MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 4 Fu Qing

finally come.

Hearing what her mother said, Wu Rong felt that the dust had settled in her heart.

Although the world has changed, his mother also told him about his grandmother at this time in his previous life. It's just that Wu Rong was rebellious and lived in a bar at that time, and the mother and son had a big fight when they met each other, and then broke up unhappy. The matter of going back to my hometown was of course nothing. My mother finally got angry and went back alone, but there was a car accident on the road, and the car overturned down the Duliu River.

Wu Rong didn't think about anything else when she came back in this life, the first was to teach Xun Ana to eat dog food, and the second was to tell her mother not to die.

The world where ghosts and monsters are revived is undoubtedly more dangerous than before.

Wu Rong didn't say a word, the witch mother had long been used to his temper, and complained that "three sticks can't make a dull fart", and settled the matter on her own initiative.

"It's true that the sun is coming out from the west. Why don't you say those stupid things today, kid?"

Said that in the end, the witch mother looked suspiciously at Wu Rong: "Isn't it because I didn't hold my fart in my stomach?"

The two used to fight every day without giving each other a step, but this time Wu Rong rarely said anything, which made the witch mother feel strange. Involuntarily, she touched Wu Rong's forehead and muttered in her mouth: "Isn't it true, I have to go to the Daole store to buy an album and play it back, little bastard, I know I will lose money for the family..."

"mom."

"What are you doing? Grandpa can't help but go, that's your grandma! I haven't seen you for so many years, and it's shameful not to go back for my 90th birthday—"

"You stay and look at the store, I'll go back alone."

Seeing that her mother was rarely stunned, Wu Rong had her own consideration in mind. My mother was very firm about going back to Miaojiang to see my grandmother, and she couldn't be persuaded once or twice. Even if the world is changed, the time is changed, the car is changed, the accident on the way back to his hometown may not necessarily change, Wu Rong is not at ease. Besides, since the ghost phone call, Wu Rong felt that he must be unlucky to be targeted by some dangerous ghost.

He is a person who has died once, and he is not afraid of death, but he also does not want to die in such an unclear way. Going back to my hometown is an opportunity. In this dangerous world, only with strength can we protect ourselves. Wu Rong has a strong sense of crisis and has a strong sense of alertness. He can't learn the magic of celestial masters, he can't raise ghosts and exorcise ghosts. Going back to Miaojiang to see is the only way.

"It's okay to close the shroud shop for a week and a half, as long as you have enough money to spend."

Hearing what he said, the witch mother's tough attitude softened, and she hesitated instead: "Grandma's letter before told you to go back alone, what kind of test is not tested, the old woman is also cruel, and let her only grandson take such a risk... Oh forget it, anyway I'll think about it when I have time."

The witch mother is a vigorous and resolute person. After thinking about it, she immediately stopped talking about it. She urged Wu Rong to have a meal and take a bath like an old hen, and then sent him upstairs to rest. Sitting on the bed, Wu Rong didn't sleep, and flipped out the phone Zhou Xun gave him. There are very few APPs above, and the icons can be counted with one hand.

"Ding dong."

"Have you caught it and sent a new message."

The phone vibrated, and a red '2' appeared on the light blue APP icon. Wu Rong clicked on the app called "Catched?" In addition to the paid section for expelling ghosts, there is also a chat section. In the chat bar, he found the message from Zhou Xun. In addition to the formulaic greeting and reminding him to pay attention to safety, he also sent him a link to the forum.

"This is our internal forum. Xiaorong, you are very interested in this aspect. It stands to reason that ordinary people cannot access this. I secretly registered an account for you. You can only browse on this phone. Don't tell Ma Old them."

"thanks."

Wu Rongzheng needs a way to systematically understand the world. After logging in with the account password sent by Zhou Xun, he starts to look at the most basic background like a sponge that absorbs water.

On July 12, 2045, Liuyang Metropolis Daily published a piece of inconspicuous news that Xiaofang, a girl in bed 4 of the 444 dormitory of a vocational high school in Liuyang City, disappeared strangely. But it was found that there was only the picture of Xiaofang entering the dormitory, but not leaving the picture. Xiaofang's mobile phone, laptop, wallet and other valuables are all neatly placed in the dormitory.

According to her roommate, Xiaofang went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and never came back. The police conducted an on-site investigation and found a large group of **** hair in the bathroom of the dormitory, which was confirmed to belong to the missing person Xiaofang through DNA identification. But how can normal people be crushed in the sewer. There were different opinions for a while, and this news was seen by a certain netizen, and it was transferred to the local supernatural forum.

Soon after, there were more and more cases of mysterious disappearances in Liuyang City, and their hair and incomplete corpses were all found in the sewers. The victims were both male and female.

Taking the 7.12 corpse mud incident as an opportunity, there are more and more supernatural incidents around the world, such as the Hong Kong Island ghost house incident, the Disney amusement park clown incident, the Munich spooky cathedral incident, ghost knocking on the door, ghost phone incidents, etc. Those who have grown from dozens to thousands, and all this is just a harbinger of spiritual recovery.

On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month in 2048, the gate of ghosts opened wide, and Qilian Tiankeng appeared. At this point, the supernatural recovery came completely, and the ghost king was born. Countless small countries were destroyed overnight by the ghost king, the world was in turmoil, and cultures were broken. Many big countries such as Huahua have the ability to see the future and make predictions before the tiankeng comes, so they can prepare in advance to resist the first wave of ghosts.

It is now 2142, almost a hundred years have passed since the Tiankeng appeared. Although half of the world has been reduced to ghost territory and has not been recovered, the human safety zone has basically stabilized and a new rule system has been established. In the process of fighting against the ghost tide, the borders of countries became blurred when the fate of human beings lived and died, and many neighboring countries merged and fought side by side. After the war, the original countries did not exist, and only four alliances remained—the Asian Union, the European Union, American Union and African Union.

Some scholars speculate optimistically that human beings and evil spirits will ebb and flow, from being strong and weak to evenly matched, and soon human beings will grow enough to launch a counterattack and regain lost ground, and suggest that the 2148 Tiankeng Centennial Day be designated as a new era for mankind .

Wu Rong hastily skipped over these historical backgrounds, and he focused on how to become a capable person. It's a pity that if you want to become a celestial master, Ye Luzi basically doesn't work, and you must receive an orthodox academy education. It is extremely dangerous to become a ghost breeder. Many people do a lot of outrageous things in order to make themselves more yin, such as abusing cats and dogs, digging up corpses and cannibalizing them, sleeping in coffins and so on.

Therefore, ghost raisers must also undergo strict assessment, and the corresponding sections can only be browsed if they reach the corresponding level. The account Zhou Xun gave Wu Rong was only the lowest level, and most of the forums could not be browsed. The few that can be seen are better than none. Wu Rong took a few glances, and finally turned his attention to the community section.

Compared with the formal Tianshi Academy and the ghost raising organization, the associations on the Internet are much looser. There are not many requirements. Yes, there are all kinds of gossip organizations, but it depends on your own vision whether there are real materials or scams.

After observation and comparison, Wu Rong did not join popular clubs such as 'Photography Society—the camera is the god, photographing the truth, ghosts appear', 'Huntuan Society—Huntuan takeaway, dare to buy, I dare to sell' and other popular clubs, but searched for relevant Miao Jiang, the association of Miao Gu.

The Miao border in this world is different from the original world, and there are also unique and small groups of witches and gu masters who are different from ghost raisers and celestial masters. Before going back, Wu Rong wanted to know as much as possible.

But Miao Gu has been mysterious since ancient times, and it is still a small group now. After searching for a long time, Wu Rong only found a small society called 'Witch Society'.

The profile picture of this club is a black dog with baring teeth and claws. It is really small, but there are only 4 people, which will be enough to establish a club standard. The club declaration is: Wu Miao Research Club, welcome all those who love and are interested in Wu Miao to join.

Male Witch and Female Gu is a tradition in Miao Village, and Wu Miao is another name for male witch Gu masters. Wu Rong discovered that although the society called Witchcraft Society was small, it had some skills. There were four badges hanging under the head of the society, which were [Researcher of Ghost King], [Researcher of Fierce Ghost], [Specialist in Fuzhuan], [Nurturance Ghost Specialization], all of them have elite purple titles. There is a golden G circle in front of the association, which means that it is an international association, and there are not only members of the Asian League, but also members of the Foreign League.

In some respects, these badges are the 'identity cards' of the community. Members of the community can only obtain badges if they meet the corresponding strength or have submitted a corresponding number of research papers. In other words, although the club called 'Witch Society' has a small number of people, it has many powerful people.

I don't know how strict the requirements are to join.

Wu Rong thought about applying to join. Unlike other associations that required payment of money and other requirements, the assessment popped up by the Witchcraft Association required filling out a twenty-three-page questionnaire with as many as a thousand questions.

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

The alarm clock sounded from the bedside, Wu Rong flicked his wrist and pressed the alarm clock. He had been filling out the questionnaire of the Witchcraft Society just now, but he only filled out one-third of it. It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and it's time for him to go to the bar for work. Putting away the phone and preparing to fill it in later, Wu Rong got up, but the next moment he found that the alarm clock hadn't stopped.

The alarm clock was ringing loudly, and the sound of jingle bells was clear and sweet, but the monotony made people feel irritated after ringing for a long time. Gradually, the sound gradually became blurred, and it sounded more and more like the ringtone of a mobile phone.

Wu Rong took a step back calmly, clutching Zhou Xun's cell phone tightly in his hand.

Ring, ring, zip, zip, jingle, ring, zip—

A fuzzy electrical sound came from the alarm clock, and this time, a layer of mist gradually floated on the clock face in front of Wu Rong's eyes. Without hesitation, Wu Rong immediately dialed Zhou Xun's number. The sound of the phone ringing was extraordinarily long, but before the other party connected, the mist on the face of the clock was thick and thin, and an angry and terrifying child's grimace had already been outlined.

"Wang...why...don't buy a mobile phone..."

"can not get connected…"

"king…"

"You should die..."

—

"I want to find the resident singer of your bar! Let go, let me in!"

On the street in the afternoon, under the disgusted eyes of passers-by, Xun An, whose face was covered in blood, smelled sourly of garbage, and whose hair was sticky with blood, was rudely thrown out by the security staff of the bar. He fell heavily on the ground, with burning pain in his back. The electric baton in the security guard's hand prevented Xun An from breaking in. He looked at the bar door, resentful and helpless.

Walking staggeringly, Xun An didn't care about the eyes of others, walked to the side of the road and squatted down.

"The crossing of the Ghost King with the Lantern would have turned the entire safe zone into a ghost zone, and those third-rate celestial masters and ghost breeders alone couldn't stop it even if they risked their lives."

Xun An gritted his teeth nervously: "It is precisely because of Fu Qing's presence that he has resisted the ghost king for so long."

When Xun An was a freshman at Tianda University in the capital, Fu Qing was already the director of the Criminal Division of Tianda University. He is a once-in-a-lifetime genius, the youngest master figure, a national treasure-level celestial master, he can draw the long-lost top three mountain talisman on golden talisman paper at a young age, and when he uses it, he can even suppress the ghost king. Ask for a match.

He has been out hunting ghost raisers or killing ghosts who violated the law all the year round, and occasionally returns to school to teach a class. The people who come to listen to the class range from students to celestial masters of various schools and forces. Xun An didn't **** a class from Fu Qing in his last life, and he still got news about his life experience intermittently from the school's gossip forum.

It is said that although Fu Qing was born in the most orthodox Fu family in Hulong Mountain, he was lost for more than ten years due to some accidents. When he was the poorest, he couldn't even buy talisman papers, so he could only live in bars to make ends meet.

Others took it as a joke, but Xun An took it seriously. He was able to go from a poor farm boy to a top student in the capital, not only because of his gentle and good looks. After his investigation and thinking, Xun An found that this national treasure-level celestial master was very likely to sing in Yangjiaping when he was poor!

"Otherwise, why Fu Qing has been lost outside, and the ghost king with the lamp was found by the Fu family after destroying Yangjiaping, and Qingyun went straight up!"

More importantly, there was a talisman in the amulet that Wu Rong gave him when he was fleeing. That seemingly ordinary talisman blocked several attacks by the evil spirits, and was recognized by Lin Wenwen as extraordinary. Fu Qing wrote in his early years.

Wu Rong grew up in Yangjiaping since he was a child, and the intersection between him and Fu Qing can only be in Yangjiaping! And Xun An remembered that there was indeed a Taoist priest who sang in this bar for a short time, but he was killed by Wu Rong before Xun An could confirm it.

"Hmph, Wu Rong, Fu Qing, you wait for me. God treats me kindly, let me be born again. In this life, Fu Qing, Lin Wenwen, Fu Zhuan, the capital is huge, and I, Xun An, must hold all of them in my hands." inside!"

Xun An clenched his fists fiercely, staggered to the corner where he could see the gate of the bar before the security guard came to chase him away again, and sat down to guard. But he waited for a long time, until the sun was setting to the west, and he didn't even wait for a figure!

"Damn it, where did everyone go?!"

—

buckle.

The slender and clean fingers like white jade knocked on the door, but no one responded. The visitor waited quietly for a while. He was wearing a simple Taoist robe, with a mahogany sword behind his back, and his hair was pulled up by bamboo branches, without any other decorations. But he was really handsome and handsome, and his temperament was beyond dust, and even the ordinary clothes were called immortal.

The Old Liang Shroud Shop is here.

But no one answered.

The visitor seemed to have noticed something, and frowned slightly. He went around the back of the shop without making a sound, and then jumped up, stepping on a tree branch as lightly as a white crane with his robe fluttering, and landed on the window sill of the second floor with one foot in two or three , Picking up the mahogany sword, the latch opened in response, the Taoist didn't have the slightest sense of trespassing into the house, and calmly entered the room through the window, facing the tense Wu Rong's wide-eyed eyes in astonishment.

"You gave me too much money the day before yesterday."

He was caught by the owner for trespassing, but the Taoist priest didn't show any embarrassment on his face. He spoke openly, with a clear voice: "I said, I only accept what I deserve."

Now that he is out of the embarrassment, he has come to pay back the money today.

The Taoist priest lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were like crow feathers, his black and white pupils looked at Wu Rong, but Wu Rong only looked at his hands. The Taoist priest came from the window, and when he landed, his white jade-like fingers rested on the alarm clock on the bedside table by the window.

The mist dissipated, the room temperature warmed up, and the ghost bell that had been ringing just now stopped immediately.

The author has something to say: Gui Tong: Scared to death!

You and I are not meant to be, it all depends on your money [funny]

The future of this article is empty, many things are made up by me, any similarity is purely coincidental =w=