MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 1 rebirth

This must be a dream.

Sitting in the bar booth, Wu Rong thought with a blank expression.

Otherwise, how could he have seen Xun An, a scumbag, combing his silly pot head from college, sitting opposite him.

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Wu Rong died, on the highway on a rainy night, the night he heard that Xun An was going to marry the leader's daughter. At that time, Wu Rong had just finished his business trip, so he rushed back overnight without taking a break. There was a cake for Xun An in the back seat—he made a detour to Yangjiaping to buy it. Xun An said that he missed the taste of the past.

In the early morning, Xun An's birthday was about to pass, so he drove so fast and in such a hurry that after the car accident, the flesh and blood and the cake were rotten into one piece.

It's just that after Wu Rong's death, instead of going to the underworld, his soul floated all the way home, watched Xun An drop a few drops of cat urine at his funeral, turned around and bought a diamond ring with his money, and was all smiles at the wedding Holding the hand of the leader's daughter, they announced the success of the five-year long-distance love race between the two. Seeing this Wu Rong, it dawned on me that this scumbag who co-authored Xun An and the leader's daughter didn't happen to be together, but they got along for five or six years.

It's ridiculous that Wu Rong was blind, and believed that the two of them would grow old together. I'm afraid that in Xun An's eyes, he is a deceitful ATM man.

"A Rong, how many times have I told you not to smoke. Didn't you promise me that you will learn well? What is the difference between you and those gangsters if you continue like this."

Hearing the familiar voice of admonition, Wu Rong reflexively wanted to choke off his cigarette. Xun An couldn't smell the smell of cigarettes. During the years with him, every time Wu Rong got hungry for cigarettes, he would secretly hide downstairs to smoke. Only when the smell of cigarettes dissipated did he dare to go home.

Just as he took down the cigarette, Wu Rong paused. He raised his head, his scrutinizing gaze slowly moved from Xun An's eyes to his chin. The face was exactly the same as in memory, and the eyes were full of concern and sincerity. Just as he was meditating, the cigarette ash fell on the table, causing Xun An to frown, and couldn't help but say:

"Look at you, you smell like cigarettes. Did you sleep in the bar again these days? Rong, you haven't been home for a long time, so what if Auntie beats you hard, don't you want you to learn-"

Unmistakable, it is this person.

Before Xun An could finish speaking, Wu Rong directly pressed the cigarette **** into his hand.

Whether it's a dream or a hallucination.

Don't even think about waking up from this dream until he's done venting his anger.

"Ah - it's hot!"

Xun An's screams attracted the few people in the bar to look this way frequently, but they were blocked by other waiters smiling after a few glances. Wu Rong was ignorant when he was young, so he followed an elder brother, he was taciturn and could fight, he was as ruthless as a wolf cub, he was favored by his elder brother, he became 'Brother Rong' when he was only sixteen, and now he is eighteen years old. The bar street is his territory.

No one dares to stand up for Xun An here.

"Wu Rong, what are you doing, are you crazy!"

Xun An clasped his hands and questioned, with more puzzlement than anger on his face. He didn't realize it for a moment, his face that had always been gentle and camouflaged revealed a trace of impatience and suspicion, which was even more annoying in Wu Rong's eyes. He was just about to steal a chair and do another ruthless one, but when he looked up, he saw a stack of money on Xun An's desk.

There are more than a dozen red old man tickets, all of which are brand new.

Wu Rong vaguely remembered this incident. When Xun An first entered college, his family was poor, and he went to work part-time after class. Once I said that my sister from my hometown was really short of money, so I borrowed some money from Wu Rong, and many times later, I said I borrowed money but never paid it back.

The previous Wu Rong didn't care, but now Wu Rong is different.

Wu Rong took the money back directly, and Xun An was stunned to see it. He seemed to understand, and said in a tone that seemed helpless but actually stood on the commanding heights:

"If you don't want to lend me money, you don't have to be so angry. My sister is just coming to stay for a few days. The youth hostel can make do. I just say this to you because the little girl loves you. I don't want to make trouble outside, so many people are watching , too ignorant—"

Xun An suddenly couldn't continue talking, and Wu Rong in front of him looked at him as if he had changed, and he couldn't tell. He was no longer the boy who was so indifferent but easy to fool.

Now Wu Rong glanced over, making him feel suffocated.

"Youth hostel, I'm afraid that person is not used to living in it."

Wu Rong patted his face with the money, and her thin lips curled into a hint of sarcasm: "This money is enough to entertain my sister from my hometown, but not enough to entertain my sister from the Lin family."

"Sister Lin, Wu Rong, what happened to you today?"

A flash of panic flashed in Xun An's eyes, and he calmed down. Regardless of his own hand injury, he comforted Wu Rong first: "I know that you recently failed to raise a ghost and quarreled with your aunt, and you are angry, but don't make fun of this pretentious matter."

"Lin Wenwen and I are just classmates. Don't you know who I really like?"

Xun An's voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into a gentle smile. He even wanted to hold Wu Rong's hand: "Don't be angry, it's not good for your health..."

"Fuck, Brother Rong, I can't take it anymore!"

Before Wu Rong could get angry, the younger brothers watching from the side couldn't help it. One of them slapped Xun An's hand away, took out a stack of photos and slammed them on his face, scowling: "Brother Rong! You used to protect this kid, and the brothers gave him some face. But This thing dares to steal people behind your back! Even if you teach me a lesson today, I will say it!"

"Fuck it, you're almost touching someone's chest, why are you pretending to be a wolf with a big tail!"

There were many photos, just blowing to the place where the smoke was burning, Xun An's face was pale, he didn't know whether it was the pain or the panic when he saw the ambiguous couple cuddling together in the photo, until he was roughly picked up by the younger brothers and thrown to the ground, punched and kicked, He was completely flustered.

At this time, Xun An still had illusions, and he only looked at Wu Rong for help, and said in a low voice with pain: "Wu Rong, listen to my explanation."

This kind of thing happened before, but Wu Rong would always believe him in the end. Xun An knew very well that this man seemed to have a stubborn temper, but he was actually very coaxable.

As long as this incident is over, those who beat him today will have bad luck in the future.

Wu Rong would definitely listen to his explanation, Xun An firmly believed, feeling ruthless in his heart.

The younger brothers felt guilty even after beating him, one or two secretly looked at Wu Rong. Normally, he would protect Xun An under his wings and would not let them really beat him up. I always listen to Xun An's explanation, and I don't bother to care about it in the end.

Until they noticed Wu Rong's condescending gaze on Xun An.

So strange, so indifferent, like looking at a piece of garbage.

"continue."

With Wu Rong's words, the little brothers were stunned in disbelief, and immediately beat them harder like having fun. Wu Rong didn't look at Xun An's distraught face. Instead, he stared thoughtfully at his slender, bony hands.

Since she was eighteen years old again, her mother should still be alive.

Wu Rong's father died early, and so did his mother. During their lifetime, they never stopped arguing. Wu Rong spent more time in bars than at home. But after looking at the black and white portraits for several years, the complex emotions finally settled into nostalgia.

I don't know how long this dream will last, if it is enough for him to go home and take a look.

Wu Rong finally lost his heart for Xun An, and the younger brothers were happy as if they were celebrating a holiday. Two of them winked at each other, grinning and shoving someone out from behind.

"Hey, what kind of dog is not worthy of carrying shoes for us Brother Rong!"

One younger brother kicked Xun An violently, while the other excitedly pushed the man to Wu Rong's side, winking at him, "Brother Rong, we can't eat good apples but eat rotten peaches instead. Here, this little singer I just like you very much, and I am very happy to have a chance to talk to you."

After that, he turned his head to look at Xun An, rolled his eyes and taunted: "Our brother Rong is really obsessed with you, so he likes you. With such a doggy virtue, he still wants to eat inside and out, and he doesn't urinate to take care of himself. You really think others are blind! "

Thinking about going home, Wu Rong casually glanced at the pushed 'good apple', and suddenly froze. At the same time, Xun An was writhing in pain on the ground, and Xun An, who was in a state of embarrassment, was unwilling to complain, and was also stunned for a moment.

Whispering voices came from the bar. The person who was pushed out was really good-looking. His eyebrows and eyes were like ice sculptures. Standing there is out of tune with the atmosphere of the bar, like a crane visiting a pheasant nest.

Others were stunned because of his looks, but Wu Rong was stunned because of the Taoist robe he was wearing.

This man turned out to be a Taoist priest.

How could a Taoist priest sing in a bar?

Noticing the nonchalant gazes of other people, and thinking about the fact that she became a ghost after death, Wu Rong couldn't help but think about gods, gods and ghosts, and felt very uneasy.

Could this Taoist priest come to pick him up to go to the Underworld?

Seeing that Xun An was beaten beyond recognition, and the screams became louder and louder, the younger brothers finally stopped, and Huang Mao, who took the lead, came to ask Wu Rong for instructions: "Brother Rong, this bastard—"

"Put on the sack, back alley."

"okay!"

"A Rong! A Rong, listen to me—"

The younger brothers fiercely pulled Xun An who was limp on the ground and dragged him out. Wu Rong ignored Xun An's unwilling gaze, but still focused on the Taoist priest. At the same time, the people in the bar also recalled the farce.

"Little brother, your method is still too soft. If someone dares to steal someone from me, I will throw him to the East Ghost Realm. There are a lot of ghosts there. I will guarantee his beauty and happiness."

A guest who was as skinny as dry wood laughed and said, he occupied a table by himself, with a bucket of instant noodles in front of him, and a bucket of instant noodles on the opposite side which was empty. The strange thing is that there are two chopsticks inserted vertically in the bucket of instant noodles, just like offering to the dead during Chinese New Year. There was a large area around him, and no one dared to sit with him as if others were afraid.

Wu Rong frowned slightly.

He seemed to see a dark phantom sitting opposite that person, with a small throat like the eye of a needle, but a distended abdomen like a pregnant woman. Xu Ying salivated at the instant noodles, her long hair mopping the floor rolled up the noodles and stuffed them into what seemed to be her mouth, swallowing very hard.

What is this stuff?

"remuneration."

The clear voice hit like ice and stones, calling back Wu Rong's attention, the voice seemed to contain some kind of charm, it was extremely pleasant to listen to. When the voice sounded, the black phantom sitting opposite the guests disappeared completely in fear. Wu Rong turned her head and saw the Taoist priest looking at her with clear eyes, so clear that one could see the bottom at a glance, like the warm sun in winter.

Wu Rong likes such eyes, he glanced at his younger brother, the younger brother leaned over with a flattering smile, and whispered in his ear:

"Brother Rong, this is a wild Taoist priest who just came to our bar to apply for a resident singer. He has no masters and wants to ask for a living. Isn't this just in time? The brothers want to hire you to wash your eyes. The boy mentioned What kind of remuneration... Cough cough, don't worry about it, if he doesn't know how to throw him out, he'll have to—"

"How many."

"what?"

The younger brother was dumbfounded, and Wu Rong looked directly at the young Taoist priest: "How much is it?"

"five hundred."

The little brother couldn't hold back his face: "You are a lion! You—"

"Give you."

Wu Rong stuffed all the money he snatched from Xun An into the hands of the Taoist priest. He was slow to react, but no matter how slow a person was, he would have sensed something was wrong when he saw that ghostly shadow. This may not be a dream, but it is definitely not the original ordinary world.

After half his life, Wu Rong just wants to go home and see if his mother is still there.

"There's too much money and I only take what is due."

The Taoist frowned slightly, his expressionless face finally changed. But Wu Rong didn't say much to him, and hurriedly left the bar with his hands. The sky outside was gloomy, covered with thick clouds, it should be summer but it was like autumn, it was unspeakably cold, the street was still the street in memory, the crowds were bustling, and the buildings were not much different, but Wu Rong knew that there were many things Everything has changed.

"Pen fairy for sale! Pen fairy for sale! The new pen fairy is for sale. The pen fairy who used to be one hundred and eight, two hundred and eight, and three hundred and eight is now all twenty-eight, all twenty-eight!"

"Black dogs, pure natural black dogs, guaranteed not to be dyed dogs! Roots are pure black, pure blood, buy black dogs, get black dog blood! Buy black dogs, get black dog blood!"

"When I grow up, I want to be admitted to Tianshi Academy. My mother was very happy to hear that, and bought me my favorite Xi X Lang jelly."

The loudspeakers in the small shops on both sides are noisy, the sound is loud, and the advertisements hung on the central mall are not celebrity advertisements. On the posters, several young handsome teenagers dressed as Taoist priests are posing coldly, holding folk instruments such as erhu, pipa and flute in their arms. The black and white characters on the banner are eye-catching: "Hulongshan Youth Group has released a new work, and the album signing event of "Qingjingjing" is scheduled for July 29!"

Wu Rong subconsciously avoided the crowd and rubbed his eyes. From the moment he saw the phantom, he felt that his left eye was so painful that it was followed by sand, and he couldn't get it out no matter how much he rubbed it. Originally, Wu Rong wanted to buy a bottle of mineral water to take a bath, but just after entering the small shop to take a look, he backed out without saying a word.

The shadows reflected behind the row of mineral water turned out to be rows of ghost heads.

Wu Rong didn't know how he got back to the door of the shop at home. The world turned into a completely unfamiliar appearance. The strangeness was even more outrageous than a dream. The closer he was to home, the slower he walked. The world has changed so much. Wu Rong was afraid that his own mother would also change.

...It seems that it has not changed, and something is wrong.

Hiding in the alley, Wu Rong silently lit a cigarette, watching her mother eagerly selling new paper money to guests.

【Laoliang Shroud Shop】

Wreaths, shrouds, bands, Feng Shui, incense paper, urns...

Undertake cremation, burial one-stop service. service line:…

Wu Rong's mother's surname and his father's surname are Liang, so he left this shroud shop for his mother when he left early. Because her family opened a shroud shop, Wu Rong was isolated and excluded by her peers. Seeing the busy mother in front of the store now, looking at her familiar yet unfamiliar face, Wu Rong couldn't express the feeling in her heart.

"Jingle jingle, jingle jingle—"

The phone rang suddenly, Wu Rong frowned and wanted to hang up, but found that no matter how hard she pressed the phone, she couldn't get it off and kept ringing. Seeing the sharp sound of the phone attracting the attention of others, Wu Rong turned to the corner of the street before her mother could see her, but the phone still couldn't be connected.

Could it be that the phone is broken?

The monotonous bell rang repeatedly in the empty alley, as if it came from another world, with a ghostly aura, and Wu Rong was the only one in the alley. Something was wrong, his intuition sounded the alarm, goosebumps appeared, and Wu Rong wanted to throw away the phone, but in the next moment, his movements suddenly stopped.

A creepy chewing sound came from the side of the trash can, like a wild dog stealing food, a black figure buried its head in it and devoured it, and when Wu Rong noticed it, it also raised its head, looking over numbly and greedily.

"You smell...delicious..."

hum!

The sharp wind came suddenly, Wu Rong reacted very quickly and kicked it away. He had fought since he was a child, and this kick hit the most vulnerable abdomen of ordinary people, and he did not spare any strength. But his foot felt as if he had kicked hard steel, and he was in pain from the shock. At this time, the true face of the monster also appeared in front of Wu Rong.

Its head is huge, like a drum, but its throat is smaller than a needle. It turned out to be the ghost sitting opposite the customers in the bar. Wu Rong kicked its bulging belly like a pregnant woman, but it didn't cause any harm!

When the ghost image took shape, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, surrounded by black mist, and filled with gloom. Wu Rong let out a breath, and it turned out to be a hazy white mist that only occurs when the temperature is low. This is not an illusion, the ghost is changing the surrounding environment!

Seeing the black mist spreading rapidly, Wu Rong turned around and ran in the opposite direction without hesitation at the shroud shop not far from the street corner. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, that is, the farther away from home the better. Sure enough, the ghost immediately ran after him, and the area where the fog descended also spread in the direction of Wu Rong's escape.

The temperature continued to drop, gradually Wu Rong's body seemed to be frozen and he could not move, and soon he would be too frozen to move. It's just that Wu Rong's nerves are different from ordinary people, as if he is not afraid by nature, he can still think in this critical situation of being chased by a ghost.

Does calling 110 work?

Wu Rong suddenly realized that the phone that couldn't be hung up just now hadn't rang since the beginning of the chase. At the same time, the mobile phone is getting colder and colder, and it is like a lump of ice in the hand. He looked down, and saw a thin layer of frost forming on the screen of the phone at some point. The frost is deep and shallow, outlining a fuzzy pattern. In the blink of an eye, the pattern became more and more obvious, with a little bit of blood oozing strangely, and in the end it looked like a grimace of a child bleeding from all seven orifices!

again!

The cold air was getting closer and closer, Wu Rong lost all feeling on his back, the ghosts had already pounced on his back, there were wolves in front and tigers in back, Wu Rong's eyes sharpened, he turned around brazenly and prepared to fight to the death!

"beep."

An extremely abrupt voice sounded in the quiet alley, and the phone in Wu Rong's hand was connected at this moment! The buzzing sound of electric current came from the mobile phone, as if the signal was not good, and then—

"Clack cluck, cluck cluck."

The children's crisp and silver-bell-like laughter resounded through the alley. It was clearly an innocent and childish voice, but it was creepy to listen carefully. Furious.

"Wang... I finally found you."