Chapter 190 Waste
Ever since that visit to the morgue, the whole world seemed to have calmed down.
Everyone was either busy implementing projects or finally starting their own small kitchen business. Even Er Teng accepted the fact that he had no literary talent and willingly became an investor.
[Tianquan Temple - Su Yuande: The young man recommended by Master Qin does have some talent for divination, but it's a pity she's not interested in it. Furthermore, her work schedule is so demanding that she simply can't spare the time to learn orthodox techniques.]
Qin Qinsen: That's normal. Just help her strengthen her soul and clear her mind. Otherwise, constantly attracting unclean things will be harmful to her body. As for the rest...it's up to her.
"Xiao Song encountered a ghost again?"
It's no wonder Teng Su asked this question. Ever since the department got a name, Xiao Song and his team have been busy dealing with supernatural events every day. Needless to say, Lin Qi and Qiao Qiao have far superior physical fitness, so they can still stand up to ghosts.
But Xiao Song was different. Strictly speaking, he was considered a technician. Most of the equipment development and updates at the Haishi Branch of the Abnormal Control Bureau relied on him and the R&D department behind him.
I could have stayed in the office peacefully, but I don't know if I was too unlucky or too lucky, but after going to Yuxia Mountain, my ghost eyes opened and I've been in constant fear of seeing ghosts recently.
"No, Abbey Master Su said Meng Xi doesn't want to learn Taoism."
I finally made it through, and my work is about to be released. Only a fool would be distracted.
Hearing this, Teng Su understood, "If she doesn't become a screenwriter, all the money Er Teng invested will be wasted."
Qin Qinsen nodded in agreement, then remembered something and raised his eyebrows and asked, "You really don't need me to accompany you?"
The Chinese New Year is coming next week, but Teng Su, the big boss, has no intention of taking a break at all. Instead, he plans to finish dealing with overseas affairs before the New Year.
"Rest well. If you don't want to stay at home, go out for a walk with Nanxing and the others, or go to the Abnormal Control Bureau to teach Xiaosong and the others some more professional knowledge, so that they won't just ask you when they encounter problems."
Knowing that the other party felt sorry for him, Qin Qinsen kissed him hard on the face, "Then be careful. If you have any problems, call me. Master Qin can exorcise ghosts remotely, and the effect will not be compromised."
Watching Teng Su's back gradually walking away, Qin Qinsen breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go to my house."
Lu Zhi exclaimed, "Ah!" "Didn't you say we can't have that place anymore?"
"What year is this? Hurry up."
"We've prepared Buddha Jumps Over the Wall tonight. Madam specifically asked me to remind you to go back early."
Thinking of the delicious dish with thick soup and fragrant aroma, Qin Qinsen swallowed uncontrollably and turned around to push Lu Zhiwang towards the parking lot.
"Then why don't you hurry up."
The old house recently created a group for all the residents and owners, and there was a lot of gossip going on there. Qin Qinsen hadn't taken it seriously at first, but last night he saw Uncle Li complaining about someone's nightclub going on at around 1 a.m., disturbing everyone else's rest.
Only then did he remember that the talisman array he had set up in the old house had not yet been dissolved.
"Oh my god, it's so cold."
As soon as the door opened, Lu Zhi, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but shiver. Hai City was a southern city, where the lowest temperature never dropped below zero. But the air blowing out of the house made Lu Zhi, who was wearing a down jacket, feel like he was about to freeze to death.
After sticking a talisman on his chest, Qin Qinsen gestured for him to close the door and come in. "Just stand at the door and don't move."
Lu Zhi touched the talisman paper on his chest, and felt warmth in his palm. He immediately nodded rapidly, indicating that he would never run around.
The room was still as it had been when he had left it, filled with talisman paper and red string. However, the talismans on the windows had clearly been damaged, and the red string was mostly faded, its effectiveness far less than before.
Qin Qinsen took two steps inside and heard bursts of noise coming from the direction of the bedroom and kitchen.
"This is a rip-off! I've been living here for over half a month and can't leave. They're forcing me to stay longer and pay more. I want to complain!"
"30,000 ghost coins for a pound of pig's head meat, be quick and you'll get it~"
"I've been staying here for a week, can't I get a discount?"
"Hey, new guest, are you staying here or having a meal?"
A male ghost wearing a melon-shaped hat came up, his mouth full of yellow teeth, grinning from ear to ear, laughing heartily.
Looking through the melon-shaped hat, there were at least ten ghosts in the bedroom fighting for the bed, and two or three were resting on the bookshelf, obviously using the bookshelf as a bunk bed.
The female ghost in the kitchen, wearing an apron and holding a cigarette, chopped a pig's head on the chopping board into small pieces with a kitchen knife. Three or five other ghosts surrounded her, some even with liquid at the corners of their mouths, begging for a discount.
Qin Qinsen's veins popped out when he saw the messy scene in the room.
"What's the point of being a customer? I'm the owner. Did you get my permission to open this shop? Have you paid the rent?"
"That's right. We've been here at the Inn for a month now, and haven't seen a single living person. According to our rules, if you don't raise any objections after one stick of incense, the room will be ours."
The man in the melon-shaped hat rolled his eyes twice and said with a strange smile, "You seem young, but since you dare to come here in a living body, I, Old Qiu, will teach you the rules of the underworld on behalf of your elders."
"rule?"
Qin Qinsen pulled off a piece of red rope and wrapped it around his hand. He stroked the rope with his left hand, and a red light flashed. He punched into the melon-shaped hat's mouth that suddenly opened wide, and the yellow and black teeth fell out instantly.
Qin Qinsen dodged the knife by turning his head sideways and looked towards the kitchen door. He saw the female ghost who had been chopping the pig's head had spit out her cigarette and was glaring at him fiercely.
"You are so brave to come to our Inn and cause trouble."
"Have some legal awareness, please. This is my home."
With a stretch of his right hand, the red string automatically bound the melon-shaped hat. It seemed the arrival of its owner had invigorated the red string. As it tied itself into a bow, it even found the leisure to retrieve a talisman from the coffee table and affix it to the melon-shaped hat's wailing mouth.
Seeing this, the female ghost yelled and called back the kitchen knife that she had just thrown but missed. "Damn it, you didn't care about someone causing trouble, where the hell are you going?!"
The kitchen knife returned to the ghost woman's hand and she kept waving it. In her indiscriminate attack, four or five ghosts became her victims. Seeing this, Qin Qinsen frowned and became more alert.
The melon-shaped hat and the female ghost call themselves the Bu Er Inn, and even some ghosts stay there.
But the talisman array he had laid out before was clearly to drive away the evil spirits while leaving behind the malicious evil spirits.
There are more than a dozen ghosts in the house now. Except for the ghost in the melon-shaped hat and the female ghost dancing with a kitchen knife, the other ghosts are so weak that they can hardly maintain their souls and can't even touch the evil ghost's clothes.
Just as Qin Qinsen was thinking alertly, a trembling voice came from the door.
"Um... Ah Sen, Master Qin? This brother seems to have something to tell you."
Turning his head sharply, Lu Zhi's face turned pale, and a pitch-black ghost hand was pinching his neck. Following the ghost hand, he saw an evil ghost in a tattered Taoist robe playing with a yellow talisman. "The Xuan Sect is indeed weak. They can't even draw a good talisman to exorcise ghosts. What is this? Keeping warm? Tsk, what a waste."
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