MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 8 reborn ghost boy

Wu Rong couldn't even move.

The ringing of the bell was like a wake-up call, coming from under his bed, like a poisonous snake crawling across his back, cold and slippery, creepy. Blindfolded, other senses became especially sharp in the pitch darkness, Wu Rong felt as if a heavy lump of ice was pressing on her body, blowing cold air.

‘King, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’ve kept you waiting. '

The child's voice was exceptionally clear, far and near, no longer the noisy electrical sound, it directly rang in Wu Rong's mind.

‘It’s really not easy to wash away the ghostly aura on your body, but who made you have such an annoying talisman on your body. Hate, really hate! '

No wonder the talismans didn't work!

The temperature dropped even lower, Guitong was moody like a child, and the people in the same compartment who got off in anger were already stunned and shivering, but Wu Rong only felt a little cold.

This kind of coolness is very comfortable, just like walking into an air-conditioned room under the scorching sun, that kind of pleasant feeling that makes people feel comfortable all over. He secretly gathered strength to break free from the restraint, without making a sound. Soon, after losing his temper, Guitong's voice softened, as if he was used to his silence, he prolonged his voice like a spoiled child:

‘Wang, you were the first one I found, you must make it up to me. '

'Let me eat one of your feet, okay? '

Guitong sucked his saliva greedily, and said such **** and terrifying words innocently and naively, as if he was discussing with Wu Rong: 'I only eat one foot, only the calf. It doesn't hurt, anyway, soon you will be revived with the help of the remnant soul of the Bone King, let me eat some, I was the first to find you. '

'Why do you call me king. '

Wu Rong's brows were furrowed when he heard this, and at the same time, he felt that the restraints on his body were loosened after absorbing the cool breath, and he tried to ask in his mind, one was doubts about this little ghost who was chasing after him, and the other was to try his best. Possible delay.

‘A king is a king. '

Sure enough, the ghost boy was a little unhappy when he heard his words: "I am one foot, Wang, have you forgotten me?" It's almost time to get to the place where I first met you, and I always remember how you ripped me apart and swallowed me, leaving me with only one foot. It should be half a year later, I can't remember. '

Wu Rong could understand each word, but he couldn't understand the words combined. What do you mean after half a year, eat it and tear it up, leaving only one foot? Does this kid have special abilities, can see the future, or—

Suddenly, an unbelievable idea appeared in Wu Rong's mind.

Could this brat be reborn too?

'By the way, why didn't I think of it! '

Wu Rong felt a chill on her face, and immediately pulled off the blindfold. Wu Rong opened his eyes, facing a small blue-gray face. There are no pupils, only the whites of the eyes, Youyou and Wu Rong's faces are pressed against each other, a mouthful of shark-like sharp teeth glowing black. One person and one ghost are very close. A normal person would be scared to death when they suddenly saw this thing, but Wu Rong...

He is hungry.

The hunger that rises from the depths of the soul, as if there is not a kid in front of him, but chocolate or something. But at the same time that he was hungry, Wu Rong instinctively felt a little disgusted and tasteless. All in all, when he saw Guitong, he had the feeling of 'you can eat it, but it's not necessary'.

Something is wrong with myself.

Wu Rong realized it later, but at this moment, the brat was holding his left eyelid, blowing a cool breeze inside.

'You don't even have ghost eyes, I didn't expect you, Wang, to be so weak now! '

The ghost boy was elated, joy and joy almost popping out from his small gray face, he opened his mouth wide, with a hideous expression on his face: 'I've changed my mind, why don't I eat you and become king myself! '

"Patriarch Sanqing is here, Master Sanmao has returned to the world, the talisman orders you, and Chang Chuan obeys the order. If there is any violation, the thunder ax will not tolerate it, and be as urgent as the law!" ①

Boom!

A thunderous explosion sounded in the carriage, causing everyone's ears to ring and stars to stare at their eyes, but the black mist dissipated in an instant. The ghost boy screamed in shock and anger, and then Wu Rong saw the elderly celestial master standing at the door profusely with sweat, holding a sword in one hand and raising the other, crackling glutinous rice like a celestial girl scattered flowers. The forced ghost boy screamed and retreated to the window!

"You guys go!"

Zhou Xun then rushed in, with a flick of his finger, the laces on Wu Rong, Da Ma and the others were untied: "Leave this to us!"

boom!

With a loud bang, the Heavenly Master brushed against Zhou Xun's side and flew out backwards, hitting the wall hard. He was covered in blood, the talisman paper was crumbled into ashes, and convulsed in pain, obviously defeated. Zhou Xun uttered a swear word, and rushed towards Guitong regardless of others, directly tore off the mask, and then he opened his mouth at Guitong. The stench filled Hei Dongdong's throat, and the white ghost sore wriggled. Zhou Xun's mouth opened wider and wider, and could even fit two basketballs.

"Gulu...quick...go..."

Zhou Xun's cheeks were swollen and his veins stretched out, he was convulsed with pain, and his speech was difficult and slurred. He threw the aunt and uncle in front of him out of the door with one hand, and went to pull Wu Rong who was farthest from the door. But at this moment he rolled his eyes and suddenly began to vomit violently. Big **** of foul-smelling thick yellow-white slurry fell on the ground, like pus after a scar was squeezed, and a piece of pale finger bone of a child clicked into the slurry.

The thick black ghost energy gathered, and the ghost boy reappeared from the phalanx. Qinghui's body was covered with ghost sores, and it looked painful. The two ghosts were fighting against each other. Wu Rong by the side.

The wind was blowing and the ghostly aura was strong, Wu Rong reacted very quickly and rolled away to avoid the ghost boy's bite, but he was farther away from the door. He was surprisingly calm under extreme danger. Grab the bamboo basket and throw it at the ghost boy!

"Ooooh!"

The ravaged bamboo basket finally broke, and the big red-feathered rooster flew out. Amidst the high-pitched and sharp crowing, the ghost boy showed a pained expression. He paused, and the next moment, the blood-stained mahogany sword slashed across the pale finger bone! The blood-stained Taoist stood up again, bit the tip of his tongue hard and spewed out a mouthful of blood to stop the ghost boy, and then Zhou Xun pushed Wu Rong outside.

"Go!"

The terrified children's cries in the aisle were mixed with the stewards' high-pitched instructions, and it was noisy. All the flight attendants, including the train conductor, were directing the passengers to evacuate. Thanks to their efforts, people queued up to retreat in an orderly manner despite their fear. Wu Rong quickly caught up with the team, and glanced out the window to see the danger at this time.

I saw that the train left the mountain road, half of it was hanging outside the cliff, and looking down from the window was an abyss!

"Don't squeeze, everyone, don't squeeze, if you have time, we still have time!"

The train conductor was hoarse, and his not-so-strong body was squeezed to this side, desperately trying to maintain order. At this moment, there was a commotion in the flow of people in front. While everyone was running for their lives in panic, someone went upstream. He was dressed in Taoist robes and stumbled through the flow of people. The conductor of the train turned pale in shock when he saw him: "Master Yun, aren't you guarding at the front, why—"

"There is no danger outside for the time being, I have to stay and fight."

The young Taoist priest's face is still childish, but he is only high school age, the fear on his face is still there, but his eyes are very firm. Someone couldn't bear to see it, and whispered: "Baby, you are still a child, let's go together..."

"I'm not a child, I'm a celestial master."

The young Taoist gritted his teeth, his voice was trembling, but he was very decisive: "This is my duty."

Without hesitation, he squeezed through the crowd and rushed directly to the compartment where the sound of fierce fighting came. There were a few choked sobs from the crowd, but more people fell silent and accelerated the pace of evacuation, so as not to waste the time that the fighting people were desperately fighting for. This world is very dangerous, and ghosts are rampant, but those rare qualities in danger are even more radiant, able to condense everyone's will like a flame.

Amidst the cries of children and the hoarse voices of flight attendants, the flow of people evacuated rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, most of the passengers had safely retreated to the mountain road. At the same time, the sound of fighting from behind the train became more and more intense, the train was trembling, and the howling of ghosts and wolves was so piercing that it made people's scalps tingle, and finally the line was empty, and there was only a mother holding a child left in front of Wu Rong.

The child cried all the way, his voice hoarse, and the mother got out of the car carefully while coaxing her anxiously.

Boom!

There was a deafening bang suddenly, and the whole train shook violently. The roof of the car shattered, and a **** figure was blasted out of the air, and hit the cliff heavily, unconscious. It was Zhou Xun who had broken his left arm, and a **** hole was torn in his throat. Seeing more air intake and less air output, two more figures flew out.

The old Taoist priest, who was vomiting blood, held the young Taoist priest whose life and death were unknown in one hand, and the broken train conductor in the other hand, and flew staggeringly to the mountain road, with a dispirited and panicked expression.

"Go quickly, the Four Elephant Compass can't be controlled for long, its power is getting stronger!"

"The car is sliding down, there is enough time, there are battlefield ruins below, even if the ghost goes down, it will be swallowed up!"

Suddenly, the heart-piercing cry of a child came from the train, and the Taoist's expression changed suddenly: "No, there are still people in the car!"

The completely unbalanced train tilted like a seesaw, and it would not take long for it to fall into the abyss. The exit was close at hand, but Wu Rong was blocked. The shock came too suddenly just now, the mother staggered and pinned herself to the ladder, her bones broke with a click. The unsteady child fell to the ground and rolled a few meters along the sloping carriage, and hit the corner heavily, bleeding from the head and crying loudly.

"My child, my child!"

The mother's painful face was covered with cold sweat, and she was about to cry out of anxiety. Seeing this, Wu Rong strode back a few steps and picked up the crying child.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

The mother's black hair was disheveled. She looked at the child longingly, and tried her best to avoid the pain: "Please take him away, please step on me. My foot is broken and I can't move. "

"The car is about to fall off a cliff, it's too late, you hurry up, take him away!"

The angle of the train's inclination was getting bigger, and the speed of the downward slide was getting faster and faster. The sharp earth and rocks scratched the young mother's hands into **** flesh. She endured the pain and lay down as much as possible. The way to life.

The car is about to fall off the cliff, and as long as you step on it, you can escape from death.

Wu Rong didn't speak, but his eyes sank, making his expression even more stern. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the Taoist priest rushing forward outside, knocking the child in his hand, and threw it out skillfully without hesitation. It just hit the Taoist priest's hand that he hurriedly reached out to catch it.

The seriously injured Taoist fell back, but Wu Rong had already turned his head, and with all his strength, he kicked heavily at the junction of the train and the stairs.

Boom!

The hastily placed folding ladder was unstable, and Wu Rong was so strong that he kicked it loose with two feet. At this time, the train tilted more than forty-five degrees, and it was difficult for people to stand on it. Clutching on to the handrail, Wu Rong kicked hard for the last time, the steps finally fell, and the mother whose foot got stuck fell down, and was caught by the flight attendants who rushed over at the same time.

"Young man, jump off! The car is going to fall off the cliff!"

The train conductor shouted anxiously from below, and Wu Rong swayed. The current train is like a Titanic that hit an iceberg and sank. It is extremely difficult to maintain balance. Aiming at the landing point, he let go of the armrest and jumped, and the howling wind passed by his side. At this moment, a chill came from behind Wu Rong. He saw the stiff and dull face of the train conductor, and heard everyone exclaim.

"Watch your back!"

The Taoist who fell to the ground threw the mahogany sword with the last of his strength, but he was exhausted, and the mahogany sword passed Wu Rong's side and fell into the abyss.

The bone-chilling coldness froze Wu Rong's body, the sound of the wind and the haunting sneer of the ghost boy could be heard in his ears.

"King, I've got you."

In the next second, Wu Rong was caught by the ghost boy and fell off the cliff together with the train.

The author has something to say: ①The curse of attracting thunder, from Baidu

Here we come, here we come, the protagonist of the standard point family falls off the cliff =w=, the next chapter beats the ghost boy violently, the golden finger falls off the cliff!