"who I am!!!"

This sound could only be considered a powerless accusation. When the soul was about to collapse, Qin Kun’s biggest question was this. This problem was so uncomfortable that he felt like he was almost crazy!

Who am I, why exists, and what can I change?

Qin Kun found that he could not answer any of the philosophical questions.

The night market stalls away from the community and passes through a dark path.

There were no lights on the road, and Qin Kun felt so frustrated that he was about to explode. He turned his head and looked at the wall of a villa area.

"Come out, don't mess with me!" Even though he was mentally unstable, Qin Kun still kept his mind awake.

Just in a moment, the Sky Eye Technique captured the fluctuations on the wall, and the "breaking the barrier" could be seen, and there were two people hidden here!

On the wall, a young foreign man appeared, a clean and white T-shirt and simple jeans, even in the dark, looked like they were sunny.

Next to the young man, there was a blond girl sitting. The girl's hair was shaved off and she shaved a "cross" shape. She looked as sexy as an elf, but not without being dignified.

This foreign man and woman sat on the wall, like a couple.

They looked at Qin Kun and spit out Mandarin with a straight-talk.

"We did not come for the fight, dear Eastern Exorcist. We have seen Abraham Van Helsing in the Demon City."

The sunny foreign guy stretched out his hand, with a friendly attitude and a smile.

In contrast, Qin Kun, who has always shown his health and wildness, is like a crazy wild dog, and is in poor spirits.

Seeing that Qin Kun did not respond, the foreign guy said, "Everyone has been lost in his past and future, so don't question his existence. After all, the emotion of hesitation is the most useless, it will only breed degeneration."

The foreign guy suddenly discovered something behind him peeking at him. He turned around and saw nothing.

Qin Kun withdrew his eyes and reached out to hold it with him: "The tattoo of the hexagram on your back is very beautiful."

The foreign guy had an unexpected expression: "Your Taoist art is magical, an Eastern exorcist. In addition, the jar tattoo on the palm of your hand is also very beautiful."

Two pairs of hands, tightly held together.

...

In the evening, a standard room in a hotel in Linjiang City.

Blonde Delisa is wearing sexy clothes and lying on the head of the bed.

"Fan, did you come here specifically to meet the Eastern Exorcist?"

Morisa lay on the bed like a cat, her arms supporting her head, and one hand was on Van Helsing's back.

The foreign guy was doing the same plank-supporting movement on the bed. The difference was that his legs were half hanging in the air.

"Yes, after he took the Demon City to fight a night of war that time, I always felt that he was the same person as us."

"And with us?"

Morisa was a little surprised: "Will you read it wrong? God's apostle will not have repetitions at the same time."

Molisa felt that the foreign guy’s evaluation of Qin Kun was really a bit high.

No one knows their true identities, even the people of the Ghost Council and the Holy See.

"The dominant mental power burst out instantly, which was terrifyingly rich. His blood and energy coexisted with the spiritual power perfectly. If such a person is not the same as us, then... his talent is too terrible."

Morisa nodded. Indeed, she had never experienced such a real fantasy, and she had been overnight!!!

In the Demon City, in order to pursue the blood beast Kaman, he encountered the Ghost King! I thought that the Taoist priest who was in charge of thunder and lightning was already terrible enough. He could compete with the Ghost King, but two of them!

As a result, this young man took everyone to his own mirage world without saying a word!

"It is indeed a dominant mental power, but why did you spend a lot of effort to find him?"

The foreign guy said: "Du Xiu told me some time ago that something happened in Great Britain again. The ghost gate was open and the ghost council was overwhelmed. I wanted to find some partners to go to the ghost gate."

"Will he agree? He has no obligation to care about our hometown."

"I don't know, I have to try it."

The two chatted together, and the foreign guy suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Morissa, your bed is over there! I'm already very kind when you climb onto my bed, and now you ride on me?"

He found that when did Morissa ride on her back, a dignified saint, is this appropriate?

Morisa's face turned red.

"Fan, tonight is so boring, don't we do something interesting?"

After Molisa finished speaking, she found herself clamped by her legs, and her whole body was a little hot, but Van Helsing clamped her on both legs and actually clamped her back to her bed.

Morisa threw the pillow in anger and turned around.

...

At noon the next day, Qin Kun got up.

I used to have a headache when I was hangover, but now I feel refreshed. After taking a shower, I rode my bike to the funeral home.

Linjiang City Funeral Home, the cremation building was busy at noon, and Qin Kun was in the ice coffin hall, dealing with one corpse at the other.

No matter what the cause of death was, Qin Kun was doing his best to make them go peacefully.

At some point, at the entrance of the Ice Coffin Hall, Director Wang and Han Yao came over.

"Tuwa, why did Qin Kun get excited?"

How long has it been? Director Wang has never seen Qin Kun work so seriously. This is too exaggerated. From noon to 5 pm, he has no rest at all. Qin Kun has finished all the bodies that have not held a memorial service these days.

Han Yao was also surprised. He looked at Qin Kun's technique and was dazzled. When Qin Kun brought him into the industry, he learned it all in less than two months. In terms of this craft, he was not much different from Qin Kun.

But when I see you today, it seems that it is more than a little bit worse!

"Director Wang... Do you have any unique skills to keep? Why has Brother Kun's makeup become so good?"

Han Yao also saw many corpses, some of which were especially sick and died of sudden death, with stiff muscles, and had a kind of hideous nature. However, the corpses Qin Kun handled seemed to be freed from each of the dead.

Sometimes the embalmer also needs to massage the muscles of the deceased to keep it loose, but no matter how loose it is, the death of the disease cannot be changed...

After the last corpse was processed, Qin Kun took off his gloves and lit three incense sticks.

"Xiao Qin, what kind of unhealthy trend is there today? You have awakened? According to your performance, the performance bonus this month will be more than 10,000!"

Qin Kun smiled slightly: "I'm unfamiliar with my hands practice."

Unfamiliar?

I haven't been at work for only a few days, and Director Wang is still preparing to criticize Qin Kun for skipping work. Now he finds that Qin Kun is so motivated, and he seems to have no reason to criticize him.

If you know your mistakes and can correct them, you are still a good comrade!

"Old Wang, Tuwa, I'll leave first after get off work."

After saying goodbye to Qin Kun, Han Yao hurriedly opened the morgue and checked the corpse inside.

Director Wang walked over and patted Han Yao on the shoulder.

"Stop looking, this is not a massage technique or makeup technique. He brushes away the foul air of a person, and his expression is naturally peaceful."
Chapter completed!