The so-called "Xu and Hai are at the end of the day, and the night is not the same as Zi." Qin Kun basically never stayed in the funeral home after the Zi hour.

So, he didn't know that this place was so lively at night.

The ice coffin hall, the corpse room, and the cold lights in the corridor are full of ghosts.

As the sound of walking with his shoes was shining, Sasha passed by. There was obviously someone walking around in the corridor of the Ice Coffin Hall, some were cheap and they were still picking the walls.

In the corpse sewing room, the bodies of Mr. Qu's family of five were placed on the corpse sewing table, with a peaceful appearance. In order to make them look a little bit, they wiped their blush, but the blue color that appeared after the corpse was cooled formed a clear contrast with the blush.

Old Xian Chu said that Mr. Qu's body would change abnormally, so Qin Kun did not rush to push him into the morgue.

The cold wind around was infiltrating. Suddenly, the door opened with a whistle, and a few bad faces joined in and peeked in.

Qin Kun sat on a chair and played with his cell phone. The eight winds were still moving. The rest area outside the corpse was filled with incense on the altar. The ghosts took a few sips and left.

After a while, a child walked in with a ball in his arms and found that Qin Kun was actually looking at him. In shock, he said carefully: "Brother, can you play with me?"

Qin Kun glanced at him and said that this was a child who had fallen into pieces. He should have fallen to death. Qin Kun smiled and rubbed his nose: "Okay."

The window was opened, Qin Kun opened his big foot, and the ball was stuffy from a distance. The child was stunned and jumped down from the window crying.

After a while, a sissy with orchid fingers on her fingers came in again and found a man playing with his cell phone in the corpse. He covered his chest and was startled, and then he leaned over with joy.

The sissy shook her palm in front of Qin Kun's eyes, and found that Qin Kun had no response. She leaned beside Qin Kun with an intoxicated look on her face, sucking her yang energy.

Bang!

Qin Kun slapped the sissy on the face with her backhand. The sissy covered her face and looked at Qin Kun incredible.

Bang!

Another slap in the forehand.

"roll!"

The sissy covered her cheeks, full of grievance and resentment, twitched her lips a few times, and stomped her feet away.

Who would have thought that this would happen in the funeral home after Zishi, and I don’t know what Tuwa saw when she often plays games in the office building.

Qin Kun waited for several uninvited guests, but what was the reaction of Mr. Qu’s body in the corpse was that he had nowhere to be seen. The hand of the clock had pointed to 1 o’clock. Qin Kun put down his cell phone and yawned. An old woman with toothless leaned against the edge of the door frame, kneading melon seeds and smiling at Qin Kun. The old woman’s teeth were burnt yellow and her face was blue and purple.

"Young master, can you see me?"

Qin Kun nodded.

The old woman smiled ugly, a little stiff, rolled her eyes gloomyly: "I haven't seen you before, I have a bad face. How many years have I been doing it?"

"It's almost three years."

"Oh, I just sent it here a few days ago."

The old woman had a greedy expression, and Qin Kun sneered in her heart, ready to see what trouble the other party could do.

The old lady is an old man. She has seen other young masters in the funeral home. Compared to this, Qin Kun is too quiet, a bit terrible. Such a person who dares to stay in the funeral home at night is probably not a guy who is easy to mess with.

The old woman grabbed a handful of melon seeds on the altar and left. Qin Kun withdrew his gaze and continued to look at his cell phone.

The ice coffin hall in winter is too cold, and the corpse is next to the mortar cabinet. This is even more so. Qin Kun walked over to look at the corpse of Mr. Qu’s family and found that his grandson, son-in-law, daughter, and wife had already sat up.

"A man dies like a lamp that goes out. Don't fall in love with the world of the world, put down the corpse and reincarnate as soon as possible."

Those people sat up with the corpse. After Qin Kun finished talking, Mr. Qu's wife first came out of the corpse.

This is a wild ghost. Mr. Qu was low-key during his lifetime. Qin Kun had never seen his family member before. His wife found out that he was dead. She sighed for a while and said, "Xiushuang, Aliang, let's take Dandan with you."

Several ghosts with faint colors sat up, their expressions were dull, and they felt a little conscious, but after leaving the corpse, they seemed to be stripped away, their minds were confused, and they might not have thought of anything, and they looked confused.

Except for Mr. Qu's wife, the others were dementia-like.

"My little master, I am Qu Chengyang's wife, please give me a clear idea."

The old lady said it very politely, Qin Kun was stunned, Minglu?

He will collect ghosts and refining Yin candles and burn them to the City God. This is the systematic method of reliance.

Other times, I really don’t know how to deal with these ghost things.

Seeing Qin Kun stunned, the old lady smiled stiffly: "Old Qu said that there is a door in your funeral home, and you can go to the underworld to escape after entering."

"Mom...didn't you say...Dad...that's nonsense?" Lao Qu's daughter stumbled and speechless, and seemed to be still holding her saliva.

The old lady shook her head: "Your dad is capable. Although I don't know, he told me some bizarre stories when he was young."

Qin Kun scratched his cheeks, but he knew that the inheritance of Fengdu Junke was the "Guanzi Volume" in the thirty-six volumes of heavenly books, so he didn't know it anymore.

What the old lady said was that there is a door in the funeral home that leads to the underworld? Wouldn't it go directly to [Hell Road]?

The old lady looked at Qin Kun in a daze and sighed, "Oh, the little master is new. Since you don't know, don't be afraid. The old lady will leave now."

The Ice Coffin Hall is over, and the ghost is almost gone.

It seemed that the Xishan Cemetery next to me regarded this place as a gathering place at night. Qin Kun could understand after thinking about it carefully that the funeral home was full of incense, and it was reasonable for these little kids to steal incense to satisfy their cravings at night.

At 3 o'clock in the evening, the Ice Coffin Hall was so cold. Qin Kun finished drinking a pot of boiling water, but it was still shaking cold. Where the yin and cold air were rich, it would be useless no matter how strong the yang energy was.

After holding back her urine, Qin Kun rushed to the office building and went up the toilet.

The funeral home stands in the sparsely populated western suburbs, with an empty office building, as quiet as if it is isolated from the whole world. When walking, only the sound of its own footsteps echo.

In fact, sometimes you imagine something scary in your mind, which is more terrifying than something really scary.

The extremely quiet environment makes people easily reminded of terrifying things. The more you think about it, the more scared you feel. So as soon as you enter the toilet, Qin Kun almost lost control when he saw people standing in front of the urinary pond.

When I first came in, the voice control light was still turned off. The yin energy of the three wandering souls was too weak, and it felt that there was no difference between them and the air conditioner, so these three dirty things appeared in front of me. Qin Kun was not prepared for it and almost scared to pee.

Qin Kun held the hatchet and tried his best to control his emotions. The three wandering souls would not let him lose his composure. He had just sworn that Mr. Qu would not kill him during the first seven days.

But, just four urinary ponds, you three ghosts are all looking at what I mean? The three ghosts who tilted their heads all seemed to die of illness. They stared at themselves with a weak expression and a dark face. Qin Kun glared fiercely, and then they turned their heads dull and tactfully.

Holding back and not touching the knife, Qin Kun finally left the office building with anger. Sure enough, there was no one here in the future.

At this moment, a dark shadow watched Qin Kun walk towards the Ice Coffin Hall on the roof of the office building, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"Master, he is a disciple of the Southern Sect. Judging from the sufficient yang energy, it is mostly from Dou Sect."

The black shadow talking had eight arms, and on the other side, there was a guy with a worm-filled face standing.
Chapter completed!