After Rebirth, I returned to Miaojiang to inherit my family business

"Mr. Fu you are talking about, is it Fu Qing?"

Seeing the 'tour guide' nodding sharply, Wu Rong knew in his heart that he was talking nonsense.

Fu Qing looked only twenty years old, how could he have such a big son.

He took back a red ticket from the 'tour guide', and Wu Rong said flatly amidst his heartbroken 'ahhh': "I don't want tabloid news."

"I want to know that in the ghost market, there are stalls that sell maintenance methods for disabled ghosts."

He put the red ticket back into the hands of the 'tour guide'. The skinny man hid his money in a hurry, smiled awkwardly, and stopped embellishing and exaggerating. After thinking for a while: "There are countless stalls selling such items in the ghost market, but whether it is true or not depends on your eyesight. If you are not short of money If not, then you might as well consider the owner of stall No. 192."

"After all, celestial masters like them always have some precepts. There are few lies, and at least the possibility of being able to show the truth is relatively high."

Just really expensive.

Wu Rong didn't ask the price right away, but quietly stood aside and watched. Most of the people went to buy and sell news, but some people were attracted by the bustle here, and saw the thick "Notes on Raising Ghosts for the Disabled" placed so conspicuously on the table.

After Wu Rong looked at it for a while, there were three or five people asking for a price. It seems that what the tour guide said, "the celestial masters can't lie, even the celestial masters who deviate from the mountain gate, otherwise the power of the spells will be greatly reduced." It is better to be ruthless and spend more money to buy reliable ones instead of aimlessly searching for treasures at stalls that do not know the real ones.

There are quite a few people who have this kind of thinking, but each of them returned angrily, and none of them could impress the stall owner with their bid.

"I talked about exchanging and exchanging. Can't understand people's language? Do you care about your stinky money?"

With a snap, a black card was thrown in front of Wu Rong. There was a quarrel at the stall, and the voice of the stall owner was crisp and clear, and he hadn't even reached the stage of changing his voice, and he sounded young. He wasn't short when he stood up, but he looked thin and thin, and it didn't go against his voice, but compared with the person who was arguing with him, he looked extraordinarily thin.

The other party was tall and burly, with big arms and a round waist. He stretched his cloak to the full in a daze. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, he couldn't get off the stage in public. The man's violent resentment could be felt from his movements. He grabbed the stall owner by the collar and lifted him up rudely like a chicken without any effort: "Damn, how much is this junk thing like yours worth, let alone the truth, how much will others give you?" Do you really think of yourself as a person? Today, I have taught you a lesson—"

Before the big man finished speaking, a pale and transparent hand with slender fingers appeared from behind the stall owner and slapped the big man on the face. The seemingly light slap contained infinite and powerful power. The slap that was nearly two meters tall was sent flying, spitting blood, and fell impartially onto the black card in front of Wu Rong.

The wind from the crash of the human body raised the corners of Wu Rong's black robe, making him the focus of the crowd twice in a row. Naturally, others saw that he did not take a step back when the strong man fell, and he was indifferent and calm, as if he had expected it long ago. The big guy won't hit him.

Wu Rong had no time to think about other things, she just stared at the brawny man who slapped him lightly, and then took the hand of the skinny stall owner. The ghost hand was long and beautiful, but the inside of each nail was pierced by a gold needle, which was horrible. Starting from the side of the wrist, the suture-like gold thread continued to the elbow before disappearing.

Gold needles, gold threads, this technique is very similar to the blockade on the five sense organs of the big ghost.

"true and false?"

The stall owner sneered disdainfully, picked up the booklet, threw it up and down, and said in a choked voice, "That's how I raised my brother. Are you telling the truth?"

The audience was in an uproar. His words sounded reasonable at first glance, but when he thought about it, his hair stood on end. Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, the stall owner was satisfied. He stood on the stool behind the folding table and said loudly: "Again, my manual is only for sale. It must be a rare and highly poisonous substance in the world. Replace it."

There are many kinds of poisons in the world, and many ghost claws carry corpse poisons. But the stall owner deliberately emphasized the highly poisonous things in the world, which made people who are interested in the manual hesitate. They were also not sure if they had enough to make the stall owner look good. The big man who was blown away was still lying on the ground, and no one wanted to be as embarrassing as him. There was an eerie silence at the scene.

Suddenly, a figure slowly came out more and more, and walked to the booth.

He was tall, with a pale Soul Lamp in his hand, and his whole body was covered by a pitch-black cloak, only his beautifully curved lips and jaw were exposed. Even though his appearance was covered by a black robe, his cold and indifferent temperament made him stand out from the crowd.

But anyone who visits the ghost market often can tell that the cloak he wears is for the most basic level, those useless free people who don't have ghost eyes and ghost pupils, and only have one more ghost than ordinary people. Looks like a new baby. One's own strength and vision complement each other, and a person like him may be a treasure even with a little corpse poison.

The corners of everyone's lips sneered, waiting to be laughed at. Some stood on the sidelines, wanting to take this opportunity to find out the standard of poisonousness mentioned by the stall owner of No. 192.

But none of them could have imagined that the guy who looked like a newcomer walked over and whispered something in the stall owner's ear, and the stall owner couldn't wait to get up and followed him away! Even the stall owner, who was so stingy that there was only one folding table in his booth, took the initiative to rent the public tent next to him, nodded and bowed and lifted the curtain to invite that person to come in.

It's almost like being bewitched!

How divine is that young man!

Even more thoughtful, he realized that the poison on this person could make the stall owner so moved, and it must be extraordinary. Suddenly, the crowd vacated a large area, avoiding the place where he stood just now like the plague. As soon as the crowd dispersed, the strong man who fell to the ground was exposed. Bathed in the eyes and whispers of the crowd, the strong man became more and more ashamed and hated. He clenched his fists tightly and creaked. When he touched his mouth with his hand, he lost two teeth besides the blood.

During the movement, his hideous and terrifying face covered with scars was also exposed, and someone recognized it.

"Isn't he grimacing Huangsi? It's over. The owner of the 192 stall has gotten into trouble this time."

"How to say?"

"Shh, keep quiet. Grimace Huang Si has a stingy brother who protects his shortcomings and is the chief security officer of this ghost city. He is a well-organized ghost breeder, and he is also a great figure in the city's public security!"

"Let's go, stay here and don't get implicated."

It’s just that the noise here and the crowd gathered had already attracted the attention of the guards. The crowd parted like Moses divided the sea. A group of four guards in black and silver uniforms and badges on their arms came. They were all raising ghosts. People, with a ghostly aura so strong that free people dare not look directly at them, the leader is even more bloody, with a strong figure, a bad face, and a pair of fierce triangular eyes that are quite intimidating.

"Who is making noise here?"

"Brother!"

Grimacing Huang Si's mouth was full of blood, and he walked up to the head of the guard. Seeing the injury on his face, the head of the guard's face darkened, and his gloomy gaze swept across the audience like a jackal.

"what happened."

"Speak out, big brother will make the decision for you."

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The noise outside did not affect Wu Rong who had entered the tent. These black tents were made of special materials and had good sound insulation. The stall owner pulled the tent door and immediately walked up to him, impatiently, even stuttering a little nervously.

"You, you really, really have tarantula poison?"

Wu Rong nodded, didn't say much, and directly took out the box from the handbag, which contained the shell that the little spider just shed yesterday.

Although the little spider grew up before moulting, the shell is still pitifully small, but the size of the thumbnail. I couldn't find it unless I looked carefully, but the moment the shell was exposed, the stall owner gasped and said in shock, "It turned out to be the shell of a black rock tarantula! So, so complete, my God!"

He was so excited that he took off his hood and revealed his true face.

"I want it all, I, you, no, you make a price, I want it all!"

The stall owner was really young, at most fourteen or fifteen years old, with a baby face, pale, dark circles under his eyes, and looked a little gloomy. But when he couldn't wait to rub his hands, he revealed a bit of youthful liveliness.

"I want your manual."

"Hey, sure, that must be for you!"

The young stall owner directly threw the booklet that he had been holding in his hand back, took out another book from under his cloak, and patted the cover carefully.

"It's true that good things are too easy to lose when they're out there."

He deliberately opened it to show Wu Rong: "Here, the whole book is my experience in raising my brother, and it has been in it for more than three years. But I still want to tell you that disabled ghosts are different, and the way of raising my brother is also different. Just copy, my brother is a very, very cruel kind, and the injuries he suffered are unusual, so we can't generalize them. You can read it as a story, don't be reckless and use it directly on your own ghost."

The teenager took very detailed notes and even listed the table of contents. Wu Rong saw the five senses closed column at a glance.

"Although my brother has begun to recover, the things in the notes will not harm him, but after all, it involves a lot of privacy. If we want to trade, let's sign a ghost contract."

The boy stretched out his right hand generously. The ghost contract is a unique contract between ghost raisers, and the ghost swears that it will not violate the agreement. Wu Rong shook his hand with the left arm with the ghost pattern. Gui Qicheng, the boy instantly became more lively and cheerful, and his attitude was much better:

"The slough of the black rock tarantula is too precious! In addition to this manual, I will give you three more questions for free. Just ask, and I will tell you everything I can say."

The boy smiled and handed the note to Wu Rong: "My name is Su Xiaomi."

"Rongshan."

Wu Rong Liluo asked: "The golden thread and golden needle seal the five senses, how to unblock them."

"Hiss... This involves my blind spot of knowledge."

Su Xiaomi made a bitter face and scratched her head in embarrassment: "I want to know, there is no need to try so many ways to treat my brother. I only know that this thing is the best of the celestial masters of Longhu Mountain, but it can seal the five senses. I really haven't seen it, at least it must be a powerful character at the master level. To be honest, even if the ghost king is sealed, he can only wait for death."

"Can you still move after being sealed?"

"Hey, a normal ghost should die as soon as it is sealed. The highest I have ever seen is a ghost with two senses sealed, and that is a ghost that is almost at the level of the ghost king. The five senses can still move, I am afraid it must be the legendary heavenly ghost." A pit-level ghost king, even more powerful than the highest S-level ghost king."

Su Xiaomi waved her hand: "These two count as one question for you, do you have anything else to ask?"

Wu Rong: "If ghosts can't make a sound, how can we communicate with them?"

The big ghost was sealed off with five senses, unable to hear or speak. Wu Rong could barely sense its emotions, but couldn't do more. Like a layer of frosted glass.

"Hey, I'm good at that!"

Su Xiaomi whispered something into Wu Rong's ear, like an underground worker's secret signal.

"Remember, this is my unique secret. You can see him in your dreams as long as you do what I just said. But if the raised ghost has a violent personality, you'd better be careful, after all, if you If you die in a dream, you will be brain-dead in reality.”

"Okay, is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Fast money and quick work."

Wu Rong's question was so straightforward, Su Xiaomi didn't realize it for a while, and blinked: "Ah? Oh! I know I know, but most of what I know is only done by celestial masters, such as divination, drawing symbols, whatever. They all have money. It’s okay to become a ghost hunter to take on the task, the money comes quickly, but it’s too dangerous.”

"Most of the missions with a lot of money are ghost-level missions. The water inside is very deep. Some missions say that they are a ghost. In fact, after going there, they find out that they are two ghosts with a mother and a child. If you don't have diamonds, don't do porcelain work. You won't be able to do it until you die. know how he died."

"Actually, it's good to start a live broadcast. People will watch whatever you want to broadcast about raising ghosts and killing ghosts. If you can sign a contract with a reliable big platform like Ghost Tooth and Fighting Ghosts, the confidentiality is also good. Isn't the Federation now supporting and calling on the anchors? Go to Huangquan or various tiankengs to broadcast live!"

Su Xiaomi got excited, took his mobile phone and opened a live broadcast software for Wu Rong to watch. The hottest one on the top was the live broadcast room named 'No. 444 Tiankeng'. There were already three hundred viewers waiting inside before the broadcast started. Ten thousand.

"Everything can be broadcast live. You see, even the district police have their own channel number dedicated to Tiankeng."

At first glance, Su Xiaomi was an old viewer. When talking about the live broadcast, she babbled: "The tiankeng is different from the ghost domain, it's more like a period of frozen time. The supernatural events that happened at that time will repeat in the pit, ghosts It's also fierce, and many of the evil spirits in the old Tiankeng have become ghost kings. Those like us who are not qualified for the Tiankeng trial can learn a lot by watching the live broadcast."

The emergence of a supernatural recovery and the descending of a tiankeng is a deep scar in human history, also known as a catastrophe. Countless people love the Tiankeng live broadcast because the frozen time is full of precious scenes before the catastrophe. These scenes of peace, beauty and happiness in the past will encourage generations of young people to fight against ghosts and ghosts, regain the lost land, let the dark clouds over the ghost domain dissipate, and reappear the blue sky.

"Look, the homepage recommends great anchors with real talents, and many of them are famous and powerful characters on the list... Fuck, why did Deputy Bureau Zheng start the broadcast?!"

Without further thought, Su Xiaomi frantically clicked on the newly opened live broadcast room, and explained to Wu Rong: "Deputy Bureau Zheng is the current highest leader of the District Public Security Bureau, and he is here to pick up Mr. Fu this time! Mr. Fu, you know, It’s the recently famous one—look! Mr. Fu is indeed there!”

Wu Rong followed Su Xiaomi's finger to look over, and in the middle of the screen was a man in a uniform, with gray hair on his temples, and a dignified square face. There was no one other than him, and there was only a white corner of Su Xiaomi's finger. But the swipe barrage had exploded, and he almost got stuck in the live broadcast room. Su Xiaomi quickly closed the barrage, zoomed in on the screen with two fingers, and focused on the corner of the clothes.

"White, silver thread, dark lines...I'll get one later."

He murmured in a serious tone as if he was researching academic issues, and he didn't forget to show off to Wu Rong: "You don't know, since Mr. Fu became famous, I have made a lot of money with that catchphrase! What's wrong with being someone's son? It's cheap, you don't make money, you bastard!"

"Mr. Fu should be in the car by now. Let me see. Hey, isn't he in the car? This scene is quite like a ghost market. I didn't expect that Mr. Fu would also visit the ghost market. Wait, wait a minute, this ring, Why does the environment look familiar?"

Agitated, Su Xiaomi started stuttering again, doubting her eyes, and said with a smile: "But, maybe I misread it. What's wrong with this black tent, why does it look so much like ours..."

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"What's going on here."

The man with the square face frowned, his sharp hawk-like eyes swept over everyone present, and finally locked on the guard standing in front of the tent, holding a hook-shaped tool to forcefully break open the tent, and standing next to him, because of his height The brothers of the Huang family who are particularly conspicuous in size. Especially when he saw that the leader was wearing the uniform of the chief of guards, the man with the square face frowned even tighter.

"Call Li Xiao."

Li Xiao is the branch president of the Yangjiaping Free People's Association, and he is in charge of this ghost market. If you said that you didn't dare to recognize the man with the Chinese character face at first, but hearing him say that, coupled with the male and female voices, the guards all felt bitter.

Without any warning, why did the immediate boss of the district bureau suddenly come down to look for him in his incognito way, just when he bumped into the head of the guard who wanted to show favoritism?

Embarrassment, just embarrassment, I can't wait to get away from the storm circle immediately. Someone secretly looked at the face of the head of the guard, and someone noticed the young, handsome and indifferent celestial master next to Deputy Director Zheng, and guessed his identity in his heart. The head of the guard's face full of scars was quite calm, he was stunned for a moment, and then went out to salute:

"Report sir, Captain Huang Hong, ghost number 3540."

"I just received a report that the stall owner at No. 192 spread anecdotes that slandered Mr. Fu Qing in private, claiming to be Mr. Fu's lost child, insulting Mr. Fu's reputation, so I..."

Huang Hong shut his mouth tightly, and he found that every time he said a word, Deputy Director Zheng's face darkened, and in the end it was like rolling dark clouds, and the eyes that fell on him were as sharp as knives. Ignoring him, Director Zheng turned his head and tried his best to speak kindly: "Mr. Fu, is the person you are looking for here?"

Mr. Fu? Which Mr. Fu?

The whole audience was silent, everyone was dazed at first, and then fixed their eyes in disbelief on the too young Celestial Master beside Zheng Ju.

Isn't it said that Mr. Fu is superb in technique, knowledgeable and over fifty years old?

How could it be so young!

The rumor is self-defeating, it is a joke. At the same time that the absurdity rose in their hearts, many people secretly thought that it was over.

The stall owner of No. 192 was finished, and it was this Fu Tianshi who was said to have a bad temper and a lot of eccentricities when he was approached by 'father'. It is said that if someone touches him, his ribs will be broken. Even Deputy Bureau Zheng kept a distance of one meter from him. Now that there are rumors of affairs, how many men can bear this?

Now it seems that it is better to be troubled by the Huang family brothers.

The onlookers could imagine that Deputy Director Zheng could too. He kept his composure and glanced at Fu Qing. Before he could speak, the ancestor walked into the tent without saying a word.

Too bad, Fu Qing is angry!

Deputy Director Zheng frowned, glared at Huang Hong, and strode after him sullenly. Huang Hong bowed his head submissively on the surface, but in fact, there was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth. He did it on purpose. The whole bureau knew that Deputy Bureau Zheng came to Yangjiaping to pick up Fu Qing. When he saw the Taoist priest next to Deputy Bureau Zheng, Huang Hong had a suspicion in his heart.

Sure enough, and what he said was the truth. If you want to blame, blame the stall owner and the black-robed man for being unlucky, hitting Deputy Director Zheng and Mr. Fu in the face——

Before Huang Hongxiao could fully fall, he was stunned into a blank blank, and so were the rest of the onlookers, and one of them even knocked out his eyeballs on the spot, wiped them and put them back on.

They were not mistaken.

The tent moved, and the stall owner of No. 192 walked out first. His cloak was crooked, and he walked with the same hands and feet, unsteadily, as if he was sleepwalking. This is quite normal, and the face of Deputy Director Zheng who came out of the next step will not change. He has experienced strong winds and waves, and it is difficult for Deputy Director Zheng to be moved by big or small things. Just looking carefully, you can see that his eyes are in a trance, as if he just saw some incredible scene, and he hasn't recovered yet.

The last ones to walk out were Mr. Fu and the man in black.

They came out side by side, and even when they got out of the tent, some people saw Mr. Fu trying to hold the hand of the black-robed man, but the black-robed man avoided it.

Pupil earthquake.

…

"That's the way it is at the moment."

In the police car, Zheng Fuju personally explained the cause and effect to Wu Rong.

"The No. 444 tiankeng needs to be entered with a companion. Mr. Fu is in a special situation. Currently, he is the only one who has no companion. He chose you on his own initiative."

Tiankeng No. 444, isn't this the special training Zhou Xun talked about back then? I thought that I would have no chance to become a free man, but I didn't expect the opportunity to come back in this way.

Noticing his expression, Deputy Bureau Zheng said solemnly: "This is a rare opportunity. Not only do all the trophies harvested from the Tiankeng belong to me, but there are also many precious rewards in the bureau."

They were all treasures at least on the same level as plum orchid bamboo purified rootless water, and this did not count the high bonuses given to the top three in special training. A saint would be moved when he saw it, let alone Wu Rong who was short of money and resources. But he still didn't agree right away.

"I want to talk to Fu Qing."

The police car just stopped at the parking lot of the Yangjiaping Public Security Bureau. Deputy Bureau Zheng and the driver got out of the car. Only Wu Rong and Fu Qing were left in the car. Fu Qing, who was originally sitting in the co-pilot seat, opened the door and sat next to Wu Rong. , put his hand on his wrist naturally, and pondered: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but your ghostly and yin energy is still stable."

"This is a newly drawn talisman."

Wu Rong didn't pick up the familiar purple talisman paper crane. He took a deep look at Fu Qing, but he hadn't felt it before. But from other people's descriptions, Fu Jie was aloof, didn't like to be touched by others, and rejected almost everyone with no chance, which was completely different from his impression. It seems that from the beginning to now, Fu Qing has completely different attitudes towards him and others, including this time specially inviting him to go to the special training together.

Does this person have two faces, or...

Wu Rong paused, then suddenly lost his mind: "Are you too?"

Staring at him, Fu Qing's cold eyes moved slightly, and the eyes became deeper and deeper: "En."