"My surname is Cheng, you can't take action tonight, right? The people from Nanzong are watching, do you still want to steal the body?"

There was another black shadow next to the rooftop, and there were dozens of worms in his mouth as he spoke, which was very disgusting.

The black shadow dressed in the city god said, "I have to find a way. I need the Door to enter the underworld, otherwise the Demon Ferry Lotus will not be planted."

"That's simple. Just kill the disciple of the Southern Sect who was vigilant. He didn't even dare to move a few little ghosts just now, so he was afraid that he would have been scared."

"No, Ge Longtou is still in Linjiang. He is not worth it for accusing that old guy. It is troublesome enough for us to deal with the van driver's body."

"Isn't it just an old Taoist priest who stepped into the coffin with half his feet. If it were our king, we would definitely not be afraid."

After the man with worms on his face said, the black shadow with eight arms snorted coldly: "Scholar Gu, how many years have you been scattered in your ghost king? When Yang, who was born in China, was rampant since the Yinlong of Mangshuluo in southern Yunnan, the Ghost King of Shendu could only avoid his sharp edge. Only your Nanling Ghost King dared to ignore the rules of Yin and Yang's peace and provoke, and died so stupid."

"You!!!" Gu Xiucai was furious.

The black shadow dressed in the City God raised his hand: "Okay, don't argue. Tonight, before Qu Chengyang transformed into the soul, there must be many old friends who robbed the body, and Xijueluo may also come. Let's wait and see what the changes will happen."

...

Back at the corpse crack in the Ice Coffin Hall again, Qin Kun wondered: What's going on? When will there be a big ghost in the funeral home? Just now, three eyes were looking at him on the roof of the office building. Qin Kun didn't open his eyes to alert the snake, but based on his intuition, he found that the three eyes were definitely big ghosts.

He remembers that there are no big ghosts in Longhuai Ghost Town?

Is this a shopping trip or another idea?

Qin Kun looked at Mr. Qu's body and began to ponder.

Intuition told him that it was not that easy for Chu Laoxian to make him watch over here, and it seemed that something was hidden from him. He wanted to call and ask clearly, but there was no signal.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded again in the corridor of the Ice Coffin Hall.

Qin Kun was a little irritated. Are these ghosts gone?!

Dongdongdongdongdong.

Qin Kun's eyes twitched with a crisp and polite knock on the door, and he patted the City God Order, and Xu Tao was called out.

"My God! Brother Kun, if you don't sleep at night, why are you staring at a dead person?"

Xu Tao shrank his neck and looked over. He found that the old man looked quite familiar. Isn’t this the guard of the funeral home?

"Stop looking, go open the door. If you are a little blind guy, just kill him!"

Xu Tao got the order and walked over swaggeringly.

The door opened, and there was nothing scary outside. A guy wearing a fur coat and a braid was standing there, next to him was a general.

"This tribe pattern..." Xu Tao's eyes were sharp-eyed. At first glance, she saw the other party wearing braids and the collar was full of clan patterns that could only be understood by people.

"Aisin Gioro's clan pattern!"

The royal family of Qing Dynasty?!

Xu Tao was stunned, and the man was stunned for a moment, secretly retracting the knife in his sleeve.

"Aisin Gioro Nasing, I don't know that there are experts here to stay, so I'm very upset."

The man had high cheekbones and was wearing yellow clothes. His temple was raised and his vagina was thick. He was obviously a guy who could beat him.

"Far too fart, don't go fart!"

The general behind the visitor suddenly became irritable and was suppressed by the Qing nobleman: "Haha, I have an old relationship with the dead, so I'll pay my respects."

Ghost sacrifices corpses. If there is no grudge, it is a good story! Whoever dies can still be mourned by ghosts? Qin Kun didn't ask much and let that guy come in.

Uncle Qu was lying on the bed, and the ghost was incense and took out another finger condom: "This is my burial weapon with me to give it to the deceased. Isn't it a rule?"

The Qing aristocrat was only in his twenties and was still looking at Qin Kun when he was talking, as if asking. Qin Kun shook his head: "It's not bad."

The Qing nobleman nodded and put it on for Mr. Qu.

It took only one or two minutes to pay condolences. The nobleman was polite and left immediately after paying condolences.

Qin Kun walked over and looked at the finger condom playfully.

When you start, the system prompts you.

‘Ding! Discover the ghost weapon, soul model finger’

Soul Model Finger

Introduction: A ghost weapon like a phantom body can be used to engrave the appearance of a soul. After wearing a finger condom, it will transform into a ghost that is engraved.

This thing is put on for Mr. Qu first. When other ghosts wear it, they can become Mr. Qu with this finger condom. Qin Kun understood the introduction, but couldn't understand... What was the idea that guy was just now?

...

Top of office building.

The eight-armed black shadow suddenly shouted: "Master, Xi Jueluo!"

The person who was dressed as the City God showed the expression I expected. When they saw Xijueluo entering the Ice Coffin Hall, they didn't stay long before they walked out again.

The person who pretended to be a City God said, "Come on."

Xishan Cemetery, silent and uninhabited.

Xijueluo, the general behind him, stopped as he walked.

Xijueluo turned around and smiled, "Cheng Wang, how long will it take to stay?"

The big ghost dressed in the City God appeared and smiled slightly: "Nasin, look at your expression, have you obtained what you want?"

"Hahahahaha..." Xijueluo suddenly burst into laughter, "King Cheng Gui, it turns out you have arrived early. Why don't you go in and see Qumenke?"

The big ghost dressed in the City God smiled and did not reply.

"Okay, if you don't fight with you tonight, you will definitely not get the Menzijuan. The young man inside is looking at the body of Menke Qu."

Xi Jueluo spread his hands: "If Fengdu can't go, you can't plant the demon lotus. Why don't you go and kill Wang Shouyi?"

The big ghost who was dressed as a City God smiled: "This joke is not funny. I am the City God of Huaize, but I am not an executioner. I understand the principle of yin and yang matching and yin and yang harmony. The one who kills people is Gu Xiucai and the eight-armed demon, and it has nothing to do with me."

"It's all the knife in your hand, don't pretend to be good people there." Xijueluo smiled contemptuously.

The worms surged in Gu Xiucai's mouth, just like his tongue that had been divided into countless forks: "Xijueluo, don't try to clear the relationship, you are involved in this matter. Kill a Fengdu disciple, if the people of the Taoist Tao of Life and Death know, you and I will not have good results."

Xijuelu raised his eyebrows and said with interest: "Then everyone should have a tacit understanding. Otherwise, I have a way to escape. If you and the Ghost King of Huaize are beaten to the door, you may not be able to survive."

Gu Xiucai, the eight-armed devil's aura surged, Xi Jueluo laughed loudly, and black smoke came out from his feet. The smoke was in the shape of a lotus, and black smoke filled with it. After a few steps, he and the ghost generals around him disappeared into the black smoke.

Gu Xiucai narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, I snatched the first lotus seed of the Demon Ferry Lotus, and I realized it."

The big ghost who was pretending to be a City God was not surprised: "Xijueluo was good at body magic and got the first lotus seed of the Demon Ferry Lotus, which was equivalent to the first article of Yang Shen's body technique being obtained by him, so it was normal for him to realize it. However, without a disciple, he could not enter Fengdu. No matter how thoroughly he understood the lotus seed, he could not get out of Yang Shen's lotus."

Xijueluo disappeared, and the eight-armed black shadow whispered: "Master, according to your words, this guy can also control one side in the future and become the Ghost King?"

The man who was dressed as the City God shook his head: "I don't know. If he wants to go outside the pass to enter the Qing Dynasty dragon vein, he might have a chance to condense the Yinlong. But there are many crises there, and there are shamans. People from the Tao of Life and Death are in charge. It's not that simple to open the dragon vein. Moreover... the dragon vein needs to be a blood sacrifice. His ability to escape... dare to do this?!"

...

After staying for a night, Mr. Qu's ghost did not appear. In the morning, Qin Kun called Chu Dao to explain the situation. Chu Dao breathed a sigh of relief and said thank you for your hard work. Maybe he had calculated it wrongly.

Qin Kun asked him what he had calculated and why none of them came true, but Chu Dao refused to say anything.

Qin Kun swore that he would never help this old charlatan again, and he would hide everything, which would make people feel heartbroken.

...

Three days later, after the memorial service, several corpses were taken to cremation. The worker who was pushing the cremation truck found that Mr. Qu had a finger condom on his body. Seeing that the texture was still an antique, he hurriedly reported to Lao Zhou, the head of the cremation building.

Lao Zhou just glanced at it and curled his lips and said, "You can't take the things on the dead, it will attract unknown things and burn them together!"

The little worker was greedy and thought it was a pity to burn such a beautiful finger trap. He secretly walked down before pushing the crematorium.

Lao Qu was cremated, Director Wang was exhausted from his energy, and he grew older several years. Qin Kun was recruited back to the funeral home. During this period, Lao Wang said that he wanted to take a few apprentices and choose a successor. Qin Kun happened to have nothing to do and agreed.
Chapter completed!