MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 34

The door was only pushed open a crack, and a bloodshot eye was exposed in the crack, looking at Wu Rong as if looking at a piece of meat on a chopping board. The pupils of the eyes were so black that the whites of the eyes were almost covered with red blood. The eyes were indescribably weird and cold, which made people feel frightened.

"come in."

Squeak, the door opened, revealing the interior of the dormitory. The dormitory of Liuyang Vocational High School is very old, with concrete floors and half-white and half-green walls. There are four bunk beds in a small space, and eight people live in one dormitory. There is no air-conditioning, and a fan above the head is spinning fast and wobbly, as if it will fall down in the next moment. The high-speed rotating fan blades can easily cut off a person's head.

Including Wu Rong, there were only seven people in the dormitory. Wu Rong scanned around and took note of their appearance.

"Rongrong, lend me your eye drops."

The red-eyed girl who opened the door said, "My eyes hurt more and more."

Wu Rong nodded, pointing to the empty bunk bed: "Where is she?"

"Hmph, where else can I go. Of course Chi Fangfang is still cleaning the toilet."

The chestnut-haired **** the upper bunk next to the window sneered, took a small mirror to put on makeup for herself, and giggled to herself: "If I say she is so poor, she should stay out of the house, and it can save a lot of money—"

Wu Rong withdrew and closed the dormitory door. Although it is said that the dormitory is safer after dusk, dormitory No. 444 is the first dormitory to be completely wiped out after the blood mud incident. It is estimated that there is a house full of female ghosts. Standing in the corridor, he released the little green snake, preparing to explore the terrain of this floor first.

There is no toilet in the dormitory of Liuyang Vocational High School, and each floor of the dormitory has a public toilet. After coming up from the east staircase, the left side of the stairs is the public toilet, and the right side is the No. 444 dormitory. Dormitory No. 444 is the last dormitory on the fourth floor, and to the right is a small public balcony. Wu Rong approached the balcony, turned on the light, and saw the scene outside.

There are many mountains in Liuyang, and there is half a mountain behind the dormitory of Liuyang Vocational High School. The window on the fourth floor is facing the halfway up the mountain. Among the luxuriant grass, you can faintly see a few graves, which are nameless and wild graves without tombstones. It is said that the bodies of the students who sneaked into the underground air-raid shelter and finally disappeared were found on this mountain.

Wu Rong could vaguely see that there seemed to be a corner of yellow paper on the nearest grave bag, which shone with golden light in the night, which was very pure and holy. It actually looks like an extremely rare and precious golden paper talisman! It's a pity that only Liuyang Vocational High School actually exists in Tiankeng No. 444. Wu Rong can see the mountain, but he can't leave the area of ​​Liuyang Vocational High School to go to the mountain.

This talisman seal is very likely to be a spiritual object left by a certain master before the spiritual recovery, and it is used to suppress the grave bag.

The so-called spiritual objects and ghost objects are special items that the testers can get in the Tiankeng. This item is unique and will never regenerate after being taken away. Spiritual objects refer to items left by Taoist priests or eminent monks a long time ago that can restrain ghosts and ghosts. For example, bronzing Buddhist scriptures, relics of eminent monks, brocade cassocks, or seven-star swords, talisman seals, and red ropes soaked in incense ashes, etc.

The spirits from the tiankeng usually have a stronger restraint effect on the ghosts in this tiankeng. For example, the golden talisman on the tomb bag can play the most deadly effect on the zombies or ghosts in the tomb bag, and it can save life even if it is carried on the body.

As the name suggests, ghosts are items stored by ghosts, such as balloons with human heads, **** nails, red wedding dresses and so on. In times of danger, they can be used to summon ghosts and make them kill each other, gaining valuable escape time. There are also some ghosts that have specific effects and can change a person's physique. The most famous one is Professor Tong Fuyuan of Tianshi University in the capital. When he was studying abroad, he strayed into the newly opened tiankeng of the White Church. media quality.

Both ghosts and spirits can be brought out of the tiankeng, not only can be used by capable people, but ordinary people can also use it for self-defense, so the price is very high, but there is no market for the price. A ghost raiser must always be on guard against the backlash of ghosts in his body. A few of these two items must be in his body to better guard against spiritual resuscitation. If you get a high-level ghost by chance, sell one, and you will be able to live comfortably for the rest of your life.

This is faster than live broadcasting, but it is also much more dangerous.

Spiritual objects usually suppress evil spirits, and ghosts are also found in places with strong resentment and ghost energy, and a little carelessness will kill them.

Hiss.

The little green snake came back, climbed onto Wu Rong's arm, and spit out the thing in its mouth into Wu Rong's hand.

This is a string of purple crystal bracelets, the amethysts are dotted with silver stars, delicate and beautiful.

There is a touch of yin on the bracelet, but there is no ghost. It's not a ghost. It is not past morning before entering the tiankeng, and it is still safe even after dusk. The crystal chain is not expensive, and it is probably lost by a student. But when the little green snake found it, it was quite special. The chain was wrapped in toilet paper and hidden in the gap under the handrail of the stairs.

It's as if someone hid it on purpose.

Wu Rong took a cigarette in his mouth and turned on his mobile phone. The trainees who came to the No. 444 tiankeng summed up many ghost incidents. Wu Rong wanted to see if there was any **** case involving the theft of the bracelet. When turning on the phone, Wu Rong glanced at the live broadcast room.

Then he was stunned by the swiping gifts and the number of over ten million viewers. Wu Rong couldn't see it, and the bullet screen in the live broadcast room swiped the screen the moment he watched it.

[Here we come, the anchor finally watched the live broadcast room! With tears in his eyes, can he find out the code sent by the local tyrant? 】

[I'm so anxious, I'm so anxious, I'm so anxious, there's no anchor who doesn't know the password of the live broadcast room, no, no! 】

[It's hard to say, the anchor may be a newcomer, I really don't know. I'm so anxious, life is at stake, young lady, run away! 】

[Fuck, who is so arrogant and smashed so many spaceships? ! What kind of code? I'm new here. I have brothers and sisters who can explain it. 】

【newcomer? You don't even know the password of the live broadcast room, you haven't watched Tiankeng live broadcast before, right? The new potential three know not to know. 】

【Ah, this is the first time I've watched it. What is Xinqian III. 】

[Newcomers have been diving for three months, and they will naturally understand if they read more and ask less]

[You don't need to be so angry at the top, I'll give you a popular science when you come here. After the tiankeng was opened, the environment was closed, and the public security special police could not forcibly intervene. In order to prevent the testers from having hatred, the audience in the live broadcast room reported points and other issues. The anchor who enters the tiankeng cannot see the barrage, but can only see the number of people in the live broadcast room and the number of gifts. The live broadcast is in a 360-degree circle, and the audience can see more than the host. Sometimes the audience can see that there is a ghost behind the host trying to attack the anchor, or the anchor has entered a dangerous area without knowing it. If the audience is anxious and wants to remind, they can use a secret signal. 】

[Fifteen ghost food, 19 light sticks, plus 15 ghost food represent SOS, which is also the most dangerous, reminding the host to run away! 】

[Understood, thank you, big brother, but why do I see that the above is a spaceship, this one costs two thousand and five! 】

[Stupid boy, of course it's because the boss is rich and self-willed. 】

[Stupid boy, of course it's because the anchor doesn't watch the live broadcast! Smashing the spaceship phone will alert the vibrate, who knows that the anchor hasn't watched it for so long, I suspect she didn't turn on the vibrate at all! 】

[Dormitory No. 444, I've never seen an anchor with such bad luck! Just now Professor Tong called the police with a serious face, afraid. 】

[I'm so worried, little sister, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I'd rather go squeeze with the dorm auntie than live next to the toilet! 】

【Danger · Anchor · Dangerous】

[Fuck, it is known that the seven most dangerous ghosts of Liuyang Vocational High School are all in the 444 dormitory, how long can the host live. 】

[Holy shit, I know what status the anchor has obtained. She took off her glasses and stroked her hair up, I didn't recognize it at first! Isn't she the most unlucky Wu Rong! 】

[! It turned out to be Wu Rong! 】

[Little voice, I didn't recognize it either, it's not just that she took off her glasses and changed her hairstyle, it's that the young lady has a good temperament, sweet and rustic. 】

[Fuck, Wu Rong, this unlucky girl, all eight people in one dormitory died miserably, and as a result, all the sisters turned into evil spirits, Wu Rong died in vain, even the soul and people were chewed to pieces, what is the anchor? This identity! 】

[Stop licking, the little sister will be turned into a meat paste! Miss sister, Miss sister, Chi Fangfang invites you to go to the toilet together, don't go, don't go! 】

"Thank you for the gifts, everyone."

The gifts in the live broadcast room are roughly 100,000. Although there are no bullet screens, judging from the continuous explosion of gifts with various special effects, the audience is very enthusiastic.

After thinking for a while, Wu Rong got up: "Go, take a look at the most dangerous one."

If the live broadcast wants to last for a long time, there must be a positive interaction between the anchor and the audience, or the anchor can attract fans based on its strength. The spectators dropped more than 100,000 gifts, probably because they saw the toilet next to them and wanted to go and have a look.

Since the last time he replaced Huang Mao in the live broadcast of Highway 9, Wu Rong had vaguely figured out that those who watched the Tiankeng live broadcast liked blood and excitement. Wu Rong understood the audience in the live broadcast room.

The audience in the live broadcast room: ? ? ? ?

Walking to the entrance of the corridor, seeing the gift rain that swipes the screen faster, Wu Rong took off the little paper figurine on his shoulder and rolled it into a ball, exposing only the cameras of the paper figurine's eyes. Then he took the black rock tarantula out of the jar.

He didn't plan to go in by himself, Wu Rong could smell the strong and fragrant fragrance coming from the toilet just as he stood at the stairs. The smell is fragrant and luscious, extremely attractive. Compared with the smell in the toilet, today's pile of boxed meals smells like chaff, and the factory corpse pit also looks bland. The only one who can beat it is the big ghost.

If a big ghost is like a bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall, then the rice in the toilet, no, the stuff in the toilet is like rice in gold soup and abalone sauce, without the richness and richness. But it was enough to whet Wu Rong's appetite.

The ones in the sewer pipes of the women's toilets are probably swallowing people's blood and mud. Judging from this level, even if they are not as good as the big ghosts, they are considered top-notch. If it weren't for it staying in the sewer pipe and not being able to come out, I'm afraid the No. 444 tiankeng would have to be upgraded to at least two more dangerous levels.

Although he wants to test the strength of the big ghost, but its five senses are blocked and it cannot communicate, Wu Rong will not take risks.

I gave the ball of paper to the black rock tarantula, and let it walk around the entrance of the toilet with its back on its back, which is also an eye-opener for the audience. After the black rock tarantula came out, as long as the green spirit Gu swallowed them and spit them out, the ghost qi and resentment tainted by it could be cleaned away.

The time in the tiankeng passes quickly, which seems to be different from the real flow speed. After he recalled the black rock tarantula, which had dissipated its ghost and resentment, it was already 11:30 in the evening, and Wu Rong closed the live broadcast room smoothly. There is likely to be a fight tonight, and he doesn't want to expose the big ghost yet. The fourth floor was exceptionally quiet, and the dormitory doors seemed to lead to morgues. Except for roommate No. 444, Wu Rong had never seen anyone else.

Suddenly, the blood on his forehead became hot again, and the heat that had disappeared filled his limbs and bones again. If he felt something, Wu Rong went to the public balcony and looked down through the railing.

In the deep darkness, a solemn golden red flame was particularly dazzling, just looking at Wu Rong felt scorching hot.

This is Zhengyang fire, which can only be cultivated by Taoist priests with the purest and most upright thoughts, which can restrain all ghosts and ghosts in the world. There are only a handful of people in the world who can practice Zhengyang fire, and some of them are as weak as a candle. However, the Zhengyang fire burning in the direction of the office building is as blazing as a phoenix, turning night into day!

For a moment, Wu Rong seemed to see Fu Qing's figure. He was standing in the majestic and clear golden red fire with a mahogany sword in his hand. Here, like a **** in charge of killing and punishment descending to earth. Under the darkness of night, thousands of ghosts in the tiankeng rushed towards him, but they were all engulfed in flames and died tragically under the mahogany sword.

It was a massacre without suspense.

The magnificent golden red light shone into Wu Rong's eyes, and the blood spot on his forehead was hot. A strange, shuddering coldness swept from the depths of his soul, and the golden red flame took all his attention. It was like a lazily sleeping ferocious beast awakened by the breath of a powerful enemy, angry, roaring, dissatisfied and hostile to being invaded into the territory, especially aware of the shock and anger that the old enemy had left a mark on itself.

Want to bite, fight, cruelly deprive him of the light, grab him and fall into the abyss together.

With a soft sound of Zila, Wu Rong's blood point disappeared. The scene of Fu Qing fighting in the golden-red flames also dissipated like a mirage, and at the last moment he seemed to sense something and walked towards the dormitory. Raising his hand and waving his sword, the ghost blocking the way was wiped out.

This extremely colorful picture disappeared before his eyes, but Wu Rong still couldn't recover for a long time, his whole body was cold, his chest seemed to be pressed by something and he couldn't breathe, and his heart beat like a drum.

Too strong, Fu Qing is really too strong.

Covering her face, Wu Rong let out a deep breath. His hands were trembling, both excited and fascinated, he closed his eyes, the light and shadow of the brilliant golden red flame still remained on his irises. For the first time, Wu Rong understood what it felt like to have a rapid heartbeat. There still seemed to be a blazing heat on the forehead, seeping into the skin and bones, making it unforgettable.

After lighting a cigarette, Wu Rong leaned in the corridor, twirling the cigarette **** with his fingers, unconsciously distracted.

Falling into the abyss, almost fascinated.

It was like meeting the number one swordsman in the world and the only enemy of time, that kind of excitement, excitement, rapid heartbeat, full of heart and eyes, only he existed.

But the problem is, he and Fu Qing are not enemies, but friends.

That feeling...

'buzz'

Suddenly, there was a coldness, as if a basin of cold water had been poured into his head, Wu Rong immediately came back to his senses. The corridor lights changed from warm yellow to pale white at some point, and the gloomy and cold light reflected on the ground, which was indescribably terrifying.

It's midnight.

Crash.

The sound of water came from the direction of the toilet, which was particularly abrupt in the silent environment. After the sound of water stopped, footsteps sounded like they were soaked in water.

One step, one step, one step.

A thin figure staggered out of the women's toilet, and walked towards dormitory No. 444 with a wet rag. The rag was dripping, and there were traces of undried water under her feet. After walking two steps, the girl stopped and looked up at Wu Rong.

It was a familiar face, it was the girl who was waiting at the cafeteria to invite him to have dinner together.

The girl's face was a little pale and tired, but she looked normal. Seeing Wu Rong's eyes burst into surprise, she quickly ran over with small steps happily, and said shyly, "Rongrong, are you waiting for me?"

Smelling the smell of smoke, she sneezed, her eyes turned red, she hesitated, and finally whispered: "You, stop smoking, it's bad for your health."

"Um."

Wu Rong stubbed out the cigarette, but the girl didn't seem to expect that Wu Rong would listen to her. Surprised at first, then couldn't help pursing his lips and laughing, full of joy, looking easily satisfied, like a little rabbit. She wiped her hands on her body, grabbed Wu Rong and said happily, "Let's go, we should go back to the dormitory to rest."

It stands to reason that the girl's hands should be very cold, whether it's because of her identity or because she just washed the rag with cold water, but Wu Rong's hands are actually colder than hers. When the girl walked to the door of the dormitory because of the cold, she gave Wu Rong two breaths of distress and concern, and timidly said, "We girls, we must pay attention to our bodies."

Wu Rong: …

The girl smiled at him with her small face up, and then pushed open the dormitory door.

"Chi Fangfang, Wu Rong, are you conjoined twins? Hurry up and come in. One or two came back so late, and the dormitory supervisor found out and deducted points from us."

As soon as he entered the door, a young female voice complained from bed No. 1. Wu Rong originally thought that the 444 dormitory would become a veritable "underworld dormitory" after zero o'clock, but now everything seems to be normal. Even though it was completely dark in the dormitory now, Wu Rong lowered her eyes all the way to her bed, and kept her gaze away from other places.

Do not see injustice, do not listen to injustice.

At the same time, the task released by the Tiankeng consciousness also passed to his mind.

【First day mission: Participate in the ghost story meeting in the dormitory and scare most of the existence in the dormitory. 】

[Success prize: a human head]

[Failure penalty: death]

"Hurry up, hurry up, let's start quickly!"

The girl in bed No. 4 couldn't hold back anymore, she couldn't wait to urge her: "I've been looking forward to this day for a long time!"

"But telling ghost stories late at night is too scary."

"It's time to talk something exciting in the middle of the night!"

"But…"

"Minority obeys majority! Vote now, I agree!"

Several girls voted quickly, with three votes in favor and three votes against, leaving only Wu Rong and Chi Fangfang.

"Hurry up, what do you two choose!"

"I will choose whatever Rongrong chooses."

Chi Fangfang's voice came from the upper berth, and Wu Rong was in her lower berth.

"Wu Rong, what do you choose!"

The voice was aggressive, I don't know if it was an illusion, it was much sharper than before, and it was full of yin. In the darkness, many pairs of eyes stared at Wu Rong. Not only the beds, but all directions, the whole dormitory seemed to be full.

In the darkness, Wu Rong pulled out the Miao Dao, put it in front of him, and said calmly, "I agree."

"Then let's press the bed number to start!"

The female voice on bed No. 1 seemed a little reluctant, hesitated for a while, and said slowly: "The story I want to tell is a legend in our school."

"The school installed fans in every dormitory a long time ago. But have you noticed that the fans in the girls' dormitory are all sealed with wire covers. I heard that it is because there have been fatalities."

"It was also summer, and it was also in bed 1. The weather was too hot, and the fan was turned on to the maximum. The girl in bed 1 had long hair. When she stood on the bed to comb her hair early, her hair was caught in the fan."

"It happened so suddenly that no one could react. The girl held on to the bed in great pain in order not to be dragged down, but the old electric fan was unstable, and the high-speed rotating fan cut off her head. The girl's hair was still there. Being entangled in the electric fan, the blood was thrown to the surroundings at the moment of the fall, and the whole wall of the dormitory was splattered with blood spots, all of which were scarlet."

"You can see that the walls of the female dormitory are all newly painted, but sometimes, the students who live in that dormitory can still see blood spots on the wall."

buzz-buzz-

The electric fan above the head rotates slowly, like an old man on a hospital bed moaning overwhelmed. Wu Rong smelled a faint smell of blood coming from the wall behind him. In a trance, there seemed to be a bang, which was the sound of the electric fan twisting the **** head to the ground.

"What kind of ghost story are you talking about?"

The girl in bed No. 2 laughed and said that she was very courageous, and she suggested telling ghost stories at the beginning: "What I told was also a story that happened in our school. Coincidentally, it also happened in bed No. 2."

"Let's just say, there is a girl named Xiaofang who sleeps in bed No. 2 in the dormitory. Xiaofang studies very hard. Every night when she goes to the dormitory, she has to stay up late to study. When the lights are off, she will lie on the bed by herself, reviewing what she has memorized during the day in her head. past knowledge points."

"When she was carrying things, she always looked at the back of the upper bed board. The bed boards used to be not good wood, and there would be various cracks after a long time. Xiaofang always stared at the cracks when she was carrying things. One day she Suddenly, I found that the crack on the top of my head seemed to get bigger."

"This is not an illusion. The cracks are getting bigger and longer every day, from just a small gap to finger-length cracks that are so deep that they almost go through the bed."

"If there is someone on her upper bunk, Xiaofang will definitely remind the upper bunk that the bed is dangerous. But her upper bunk just went home to recuperate not long ago, and there is only an empty bed above her head. The crack is getting bigger and bigger, As it got longer and longer, Xiaofang began to feel strange at night. Usually, she would have to carry things for a long time before she fell asleep when she came back at night, but now when it gets dark and the lights are turned off, she will soon fall asleep, and when she wakes up, her nails are always It's dark. And her spirit has also become bad, she has slept all night, but it's like she didn't sleep, she often dozes off in class, and her grades plummet."

"But what's strange is that when Xiaofang asked her roommate, she said, 'You go to bed very late every day, and you keep grabbing things, making us so noisy that we can't sleep.'"

"Xiaofang vowed to figure it out. She didn't sleep that day and hid a small flashlight. When the familiar drowsiness came after the lights were turned off, she struggled to turn on the flashlight a second before she fell into a coma."

"Then Xiaofang saw a pale grimace smiling at her from the crack of the bed above her head."

"The next moment a grimace streamed down and covered Xiaofang's face. Immediately afterwards, her body was out of control, and she began to dig the crack on top of her head frantically. The crack had been dug so big that it could fit a fist in. The rustling and scratching sounded all night. The next day, the roommates found that Xiaofang’s head was stuck in the crack, but her body was under the crack, her neck was squeezed in the crack, and her flesh was bloody.”

"No one knows how she got her head out through such a small gap."

Every time a ghost story is told, the yin in the dormitory becomes deeper. All kinds of weird and terrifying sounds come and go, and those who are not determined may be tortured madly. And the ghost stories are getting more and more terrifying, but after everyone tells it, they will be laughed at by the others. No ghost story can scare them.

In other words, these stories can only scare people, not ghosts.

The task of Tiankeng is not only to participate in the ghost story meeting, but also to scare most people in the dormitory. Wu Rong was not given too much time to think. After bed No. 6 finished speaking, it was his turn to be the next one.

"Wu Rong, it's your turn."

Wu Rong, it's your turn.

it's your turn.

Malicious ravings resounded around Wu Rong, and an eerie ghostly aura enveloped him. It seemed that there were thousands of undead and countless ghosts in this dormitory, all staring at him faintly.

The tiankeng task really hides many pits.

Wu Rong stood up.

The "most of them exist" mentioned in the mission, it is estimated that in addition to these seven roommates, there are also those invisible dead souls. Even if all the roommates are frightened, if the proportion of the dead souls is not frightened enough, he will still not be able to complete the task and will die.

Wu Rong walked to the window and glanced out. He seemed to be silent for too long, which made some beings unhappy. A cold, temperatureless body stuck to his back, and said faintly:

"What are you looking at."

"Read ghost stories."

Wu Rong stepped aside: "Look."

The golden red flames were scorching, and the Taoist priest holding a mahogany sword walked towards the dormitory building step by step. His face was stern, his pupils were bright, he was not in a hurry, and he came all the way. The ghostly green ghost fire lingered around him, it was the last ray of light remaining in the human world of the ghost who was completely beaten to death. But now, large expanses of green will-o'-the-wisps illuminate the darkness like an aurora, and in the eyes of ghosts, they are more cruel and horrifying than mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Standing among the intertwined golden red flames and ghostly green ghost fires, Fu Qing's murderous intent is enshrined in Fu Qing's body. He is like a sharp sword unsheathed with a terrifying aura, trying to wipe out all ghosts and demons in the world.

The back was quiet, and the whole dormitory was also quiet.

Wu Rong: "Are you afraid?"