MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 38

"The hanging one is dead, but the one in the room is still alive."

The middle-aged director with thinning hair just rushed up, and after a while, he carried two people down from the art building. He looked like the kind of middle-aged man who hadn't exercised for a long time and was very weak. He carried two people downstairs without blushing and heartbeat. The canteen chef who summoned Jin Chan with the Buddha's name chanted "Amitabha" in a low voice and hurried forward to help.

But he seemed to be big and big, and when he took the man from the middle-aged director, he was crushed and trembled, as if the weight was unbearable, and they almost fell to the ground together.

"Hey, little master Huixin, be careful, I'll do it."

The middle-aged director easily picked up the unconscious man who almost overwhelmed the cafeteria chef with his empty hand, and put him on the ground: "Yin Qi entered the body, I was frightened, just get more sunshine."

"The deceased, Zhao Wenwu, male, was a student in Class 2 and 6 of high school. His real identity was Xu Tao, the tester. Zhao Wenwu often skipped classes and skipped school, fought and fought, and carried three warnings on his body, and two punishments. He skipped classes again since yesterday, and this morning At 7:30, there was contact between the playground and the warehouse keeper. At 8:15, I arrived at the art building with the warehouse keeper, and the time of death was 8:20, and the cause of death was suffocation.”

The middle-aged director stared blankly, as if seeing the distance in the void, the whites of his eyes were engulfed in darkness, and a deep and cold breath came. A semi-transparent, shining silver book appeared out of nowhere in his left hand, and the pages flipped, as if an invisible pen was writing rapidly.

"Warehouse manager, male, whose real identity is You Yingfa, a trial practitioner, reached a cooperation agreement with Xu Tao in the cafeteria at 6:53 yesterday evening, and came to the art building alone at 6:40 this morning. Leaving at 50. Meeting with Xu Tao at the playground at 7:30, arriving at the art building at 8:15... You Yingfa, a male, sexually oriented, master of time management, maintains an intimate relationship with four people, 3D 145, 135 , 150, five centimeters, the burgundy polka-dot underwear I’m wearing today, the front of the socks has a hole, the neckline is oily... that’s enough, enough! I didn’t let you see this!”

The middle-aged director's cheeks twitched, and he roared angrily in embarrassment. With an indifferent 'chi' sound, the darkness in his eyes faded away, and the silver notebook disappeared at the same time.

Facing the weird atmosphere around him, the middle-aged director blushed, and the few strands of hair on his forehead, which were already sparse, trembled, and explained embarrassingly: "I'm not, I don't, this is the death perception of the special police, isn't it?" , I'm not a pervert, it's my transplanted ghost eyes..."

"Amitabha, don't worry about the donor."

The canteen chef's voice was like a bell, but his voice was so loud that some students who had walked away just now looked over curiously. The middle-aged director had a complex expression and a weak tone: "Thank you, Master Huixin, for your understanding."

"By the way, I have something urgent to do!"

The middle-aged director who was distracted by the sudden case came back to his senses, and said anxiously in a low voice: "Turn off the live broadcast, please."

After the live broadcast was turned off, he took out his police officer ID from his pocket, and said solemnly, "I am Kang Jianbai, the tester, the seventh special police officer of the Yangjiaping Sub-bureau, ghost number 1690, and I am on a secret mission. Did you watch it just now?" See a boy dressed as a student, about 1.75 meters tall, with a scar on his face, passing by?"

"He is an extremely dangerous suspect, the real identity tester Liu Hu."

Liu Hu?

Wu Rong, who was about to leave, stopped.

"Amitabha, I have never seen it before. I had an omen in my heart, and I came here when I sensed that there might be a **** disaster here. It's a pity that I came a step late."

The canteen chef shook his head, his face full of pity, and he lowered his voice when he realized that his voice was too loud, but with his face full of flesh and his big waist and round body, it looked like a fierce and strong man threatening the other three from a distance , coupled with the extremely conspicuous yellow and white chef uniform, can easily attract the attention of passers-by.

"This is not the place to talk."

Kang Jianbai said: "I know there is an empty conference room nearby."

The three of them followed Kang Jianbai to the conference room. Along the way, Kang Jianbai carried the dead Xu Tao in one hand and the unconscious You Yingfa in the other. It was effortless to say that Xu Tao remained in the state of death, even blood No more dripping down. However, such a strange combination of several people walking on the campus road did not cause a sensation. The people passing by seemed to be blinded and completely unable to see.

"Master Huixin, Daoist Fu, this, uh, should be Mr. Wu Rong."

Finally arrived at the destination, Kang Jianbai put Xu Tao and You Yingfa on the conference table, went to the door and closed it, and said solemnly when he came back: "You are all trusted by Zhou Ju, and it is the same for me. I shouldn’t have disclosed this secret mission, but now the situation is urgent, involving the peril of everyone in the tiankeng, including all of us, I have to make an exception, and I hope everyone will not spread it.”

"About Liu Hu?"

It was rare for Wu Rong to take the initiative to ask.

"Yes."

Kang Jianbai nodded heavily, and glanced at the three of them: "Actually, this is a secret in the bureau."

"According to reliable sources, the Ministry of Public Security suspects that Liu Hu is very likely to become a ghost after his death."

Wu Rong:?

"Amitabha."

Huixin's expression became serious: "Benefactor Kang means that Liu Hu is now..."

"He's out of my control."

Kang Jianbai's face was green and pale, and he was a little ashamed: "He has been hiding his strength and is good at disguising. When I entered the No. 444 tiankeng, my ghost eyes didn't see his real identity at the first time. I followed him all the way without stopping, but It didn't stop him from shooting."

"You mean..."

"That's right, Liu Hu has been hiding on the sixth floor of the art building."

Kang Jianbai didn't make a fool of himself, and said straightforwardly: "Xu Tao's death has nothing to do with him."

As he spoke, he walked to the conference table, took out a pair of sterile gloves from nowhere, and turned Xu Tao's body to the front. There was a deep tear on the **** chest that was pierced by the glass, as if attacked by a large beast.

"Liu Hu took his heart and liver."

Kang Jianbai said: "Xu Tao is a senior ghost breeder. There are ghosts. Even if his internal organs are taken away, he will not die. His real cause of death is strangled to death by the ghosts on the sixth floor of the art building."

While talking, he took out a small gold box from his pocket: "I found this at the scene of the crime. Liu Hu used it to temporarily control the resentful spirits on the sixth floor."

Seeing the items in the gold box, Wu Rong's eyes froze.

It turned out to be a white bone bell inside, exactly the same as the one he had seen in the hands of the gangsters in the factory! The bandage on his left arm was slightly puffed up, and the big ghost began to stir again, Wu Rong's brows were furrowed. Now it is different from that time, with so many people around, it is inevitable that some people will find that the big ghost is abnormal, not to mention that the bone bell is inseparable from Liu Hu, and the big ghost can't move at this time.

The surrounding area had already started to cool down, and at this moment, Wu Rong's pocket became hot, and it was the relic Buddha beads. The warm and peaceful breath dispelled the continuously emerging ghost energy. Taking this opportunity, Wu Rong tried to test it out, just like communicating with the little spider green spirit Gu, and conveying the comforting consciousness with his left arm. Originally, he didn't have much hope, but unexpectedly Unexpectedly, this time the ghost with the left arm still didn't respond, but he didn't resist either. He really stopped restless and returned to quietness.

When the movement of the left arm stopped and the Buddhist beads were no longer hot, Wu Rong fell into deep thought.

Is it the effect of the relic beads, or the reason for falling into a dream last night?

"The vicious dog tattoo on Liu Hu's arm must be fed with fresh flesh every day. The only living people in this tiankeng are the testers. After today, he will attack other people."

"And tonight is Chi Fangfang's death and the first day of **** mud appearing in the toilet..."

Kang Jianbai wanted to speak but stopped looking at Wu Rong, and finally said solemnly: "Be careful."

Kang Jianbai wanted to continue to follow Liu Hu quickly during the day, seeing that he couldn't get any clues here, he said goodbye and left soon. Xu Tao was the first person to die in the tiankeng. It is not uncommon for people like him to come to the tiankeng for a trial. In the end, he was safe and sound but in a coma, but Xu Tao was not so lucky.

After dark, Xu Tao will be swallowed by the tiankeng and become a new ghost in the tiankeng. At the moment of death, his soul has been controlled by Tiankeng. In this case, even a master with profound Dharma cannot save him. Even so, Huixin still read a piece of Ksitigarbha scriptures for him. The wooden fish with the golden cicada is probably a rare treasure. Master Kuchan can recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra, but it also has a bit of charm.

Listening to monks chanting scriptures is like listening to Taoist singing, and it is of great benefit to ghost raisers. Wu Rong had something on her mind, so she closed her eyes and sank into this rare peace.

"Amitabha."

The dead are gone, but the living have to be resettled. Huixin glanced at Fu Qing with an indifferent face, and then at Wu Rong who was absent-minded, and resigned herself to carrying You Yingfa who was in a coma.

"I'll send Master You back first, so let's just say goodbye, you two be careful."

After Kang Jianbai left, the little master acted a little more anxiously than before. He carried You Yingfa on his shoulders and walked outside before he could finish his sentence. Just as he was about to leave, Fu Qing said calmly:

"Remember what you promised me."

Hui Xin staggered when she heard this, and almost rolled down with You Yingfa. He hurried away as if he didn't dare to look back.

"What's wrong?"

After leaving the meeting room, Wu Rong recalled the embarrassment of the little master just now, and was rarely curious.

"I was going to take you to see him this morning."

Fu Qingdao: "Huixin learned from Master Kuchan, and the Dharma he practiced is the most upright and peaceful, and it is most suitable for neutralizing the yin and ghosts in your body."

After a pause, he said: "The heavier the ghost aura, the shorter the life expectancy."

Fu Qing was thinking of him.

Wu Rong felt a little warm in his heart. Although he didn't know what price he would have to pay to use Buddhism to neutralize the ghost energy, but seeing how the little monk Huixin fled, it seemed that even Wu Rong would have a headache if he wanted to suppress Wu Rong's ghost energy. terribly. Fu Qing said that it was Huixin who agreed, and because the Taoist priest had his own way of doing things, he probably "informed" Huixin unilaterally, thanks to the little monk's good temper.

But now that Wu Rong has the relic of Master Kuchan, this problem is solved easily.

"It's okay, I have a way to suppress ghost energy now."

Vote for me with a peach, and give me Qiongyao. Fu Qing is such a cold and indifferent person who cares so much about him, if Wu Rong keeps hiding it, it will not be cold to his friends. He thought for a while, and then said to Fu Qing: "I have seen the bone bell in Xu Tao's hand before."

Speaking of that, Wu Rong shared what happened in the factory that day with Fu Qing, implicitly implying that he was also the reborn ghost dog king.

"It's as 'special' to me as you are."

"Different."

Fu Qing's tone was cold, he frowned and stared at Wu Rong, glanced at Wu Rong's slightly bewildered expression, and repeated coldly again: "It's not the same."

"Only I am special."

...How is this even more competitive with dogs?

Wu Rong was silent for a moment, then continued: "It's just that I didn't expect Liu Hu to turn into a ghost after his death."

The concentration of ghosts in Yangjiaping definitely exceeded the standard, but in this way, Wu Rong could figure out the motives of Liu Hu's many actions.

"His subordinates control several industrial chains that abuse cats and dogs, and use the resentment and blood generated by cats and dogs to cultivate ghost dogs. There must be a plan for entering the Tiankeng this time."

In case Liu Hu really turns into a ghost in the tiankeng, plus the increasingly dangerous No. 444 tiankeng, let alone expose the big ghost, if the situation is really dangerous to the extreme, maybe Wu Rong will also have to change into a ghost. In particular, the bone bell that appeared twice, which can cause the big ghost to move, made Wu Rong pay special attention.

"Fu Qing, can you summon souls?"

The two returned to Fu Qing's staff dormitory, and once they were acquainted, Wu Rong put down his backpack and took out an amethyst necklace.

"It's possible that this is an item from the art building grudge."

The prophecy made by the stone sculpture head has now been fulfilled. In addition to someone dying five minutes later, there is another item he got before, which will be the key to the murderer. So far, what Wu Rong got after entering the tiankeng, apart from the amethyst bracelet that seems to have been hidden deliberately, is the relic Buddhist beads. The former is more likely.

Liu Hu once used the bone bell to drive the female ghost on the sixth floor of the Art Building. The female ghost should know something more or less.

"No need to summon souls."

Fu Qing nodded, and he took out a small blue and white porcelain bowl and a handful of rice from the cloth bag he brought into the Tiankeng, filling the small bowl half full. Immediately afterwards, he took out a purple-red fine incense similar to sandalwood and lit it, waiting quietly for a little gray ash to appear on it. Knock the incense ash into the center of the rice bowl, then take the amethyst bracelet from Wu Rong and place it in the bowl. Fu Qing drew the curtains, turned off the lights, and the room was suddenly pitch black.

Wu Rong opened his ghost eyes and saw clearly that Fu Qing took out a talisman with a drop of blood on it, like the talisman he threw up.

"I've caught it."

The Taoist's slender and beautiful fingers held the talisman seal like a flower, and knocked it in the rice bowl.

A thick ghostly aura filled the air, the thickness of a finger, disheveled hair, and a pale grimace full of resentment and hatred emerged from the talisman. The eerie feeling was like a shrunken Sadako. But the next moment—

"what-!"

The ghost let out a miserable scream, and slammed back into the talisman like a burning buttock.

Wu Rong was puzzled, Fu Qing was silent, and he said for a while, "You have something consecrated by an eminent monk on your body."

"She was almost saved."

Wu Rong: …

boom.

The door was closed, and Wu Rong, who was kicked out of the house, stood alone in the corridor. The early morning sun shone on his receding figure, making him feel unspeakably desolate. Wu Rong didn't stop until the relic beads were no longer hot. The eminent monk's relic Buddha beads have a profound Buddha nature, and even in the hands of ordinary people, they can extremely restrain ghosts, especially ghosts with deep resentment.

The string of eminent monk's relics in Wu Rong's hands is so extraordinary that it would rank among the top six in the world list of spiritual objects. Not only does it neutralize the ghost aura on Wu Rong all the time, but it can also save a little ghost at the same time. Its effects can only be mitigated by being at a sufficient distance. Fu Qing is in charge of interrogating the female ghost, and Wu Rong just needs to stay away and not get in the way.

The staff dormitory is also an old dormitory. The location is not good, and it is shaded. The walls and fences are covered with old verdant creepers. They are crowded together, and there are branches and vines hanging down from the roof, creating a shady environment under the cage. Although it is midsummer now, it is very cool here, and it can even be said to be gloomy. As the breeze blows, the palm-sized leaves of the ivy collide and rub against each other, rustling, as if something is crawling among the branches and leaves.

Like an illusion, the rustling sound was getting closer and closer to Wu Rong.

At this time, Wu Rong was thinking about the fact that Liu Hu would become a ghost after his death, and fell into deep thought. The vicious dog tattoo on his arm is inextricably linked to the big dog. Originally, Wu Rong thought that Liu Hu was dead, and the big dog would naturally not be restrained anymore, but if Liu Hu would really turn into a ghost after death , the situation is more complicated.

The wind stopped, the leaves of the ivy no longer collided with each other, and there was a rare tranquility.

But the rustling didn't stop, and...was right above Wu Rong's head.

Feeling something, Wu Rong raised his head, and there was a pale, distorted flat grimace hanging among the dense branches and leaves above his head, among the green ivy.

A pair of thin plush ghost claws, nearly three meters long, which were completely out of proportion to the grimace, quietly poked towards Wu Rong's back.

Cluck!

As if enraged by Wu Rong, there was a hard collision sound of joints twitching, and the grimace leaped forward, the eyes that were originally closed like two black lines suddenly opened, the pure black giant eyes were hollow and terrifying, and the reddish-brown spots that were as red as blood came out. Pale ghosts appeared on the face, densely packed, able to evoke the deepest terror in the heart.

boom!

Wu Rong's backpack shook violently, as if the lid of a clay pot hit the body of the pot. The next moment, a black shadow sprang out instantly, and the black rock tarantula leaped onto Wu Rong's head with its teeth and claws like a jumping spider, and then covered its ears with lightning speed. With such momentum, he threw himself on the pale ghost's face extremely heroically!

All of a sudden, the grimace trembled violently, even the ivy on the front wall trembled violently, and another pair of three-meter-long ghost claws waved fiercely, trying to drive the black rock tarantula away. But the black rock tarantula is like a warrior who tames a fierce horse. It clings to the face of the pale ghost, bites aggressively with its poisonous mandibles, and spins silk from its abdominal silk sac, firmly sticking it to the ghost's face.

Wu Rong wanted to help, but after the little spider conveyed a series of emotions to him in a hurry, Wu Rong stopped and took two steps back to watch the 'battle'

Finally, this group of demons danced wildly, and the extremely fierce battle came to an end after the pale grimace twitched weakly. The victor, the black rock tarantula, strode proudly on its eight legs and climbed to the top of grimace's head. Knock knock. Under its 'urging', a sluggish, mournful pale grimace flowed out of the ivy and lay across the wall.

When the black rock tarantula drove it to climb in front of Wu Rong, a ray of sunlight shone on it, and the white ghost's face shivered, like a dead house that hadn't seen the sun for a long time was forced to be exposed to the sun.

It was that human-faced squirrel.

It was bigger than what Wu Rong saw in the underground air-raid shelter that day. Even if it was crossed across the wall, the eight extremely slender legs couldn't fit, so it could only curl up wronged, like a big ball of wool. . As Wu Rong saw in Poisonous Insects, this kind of spider can grow infinitely after devouring corpse insects, and the ghost-like pattern on the back is a sharp weapon to intimidate the enemy.

But it itself is cowardly and timid, and only dares to eat some bugs in the dark to make a living. When encountering a stubborn, reckless, and extremely poisonous spider like a little spider, it immediately panicked, and the grimaces behind its back did not scare it away.

When the little spider shed its skin, it ate a total of four blood beetles. Although it only shed its skin once, it was very toxic. Although the poison can't kill the human facial weed, it can make it feel uncomfortable all over.

Unable to run, unable to fight, the weak-natured human-faced scorpion conceded defeat, resigned himself to it, and tremblingly crawled up to Wu Rong with the little spider on his back.

‘Hiss, hiss, master, master. '

A soft, uneasy, sobbing little girl's voice sounded in Wu Rong's heart.

The frightening-looking squirrel turned out to be a mother.

'Head, chief master...'

The black rock tarantula defeated her and was her leader, and Wu Rong was the master of the black rock tarantula, the master of the leader.

The logic is right.

The human-faced scorpion wants to grow to such a big size, it does not know how many years it has lived in the tiankeng. She devours Yin Qi and resentment, and after a long time, it accumulates more and becomes less like an animal, more like some kind of femininity similar to Qingling Gu. It is not surprising that wisdom is produced under the impact of so much yin energy. Although the human-faced spider is timid and timid, it is also a very curious spider, and it is used to living with its own kind.

Without Wu Rong asking, it honestly and practically explained all its motives in that weird 'hissing' voice. It has lived in the underground bomb shelter for a long time, but there are no other spiders that can communicate here. The human-faced scorpion grew up diligently eating resentment and yin, and wandered all day long in underground air-raid shelters and various dark corners of the campus, but could not find a companion.

That's why it came after it felt the little spider in the underground air-raid shelter, including the scratching sound outside Wu Rong's wall last night, the ubiquitous yin, and the feeling of peeping behind it all came out of it. The human-faced scorpion curled up into a ball aggrievedly, and the long legs blocked the pattern on the back, so it was not so scary.

It did not live here before, but was born on a mountain where there were many companions. But one day it somehow came here from the other side of the mountain and never came back.

Hearing this, Wu Rong had a thought. Could it be that the mountain mentioned by the human face is the barren mountain behind the dormitory? But it is not outside the tiankeng, the two are not connected to each other?

The human-faced scorpion was confused and couldn't explain clearly, and he hissed into a ball when he got anxious. Wu Rong simply suppressed his doubts for the time being, and prepared to take it to Fu Qing. But the human face is too big and too eye-catching.

With a thought in Wu Rong's mind, the Black Rock Tarantula got the command to tap the ghost's face mightily. The human face worm is like the green spirit Gu, which can concentrate the yin energy and make it smaller. After a while it became the size of two palms, like a fluffy big anemone, carrying a little tarantula on its back.

"Still too big."

"Crack."

The black rock tarantula clicked twice, not daring to disobey Wu Rong, and dismounted from its new mount with a face full of reluctance, making its face shrink until it was as big as a fingernail. The long legs are thinner than the strands of hair, and they are completely invisible from a distance. The phone buzzed, and Fu Qing sent a message that the interrogation was over. Wu Rong returned to his staff dormitory with the little spider and the human-faced scorpion.

"Su Jingjing is a tester who was killed by Liu Hu with special means yesterday."

After returning home, Fu Qing had already packed up the sundries used just now: "The body was buried under the tree outside the girls' dormitory building."