MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 36

The little monk's expression was fixed, he didn't look in the direction pointed by the Bone Ghost King, and said slowly: "Don't pretend to be a ghost, this kind of trick is too old-fashioned."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, a trick?"

The Bone Ghost King laughed rudely, and yelled in disdain: "You don't even know that you were mixed into the crowd by the Ghost King, what kind of soul boy are you calling yourself!"

"Hey, no matter who you are, cooperate with me, and you and I will swallow up this tender little monk!"

Wu Rong stood where he was, his eyes darkened. The big ghost's dream is so real that people inside can even see Wu Rong and interact with him. Just like the ghosts before, and the Bone Ghost King now. This makes a point.

The big ghost was really immersed in this dream, and blended in, as if he was really living in this memory. Therefore, Wu Rong, who has a blood contract with the big ghost, is equivalent to actually coming to this dream, and can be noticed by the people in the dream.

In this way, the big ghost is definitely the core and most important character in this scene, and his every move will affect the development of the dream.

Will it be the Bone Ghost King?

Wu Rong looked at the scarlet skeleton, Qingwuya was the site of the battle between the Bone Ghost King and Master Fu. Wu Rong vaguely remembered the vision he saw when he swallowed Guitong's finger bones when he fell. The earth was filled with blood and mud, and under the blood mud was a scarlet skeleton. The time and place can match. If this skeleton grows **** hair and puts on clothes, will it look like a big ghost with red clothes and black hair?

No, it's not.

The tip of Wu Rong's nose moved slightly.

The Bone Ghost King is also very fragrant, like a pot of extremely delicious braised pork ribs, cut out the best meat quality short ribs, stewed soft and delicious, and the bones are covered with red and shiny sauce. With a light sip, the crispy and delicious meat will melt in your mouth. The crispy bone will not bite the teeth, it is crisp and delicious.

But he has a different taste from the big ghost.

Since it is not a big ghost, can I eat the ghost in my dream?

Wu Rong began to think about this question.

Although it is estimated that there is no realistic effect, but he is really hungry now, it would be good if he could taste it, and it would not raise his yin energy.

And dreams are recurring.

Could this Bone Ghost King be able to eat it over and over again?

Wu Rong took a step forward.

"Yes, that's it! You and I attack back and forth, and I can share the most tender meat of the little monk with you!"

The Bone Ghost King Yi Dezhi laughed loudly: "You are very suitable for my Bone's temper!"

Wu Rong took another step. Hunger prompted an invisible and cold force to gestate and grow deep in his body, just like the extremely cold and icy aura that grew in his body when he saw Fu Qing's Zhengyang fire from a distance. At this moment, he In the state of the soul body, the strange, trembling cold came back, occupying his limbs and bones, in a destructive posture, it seemed that something was about to break through the shackles of the soul and conceived.

The fingertips felt numb, and Wu Rong subconsciously rubbed them. The next moment, there suddenly ignited a glimmer of cold and eerie fire.

The flame on the fingertips was extremely weak, three points thinner than a candle flame, erratic and fragile, as if it would be extinguished at any time. But with this ray of fire, the moment the bone ghost king ignited, the blood mist around the bone ghost king suddenly filled the sky, and then suddenly tightened, and the bone ghost king's unbelievable roar sounded in the thick blood fog.

"Impossible, why do you have the eclipse fire!"

"Who are you!"

There was a trace of fear and panic in the depths of his voice, like a bone meeting a dog, a mouse meeting a natural enemy, as if the wisp of fire was an extremely terrifying thing. The dense blood mist rose like a curtain covering the sky and the earth, and it was threatening to kill Wu Rong. But in the next moment, the Bone Ghost King made a movement that no one expected.

He turned around and ran away!

A skeleton wrapped in blood mist suddenly flew into the distance, flying like a red blood arrow, and it flew into the sky in a blink of an eye. But in the next instant—

Boom!

The deafening thunder burst the sky, and the rumbling sound was continuous, making people jump with fear and throat dry. A purple electric light filled with darkness and dead silence appeared behind the blood cloud, and slashed at the Bone Ghost King with the might of thunder.

Boom!

The blood mist that had fled so fast just now rushed back at a faster speed and fell to the same place. The dense blood mist dissipated, and it was more than half lighter than before! The bones of the Bone Ghost King crackled in pain, and roared angrily at the sky: "Old-nosed old man, don't you dare to hit Grandpa again!"

As he wished, a mahogany sword shadow wrapped in thick purple lightning swung down coldly, cutting through the thick cloud of blood. The power of the sword far surpassed that of pure thunder, and it tore apart most of the ghost realm of the Bone Ghost King. The blood cloud sky split open, revealing the normal, leaden sky outside. The soil on the ground covered with blood mud returned to its original color, and the blood pool evaporated and disappeared. Looking down at the earth, it looks like a yin and yang fish, half of which is the earthy color that has returned to normal, and half of it is the area where the Bone Ghost King is, still full of scarlet blood.

Feeling something, Wu Rong looked towards the end of the earth.

A young Taoist priest in elegant Taoist robes walked slowly with a mahogany sword in his hand. He seemed to come out in a hurry, and he didn't even have time to tie his long hair, so he simply tied it up with a bamboo hairpin. The wind and cloud stirred his sleeves, and the purple electric waves reflected on the mahogany sword. From such a distance, you can't see his face clearly, but you can feel that although his figure is a little thin, he is more like a crane and a bamboo, and he is as handsome as an immortal.

Such a person does not seem to be good at fighting. It seems that he should open a forum in a Taoist temple to give lectures, and should hold a cinnabar red pen to draw mysterious talismans. But when he killed the Bone Ghost King one by one with one sword, the murderous aura on his body that was as sharp as a knife seemed to be able to cut people's skin.

Kill the embryo!

"Grandmaster Fu is here!"

Hearing the voices of the surviving soldiers, Wu Rong was overjoyed and relaxed, and seeing the exhausted people sitting on the ground exhausted and drowsy, it seemed that as long as this person was there, there was nothing to be afraid of, nothing to worry about. Even if the enemy is the terrifying bone ghost king.

Just as ordinary people trust them, they also trust the person who is fighting the Bone Ghost King.

"Amitabha."

An immature Buddha's chant sounded beside Wu Rong: "This benefactor looks a bit unfamiliar."

Wu Rong withdrew his gaze and looked down at the little monk. At this time, Kuchan looked only twelve or thirteen years old, and his monk clothes were a bit out of place. He rolled up his sleeves, and on his wrist was a string of relic beads.

"This is the relic of the master."

Kuchan twirled the Buddha beads, thoughtfully: "I have a fate with the donor, but it is not the fate at this time."

"Dare to ask why the benefactor came?"

The young monk's quiet and wise eyes only reveal a little curiosity that should belong to his age when he asks questions.

Why?

"I'm looking for a ghost."

When Wu Rong lowered his head, he saw his body becoming more and more translucent. It was almost time to leave, but he still hadn't found the big ghost yet. Could it be said that the big ghost is the grandfather or elder of the Bone Ghost King, and when the Bone Ghost King is beaten up or killed, he will come out to confront Grandmaster Fu and others after his grandson has been beaten?

"I want to know his obsession."

"Obsession."

The little monk talked to himself, seeming to realize something: "We are all obsessed."

"Benefactor, the person you are looking for is here, but not here."

The little monk murmured, staring deeply at Wu Rong with his star-like bright eyes, his gaze looked from his forehead to his eyes, and then slipped to the bridge of his nose as if there was substance.

"Why did the monk see two lines on your face?"

"One is to die in anger, to be separated from relatives and friends for a lifetime, to be tortured, to be miserable for half a life, to have nothing to gain, and to achieve great evil and terror in the end, but still not to be free. The other seems to be vague, not like This life is similar to that life, it also suffers from hardships, and all of its hard work ends up in vain, and dies young."

"But you didn't come back from a dead body, and you were born from a house. Strange, strange, the two lines are actually merging, and the collision will produce different futures..."

Suddenly, the little monk closed his eyes, two lines of blood flowed out of his eyes, coughed again and again, and his voice became weak.

"The heavenly secret must not be leaked."

"The fate between me and the benefactor is all here, but the benefactor is destined to be with my future apprentice."

The little monk shook his hands, took off the string of relic beads, and put them gently and firmly in Wu Rong's hands: "If there is a chance to meet in the future, I hope that the benefactor will help me with this string of beads, and I will be very grateful."

As soon as the beads were in his hand, Wu Rong felt a warm current rushing over him. It is milder and more durable than the fierce and hot Zhengyang fire, like a ray of sunshine shining into a dark corner. The sun brushed over his limbs and bones, gently suppressing the continuously surging cold air, the pale flames disappeared, and the hunger that had been tormenting Wu Rong for a long time also disappeared, and his emotions seemed to become peaceful and joyful, and his mind was peaceful.

This is the relic of the eminent monk.

Master Kuchan's master is probably also a great person.

"Try to."

Wu Rong didn't make a promise, but the little master Kuchan in front of him laughed contentedly, and even pushed his hand: "Put it away."

"It's almost over."

The battle between Grandmaster Fu and the Bone Ghost King came to an end. The nine-turn lightning struck the mahogany sword to trigger the sky thunder, like a huge thunderbird, and shot down the Bone Ghost King who had been struggling for a long time. The Bone Ghost King has fought to the limit, all the blood has faded, revealing the white as jade bones, the bone fragments fell like rain, fell heavily into the sticky blood mud, and were swallowed up by the blood mud

The fierce battle of the top powerhouses will naturally affect the surrounding environment. All the land around Master Fu was struck by lightning, the land was scorched black and cracked, and there were many cracks. The bone ghost king's thick blood was consumed by the sky thunder, and the rest was also integrated into the earth during the fierce battle. The scarlet soil was as sticky as blood plasma, and the thick blood energy seemed to be evaporating, and collided with Lei Wei in mid-air, dissipating each other.

"I'm afraid it will take a hundred years for this place to return to normal."

The little monk's voice was in his ears, but Wu Rong only saw the Taoist priest standing on the **** earth. He stood there like a tree in the wilderness, his back was still straight, awe-inspiring and aloof, as if he would never bend. Standing silently with one man and one sword, he stood like an impenetrable city wall, guarding the world devastated by raging ghosts.

The fire ignited, and the residents of the small town had no survivors. Too many corpses could only be gathered and burned to prevent an epidemic after the disaster. The raging flames soared into the sky, accompanied by the sound of the little monk reciting the "Ksitigarbha Sutra", wishing the dead to enter reincarnation as soon as possible. Wu Rong was also floating upwards, his body became lighter and lighter, like a ray of breeze, and like a light bubble.

He was about to leave this dream and return to reality. In a trance, Wu Rong saw the blood gather again, and the soldiers and soldiers returned to the defense line. The young armed policeman who died came back to life, his dirty face was full of determination, and he lay tensely in the trench, aiming his gun at a distance. More soldiers like him stood firmly at the entrance of the town like a steel city wall. In the shadows of the collapsed buildings in the small town, pearl-colored ghosts looked anxiously at the battlefield, silently praying for the survivors.

As the rain of blood fell, Grandmaster Fu's figure dissipated like smoke, and large pieces of skeletons crawled out of the **** mud, staggering towards humans.

"Fire!"

The dream created by obsession is repeating itself, but Wu Rong has already left. He slowly opened his eyes on bed No. 7 in dormitory No. 444. The sun was shining brightly, and the little green snake coiled beside his pillow, sleeping soundly. The early-rising black rock tarantula was busy, and without breakfast, it could only clean up and eat the web that had been knotted on the wall last night, then climbed back into the clay pot by itself, and closed the lid with a snap of its flexible forelimbs.

Wu Rong felt a little panic at the back of his head, he sat up and touched under the pillow, his hand suddenly stopped.

In addition to the blood-stained paper crane, there is also a string of relic beads under the pillow.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, a butterfly dreams of Zhuang Zhou, which one is true and which one is false.

It is estimated that there are very few people in the world who can be like Master Kuchan.

"Rongrong, you're awake!"

The dormitory door was pushed open with a squeak, Chi Fangfang poked her head in, and whispered shyly, "Go and wash up, there is a statue exhibition in the art building today, didn't you always want to go—"

"Come on, Chi Fangfang, look at your virtue, with the smell of a toilet, who wants to stand with you."

The girl with chestnut hair sneered, pushed away Chi Fangfang who was standing stiffly at the door, returned to the dormitory with the toiletries, and looked Wu Rong up and down. The originally scrutinizing eyes shrank when they met his dark pupils, and his momentum weakened, and he said unwillingly: "Wu Rong, when did you approach Teacher Ye, huh?"

"Ms. Ye?"

On bed No. 1, the head of the dormitory who was taking care of him wondered, "Isn't Mr. Ye the English teacher of the sharp knife class? He's not on the same floor as us."

"Say it."

The girl with chestnut hair was aggressive and gritted her teeth: "Wu Rong, are you dating Teacher Ye!"

"Otherwise, why would he wait for you downstairs in the dormitory!"

Fu Qing is waiting for him downstairs in the dormitory?

Wu Rong was taken aback, and put away the Buddhist beads and her belongings. It just so happened that he hadn't received the sinkhole reward for completing the mission last night, so he could go with Fu Qing.

Seeing that Wu Rong ignored her, the chestnut-haired girl's face was distorted, revealing a hint of resentment, and the next moment she glanced down.

"Ah! Snake, there is a snake! Why is there a snake here!"

Hiss!

While the chestnut-haired girl was jumping and screaming, Wu Rong picked up the little green snake and passed by her. When she reached the door, she passed by in silence, her eyes were red, as if Chi Fangfang, who felt inferior and sad because of what the chestnut-haired girl said just now, He paused.

"let's have dinner tonight."

The tragedy at Liuyang Vocational High School started when Chi Fangfang disappeared in the early morning of the third day. After that, several people in dormitory No. 444 either jumped off the building or went crazy until they all disappeared, but there was no record of Wu Rong in the data. Wu Rong is also a taciturn girl who is often bullied by her classmates and her only friend is Chi Fangfang. After the dormitory 444 was annihilated, she also disappeared, but no one can tell when she disappeared and how she died.

Wu Rong wants to find out the truth of the matter before Chi Fangfang dies.

"Well! It's a deal!"

Hearing what he said, Chi Fangfang couldn't believe it at first, then quickly nodded her head heavily, as if she was afraid that he would return, the girl smiled through her tears. The seemingly ordinary girl looks a little cute when she smiles.

"Rongrong, you have to be careful."

Wu Rong's attitude gave her confidence. Chi Fangfang took his hand and reminded her in a worried voice: "Ms. Ye, he looks very dangerous. If he wants to do something bad to you, you can Remember to resist and run away."

"This is the chili water I got from the cafeteria yesterday, for your self-defense."

Chi Fangfang stuffed him with a small spray bottle, which contained a light red liquid that looked pungent and irritating. Wu Rong nodded and put it in her schoolbag.

"thanks."

It stands to reason that the day and night of Tiankeng No. 444 are two dimensions. Those classmates and teachers who turned into ghosts in the night will return to normal in the daytime. Unless it is the point in the timeline where they actually died, such as when Chi Fangfang disappeared from the toilet in the early morning of the third day. Otherwise, no matter how many times they were killed, people in Liuyang Vocational High School would not remember what happened at night, and continue their normal campus life the next day as if nothing happened.

Just like the chestnut-haired girls, they don't remember the "Taoist Story" threat they received last night. In this way, Chi Fangfang's different vigilance towards Fu Qing was noticed by Wu Rong. It seems that from the first time she met Fu Qing, she harbored deep hostility towards Fu Qing.

What exactly is this for?

Also, when I was in the dream, the coldness in my body converged to the pale flame that ignited at my fingertips, and the Bone Ghost King blurted out, what is the 'yin eclipse fire' that made him frightened and panicked?

Unconsciously, Wu Rong rubbed his fingertips, thoughtfully. That kind of coldness lurks in his body, and occasionally it will appear with extreme hunger. For example, when devouring the finger bones of a ghost boy, or when paying a big ghost. It seemed that only when he saw Fu Qingzheng Yanghuo last night, the cold also spread, but he didn't feel hungry.

Maybe you can go to Fu Qing to try.

Thinking of the relic beads that she brought out of the dream, Wu Rong felt that the things in the dream were not accidental. That kind of pale flame may be his soul body state, or an ability that can only be used when his yin energy is more abundant, and it is closer to natural instinct.

"Walk."

Sure enough, Fu Qing was waiting for him downstairs in the girls' dormitory. A well-known young and handsome male teacher in the school was waiting downstairs in the girls' dormitory, which naturally attracted countless people's eyes and whispers. But Fu Qing's face was always deserted, as if he didn't care whether it was the attention of all the people or being cast aside by all beings, and nothing in the world could move him. Only when he looked at Wu Rong and confirmed that he was not injured, Fu Qing's eyes would be covered with ice.

"I'll take you to meet someone."

Fu Qing would take the initiative to take him to meet people?

Wu Rong was taken aback for a moment, seeing that Fu Qing was about to leave and grabbed his sleeve.

"I'm going to the art building first."

Yesterday he completed the tiankeng task, and the "one human head" rewarded did not fall directly on Wu Rong's bed, but he had to go to the art building to get it.

What is the tiankeng consciousness, even now the federation can't tell, the most likely thing is the life and death of the resentful ghosts in the tiankeng, a consciousness condensed over the years. There are different consciousnesses in different tiankengs, and the testers will undergo different tests. Some tiankeng consciousness likes to let people do tasks, and some tiankeng consciousness likes to watch the testers kill each other, and only one winner remains in the end.

And the rewards given by the Tiankeng consciousness are naturally from the spirits or ghosts of the Tiankeng. Some things are hidden in secrets, and even if the testers search all over, they can't find them. Only the Tiankeng consciousness knows where they are.

But after the reward appears, you have to hurry up to get it. The tiankeng consciousness just finds things out and lets you get them. But if you go late, the things that are put out may be taken by others first.

Fu Qing understood the priorities, and changed direction as soon as she heard it.

"Let's go."

On the way, Wu Rong turned on the live broadcast. Last night he thought there was a battle, and he didn't want to expose the big ghost. Who would have thought that he could use Fu Qing's power to complete the Tiankeng mission easily.

Since entering the tiankeng, almost all those who are willing to broadcast live have broadcast live. Although the live broadcast room will be disrupted and rearranged from time to time, most of the viewers have determined the live broadcast room they want to watch. After all, You Yingfa is the big anchor of the Douyu live broadcast platform. Although he made a fool of himself in the underground air-raid shelter on the first day, he has a large audience base and many loyal fans. There are nearly ten million fans.

But with such a high popularity, he can only be ranked second. The live broadcast room that ranks first has not even started broadcasting, and the audience in it is twice as large as him!

[The broadcast has started! 】

[What the **** did I see, the No. 3 live broadcast room has started broadcasting again! 】

[Oh my god, the anchor didn't die, I was shocked, how did she do it! 】

[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Ugh, scary, I've never seen such a scary toilet, the host has no heart! 】

[Me too, until now I dare not go to the toilet qaq. Has anyone seen what the black shadow in the toilet facing the sink is, is it a mop or a ghost? 】

[Damn, if I continue, I'm going to commit toilet ptsd! 】

[Convinced, really convinced, on the first day of the live broadcast, I dared to watch the women's dormitory toilet, and even dared to live in the most vicious dormitory No. 444. I am really convinced of the anchor. This is not a cute girl, she is almost the same as a fierce girl! The younger brother is willing to bow down, and the rocket launcher is sent. 】

[I'm so anxious, can someone from the past tell me what happened? Why did the anchor turn off the live broadcast last night? I really want to see what the dormitory No. 444 looks like! 】

[Me too, me too, every time this happens, I really hate the live broadcast platform for not allowing the anchor to watch the bullet screen. Is this to prevent the anchor from fighting or to torture the audience! 】

[I dare to swear that the anchor will be invincible in the future, shit, am I going to witness history? Looking back, I also grew up watching the anchor! 】

[Why didn't anyone notice the person next to the anchor, this looks like a man! 】

[Don't worry, there is absolutely no man who is worthy of the anchor among the trainees in the tiankeng this time. Oh, oh, sweetheart, let's start more live broadcasts, mom wants to see you beating ghosts gently! 】

After Wu Rong opened the live broadcast room, a large number of viewers flocked in, accounting for almost two-thirds of the entire platform. The barrage of gifts frantically swiped the screen, and in a blink of an eye, You Yingfa's live broadcast room was completely suppressed. Not only were the audience eagerly looking forward to it, but the official live broadcast room and the Public Security Bureau explaining the tiankeng also received the news of Wu Rong's broadcast at the first time.

"Amitabha."

Master Kuchan said a Buddhist name, clapped his palms and smiled: "Yesterday, the poor monk had a dream."

"Oh?"

The old Tianshi and others immediately saw that at the level of Master Kuchan, dreams are not just dreams, they usually predict the future.

"What did the master dream about?"

"The poor monk dreamed of the string of Buddhist beads that was lost on the Qingwuya battlefield when he was young."

Master Kuchan shook his head and smiled, "No, I can't say it was lost. I vaguely remember that it was handed over to a predestined person, but I forgot who the predestined person is. I dreamed there again last night."

"Qingwuya Battlefield."

The skinny old man pondered: "Could it be that the Bone Ghost King is about to recover?"

"Master, did you dream about that predestined person?"

Zheng Ju was the first to react: "Who is he, and will it affect the next crossing of the Lantern Ghost King?"

Master Kuchan just smiled, neither agreeing nor disapproving: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed."

…

"There are talents from generation to generation."

In the official live broadcast room, as a special guest, Professor Tong Fuyuan from the Capital Tianda University commented that others have always been objective and introverted, and it is rare to express his appreciation so directly.

"If the tester in the No. 3 live broadcast room is willing to continue his studies, I will welcome him on behalf of the capital Tianda."

Professor Tong Fuyuan is young and handsome, a rare psychic, and has a deep background. At a young age, he is not only a professor of Tianda University in the capital, but also the vice president of Tianda University. His network of contacts is complicated, and even President Lin has to take care of it. His face. Once Tong Fuyuan said this, it was equivalent to directly handing a golden stepping stone to the anchor of No. 3 live broadcast room!

As soon as he said this, the audience went crazy. Countless people squeezed into live broadcast room 3, and the number of people in the live broadcast room doubled again and again. It was like a miracle! At this time, Wu Rong and Fu Qing had already walked to the downstairs of the art room. Seeing the skyrocketing number of people in the live broadcast room and the rain of gifts swiping the screen, Wu Rong had seen it last time, and this time his mentality had stabilized.

But last time he showed the audience the women's dormitory toilet, this time he should also give back to the audience.

"Yesterday I completed the tiankeng mission."

Wu Rongdao, walked up the stairs with Fu Qing.

"Next, I'll show you a human head."

Crazy rewards, one by one the audience in the live broadcast room announced that they have become die-hard fans of the anchor:? ? ? ?

The art building of Liuyang Vocational High School has six floors, each of which belongs to different subjects. The head of the Tiankeng award is on the fourth floor, where the students take the sculpture technique class. There are many student works inside, and most of the sculptures are covered with white cloth.

In the campus ghost stories, there are also many ghost stories in the classroom where the statue is stored. Bloody carving knives, moving statues, students jumping off buildings, etc. But I don't know if it was daytime or because Fu Qing was by my side, Wu Rong arrived in the middle of the classroom smoothly. On the table in the middle, a statue half as tall as a person is covered with a white cloth, and the sign below reads:

【Pseudo-logoi】

【God of lies, lobbyist, prophet, fraudster】

Using the method taught by Tiankeng Consciousness, Wu Rong picked up a tattered toy harp from the corner of the wall where sundries and garbage were piled up, placed it obliquely in front of the statue, and then put a small toy harp that was covered with dust and whose color could not be seen clearly. The porcelain vase was placed next to the harp. When he finished these, the white cloth covering the statue fell without wind, revealing the true face of the statue, and then an extremely sweet and elegant aria sang like an elf sounded.

"Oh, it was you, it was you who awakened me. My dear, great master, noble, sovereign queen. I foresaw your coming in the whisper of the bluebells and the morning light. Forgive me, lowly, I am so small that I cannot break free from this old, heavy gallows, I can only kiss the toe of your shoe from the air."

"prprprpr"