Wu Senran complain about what happened last night, but his standard weight of 140 pounds is not heavy, right?

"Director Qin, is this yours?" Hoqi suddenly remembered something next to him, took out something and handed it to Qin Kun.

This is an awl, a magic weapon to chisel the life cone!

Maybe when he came out of the Cold Coffin Ghost City, he received the reward, but Qin Kun fainted without having time to earn the elastic space.

Magic tool...

Qin Kun sighed a little. He almost let these people die in the ghost city last night because of this magic weapon... If it was left in the ghost city, Qin Kun would probably have the heart to cry to death.

"It's mine, thank you~"

At the doorstep of Old Man Kang's house, the old temple Zhu came to visit.

No greetings, no thanks.

After Lao Miaozhu saw the magic weapon in Qin Kun's hand, he looked at Old Man Kang.

"Old Kang...is really..."

"Yes, the life-capping cone."

Qin Kun was shocked and found that the two of them knew what they were in their hands, especially Old Man Kang, whose eyes were extremely complicated. He just looked at him and wanted to say something. Could it be that he wanted to mention this?

But... why did they know the life-saving cone?

Seeing that the two old men and Qin Kun had something to say, Tu Xuanxuan and others stepped aside tactfully.

"What is that iron awl?" Tu Xuanxuan asked Hodge curiously.

Hodge said: "I don't know, I picked it up by the well. Uncle Kang saw it in the morning and seemed shocked."

Wu Senran whispered: "It's probably not a good thing, it's life-threatening! Isn't this a murder weapon?"

How good is my experience last night better than before at the Xishan Experimental Base?

That time, in the accommodation building built by the Soviet Union, Wu Senran saw someone leaving a meal for Qin Kun 30 years ago, which was too impactful to people's worldview. This time, he saw a ghost town with his own eyes. Wu Senran shivered. After staying with Qin Kun for a long time, it was really easy to become a nerve. No one believed this experience if he told him! Sometimes he couldn't tell whether it was reality or dreaming.

He felt that after this trip, he had to go out for a walk and enjoy the flowers and relax his energy... This kind of trip was enough once or twice.

In front of the stone table in the yard, Qin Kun, old man Kang, and old temple Zhu sat together.

Lao Miaozhu looked at the awl on Qin Kun's hand and sighed deeply: "I didn't expect that all this thing came out..."

Old Man Kang lit a cigarette: "Old thing, it's not because of you!"

Lao Miao Zhu smiled bitterly: "There is a destiny in the world, what does it have to do with me? This little brother, are you really not a Taoist priest from Maoshan?"

Qin Kun shook his head, the Southern School and the Northern School regarded Maoshan as his ancestral courtyard, and his own funeral home mortalist relied on Director Wang's side, and he could not go to Maoshan no matter how he calculated it.

"You know this thing?" Qin Kun asked when he saw the two of them.

"Why don't you know..." The two of them spoke in unison and looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Old Man Kang said, "The artifact of the ancestor craftsman is the casket that the coffin master, Ye Liang, was chiseled by the coffin master! It is said that it has been passed down for hundreds of generations. When the old coffin craftsman died, he brought this thing into the coffin craftsman's tomb. According to legend, a Tianshi passed by a village in Maoshan during the Song Dynasty and wanted to replace the casket. He offered a price of fertile land for a hundred acres and a thousand taels of gold and silver, but he did not replace it."

Qin Kun was shocked and said that ghost hunters, especially those seniors in the world, are masters of making magic weapons, and they are the heavenly masters in Maoshan! If he wants to change this magic weapon, it can only prove that this thing is very useful.

Lao Miao Zhu said: "But this thing is unknown. Old coffin makers of all generations have committed suicide by taking this thing. From the nail in the temple, they are terrifying to die. The ancestors said at the beginning that this knives are an evil thing, and everything is not chiseled, which can confuse the mind."

Qin Kun could feel that this life-drilling cone was different from his other magical tools.

The ghost energy above is extremely strong. This thing is not used to deal with ghosts, but to deal with people.

Life-drilling cone

Type: Magic tool

Introduction: Chiseling the soul of life, and the evil is sharp (people have three souls, life soul, ghost soul, and yang soul, this thing only hurts the soul of life)

Comprehensive evaluation: The weapon of the great evil has the power to show off its evil spirit. It is said that it was originally created by the teeth of the Yin Ming Beast

Qin Kun put away his life cone. He hadn't tried the power of this thing yet, but it shouldn't look bad.

"Since this guy is possessed of Taoism, the old man has a request. There is a well in the coffin maker's tomb and there is a female ghost in the well. I wonder if I can help remove it?"

well?

Qin Kun shook his head.

He almost fell there yesterday. After thinking about it, he felt a little incredible. With his physical fitness, even if he climbed out of the well, no matter how hard he was, he would not feel dizzy.

He felt that there must be something strange in that well!

He never wants to go to such a place again.

Laomiao Zhu and Old Man Kang were a little regretful, but there was nothing he could do. Qin Kun obviously came here to travel, and he seemed to have some strength, but he didn't want to care about the affairs of their village.

Laomiao Zhu saw that Qin Kun was determined, so he gave him a pillow made of cold stone and left as promised.

Qin Kun said: "Uncle Kang, if nothing unexpected happens, we will leave tonight. Thank you for your hospitality."

Old Man Kang nodded and pondered for a while, Old Man Kang suddenly said, "In fact, every generation of Han Coffin Village has a rule."

"What?"

"Who can get the life-drilling cone in the coffin maker's tomb? Who is the true legend of this generation of coffin maker? Brother Qin, do you want to learn to kill coffins?"

Damn it!

Qin Kun widened his eyes and said, "Don't mess with me, who can learn that if you have nothing to do?"

"No! Absolutely not learn!"

"Then... you have to hand over the life-caught cone. This is passed down from our village's ancestral..."

"No! Don't think about it, this is what I found..."

"So what?" A green light flashed in Old Man Kang's eyes, and Qin Kun was stunned to find that he had reached a mirage world.

How is this... possible?!

In broad daylight, except for Old Man Kang, the rest around Qin Kun was pitch black.

On the table in front of him, Old Man Kang handed out an extremely ancient scripture with three words "Iron and Silver Hook" written on it - the "Coffin" scroll.
Chapter completed!