MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 24

In the live broadcast room, Wu Rong just drew his sword and killed the unconscious ghost who was attracted by Yin Qi and flinched. When he killed ghosts, he was particularly crisp and neat. The Lao Miao knife was cut from the top of the ghost's head, and it was directly chopped into two pieces, one big and one small. His body will automatically absorb the purest yin qi, and the remaining large pieces will be fed to the big dogs, while the small pieces will be left for the dogs.

This style has attracted a group of viewers who love to look for excitement late at night, and the popularity of the live broadcast room has been rising rapidly. The previous bazooka local tycoon seems to think that the bazooka is too unworthy of Wu Rong's status as a wealthy family, so he started to connect with him Brush the plane.

A bazooka costs 500 yuan, a plane costs 1,000 yuan, plus all kinds of scattered gifts, the income from being able to live broadcast alone is over 10,000 yuan. Occasionally, there are bullet screens complaining about why the host doesn't show his face, but they are quickly dismissed by [firstblood! 】【double kill! 】【triple kill! ] This kind of barrage went down, and many people sighed [This is the first time I have seen an anchor who kills ghosts and kills chickens, love it, love it and subscribe! 】

[Why do so many ghosts come to the anchor, as if they are being controlled, does the anchor have ghost lures on him? 】

Things that are too clean and too dirty are easy to attract ghosts, such as the group of spirit dogs following Wu Rong now. After tearing away the yin and resentment, the clean soul body will naturally attract ghosts. The big dog followed Wu Rong step by step like a loyal guard, looking a little frustrated and aggrieved. Just now it used its dog's head to push Wu Rong's waist, eager to make him sit on its body.

But Wu Rong refused.

The spirit dog is so fast that it can reach its destination in an instant. When Wu Rong came out tonight, he also wanted to test his ability. He killed many ghosts along the way, and finally confirmed that he could easily kill ghosts with the old Miao knife alone. But there is also less Yin Qi, Wu Rong keeps half of the pure Yin Qi for himself, and usually sends it to his left arm to nourish the big ghost.

The level of these ghosts is too low.

Wu Rong faintly felt that this yin energy was like drinking plain water to him or to the big ghost, and it was of no use except to moisten it. At least until the level of the previous ghost boy is barely edible.

But there is no rush.

Wu Rong took a deep breath, her pupils darkened.

There should be a corpse pit not far from here.

He already smelled the intoxicating meaty aroma emanating from the mellow ghost aura.

It's like a pot of braised pork stewed until it's crispy, fragrant and soft. Even if the instigator put a lid on the meat pot, which can block most of the aroma, it can't hide the slightest from the senior gourmet with the most sensitive nose. The taste is even too fragrant, as if the chef didn't just stew the meat, but also sneaked some addictive things like poppy husks into it.

The closer we got, the road came to an end, and the wilderness with decaying grass appeared in front of us. The cameras and street lights on the side of the road have long been broken, and it looks even darker. Looking across the flat plains of the wasteland, there are only a few abandoned brick houses, and there is nothing else at all. But the color of Wu Rong's left eye became darker and darker. His ghost eyes are like a powerful magnet that sweeps away the Yin Qi around him, and the clues that were covered up by the Yin Qi array surface out of the water.

An asphalt road that is wide enough to allow heavy trucks to pass emerges from under the weeds. The road looks very new, as if it was newly poured in the past two years. The asphalt road leads to a large house that looks like a factory, and there is a fence wrapped with barbed wire outside, and there are cameras every few places. There were a few guard-like security guards carrying electric batons at their waists to patrol and stand guard, and there were also gangsters in twos and threes holding sticks, squatting under the fence, smoking and lazing.

Inside the wall and outside the wall, Yin Qi is separated. Just like the window paper in ancient times, Wu Rong poked a hole in it, so he could see inside. The people inside didn't notice him.

A stronger smell of yin and blood came from the factory building. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I could vaguely hear the miserable and desperate wailing of cats and dogs. The big dog seemed to be very familiar with this place, so he took Wu Rong around to another trail, reaching a blind spot that the camera couldn't see.

"Wow!"

No matter how the barrage wailed, Wu Rong turned off the camera again. He seemed to be at the back of the factory building, and the air was so overcast that there was a faint black mist in the air. For Wu Rong, this place was like a natural oxygen bar, comfortable. Very comfortable. The little spider struggled to climb onto his shoulders, and tapped its forelimbs with rare excitement, and the excitement spread to Wu Rong's heart.

'Eat, delicious! '

The grimacing blood beetle probably came from here. If the little spider can have a full meal tonight, maybe it will be able to molt and grow tomorrow. But looking at the tight defense outside the factory building, it is too reckless and dangerous to break in rashly.

Wu Rong ordered two evil seedling ghosts to come out, and fed one of them with a drop of blood. The ghost in the lead suddenly regained his wits, knelt crookedly in front of Wu Rong, and took the live broadcast device from him respectfully with a cloud of sinister energy.

"Understand?"

The ghosts nodded in unison. When they first appeared, the dog souls were taken aback, and all retreated, growling vigilantly. Only the big dog in the lead seemed not to be surprised, and stood beside Wu Rong and looked at the two ghosts with scrutiny, just like a loyal general picking and choosing a few clumsy new recruits, with disgust. A little helpless and conniving, there is a feeling of "the owner can take whoever he wants, the owner has the final say, after all, I am just a dog".

It gently arched Wu Rong's legs, then rolled its fangs, glared with **** eyes, and barked at the dog souls with a bark, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. After walking around and guarding the innermost part, the big dog was relieved, and took the two ghosts with ease and slipped in through the dog hole.

Watching the back of the big dog going away, Wu Rong fell into deep thought. There are more reborn people in this world than he expected, and the few he has encountered so far are all related to him.

It would be nice if there was a way to see their memories and know how they got back. Although none of the reborns so far could hurt him, even Baigu and Dagou brought him a lot of convenience. But it's hard to say what if there will be more powerful characters against him in the future, or just like the ghost boy at the beginning, they will use him to make up for it. Know early and prepare early.

But the most important thing is to improve your own strength.

That's why Wu Rong brought it here when a rare corpse pit was found tonight, and the little spider was expected to molt.

'Crack! '

The little spider suddenly stood up vigilantly, and at the same time the dogs who were loyally guarding Wu Rong also stood up one after another, looking towards the road full of hostility.

It was already late at night, and there was the sound of vehicles on the sparsely populated No. 9 highway, coming towards the back door of the factory. Wu Rong took a step back and hid herself in the shadows. In the next second, an old blue truck drove over, turned around, and drove towards the asphalt road leading to the unknown factory.

"Woo-"

The dog souls became restless, roaring with resentment from their throats, and all kinds of horrible scars appeared on their bodies again, **** and cruel. Thick resentment and hatred surged wildly, turning them into deformed and twisted dirty ghost dogs again. The big dogs stared at the intersection, hating and fearing the old blue truck. Wanting to rush up and bite but dare not, anger swirls around in place.

The old card was parked in front of the barbed wire fence, and the squatting gangsters walked over laughingly, unloading one cage after another from the truck bed.

"Wow! Wow!"

All kinds of dogs, big and small, some clearly well-kept pets. Crowded and squeezed together, they are packed in cages like cargo. Impatient with the dog barking, the gangster cursed and beat the iron cage with an electric baton. Watching the dog inside being shocked to the point of feces and urine, the whole body twitched and laughed. The weaker they are, the more they will take pleasure in cruelty to animals. The electric baton was knocked on the iron cage again and again, and the dogs inside gradually became silent, only whining and moaning.

Only then did the gangsters work together to move the iron cages onto the cart and push them into the factory building.

Because the ghost dog's resentment was too cloudy, and it was chilly, a gangster noticed this side. He didn't see Wu Rong, but only saw those vicious dog souls with scarlet eyes and resentful expressions. He smiled hesitantly, walked over carelessly, and casually took out something from his pocket.

"Silly dogs, come here."

The **** was arrogant, cursing and shaking the things in his hand. It was a pale white bell, which seemed to be carved out of bones, small and exquisite, with a little scarlet in the middle, I don't know if it was blood or something, it was very ghostly.

The bell shook and made no sound, but the ghost dogs seemed to have seen something terrifying, roaring and roaring, looking terribly fierce, but their bodies were shaking.

Seeing their appearance, the gangster showed a malicious and condescending smile, and spat rudely: "A bunch of useless dogs, no matter how fierce they are."

At first, when he saw the vicious, ugly, and terrifying dog spirit that was taller than a human, he would be so frightened that he couldn't sleep for several days.

But after seeing more and more, especially after knowing their fear of bone bells, the fear of ghost dogs quietly changed. It's like a coincidence for the weak to control the life of the strong. Seeing this group of vicious dog souls who clearly hate them to death but can only obey their commands, unable to resist whatever they want, makes the gangster feel a perverted pleasure .

Abuse of the defenseless is addictive because it creates a false sense of power.

"What are you still doing?!"

Seeing that the ghost dogs just stared at him without moving, the **** felt angry, rang the bell heavily, and scolded: "Go and eat all the corpses in the corpse pit, a bunch of lazy and useless dogs, if you don't get beaten, you will die." It won't move!"

He was used to torturing vicious dog souls, and he could do whatever he wanted with the bell in his hand, throwing an electric baton to beat him. Ordinary weapons are useless against vicious dog souls, only special electric batons can severely injure them. The hooligans like to watch these vicious dogs tremble all over, their eyes are bloodshot, and they growl in pain. Thinking of this, a perverted and happy smile crossed his face.

As soon as the smile appeared, it froze on his face and turned into panic. The gangster's eyes rolled wildly, but his body froze in place, unable to move at all, as if being stared at by Medusa, his whole body was frozen into a stone sculpture. He felt a slight itchiness on his forehead, his face was pale, his eyes frantically looked towards the bridge of his nose, and his eyes became cross-eyed.

On the tip of his nose lay a little spider the size of a sesame seed.

The black rock tarantula is highly poisonous, and no venom is needed. Just touching the poisonous spider silk to the human skin will paralyze the human body.

Wu Rong came out from behind the dogs. He didn't pay attention to the gangster's fearful, resentful and restless eyes, but frowned and stared at his left hand.

The moment the gangster took out the bone bell just now, the bandage on Wu Rong's left arm burst open, and the original reddish-brown ghost pattern became as thick as blood, and an extremely ferocious and violent emotion came from the blood contract. For a moment, Wu Rong even felt that his left arm was going to He lifted it up with his own will, directly twisting the gangster's neck.

This was the first time the big ghost took the initiative to respond.

Wu Rong stepped forward and easily took the bell from the gangster's hand. This is a finely crafted bone bell, which is completely natural. You can only find a hair-like slit in the middle of the bell if you look very carefully. It is the combination of the upper and lower parts. The cherry-sized bell is engraved with complicated patterns, making people dizzy. In the center is a blood-stained bone ball made of ground bone meal.

Wu Rong had a vague impression of this kind of bone bell, and it seemed that similar spells were written in the lyrics of Gu Wangge. Place a part of the body of the person who wants to curse in the bone bell, and force the opponent to obey the order when shaking.

The most important thing is to start with the bell, the restless big ghost in the left arm quieted down, and returned to the original state of taciturnity. The smell of urine came, and the gangster in front of him was frightened out of his wits at the moment the breath of the big ghost leaked, and immediately lost control. The group of dogs behind them also retreated more than a dozen steps because of instinctive fear, hesitantly wanting to escape and hesitating, the deterrent force of the big dogs was still there, they remembered to protect Wu Rong and wanted to take him away with him.

But the aura of the big ghost was too terrifying, the surrounding grass and leaves were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and the youngest dog soul was directly pressed to the ground, pawing the ground in a panic like rowing with four claws, whining in panic. But the hooligans next to the blue old card in the distance didn't notice the strangeness here at all, they were still laughing and chatting rudely. Wu Rong roughly estimated the distance and found that Bai Shuang was about three meters away from them.

Three meters away, even in the same space, no one can feel it.

Why did the big ghost react to the bone bell?

Pinching the bell open with fingers, Wu Rong took out the blood-stained dog bone ball inside and threw it to the vicious dog soul. The big dog's fear of it is deep-rooted, and subconsciously avoids it, but the smallest and most resentful vicious dog soul leaps up and bites the dog bone ball fiercely. There was not even a scum left of the bitten ones, as if the prison of thorns had been opened and freedom was regained. Several vicious dog spirits bared their fangs and approached the terrified gangster who could not move.

Whatever he did to the vicious dog, the vicious dog soul will do to him.

The world is not fair, but sometimes it is fair to the extreme.

Wu Rong didn't care, he put away the bone bell and looked in the direction of the factory building. The two bad seedling ghosts and the big dog came back one after the other. The ghost whose blood was dripped by Wu Rong held the live broadcast device in one hand, and the insect nest that was as big as a human head and full of blood in the other. The other ghost carried it in its arms and shoulders, full of pure and extremely ghostly yin energy, its mouth was bulging, and it seemed to pack a lot of things.

The leading dog walked around Wu Rong twice, and after confirming that he was not injured, he reluctantly rubbed Wu Rong's arm. Tiredly, it yawned, and then its bones creaked, and the resentment and ghostly air surrounding its body suddenly compressed and tightened. The ghost dog leader turned back into the puppy soul that Wu Rong saw at the pet hospital that day.

The milk dog is fat and ignorant, it seems that it has no memory of the big dog, and it looks at Wu Rong with friendly and strange eyes.

It still remembers that Wu Rong fed it water that day, and when Wu Rong picked it up, it shrank its limbs obediently, whining and acting like a baby. The back half of the puppy soul is covered with pitch-black lines, and these lines serve to transfer resentment. If it doesn't take long, it will become another man-made vicious dog soul.

The factory building is simply a **** on earth. The two evil seedling ghosts are like swimming in a blood pot after walking around. They exude a strong blood, and those who don't know think they are two evil ghosts. Wu Rong took a look at the live broadcast device, and sure enough, he was forcibly downloaded, and the comment section seemed to have been cleaned. But the remaining comments can also see that the corpse pit has caused multiple psychological shadows to those who are looking for excitement in the middle of the night.

[It's terrible, it's terrible! 】

[Ouch—I vomited, guys, I can't hold on and I'll leave first. 】

【Hey, that's it? It's just a corpse]

[It's over, the upstairs was scared out of his body. I called the police, I really called the police, watching the late-night live broadcast for the first time in so many years to take the initiative to abide by the law, it's too scary, too scary! 】

Although the live broadcast has been cut off, this is the latest live broadcast device with a built-in video saving function. Coupled with the ready-made puppy soul, the evidence is solid.

"Wow!"

A lump of inhuman shape was thrown in front of Wu Rong. It was a gangster. He twitched like a goat, with white foam flowing from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were straight, and his face was pale. He was crazy and stupid, but physically No wounds. What the ghost dog was biting was his soul, so of course it wouldn't leave any wounds on his body. The reason why he is still breathing is because the crazy ghost dog left it on purpose.

Big and small ghost dogs came to Wu Rong, lined up, and took the initiative to sniff his scent one by one. Unlike being oppressed by a big dog before, it is forced to protect. Now they are willing to recognize Wu Rong as their master.

The status of ghost dogs is strict, and the honor of killing prey must be handed over to the owner.

But Wu Rong didn't do anything, he moved his ears, and suddenly waved away the Evil Miao ghost, tilted his head to see his Evil Dog Soul, gave a simple order, took out his phone and sent a text message to Zhou Xun.

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"It's weird, Ermao, why are you moaning, you haven't come back yet."

"Fuck, go and have a look."

Beside the truck, the gangster hadn't returned for a long time, which aroused the suspicion of others. Several people looked at each other, and held electric batons to line up in that direction vigilantly. Caught off guard, a person suddenly ran out from there, and the gangsters raised their weapons reflexively, and the next moment they recognized that this person was not a companion!

"Stop, who are you!"

Realizing the secrets in the factory, the gangsters were sweating coldly, and they wanted to intercept them no matter what happened. But at this moment, a sad and violent sound of Wang Bang came from behind the figure. The gangster took a look and was almost scared to pee: "Ghost dogs! Why are there so many ghost dogs going crazy!"

Six or seven ferocious and gigantic vicious dogs seemed to come from hell, and the sense of horror and shock that rushed at the same time doubled instantly.

"Run! Their eyes are red and they are going berserk! The **** dog bell is on Er Mao, **** it!"

The gangsters screamed and fled. It seemed a coincidence that the evil dog spirit blocked the way to the factory, so they could only flee to the road. A funny scene formed on Highway No. 9, with gangsters fleeing at the front, Wu Rong in the middle, and a group of ghost dogs chasing behind.

"Don't come here!"

When they heard the siren of the police car and saw the police car driving here, the gangsters who were scared out of their wits by the vicious dogs almost burst into tears, and even rolled and crawled towards the police.

"Put down your weapon and squat down with your head in your arms!"

Brush and pull.

The gangsters couldn't wait to throw away the electric batons, and squatted down like carrots. The moment I squatted down, I suddenly recalled it.

police? Why are the police coming?

No, what they did was illegal!

Oops, exposed!

But in the next second, they were all captured by the police and couldn't move anymore. A ghost breeder in a black windbreaker and a mask hurried out of the police car, looking anxiously and solemnly at the running ghost dogs, as if he was looking for something. Suddenly he saw the target and exclaimed in shock, "Wu Rong!"

After discovering that it was Wu Rong who was being chased by the vicious dogs, Zhou Xun was shocked. He hurriedly stepped forward and took off his mask. The pus-filled ghost sore was awakened, and the influx of ghost power made his neck covered with terrifying veins, and his eyes turned pure black like Possessed by an evil spirit, the mouth of a woman with a rift opened wider and wider.

"Roar!"

The terrifying aura of the evil spirits made the ghost dogs pause, and Zhou Xun hurriedly dragged Wu Rong who had run over behind him, and confronted the ghost dogs with stern eyebrows, his momentum was not weak at all. At this time, another person came hurriedly:

"The talisman orders you, Chang Chuan obeys the order!"

The holy spirit of Fu Zhuan made the vicious dog souls whose origin is resentment and hatred extremely uncomfortable. They were unwilling to resent and linger, and finally howled like venting their anger, and their figures disappeared into the shadows.

"Fuck, who the **** raised such a large group of evil ghost dogs!"

When the group of ghost dogs disappeared completely, Zhou Xun's tense body finally relaxed. He took Wu Rong's shoulder, anxious and angry: "You, you, you are only a disabled ghost, how dare you come to such a dangerous place !"

"What the **** is going on with the live broadcast! Fuck it, I'm so anxious!"

Zhou Xun was purely worried about his friends, while the other policemen, including the not-so-young celestial master, looked at Wu Rong with vigilance.

But these vigilances turned to shock and anger after Wu Rong handed over the video and brought out the puppy soul entwined with resentment.

"He has lost his conscience, he has lost his conscience!"

The old Tianshi recited a few words of Infinite Heavenly Venerable angrily. Even Zhou Xun, who had experienced in Huangquan, turned pale when he saw the bottomless, blood-stained maggots wriggling, and piled up with rotten and twisted dog corpses. What is infuriating is that there are still several human corpses in the corpse pit. They are the tourists who have been missing in Century Park in the past half month!

This is a rare, serious and serious case of an extremely bad nature, involving so deep that it cannot be handled by a ghost raiser or a celestial master. Zhou Xun frowned and reported upwards, and the group of extremely suspicious gangsters were crushed into the car. But Wu Rong, who was scared pale by the pack of vicious dogs and provided important evidence, got a warm blanket and was escorted to the Public Security Bureau to take a statement.

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"Brother went live on Highway 9, it's too dangerous recently."

In the interrogation room, Wu Rong got a cup of hot cocoa, he said very little, and bowed his head in silence. This angle reveals his pale and bloodless neck, which looks extraordinarily fragile and youthful. It makes people suddenly feel that this person who has been frightened all night, who values ​​love and justice, and has great courage is just a boy who has just turned eighteen.

"The pack of vicious dogs attacked, and it saved me."

The young dog in Wu Rong's arms barked twice, and looked curiously at the ghost breeder who was being interrogated with black grape-like eyes. Inside, he was close to the natural trust of human beings, but the ghost energy wrapped around its lower body, and the scars on its body were even more serious. It is embarrassing, and heartfelt anger is born in the bottom of my heart against organizations that illegally abuse cats and dogs.

"Good boy, don't be afraid."

The older ghost-raiser looked at her lovingly and pitifully: "Don't be afraid, it's safe now."