MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 37

The head of the statue has profound facial features, a handsome face, and long curly hair that hangs loose like the sun **** Apollo. He has pointed long ears like a pair of elves, beautiful lips, and a smile on the corner of his mouth. It looks like the work of a top master and should not appear in the art building of a vocational high school. When the human head looked at Wu Rong, the eyes were very sincere and affectionate. It was obviously just a plaster human head, but it had an extraordinary charm, which made people deeply fascinated.

"What use are you for?"

Ignoring Rentou's flattery just now, Wu Rong was straightforward.

"Oh, my great master, the supreme master. The humble me can make some trivial prophecies, my eyes can see what you worry about, and I can see everything you want to know. It's just..."

The plaster head changed his voice, and his tone was cautious, with a lot of guilt and self-blame in his tone: "My priesthood makes me have to make some small, harmless jokes on you. You only need to use your wise mind..."

Wu Rong said indifferently, "Speak humanly."

"I will say a sentence before each prophecy. You have to distinguish whether this sentence is true or false. If the judgment is correct, I will make a prophecy for you.

The stone carved head was short and clear, but Wu Rong was keenly aware of the unfinished meaning in its words: "What will happen if the judgment is wrong."

"My great and respected master, please rest assured that you are so noble, and it is the honor of Pusa Udurogoi to serve you. Even if you make a wrong judgment, it is also a test for the humble me , I will do my best to help you share your worries."

Speaking of this, the voice of the plaster head was low, as if he was very afraid of being rejected, he said nervously:

"Great master, I really, really hope to have this honor to serve you, but I'm sorry, I can't resist the rules here, if you want to take me away, you need to judge whether my words are right or wrong .”

Snapped.

Wu Rong picked up a white cloth to cover the head, took away the vase and harp, and the yin energy covering the head dissipated again.

"Pse Udurogoi is the **** of lies, a fraudster, and it is difficult to tell the truth from what he says."

Wu Rong didn't say a word, but he only felt Yin energy from this person's head, not ghost energy. In other words, to him, this human head was boiled cabbage without any seasoning, without any appetite.

"Ghosts that can make predictions are rare, and usually have to pay a very high price."

Fu Qingdao, he took out a yellow talisman seal and muttered words. Wu Rong only felt that the invisible wind spread out from the center of the talisman, circled around the plaster head twice, and then returned to the side of the talisman. I saw that Fu Qing cut off the talisman like a knife across the air, and some snow-like white flakes fell from it.

"With resentment but without hatred, it can be used."

Hearing what he said, Wu Rong nodded, put those miscellaneous things back, and removed the white cloth covering the head. Before the gypsum head flattered and flattered him, he said, "Speak."

Wu Rong's cell phone didn't vibrate, so he didn't know that there was another commotion in his live broadcast room. The local tyrant kept smashing spaceships at him, just to get his attention. The new audience also dropped a lot of rockets and landmines, but they were desperate and did not wait for Wu Rong to look back.

[Don't pay attention to that liar's head, don't pay attention to it! 】

[When the anchor comes out, I will definitely buy her a mobile phone that can't turn off the vibration! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu 】

[Fuckfuckfuck, no way, this stone sculpture head is not the same one! 】

【Which one? This is that, and which one is that, it all confuses me! 】

[It's that stone head! Fuck, don't you pay attention to the Federal Forum at all? So many long posts marked with red and fine lines are all about the history of blood and tears of big bosses being cheated by stone carving heads. Why did this liar appear in Tiankeng 444 again! 】

【what? How can the boss still lie? 】

[Let me tell you the newcomers above, prophecy-type spirits and ghosts are very rare, yes, very very very rare. Don't look at the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain who often divination and deduce the future, and have special physiques such as celestial vision, which makes it simple. The price to be paid for predicting is very heavy, and serious masters will not calculate the future for others. The cause and effect are too great, and they will not do it for any amount of money. 】

[But prophecies are very useful, and even life-saving! It’s just that the ghosts raised by the ghost breeders are very powerful, and they are easy to bite back, without any rules. Many big bosses lost their lives in vain because of the sudden backlash of the ghosts during the battle. If you can predict when the ghost will come back, can you spend more time preparing? In other words, when you are about to accept a task, if you can predict it, can you know in advance whether there are any pitfalls in the task, and will the actual difficulty exceed the marked difficulty? 】

[The above said that so many newcomers don’t understand. In short, prophecies are expensive, rare, and they are good things that can save lives, so everyone wants them. But what it said was so tricky that almost no one could tell whether it was true or not, and it had to be punished in the end. 】

[This head can be considered a legend, General Ghost Bone Tong Haohan must have been fooled by it. 】

[Not only that, there are more than a dozen bigwigs who are willing to speak out, and there are so many who are unwilling to speak out, you don't know how many people have been deceived by it! 】

【what? This stone carved head is so dangerous, can it even hurt the bosses? 】

【It’s not wounding, and it won’t kill people, it’s just, that’s what it is】

【Will make some special and embarrassing pranks, almost equal to social death orz】

…

"I didn't expect this head to still be there."

In the Security Bureau, Master Kuchan and his team, who were always paying attention to this trial, also focused on Wu Rong's live broadcast room. When they saw the stone carved head for the first time, Master Kuchan said a word about Amitabha.

"Old Ghost Zheng, you can't do it. Didn't you imprison it on the 13th floor of the Public Security Bureau? Why did it go back to the Tiankeng? And it wasn't so humble to you back then, right?"

The skinny old man teased, and Zheng Ju, who was named, snorted coldly.

"boring."

He has a square face with a tough face, but his voice is female. If you just listen to the voice and don't look at the appearance, you may think it is a glamorous sister.

"You have been in this situation for more than a year, the curse of this stone head is really long, hahaha."

"The stone carved head is naughty, but it's only for pranks, but it doesn't hurt people."

The old Taoist priest shook his head and smiled, and said tolerantly: "There were records of its appearance in the early stage of spiritual recovery, and it played tricks on many people. Let's do it."

"Whether it is a ghost or a spirit has not been determined. But so far, it has not killed anyone."

"not necessarily."

A thin woman with black tattoos faintly exposed on the side of her neck said solemnly: "The tiankengs where the heads have been active are at least ghost-level, and the people who deceived them are all high-level powerhouses. Why did they appear on No. 444 this time?" Tiankeng? Could it be that..."

"Why not just destroy the head?"

The youngest and vigorous Daoist Yun was puzzled: "It's deceitful, it's not a good thing at first glance."

"Indestructible."

The old Taoist explained to him in a slow voice: "Whether you smash it into pieces, smash it, swallow it with evil spirits, or suppress it with talismans, the head will return to the sinkhole in less than three days. Come and go without a shadow For so many years, apart from Grandmaster Fu, there is no character in the world that can make it afraid. The higher authorities suspect that it may come from the Seven Heavenly Pit."

"Seven craters—"

Daoist Yun stayed longer.

"The seven evils of Buddhism and Taoism, greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, suspicion, envy, and lust, or the seven original sins of arrogance, gluttony, lust, anger, laziness, greed, and envy in the Western Federation."

Zheng Ju said coldly: "The human head disappeared for five years after being suppressed by me. Now that something may happen to Youpotan Great Tiankeng, it popped up again to be active. Master Kuchan, it seems that we have to consider the worst-case scenario .”

"Amitabha."

Master Kuchan said slowly: "I hope Huixin is going well."

Regardless of whether the people in the live broadcast room or outside were watching the excitement or worried, in the sculpture classroom, with Wu Rong's permission, the stone statues had already started to speak.

"Oh~ my great master, please listen carefully."

The stone carved head solemnly said: "I have seen your glorious future, what an upright, brave, and shining soul, wow, you will definitely be a great hero in the future, the right leader who can save the world!"

Wu Rong said without hesitation, "It's fake."

"Unfortunately, you gave the wrong answer. Alas, I shouldn't have asked this question. You are so humble and noble, how could you agree with these exaggerated words?"

The tone of the stone carved head was extremely humble, as if it was anxious and blamed itself to the point of crying, as if it was the one who was going to be punished instead of Wu Rong: "Now, you need to accept my punishment."

There was a series of sighs in the live broadcast room.

[Look, I know that no matter how nice the liar's head is, he will be punished in the end. 】

[I feel that there is no definite answer to the question it asks. Has anyone really successfully judged right from wrong? 】

[Of course - no, but if it can make a prophecy, it won't become so notorious, and it will be blacklisted by the bosses! 】

[Actually, I'm a little excited, don't you guys wonder what the host's punishment will be? This head doesn't seem to kill people. 】

[Actually, I'm also looking forward to it. I just finished chasing the post of "Big Brothers' History of Blood and Tears" a few days ago. I didn't expect that the head would make General Ghost Bone pregnant for three years! No wonder General Ghost Bone had a bad temper and slaughtered several ghost domains one after another after he came out of retreat. 】

[But don't let the anchor change gender into a macho, I haven't seen enough cute girls, my wife can't! 】

[Look, it's about to start! 】

"Forgive me for using the word punishment, tolerant master, I really have to. Next I will punish you."

Wu Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his left hand slightly, and the infusion of Yin Qi could wake up the big ghost at any time. He was vigilant and ready to deal with the punishment of stone carving heads.

"I punish you—ask me a prophetic question."

The plaster head spoke humbly and cautiously: "Do you think this is okay?"

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

[This, is this the liar's head you are talking about? 】

A barrage ran across the live broadcast room: [Why do I think it looks like a licking dog? ? ? 】

Wu Rong was also taken aback, and exchanged a glance with Fu Qing. He thought of many things in a flash, and finally Wu Rong pondered for a moment and asked, "How many people in this world know me?"

Wu Rong stared at the stone head. He guessed that only he and Fu Qing understood what this question meant. Wu Rong wanted to confirm whether the stone head was a liar, or whether it could really predict the future.

But this left the audience in the studio and the bosses who watched his live broadcast very confused.

[Hahahaha this question is too stupid]

[Why don't you ask about the next lottery number. 】

[Fool, it's live broadcast now, the anchor knows the lottery number of the next lottery, and the tens of millions of people in the live broadcast room all know it! 】

[Why does the anchor ask that? Are you afraid that the stone carving head will be tricked?]

[The number of heads can be made up at will, and the anchor doesn't know whether the number is correct. Isn't this problem abolished? 】

[Look, this stone head is not a good thing. It speaks and prophesies the future, but not necessarily all of it. Even if it does not lie when it prophesies, as long as one or two words are missing, do you believe that the meaning will be changed? The anchor is still too young and has little social experience. Just watch, she will definitely suffer in a while. 】

"It's hard to say, my master."

The long and beautiful eyes of the stone carving head closed and opened again, and the voice became deep and dignified, repeating: "It's hard to say, I can see your future, but I can also see mine... I see that I haven't said anything yet. The prophecy was shattered by the thunder."

Was smashed by the thunder.

Wu Rong's eyes froze, Bai Gu was the same at that time, before he could say anything, he was covered by thunder. To be able to see so many stone sculptured heads, their strength is absolutely extraordinary.

After learning this, Wu Rong felt even more fearful. This thing cannot be obtained by the enemy, but it cannot be overly relied on. Just like a gift from the devil, there will definitely be a price to pay for it when it suddenly happens. So when facing the stone carved head: "You can get another prophecy", Wu Rong said perfunctorily: "I want to know when people will die."

"five minutes later."

This time the stone head didn't even close its eyes. It seems that the question is very simple: "I saw someone who will die in five minutes, and the item you got before will be the key to the murderer."

"Well, my dear master, you can take me away."

The voice of the stone-carved head became lighter, even a little excited, and lowered his head like a bow: "Puse Udurogoi is honored to follow you and serve you wholeheartedly."

"Can you shrink it?"

Wu Rong ordered: "It's too big to carry."

"certainly!"

As if by magic, the stone sculpture's head was filled with yin, and then it shrunk again and again until it was only the size of a walnut. It rolled respectfully in front of Wu Rong: "I can't wait—"

puff.

A lump of silk was spun onto the stone-carved walnut, and several layers of silk were piled on top of it. In the blink of an eye, under Wu Rong's order, the black rock tarantula wrapped the stone-carved human head into a ball of silk. He put his back on his back with great interest—oh, the walnut-sized stone ball is still a bit heavy for it at the moment. The black rock tarantula lost interest, dragged the stone ball and threw it into its small clay pot.

"Go back and find a gold box, put it in and bury it."

Put the harp and the broken vase together in the bag and take them away, Wu Rong said seriously on the way downstairs.

One can see the identity of the reborn person, no matter what intentions this prophetic head has, it cannot be careless. Giving it to others is afraid of revealing the secret, and maybe others will use it against him. It's better to seal it with a pure gold box and bury it in the ground, which will save trouble.

"The effect of red string soaked in incense ash is better than ink thread."

Fu Qing said calmly and made serious suggestions. The tone of the two was flat, and it happened that their emotions and desires were very weak. The protagonist of the discussion seemed to be not a rare and predictable stone head, but a worthless broken stone.

"Come on, follow me closely, Yin Qi Reaction is in this building!"

"Boys, big fish, I'll take you to see the good stuff today! If you're satisfied with watching it later, move your little hands to get rich and give me some attention..."

"What time is the live broadcast, turn it off, turn it off, the trouble of grinding and chirping is dead, hurry up!"

Almost downstairs, a deliberately low, excited and impatient male voice suddenly sounded from the entrance of the art building. Wu Rong reacted quickly, dragged Fu Qing and hid in the utility room next to the stairs. The next moment, there was a series of hurried footsteps kicking past them, they didn't notice that there were people hiding in the utility room, and they rushed towards higher floors.

"Two people."

After the sound of footsteps faded away, Wu Rong said in a low voice, "There's the guy who was in the air-raid shelter before."

Fu Qing didn't speak, Wu Rong looked over in doubt, and then realized that the utility room full of tools was too narrow, he was almost leaning against Fu Qing's arms, the cotton skirt rubbed against it, revealing a touch of whiteness under the piles of folds, pure and impeccable. The lure of self-knowledge. But after all, Wu Rong was only a girl in the Tiankeng, normally a man, so I didn't think there was anything wrong, let alone Fu Qing was with him.

Fu Qing's eyes are very quiet, as calm and clear as a deep pool, like a person carved from ice and snow, ignorant of the world, ignorant of seven emotions and six desires, and in some respects are more sincere and pure than children. Wu Rong read a hint of doubt on his face, as if he didn't understand why he hid here. Originally, Wu Rong never talked much and did things in his own way. But for some reason, he seldom took the initiative to speak up, and patiently explained to Fu Qing: "One thing more is worse than one thing less. They are obviously chasing Yin Qi."

It may be the Yin Qi of the stone head, or it may be other things in the art building. Once they saw Wu Rong and Fu Qing, they probably thought that the good things would be taken first, and some entanglements would be inevitable at that time.

Although Wu Rong explained it, he didn't think much about it. Everyone has his own style of acting, just like Fu Qing, who fought all the way from west to east in the monstrous golden red Zhengyang fire that night. What is meant is a way to kill, upright and upright, would rather bend than bend, never think of any treacherous conspiracy, just like an invincible weapon.

With Fu Qing's character, he will definitely walk straight ahead without dodging or evading. It seemed that he was obedient to being pulled in by Wu Rong, and he believed in anything precious regardless of the reason.

Maybe they were really good brothers and friends in their previous lives.

Wu Rong was slightly moved, and nodded to Fu Qing, and the two walked out of the utility room hand in hand, and left the art building.

"five minutes."

The sun was already high outside, and Wu Rong skipped all the morning classes. The accomplice was still the school teacher, but the two were very calm. After leaving the gate of the art building, Fu Qing said suddenly.

Five minutes is the time for the stone sculptured head to predict the dead.

Is the prophecy really accurate?

Crackling—!

"Be careful!"

The sharp sound of glass shattering suddenly came from the top of the head, and the moment the sound sounded, Wu Rong reflexively threw himself at Fu Qing, wanting them to roll down and avoid it. Who would have thought that Fu Qing would not move even after using a lot of force, his lower body was unsteadily stable. Before he had time to think about it, Wu Rong only felt his waist tighten, and then the world spun.

Crash!

The shattered glass fell from a high altitude and shattered on the ground, the fragments splashed like rain, but the two people downstairs had avoided ten meters away. The strength on the waist left, Wu Rong took a closer look, the scarlet blood fell drop by drop, and **** blood sprayed on the ground.

Blood dripped from the window on the sixth floor. Wu Rong looked up and saw a man was hanging by the neck from the window, his body was covered with large and small pieces of glass, dripping with blood. His body was shaking and he was out of breath. He was wearing the uniform of a vocational high school, dressed as a student, but he should be a tester who has obtained the status of a student, one of the two who went up just now.

A chilly chill came over, behind the hanged person, at the black hole window, a pale grimace with blue and purple mottled vaguely appeared, looking towards Wu Rong and Fu Qing with hatred and resentment, as if hating why they didn't was stoned to death.

Before Wu Rong could make a move, Fu Qing bit his fingertips and pulled out the talisman to draw something, then threw the talisman onto it.

what-!

The female ghost screamed ear-piercingly, and her already indifferent figure disappeared instantly.

The art building was not remote in the first place. The movement of the broken glass and the screaming of the female ghost attracted the attention of many people. Before the crowd gathered around, a middle-aged man with thin hair and thin hair ran over profusely. .

"Go back, all go back!"

He should be like a teacher and director, with a straight face to drive away the students who join in the fun. When he saw Fu Qing and Wu Rong, the middle-aged man nodded slightly, and Wu Rong understood.

This should also be a tester, and he knew Fu Qing.

"Miss Ye, please help me maintain order."

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely, looking anxiously at the top of the building, with a hint of pleading in his tone. Without waiting for Fu Qing's consent, he rushed into the art building. When he left, it was like the Five Fingers Mountain that suppressed Sun Wukong moved away. The students around whispered to each other, pointing at the hanged corpse outside the window. The indifferent attitude of watching the excitement was very uncomfortable. Some people boldly approached Fu Qing and asked, "Mr. Ye, is he dead?"

Seeing more and more students approaching, it was like a city besieged by zombies. There was no fear or fear on the pale faces, and the eyes staring at the corpse were full of malicious salivation, and the saliva was about to flow down.

Wu Rongjue came from Fu Qing's diffuse, gradually clear killing intent. The Taoist put his hand behind his back, and the mahogany sword was about to be unsheathed. at this time-

"buzz, buzz buzz"

The inaudible sound of insect wings fluttering, and the sound of elytra rubbing together, the humming sound sounds like a monk chanting scriptures after listening for a long time. The evil thoughts in the eyes of the students gathered here have subsided, and there is a trace of peace and joy. They stopped looking at the corpses hanging out of the window, and turned and left in groups.

"Amitabha."

A golden light streaked across the sky and fell into the hands of the comer. Only then did Wu Rong see clearly that it was a pure golden cicada, its wings seemed to be covered with gold powder, shining brightly. It docilely climbed into the special container, and when the open container was closed, it turned out to be a purple-red wooden fish with a unique shape.

"Fu Daochang, Wu benefactor, the little monk is polite."

Rough and loud, as if the sound of a loudspeaker sounded from the mouth of the canteen uncle with a wide body, fat body and unshaven beard. He was wearing an oily chef's uniform, holding a wooden fish in his hand, his fingers were as thick as radishes, and he had a benevolent expression on his fleshy face, and he could almost see the Buddha's light on the back of his head.

This sense of disobedience is almost comparable to that of the soft girl Wu Rong.