MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 7 Dingding raises a group of ghosts

"Don't talk nonsense, ma'am, I'm getting goosebumps."

The middle-aged man rubbed his arms and felt strangely cold: "Let's talk to the flight attendant when he arrives later, it's really scary..."

"Wu Rong!"

A warm and cheerful voice came from the corridor outside their cubicle, accompanied by the faint lemon fragrance of the breath freshener. Breaking the 'dignified' atmosphere in the compartment. Wu Rong thought the voice was quite familiar, and when he looked over, he saw Zhou Xun, a tall and burly man in uniform, with a mask on his face, smiling and leaning against the door, flicking the iron plate on his chest.

"Unexpectedly, you Zhou brother and I will be in charge of this train!"

"Hey, let me tell you why Xiaohua is barking. It turns out that you are the policeman. No wonder you said it. It is still young and inexperienced. It can't tell the difference between a wild ghost and a house ghost. Please forgive me. This is a family ghost. The eggs laid by the reed chicken are all the best!"

While talking, the aunt enthusiastically stuffed Zhou Xun with a lot of things, such as local eggs and farm dishes, and other people in the carriage respected Zhou Xun very much. There were not many people as enthusiastic as the aunt, but they also greeted Zhou Xun one after another. . Seeing people coming and going, it was really not a place to talk, Zhou Xun blinked at Wu Rong, and after a while, both of them left the encirclement and met outside.

"This is my exclusive lounge, you can come here to find me if you need anything."

Zhou Xun unlocked it with his fingerprint and invited Wu Rong in. The lounge is not big, it is a single room, although the sparrow is small and well-equipped, it is much better than Wu Rong's hard sleeper.

After closing the door, Zhou Xun's expression suddenly became serious: "I just heard the chicken crowing in your carriage when I went to find you. Is there a call?"

"no."

Wu Rong shook his head and paused: "Since I met Daoist Fu that day, the phone ghost hasn't appeared."

"Then be careful."

Zhou Xun sat upright on the bed, gave the only stool in the lounge to Wu Rong, and lowered his voice: "The car that was going to take the Yunnan-Guizhou line today was inspected by a special person. I can't tell you the specific situation, but the car on the car There is indeed a problem. Normal driving is fine, but when we get to the southeast of Guizhou, the mountain roads are winding and ghostly, and if we are not careful, there may be serious accidents."

Wu Rong nodded silently.

When the ghost alarm clock rang that day, he called Zhou Xun directly, and when he sent Fu Qing away, Zhou Xun went downstairs to Wu Rong. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Rong euphemistically raised the issue of possible accidents on the train with Zhou Xun, since it involved life safety after all.

Originally, he didn't report much hope, but Zhou Xun took it seriously and asked someone to investigate. The car that Wu Rong took was no longer the original one, but had been thoroughly inspected and confirmed to be ok.

"If you feel soreness between the eyebrows, vision loss, or slight astigmatism symptoms, remember to tell me."

Speaking of this, Zhou Xun laughed and said, "We in Yangjiaping still have a place to recommend to Huaqing Buddhist College. Although it is not as good as the Capital Tianda, it is also a first-class good school!"

Since confirming that something happened to the train, Zhou Xun's attitude towards him has become closer. Wu Rong was worried that in this world of ghosts and ghosts, whether she would be arrested by relevant departments for research. Who knew that after checking online, he knew that the future can be seen in this world, and there are not a few people who attract ghosts.

There is even a special visual ability called 'Tianyantong', which is a good seed born to be a monk, and will be especially coveted by ghosts, which is very similar to Wu Rong's current symptoms.

Better to be mistaken for anything than to be discovered after death. After interacting with other people in the past few days, Wu Rong discovered that Fu Qing was the only one who could tell at a glance that he had the face of a dead person. He would be much safer after the first seven days and the ghost energy dissipated.

Apart from wearing a mask all the time, Zhou Xun is quite enthusiastic. He can't be idle, and he wants to put a shoulder on his shoulders from time to time. Every time Wu Rong avoids his touch without any trace. Wu Rong was cold by nature, and Xun An had learned from the past, and he didn't like being touched by others, Fu Qing was an exception that day. Zhou Xun was so nervous that he didn't notice anything, and bid farewell to Wu Rong when it was time to patrol the other carriages.

There were three people on duty on this train, besides Zhou Xun who was a ghost raiser, there were two celestial masters. After returning, Wu Rong found that ordinary people respected and loved these ability users very much. One of the two celestial masters is older, and the other has a childish face. Although both are a little academically reserved, they are also very polite, and there are no those who look down on others and bully the weak.

The train travels on the haunted land day and night, occasionally stopping when passing through other safe areas. The sky in Huangquan is always dark, and it is hard to distinguish day from night. From rebirth to now, Wu Rong finally has the time to think quietly alone. In addition to browsing the news on the Internet, Wu Rong has started to fill out questionnaires from the Witchcraft Society.

Now that he has filled in 500 questions, the weight of the questions has increased, but they are more weird than before. Most of them are questions about the applicant's personal situation, but the questions are very weird.

【506 What does he like to eat】

【507 What is his favorite thing to do】

【508 What type of blood is he】

…

Who is the 'he' in this question? Wu Rong didn't understand, and he didn't express it at the beginning of the questionnaire. If you don't look at the front and just look at the 500 questions at the back of the questionnaire, it's almost like a quiz asked by an enthusiastic fan. The identity information on the forum is private, and you can only see it when you join the community. Wu Rong couldn't ask others, and the post soon sank.

Wu Rong felt that the person who made the question might have made a mistake, and the half-answered questionnaire could not be discarded. In the end, he simply filled it out according to his own preferences. There were a total of 1,000 questions in the questionnaire, and Wu Rong finally completed it on the third day of the journey. Submitted the questionnaire and waited for review. Wu Rong didn't have any hope of passing the application, so he applied to the 'Turtle Breeders Exchange and Learning Association'.

This is Zhou Xun's club, which is a small club for relatives and friends of ghost raisers. There are many taboos on the Internet. Raising ghosts cannot be said to be raising ghosts, but to use the homophonic word "turtle". This time, Wu Rong's application was quickly approved, and Zhou Xun, the deputy head of the club who had deserted at work, gave him a warm welcome, and then brought Wu Rong to join the DingTalk group.

Everyone in the group was also very enthusiastic about the newcomers, and they welcomed them with effervescence, and their personal nicknames were also very interesting. The starving ghost is kept by [Crocodile Turtle], the ghoul is raised by [Green-haired Turtle], and the hanged ghost is kept by [Long-necked Turtle]. Zhou Xun nicknamed it 'Money Turtle'. He has a money ghost sore in his throat. , the most powerful among all the ghosts.

While Wu Rong was flipping through the classified materials of ghosts in the club, the train suddenly shook. The originally smooth road bumped violently, as if the plane encountered strong air currents. Reflexively, Wu Rong grasped the armrest beside the bed to control his body, and looked out the window, he was stunned.

"Passengers, please pay attention! We are now passing the Qingwuya battlefield site. The strong wind and strong air flow may cause the train to turbulence to a certain extent. This is a normal phenomenon. Passengers and friends, please do not panic. Passengers with hard seats, please confirm Whether the seat belts are fastened, sleeper passengers, please confirm whether the seat belts are fastened, put on goggles, and hold on to the armrests beside the seats or at the head of the bed, thank you for your understanding and cooperation!"

The broadcast was repeated three times, and the passengers who were in a state of chaos quickly calmed down under the comfort of the flight attendant, and put on their seat belts one after another. But Wu Rong stared out of the window intently, his attention was completely attracted by the external environment.

In Huangquan Yongye, the thick ghost aura is like clouds covering the sky, but now it is bright outside.

The sun shines from the sky, reflecting on the cliffs and the verdant pines and cypresses. It is said that it is a train, but in fact there are not many carriages, it is more like an extended version of the bus, so that it can be difficult to move forward on the narrow rocky road with nine twists and turns. Looking down through the window is the endless torrential river, which is extremely high and extremely dangerous.

But if you look forward, you can see that the river suddenly changed its course, and a large area of ​​the ground under the cliff was sunken. Half of the soil was scarlet and viscous, dry and cracked, and piles of pale skeletons exposed outside the mud and rock layers could be vaguely seen, while the other half of the ground But it was all scorched black and full of scars, as if it had been struck by lightning, and the rolling and muffled thunder could be heard endlessly.

Even though the windows were closed, Wu Rong always felt that he could smell blood. He felt dizzy and wanted to vomit just by looking at the **** land. And the silence coming from the scorched area made him even more unbearable, he was naturally repelled, and unconsciously felt a sense of tyranny as if encountering a natural enemy, as if there was something in his heart that was about to come out.

It wasn't until Wu Rong's chest warmed up that he came back to his senses, unconsciously clutching the amulet, Wu Rong heard the uncle in the next bed calling his name.

"Young man, don't look directly at the battlefield!"

"Young people are too reckless! This is the site of the battlefield where Master Fu led the thunder to kill the Bone Ghost King and the Bone Ghost Kingdom. Shocked out of my soul!"

Catching the blindfold that the uncle kindly threw, and hearing the word 'Fu', Wu Rong unconsciously thought of Fu Qing.

"Master Fu?"

"No way, eh, now there are no people who don't even know Grandmaster Fu!"

The aunt who had already put on the blindfold and strapped on the bed was startled, as if seeing a monkey jumping out of a rock. Even the middle-aged uncle was speechless and shook his head repeatedly: "Young people nowadays love The League education is so bad that they don’t even know the nine heroes and martyrs who saved mankind back then.”

"If there is no Grandmaster Fu, we are still living in dire straits, how can there be a new alliance now!"

At the same time, Zhou Xun was sitting with two celestial masters in the rest area. Unlike ordinary people who need to wear blindfolds, they can see the battlefield through a telescope made of special materials. Compared with ordinary people, they understand the horror that caused such a huge battlefield site.

"Unexpectedly, sixty years have passed, and the evil wind of resentment from the Bone Ghost King has not dissipated."

Zhou Xun was speechless and couldn't help scratching his throat. Affected by the ghostly aura, money ghost sores faintly showed abnormalities, and the bad breath that had just been suppressed by the freshener came up, but no one noticed it now. It seems that the young celestial master who just came out of practice is staring intently at the scorched black earth, fascinated by it: "The Patriarch of the Sanqing is above, the mysterious thunder descends from the sky, killing evil and demons, today I finally saw it with my own eyes!"

"There are so many celestial masters who want to apply for this line every year. Isn't it just to witness the ruins of Master Fu?"

The other person was full of admiration and shock, and said repeatedly: "It's too powerful, it's so powerful, I really want to see with my own eyes the grand scene in the textbook that Master Fu holds the nine-turn lightning strike mahogany sword and kills the Bone Ghost King with one sword!"

"I chose the Lightning Art because of Master Fu!"

The young celestial master's eyes were shining brightly: "I have applied for next year's experience in Huangquan, and sooner or later, I will lead the thunder to kill all evil spirits like Master Fu!"

As the train moved forward, it was getting closer and closer to the ruins of the battlefield that was densely smashed by the thunder. The two young celestial masters took out yellow paper and cinnabar on the spot, borrowing the power of the thunder that never disperses. Draw thunder charms like crazy. It would be miserable for Zhou Xun, he was trembling, wishing he could curl up into a ball.

The ghost is naturally afraid of the cold righteousness left by the sky thunder, and the ghost sore he raised desperately hides down, and it almost hides from the throat to the intestines in a blink of an eye.

Dirty things can best restrain a clean aura, but Zhou Xun's face turns blue when he thinks that the ghost sores he has stayed in that kind of place will return to his throat. Scratching all over, fidgeting, unable to stay here any longer, he simply walked out.

All the lights in the corridor with the talismans engraved on them were turned off, and it was pitch black outside the train, and all the talismans were dimmed. Now it is completely an ordinary train. The resentment in the battlefield ruins has not dissipated for sixty years, and any new aura of talismans may cause riots. Capable people like Zhou Xun and the two celestial masters would wear talismans to shield their breath, for fear of attracting ghosts and spirits.

"If it wasn't for the lingering power of the heavenly thunder, I'm afraid that just this large piece of bone and blood mud can give birth to new ghosts."

Zhou Xun sighed that it is not easy to kill ghosts completely, let alone the ghost king. If the original keepsakes are not destroyed, they will come back again. Breeding new ghosts soon.

Seeing that the train was passing through the minefield and was about to reach the **** mud and bone area, Zhou Xun finally felt a little more comfortable. Disgusted by the cowardly ghost sore, he walked towards the lounge.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello? Mr. Ma, yes, Wu Rong is in the car now."

"Now? Now we are about to cross Qingwu Cliff, why..."

‘Stop, emergency stop, don’t cross Qingwuya! be quick! '

On the other side of the phone, Mr. Ma said sharply and urgently: "The little ghost who followed Wu Rong is a remnant soul of the number 460 phone ghost who destroyed Changqing City sixty years ago. A subordinate of the Bone Ghost King, he was beheaded by Grandmaster Fu on Qingwu Cliff. , Qingwuya ruins will revive its power! Hurry up, or it will be too late...Zi, zi, zi...'

beep.

The phone was hung up abruptly, and at the same time, abnormal darkness enveloped the car. Ordinary people in the carriage can't feel the ghostly air, they just feel cold. They were blinded by special blindfolds and couldn't see the changes in the environment, and they were still waiting for the broadcast.

"Why is the air conditioner so cold?"

The aunt murmured and complained in a low voice: "Hey, where is the wind coming from? It hurts my neck..."

"Did you hear the bell?"

The middle-aged uncle said something abruptly, which made the car fall into silence. I didn't feel it just now, but there seemed to be a subtle ringing in the silence, the most common ringing of a mobile phone. After a while, the chicken hiding in the bamboo basket remained silent, and the ringing of the mobile phone went from very soft to louder and louder.

Suddenly, the aunt hesitated and said, "It seems to be coming from...under your bed, Mr. Wu Rong?"