MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 35

【First day task completed】

When the message of mission completion conveyed by Tiankeng consciousness appeared in Wu Rong's mind, the dormitory he was in also became extraordinarily quiet and peaceful. The electric fan turned slowly and steadily, the white and green walls were clean, and the air was filled with the fragrance of toilet water. All the yin and ghosts disappeared, and the dormitory was even a little hot at night in midsummer.

"I am a little scared."

The **** bed 1 whispered, "Let's go to sleep."

"Ha, hahaha, people really can't be judged by appearances. I didn't expect Wu Rong that you would know such a scary ghost story. Ha, haha."

The **** bed 2 laughed a bit stiffly.

"Can we stop talking about woo woo?"

The **** bed 3 cried: "I'm afraid I won't see the sun tomorrow if I continue talking."

"Wu Rong, stop talking, stop talking, everyone is scared."

The **** bed number 4 let out a ding ding, completely admitting she was scared.

The girls in beds 5 and 6 were silent, and there was a snoring sound from the bulging quilt, as if they fell asleep in seconds, but the snoring sound was a bit fake.

"Rongrong."

On bed No. 8, Chi Fangfang got out of the bed, walked quickly to Wu Rong, took his hand, blocked him behind her, and whispered firmly: "Rong, Rong Rong, don't be afraid, I really meet you!" Come on, if that happens, I will protect you!"

"go to sleep."

Wu Rong said indifferently, looking out of the window, he happened to meet Fu Qing downstairs. The two looked at each other, Fu Qing nodded. Ignoring the vigilant dormitory aunt who was staring at her like a tiger, she bypassed the dormitory area and headed towards the west. He had been walking for a long time, but Wu Rong could still feel the hot and warm fire. He was so hot that his nerves were tense and it was difficult to fall asleep.

The women's dormitory was overcast, and when the temperature dropped in the middle of the night, Wu Rong lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, but did not fall asleep.

On the side next to the wall, behind the wall, the sound of scratching the wall was faintly heard from the position below. It's not big, but there's a sound after a while, like someone scratching the wall with long nails behind the wall, and it's like long and hard limbs sticking to the front and walking. The tip should be very sharp, so that the wall can be scratched to make such a sound. But dormitory No. 444 is the last dormitory on the fourth floor, and the wall Wu Rong is leaning against is the outer wall of the dormitory building, so there should be no people there.

Unless there is something that climbed up the outer wall of the dormitory building in the dead of night, stuck to the wall, and scratched the wall with its fingers and claws, it would make such a sound. And the sound was gradually approaching the height where Wu Rong was. At first, it was downwards, and it became more and more upward. The subtle scratching sound pierced the eardrum like a wire, which could not be ignored at all.

Finally, when the scratching sound from outside the wall reached Wu Rong's level, the sound disappeared.

Silence, silence, there is a deeper fear in the silence. There seemed to be something lying there outside the wall, motionless, peeping inward through the wall viciously. There is an inconspicuous hole on the wall next to Wu Rong, it's not big, it's thinner than a finger. I don't know who poked it out, it was extremely cold, as if there were gusts of wind blowing from outside.

swish swish.

The little green snake yawned, Doudou glanced at the wall, and tilted his head, not knowing what it was that disturbed the people so much. It crawled to Wu Rong's pillow, curled up in a circle, vomited and closed the snake letter, and slept soundly.

The dormitory became quieter. The original sound of the roommates turning over due to the heat has disappeared, and they all lie quietly on the bed, very peaceful.

swish swish.

The black rock tarantula crawled out of the clay pot, climbed onto the wall that Wu Rong was leaning against, and resolutely scratched the wall twice with its forelimbs, then tapped the wall with its tip threateningly. It crawled up and down the wall, looking for a comfortable place to spin its net. Finally, it settled on the small hole in the wall that was constantly catching the wind. The black rock tarantula already likes dark and cold places, just like Laomiao Cave.

The small hole in the wall made it feel very friendly. It beat on the hole for a long time to confirm that it was already a big spider. After it couldn't get in, the big spider still refused to give up.

It spins silk and piles it under the small hole, weaving a small platform of silk. Then, lying in the silk pocket, he slowly explored the entrance of the cave with his hind limbs. After exploring for a while, the little spider backed up slowly and cautiously like a lady, and finally sat down in the small cave with satisfaction. Tuck in both hind legs and the tip of the butt.

The scratching outside the wall disappeared.

But after such a toss, Wu Rong lost her sleepiness. He looked at his left arm, unconsciously thinking of the method Su Xiaomi taught him in the ghost market.

The gold needle and gold thread to seal the five senses is a secret method of Longhushan School that is not widely known. It is specially used to target the terrifying ghosts and ghosts. It consumes a lot of energy. extremely precious. A golden needle can immobilize evil spirits, let alone seal the five senses. Gold is stable and pure, and it is the best container for trapping ghosts. The newly captured ghosts brought back by ghost hunters from the ghost domain will be put into pure gold boxes, sealed with golden water and cinnabar, and wrapped with ink strings, leaving no gaps.

The golden needle and golden thread seal the five senses, the damage of the big ghost is not fatal immediately, but relying on the stability of the gold, it is slowly polished over a long period of time, until finally the ghost energy is completely lost, and his soul flies away. will give up. In the same way, being able to keep the five senses sealed and not die, and even being able to crush the thunder with one hand when he was born is enough to show how strong the big ghost is in the era of complete victory.

Even though he doesn't even have ghostly and yin energy now, he can't even solidify his appearance, like a cloud of smoke that is about to dissipate. But a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and now the big ghost can stay on Wu Rong's left arm at ease, but it may not be so after the seal is released. Maybe a good guest will become an evil host, and many troubles will arise. Although the two had already signed a blood contract, the blood contract itself was the most barbaric and simple contract, and the ghost breeder was most likely to be influenced by ghosts.

Although most of the ghost raisers will be assimilated by evil ghosts in the end, and eventually die of backlash. But the blood pact can affect a living person to be bloodthirsty, cruel, and ruthless. But the ghost raiser can't feel his abnormality. When they are outside, they are no different from ordinary people, but they can calmly, smile and commit tragic situations such as insane massacres.

"Blood pacts, most of them will become demons in human skin"

So Wu Rong planned to communicate with the big ghost in his arm first to judge its attitude. If the big ghost is too cruel and demented, it will threaten his life. Then simply leave it alone, looking at the current situation, it may not be long before he will collapse naturally.

After repeating Su Xiaomi's method several times silently in his mind, Wu Rong knew it well. He pressed the blood-stained paper crane under the pillow. This was the first talisman paper crane that Fu Qing gave him before he fell off the cliff, and it was also the one he picked up on his own initiative when the ghost at the bottom of the cliff first came into contact with Wu Rong. A paper crane. With the paper crane on his pillow, Wu Rong bit the tip of his tongue, stained with blood from the tip of his tongue, and smeared a spot of blood on the upper and lower sections of the ghost pattern on his left arm.

Sen Leng's chill oozes from his left arm, and within a few seconds it becomes as cold as a block of ice. The temperature in the dormitory plummeted, as if a huge and terrifying force was about to wake up. Taking advantage of Wu Rong's pillow on her left arm, she closed her eyes and said silently.

According to the normal procedure, the name of the ghost should be recited silently here. But Wu Rong didn't know his name yet, so he only sketched his appearance when they first met in his mind.

His black hair was like a waterfall, his face was like ice and snow, he was dressed in blood, and his body was covered in scars.

Suddenly, Wu Rong's body fell downwards, as if the bed had turned into a bottomless abyss. The feeling of weightlessness surrounded him, and the piercing cold wind rushed in like a sea tide, as if someone was screaming and roaring in his ears, and the noise of ravings sounded, and when it reached the extreme, it was like white noise buzzing ring. A sense of gloom and cold permeates from the cracks in the bones, and the vague smell of blood lingers in the nose.

Wu Rong couldn't help it, and let out a trembling breath. The blood rushed to his face, engulfing him in an instant. With a firm foot, the fall finally came to an end. Wu Rong opened his eyes.

He came to the world of the big ghost.

Even Wu Rong was surprised by the sight after opening his eyes, the big ghost was not in front of him, and what he saw was a devastated land. The tall buildings collapsed and decayed, the broken steel bars were exposed, twisted and ferociously pointing towards the blood-colored sky. Human beings have multiplied for thousands of years, and the modern civilization created by them has been destroyed. The concrete pavement cracked, exposing the crimson and turbulent soil underground. Pale bone claws protrude from the ground, and skeletons crawl out of **** and come to the world.

Wu Rong didn't expect to see such a scene, and even doubted Su Xiaomi for a moment. After all, what he taught should be the method of communicating with big ghosts. This method is actually very common, especially for ghost raisers who raise wild ghosts. will use this method.

Wanting to raise a ghost is to some extent equivalent to finding a cohabitant. People who raise family ghosts are like inviting their sons and daughters to live with them at home, and generally they will not be rejected. For those ghost breeders who are revived by supernatural powers, ghosts are born from strong Yin Qi, as long as they promise to feed enough ghost Qi to the ghosts, usually the ghosts will not refuse.

And those rare ghosts and evil spirits that are condensed with resentment after death have the highest potential and are the most difficult to raise. These ghosts usually have obsessions before death, and they still have obsessions after death. At this time, the ghost raiser needs to communicate with the ghost, enter the deepest part of the ghost's memory, and figure out what his obsession is. After solving it, he can raise the ghost smoothly.

For Wu Rong, this is equivalent to getting on the bus first and then buying the ticket. The order is reversed, but it's not bad.

The biggest problem at present is that Wu Rong can't see what the big ghost's obsession is, and he hasn't even found the big ghost.

Walking through this blood-stained land, it seems to be the early days of a psychic recovery. Wu Rong saw that the ground was full of turbulent blood mud and bones brought out, and Wu Rong noticed that the bones in the soil would retract into the soil when he passed by, very agile.

In the memory of most ghosts, there are only scenes or things that they have the deepest obsession with, and everything else is a blurred outline. But when Wu Rong looked around, he could see the blood-eyed crows circling in the sky, polluted by Yin Qi, the rolling and desolate mountains in the distance, guarding the dilapidated town in front of him, looking tired and disheveled, silent and defensive in the trenches Soldiers, and a few tanks that slowly drove out.

This is like a real world. In the early stage of spiritual recovery, the tragic scene of human beings fighting ghosts is vivid on the paper. The stronger the ghost, the clearer his memory will be, but it's too exaggerated like a big ghost. Wu Rong originally thought that the place where the big ghost had the deepest obsession was either the source of his lingering scars, or when his five senses were blocked by golden needles and golden threads.

But I didn't expect that the memory of the big ghost would be a whole world.

boom—

Deafening thunder came from the eastern sky, and the thick and dense clouds seemed to have been split by a thunderbolt. The cold wind blew away the hot and oppressive air, and the patter of raindrops fell.

It rained blood all over the sky.

As the blood rained down, Wu Rong found that his figure was fading. The ghostly yin qi contained in the blood rain is too strong, it will arouse the yin qi in Wu Rong's body, and make him get out of this dream state, and he will be repelled after a while. Wu Rong didn't want to leave yet, so with a second thought, he appeared in the ruins of the town. Here is a dream, he can come and go freely.

It is said to be a small town, but its development is similar to that of a city, with central shopping malls and skyscrapers. But the broken and collapsed buildings stretched from the edge of the town to the center. The ground where Wu Rong was standing now collapsed and subsided, and the ground faults formed a huge, irregular ellipse. It was as if some terrifying giant had passed through the town, leaving behind a series of giant footprints that sank deep enough to be hugged by a hundred people.

Under the footprints, the smashed buildings were stained with blood and mud, and an unknown number of people died.

Wu Rong hid in a shop that was still in good condition, probably because of the rain of blood, his originally transparent and illusory figure became solid, with a layer of pearly color, like a newly dead ghost.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the ground, grabbed Wu Rong's ankle and pulled him into the ground.

"Young man, why are you so reckless, you'll go crazy and turn into a ghost if you're drenched in blood!"

The reprimand sounded chilly and cold, but not malicious. Wu Rong suppressed the thought of attacking with a backhand, and looked behind her. I saw a pearl-colored old man with a concerned expression on his face. His upper body was normal, but his lower body was crushed into a puddle of blood.

The uncle is also a ghost, but he doesn't have the resentment of a ghost on his body. He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his expression is peaceful.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a complete young man, he looks a bit unfamiliar."

The uncle shook his head regretfully: "He came to our place to travel, it's so pitiful, but since they are all ghosts, don't worry about it so much."

"If you have too much resentment, you will become those irrational bloodthirsty monsters. Let's go, I will take you to meet everyone."

Along the way, the old man said, Wu Rong listened and figured out the current time.

This is estimated to be the initial stage of spiritual recovery, the time when the seven tiankengs descended, and the world's darkest energy was the thickest. During this period of time, even if there is no obsession and resentment after death, the soul will be infected by Yin Qi and become a ghost.

"Everyone in the town is dying, and everyone is here."

The uncle babbled: "When it's not raining, everyone will go out to help those People's Liberation Army. They are all good guys, and they really suffered for us."

Ghosts can ignore most buildings and entities. The uncle led Wu Rong through the ground, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, he emerged upwards. Wu Rong estimated the route in his mind, this place should be the commercial square in the center of the town. Coming out of the ground, the place where ghosts are in is the most comfortable and comfortable cold and dark place. Cardboard boxes full of goods occupy most of the space, only the central one has been cleared out.

This should be the cold storage of a large shopping mall.

"Lao Yang, you're finally back, and it's raining blood outside again, so you're so worried about us—ah, why did someone disappear again. You're still such a young and handsome guy."

"He died so completely!"

Chattering and bustling, thirty or forty pearl-colored ghosts gathered in the cold storage, sitting or standing, ignoring most of their tattered and horrific bodies, as if they were alive. Among the ghost crowd, a ghost whose head was crushed and could not see his facial features hurriedly squeezed out, anxiously floated towards the old man, and said nervously: "Lao Yang, have you seen Jiayan, how is he, is he still alive? "

"Of course, of course, of course he is still alive. Xiao Chen is driving a tank. He is very handsome."

"That's good."

The ghost breathed a sigh of relief, and the voice sounded like a woman in her fifties, and she recited Amitabha: "It's okay, it's okay..."

Suddenly, the aunt ghost's tone changed, threatening: "You didn't tell him I was dead, did you?!"

"No, no, why would I talk nonsense."

"If you die, you are dead, and if you hide it, you are dead."

A resentful young male voice came: "I hate, I hate, my parents were eaten by the **** **** ghost, I want to kill it too! Kill it!"

"Guoqing, why are you offending again?"

The firepower of the aunt ghost immediately shifted: "Look at how dark you are, if you get darker, everyone can only hand you over to little master Kuchan!"

A ghost without resentment has a pearly white body, while a ghost infected with resentment will turn black, and finally become an irrational, crazy and bloodthirsty evil ghost. Everyone present died unexpectedly, and there was more or less black resentment on their bodies, but the young ghost who spoke just now had the thickest black, and his soul and body turned dark gray, which continued to deepen.

Seeing this, other people came to persuade him, and a young female ghost hugged him and coaxed him in a low voice: "Guoqing, don't complain, let's not complain, ah."

"Auntie, I hate it so much, I hate it so much."

Two lines of blood and tears flowed down the face of the ghost named Guoqing, crying uncontrollably: "It was fine the day before yesterday, everything was fine, why did it suddenly become like this, why, exactly why."

"Don't hate, don't hate."

There was a low weeping sound, and his words aroused the sadness of the ghosts. The young female ghost was also crying, she hugged him even tighter, and comforted him softly: "Don't hate him so badly, don't cause trouble for them."

"Sooner or later, everyone will die."

The young ghost said bitterly, and was suddenly slapped.

"Don't talk nonsense, the People's Liberation Army will protect us."

A seemingly respectable old ghost hated iron for being weak, and said solemnly: "They are risking their lives and still guarding outside, you are talking **** about frustration!"

Pure souls are the most coveted food for ghosts. Once the armed forces above are withdrawn, these ghosts in the cold storage will immediately become the food of evil ghosts and be torn apart and devoured.

Even though it is known that the people in this town are dead and gone, the armed police and soldiers above are still sticking to it.

The spiritual recovery came, and the signals everywhere were interrupted. They were like being trapped on an isolated island, and they could only stick to their homes behind them until they died.

'Hee hee hee'

'clack cluck'

'Ha ha'

The faint sound of laughter came from afar, desolate and sharp, but it was obviously laughter, but it was more permeating than howling, and the scalp was numb. Uncle Yang's expression changed when he heard this: "No, the blood rain has stopped, and the brats have come out again!"

"We have to go and help them!"

Wu Rong seemed to have strayed into history as a passer-by, witnessing the tragedy repeating itself. He followed the ghosts back to the ground in a hurry. After a rain of blood, the color of the land became more and more blood-red, and the yin energy was overwhelming. As soon as the ghosts rushed up, some of them couldn't bear the heavy yin energy and dissipated in the air. The remaining ghosts had no time to cry and mourn, and rushed to the battlefield outside the town.

It is difficult to describe the cruel scene in front of me at this moment. The magic seems to have fallen into reality. Thousands of pale bones crawled out of the ground, densely packed, and rushed towards the town like a wave of bones. What greeted them was the sound of guns resounding through the sky and the earth, the scorching flames tore through the thick fog, and the gushing tongues of flames engulfed the bones. Landmines one after another, the deafening explosion and dazzling flames not only shattered the bones, but also shattered the souls of innocent people.

Ghosts are afraid of explosions and bright lights, but in front of the sea of ​​ghosts and skeletons coming one after another, the line of defense is as fragile as a layer of paper. Modern weapons are particularly weak at this time. Some of the soldiers at the front line had no time to evacuate, and were torn apart and swallowed by the swarming ghosts, leaving no souls behind.

There can't be only thirty or forty people in the town in the freezer. Most of them are eaten by ghosts.

boom—

boom—

The tank cover moved back, and the officer commanded with a hoarse voice. He didn't rest for a moment for three days and three nights, but now, the town behind him was about to lose its hold.

"Good words!"

Aunt Ghost exclaimed, and rushed up desperately. A young armed policeman in the trench who was covering the retreat of his teammates was grabbed by the ankle by the skeleton, and before he could raise his gun to shoot, four or five skeletons pounced on him, their bones and sharp claws gleaming coldly, trying to tear him apart and swallow him. The young armed policeman gritted his teeth, with a resolute expression on his dusty and distressed face, seeing that he could not escape, he simply pushed his teammates away, and rushed towards the skeletons to buy time for his companions.

But what he bumped into was not the bones and sharp claws, but a cloud of cold, but extraordinarily gentle wind. The air-conditioning resisted the skeleton, just like he saved his teammates just now, and pushed the young armed policeman back. Where the young armed police could not see, the woman's ghost was torn to pieces by the bones, and at the last moment of annihilation, she was still worried and looked in his direction.

The armed police, who had always been **** and injured, looked resolute, and wept at this moment. Hot tears washed away the blood mud on his face, and the greenness of his face under the ashes did not fade. Before he graduated from the Armed Police Academy, he had already carried a gun on the battlefield.

"Mother…"

The Bone Skeleton, who was blocked for a while, did not hesitate for a moment, and rushed towards him again. No matter how fast a person retreats, it is no match for a ghost. Not only the young armed policemen, but also countless young or old soldiers who were at the rear gritted their teeth and turned around resolutely at this moment, sacrificing themselves and using their flesh and blood to fight for even a second of time for their companions.

Flesh builds walls.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

At this moment, the solemn and solemn Buddha's name sounded from the rear of the army! The brilliant golden Buddha's radiance soared, like a Buddha descending into the world, spreading in all directions. The Buddha's light brushed over Wu Rong, even though he did not really come to this world, at this moment, he seemed to see a golden Buddha with a smile, pity and compassion appeared in the air at this moment. The golden Buddha's light spread like the waves, this must be an eminent monk with extremely deep cultivation, in order to exert the power of the six-character mantra to the extreme.

Little Master of Kuzen.

Wu Rong remembered what the ghosts said just now, Kuchan, with the same title, the master is probably still a child in this era, but he has already achieved such profound attainments.

The Buddha's light enveloped this place, and the skeletons stood in place one by one, no longer moving. Suddenly they fell like crops of cut wheat, and the bones broke and turned into piles of bone balls. It was as if all the wronged souls inside had been saved, and they had all turned into ordinary bones.

But it's not a victory.

Thick and foul-smelling blood suddenly filled the sky, and the scarlet blood radiated through the sky. Immediately afterwards, a huge, bleeding blood-red bone giant claw brazenly stalemate with the Buddha's light, and then - crushed the golden Buddha.

The blood that had just been purged by the Buddha's light surged up again, and a **** skeleton could be vaguely seen standing in the blood mist. Its body was terrifying and dangerous to the extreme, and its bones were carved like ruby. It's just a skeleton standing there, it's powerful and mighty like an abyss like an ocean, it's extremely frightening! An unprecedented sense of trembling surged from Wu Rong's heart and spread to all limbs.

ghost king.

This is the ghost king!

Even if this is just the memory of the big ghost and not real, the terrifying power of that scarlet skeleton should not be underestimated despite the space of time. No wonder there will be a rain of blood and an endless army of bones. The whole town and the army have all fallen into the haunted domain of the ghost king! If it wasn't for Ku Chan's attack, I'm afraid the ghost king would still be teasing and playing like a cat catching a mouse, and would only swallow it in one gulp when all the souls fell into despair.

Wu Rong curled her fingers unconsciously, clenched her fists, stood up straight, and looked in the direction of the ghost king. He is now in the state of a soul body, which is similar to the existence of the ghost boy who came out of his body when he fell off the cliff that day. The moment the Skeleton Ghost King appeared, an unstoppable, morbid hunger gushed out from the depths of Wu Rong's soul.

Hungry, very hungry.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the crimson skull in the blood mist seems to be looking at him.

"Bone Ghost King, this is not the place for you to wreak havoc."

A childish and majestic voice came from the rear of the army, and a young monk in gray robes stepped out of the crowd. He held a string of prayer beads in his hand, his lips were red and his teeth were white, like a boy before Buddha. It's just that the young monk's face turned pale. Obviously, the shredded Buddha's light caused him a lot of backlash.

Even so, facing the ghost king, he didn't take half a step back, and said loudly:

"Grandmaster Fu has left the customs and is about to arrive at Qingwu Cliff. If you don't fade away, this is where you will be buried today!"

"Jie Jie, the yellow-mouthed child's hair is not fully grown, but he is quite rampant."

Bone Ghost King Jie Jie laughed out loud with a dark and venomous tone. At the level of the ghost king, the cunning and wisdom of ghosts are no less than that of humans. Even so, seeing the blood mist that shrouded the small town shrink and gather, and he returned to the Bone Ghost King, it can be seen that he is particularly afraid of Master Fu whom Kuchan said.

"Do you think you have backup, but I don't?"

The Bone Ghost King was arrogant and arrogant, and suddenly pointed in Wu Rong's direction.

"Come out!"