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

When Wu Rong returned to the classroom, the class had already started. The moment he entered the door, all the students in the classroom turned their heads and stared at him at the same time. Their angles and expressions were all exactly the same. It was indescribably terrifying.

"where did you go."

The teacher on the podium asked grimly: "Don't you know the exam in this class, go back quickly."

Wu Rong returned to the corner seat safely under the eyes of classmates from a classroom. As soon as she sat down, she smelled a vague smell of blood. The test paper was laid out on the table, and there were two large pale yellow pages in her hand. It was soft and rough, thick in some places and thin in others. It didn't feel like a test paper, but more like straw paper, or yellow paper that was burned to the dead.

Wu Rong raised the test paper and shook it. The angle question test paper was reflecting the sun. The thin part of the paper was transparent, and the thick part was shadowed, indistinctly, as if a grinning face was printed on it. Two holes were torn on the test paper at some point , which is the location of the ghost eye.

It seemed that there was some invisible and terrifying existence looking at her faintly through the two paper holes.

"Teacher, the paper is broken."

Wu Rong raised her hand expressionlessly, exchanging a new paper with the impatient teacher.

"It's almost time for the exam."

The teacher looked at her miserably, and his face became more and more sallow, like a wax figure that failed to melt in a wax museum. Twitching the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, it was even weirder than when he wasn't smiling.

"Students who fail will be punished."

Wu Rong didn't pay attention to the teacher's words at all. In their worst class, let alone getting good grades in the exam, the number of passers can be counted with one hand. As long as there are ten people who pass the grade and pass the class next door, the teacher is happy to jump off the stairs.

As if in response to the teacher's words, the clock hanging at the back of the classroom rang, and the paper would be handed in in ten minutes. But Wu Rong's new test paper was still blank. This time there was no grimace, but the questions were also gone. How could a completely blank test paper pass. At the same time, the smell of blood that was faintly present became stronger and stronger.

tick.

tick.

The viscous and smelly liquid dripped from the table bucket to the ground, and the strong and disgusting **** smell also came from there. Wu Rong bent down, tilted her head to look at the table bucket, and saw a piece of **** flesh that was still trembling slightly. There were black hairs on the meat, which looked like dense mold. Every time it squirmed and trembled, the hairs on it trembled with it.

Withdrawing his eyes, Wu Rong looked around, and saw the tattooed boy with the inch head sitting on the left side closest to him gave her a malicious smile, glanced at Wu Rong's test paper which was still blank, the malicious smile on his face was even worse, and he mouthed. :'You, it's over, it's over'

His mouth was exaggerated, and he could see the scarlet blood throat, and there was a black thing in the deepest part, which seemed to be covered with hair like a piece of meat.

Wu Rong glanced at him, and then at his paper.

She raised her hand, exchanged the papers between herself and the man with a short head very naturally and smoothly, and wrote her name in the upper left corner of the paper.

Jingle Bell-

It just so happened that it was time to hand in the papers. When the bell rang, the man with the short hair was still in a daze. When he saw Wu Rong handing in the papers, he stood up abruptly, grabbed Wu Rong's arm, and said with a grim expression, "Teacher, she—"

"Teacher, he put mice in my desk bucket."

Wu Rong seemed to be hurt by being squeezed, and looked down at her arm. The skinny and pale arms of the dark-haired girl were thin and sensitive, and they turned blue when they were squeezed. With long black hair hanging down, and a short and delicate body, it looks even more fragile in contrast to the mighty and tall man with a cropped head. He looks like a pitiful little boy who has been bullied on campus.

The sallow-faced teacher stepped forward and glanced at Wu Rong's table fight. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wu Rong vaguely heard the sound of him swallowing. Then the teacher stood up and looked at the cropped man with serious dissatisfaction: "Liu Gao, why did you put mice on Wu Rong's desk?"

With a glance, he saw the blank test paper on the desk of the inch-headed man, and the teacher's expression became even uglier: "How dare you hand in a blank test paper!"

The cropped man was stunned, and was dizzy from the series of scolding: "Teacher, I didn't—"

"How dare you contradict the teacher!"

The sallow-faced teacher pointed at his nose and scolded him for more than ten minutes, then punished him to stand outside and forbade him from eating lunch. Only then did I leave with the paper. Wu Rong looked into the classroom. After the exam, the weird feeling in the classroom disappeared. Some students were fighting, some were sleeping, and some were talking to each other in the corner, just like when she first came. Same.

Warm yellow sunlight came in through the bright window. It was strange that the sky outside the window was very gloomy during the exam just now, and the light in the classroom was also dim and dim. Wu Rong looked down at her lower body thoughtfully.

She seems to understand.

At this moment, her arm was pulled back forcefully.

"What the **** are you, you dare to play tricks on me, and you dare to sue the teacher, huh?"

The boy with the inch-cut tattoo rudely pulled her over. He froze for a moment when he saw Wu Rong's face with his glasses off. He saw her fair and delicate face, her brow furrowed as if in pain, and her lacquered pupils dimly. Feeling aggrieved as if being poured with cold water, most of it was gone with Puchi. He thought he was domineering, but in reality he snorted greasyly, and raised his hand to pinch Wu Rong's chin: "Little bitch, you look a bit coquettish—"

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the classroom seemed to shake. The sturdy, bear-like boy with a cropped head was thrown to the ground hard by an over-the-shoulder throw, and the tables and chairs were knocked crooked. Wu Rong, who was bathed in the shocked eyes of the classmates in the classroom, stepped on his back firmly with one foot, and grabbed his arm with the other hand and broke it back.

"Aww!!"

Amidst the screams of killing a pig, a paper crane flew crookedly from outside the corridor. Wu Rong raised his hand as if feeling something, and the paper crane was falling on his palm. The lavender paper cranes are painted with complex and delicate patterns, and their foreheads are a little cinnabar red, like dried blood spots.

Compared with the silent classroom, the suddenly noisy corridor seemed extremely noisy. Wu Rong kicked away the cut-headed man who fell to the ground like a dead dog, and scanned the audience. Seeing the twitching state of the man with the cropped head, the students dared not look at him. The chestnut-haired girl who had a bad attitude in the morning and asked him for class fees was startled when Wu Rong looked at her, and instinctively put on a stiff and ingratiating smile .

At this time, the noise in the corridor was getting closer and closer to the classroom, and finally stopped at their door.

buckle.

There was a distant and polite knock on the door, and someone watching the excitement outside shouted loudly, "Open the door quickly, Teacher Ye is here!"

"He came to your class looking for someone!"

However, everyone in the classroom was frightened by Wu Rong's sudden outburst, and no one dared to move for a while. The knock on the door stopped after two knocks, and then—

boom!

The classroom door flew back violently, crashing into the podium with a bang. The scorched black behind the door was horrible, as if struck by lightning. In the chaos, a person walked in slowly. He wears gold-rimmed glasses, is unsmiling and cold, just like the handsome teacher imagined in countless school dramas. A simple white shirt and jeans look like expensive haute couture on him, making his legs extraordinarily slender and straight .

It's just that he held a bright red peach wood sword in his hand that shouldn't appear in the teacher's hand. When he lowered his eyes and retracted the sword, he looked like an immortal twisting a plum branch, indescribably dignified and ascetic, like a pure and flawless Tianshan snow lotus. But coupled with the appalling wreckage of the wooden door, that indifference adds a bit of tyranny and wantonness, and the contrast makes the heart tremble.

"Wu Rong."

Teacher Ye fixedly looked at Wu Rong, and stretched out his hand to him.

"I found you."

—

"Ye Feixing."

"Wu Rong."

On the playground, Wu Rong and Fu Qing exchanged their identities after entering the vocational high school. After entering the tiankeng, the testers will fully integrate into their identities. They must realize their mistakes and find themselves, so that those things brought into the tiankeng can be used.

The inside of the tiankeng is more like a shrewd illusion. For example, the identity of the girl Wu Rong now replaces, no matter whether others look at her or she looks at herself, is a girl named Wu Rong. But in fact his body is still his own, such as his real gender and the strength with which he just threw the inch.

"Liuyang Vocational High School said that it is normal during the day, but ghosts are rampant at night."

Wu Rong frowned slightly remembering the strangeness he saw in class just now.

"Day means sunlight."

Fu Qing said calmly: "It's safe when it's sunny, but be careful when the sun disappears."

During the exam, the sky outside the window was really gloomy and gloomy.

"Sinkhole No. 444 has been opened seven times in total."

Compared with other dangerous tiankengs, this number is relatively large, and there is also a lot of information about tiankeng No. 444. The two sat in the shade of the paulownia tree at the edge of the playground, avoiding the scorching sun. Wu Rong glanced at the sky again, obviously from the outside, No. 444 sinkhole was shrouded in a thick cloud, but after entering, he could see such a bright sun.

According to previous experience, those who enter the tiankeng will be divided into three identities: students, teachers and other school personnel. Wu Rong and Fu Qing were assigned the status of students and teachers respectively, and other school personnel included dormitory supervisors, cooks, cleaners and so on. The area of ​​the ghost domain that changes after nightfall is also related to their identities.

"Teaching buildings, office buildings, canteens, dormitory buildings. Why are there underground air-raid shelters?"

Wu Rong called up the profile of Liuyang Vocational High School from her mobile phone. He was still visiting the ghost market this morning, and entered the tiankeng before noon. The time in the middle was too urgent, so he just flipped through it without looking carefully.

Liuyang Vocational High School is an old school with a long history. It was founded in 1945. It was formerly known as the Qiyi School of the People’s Liberation Army. It covers a very large area. At the beginning, even the mountains behind the school and a few pieces of farmland around the school were within the scope of the school, and it was self-sufficient. The milk number, the chicken number and the laundry room and so on. The area where the school is located is often prone to bombing during wartime, and there is an underground air-raid shelter under the school, which can go all the way to the back mountain.

The school was later reprogrammed, but the bomb shelter has always remained. Until a few years ago, a few students played in the middle of the night and went to the air-raid shelter for an adventure, but they disappeared. The body was not found in the back mountain three days later, and the air-raid shelter was completely sealed, but it was not sealed.

"Is the air-raid shelter down here?"

Wu Rong got up and walked to the paulownia tree not far away, where a square concrete platform about 30 centimeters high was built on the ground. The center of the cement platform is sealed by a thick circular cement plate similar to a manhole cover, but it is not sealed. There is a gap of less than five centimeters between the cement plate and the cement platform, and the things inside can be seen through the rusted steel bars.

This should be one of the emergency exits in the air-raid shelter.

"how?"

Wu Rong stared at the gap for a long time.

"There's something in there."

Through the cracks and twilight, it can be seen that the deep and wide space below is not empty, but piled up with many unnecessary old tables and chairs. Just now, Wu Rong seemed to have seen a black shadow running across the table and chairs in a hurry. Immediately afterwards, a large piece of white covered the tables and chairs, and slowly followed behind him. The white stuff is thin, big, like...

"Like a papery, pale, bulky human face."

"It's gone."

But at this moment, in the dark and gloomy underground air-raid shelter, You Yingfa ran wildly, panting like a dilapidated old bellows, sweating profusely but dared not stop, with despair on his face. The dangerous and terrifying existence behind him is always chasing him unhurriedly. It's not that he can't catch up, but it's vicious, playing like a cat catching a mouse. Let him fall into a deeper fear.

But he could only run away.

The aisle was full of dilapidated tables and chairs, and You Yingfa stumbled as he fled. Suddenly, he tripped and fell hard to the ground. Regardless of the severe pain, he hurriedly tried to get up, but it had no effect other than making the tables and chairs rattle.

Youying couldn't stop crying, trembling all over, not daring to look back. Even though the cold air came behind him, the cool air brushed over his neck, like a hunter chuckling.

The cold, hard limbs were placed on You Yingfa's shoulders from behind, his whole body was stiff, tears were streaming down his face, his teeth were chattering,

Dying terror gripped his heart.

——When You Yingfa first entered the No. 444 Tiankeng——

"Old guys, are you satisfied with my status as Big Fish this time? If you are satisfied, hit 1, if you are particularly satisfied, hit 2, and I will watch your barrage after I go out."

After entering the No. 444 sinkhole, the experienced round-faced anchor You Yingfa quickly realized his true identity, sobered up, and started the live broadcast.

The tiankeng is too cloudy, and it is in a distorted space, so ordinary video devices cannot be used. The photography club specially cultivates ghosts with mother and son. As long as you bring a child ghost, you can send the image back to the place where the mother ghost is. Those who go to the tiankeng will get sub-ghosts, but it's up to them to see if they don't broadcast live. Usually, both the Public Security Bureau and the photography agency will take part of the income from the live broadcast, but this time it is different.

For this Tiankeng trial, whether it is a live broadcast or some precious items obtained in the Tiankeng, all the proceeds belong to oneself. This is also the reason why You Yingfa found a way to participate in this Tiankeng trial.

Because there were vicious incidents in the Tiankeng live broadcast before, the name of the host was not marked in the live broadcast room, but only random numbers were marked. Viewers can post barrage, but their barrage cannot be seen during the live broadcast, and can only be seen after going out.

You Yingfa has done many live broadcasts of Huangquan and Tiankeng. As a mature anchor, he can talk to the air even without audience interaction, without stage fright at all. He was the first person to start a live broadcast, and the viewers who were waiting on the live broadcast platform rushed in. Although they couldn't see the bullet screen, the number of people in the live broadcast room soared to over one million in an instant and various virtual gifts such as wiper screens made You Ying Laughter blossomed.

"Thank you for your support. I believe there are many old friends who have met my big fish, and there are also new friends who watched Tiankeng live broadcast for the first time. Welcome, we will be family in the future! I am also very lucky to be able to See with your own eyes the legendary sinkhole No. 444."

You Yingfa thoroughly clarified her identity in the hut while live broadcasting. When he saw a bunch of keys hanging on the wall, he squinted his eyes slightly wide, then happily took off the keys, and said in a low voice mysteriously: "Old irons, this time you will have a feast for your eyes. Fish, I'll give you a good start, make a fool of yourself, how about it!"

"'Hey big fish, you are talking big again, there are no ghosts during the day, and there is no excitement in the safety time of the first three days'—hey, do you always say that in the barrage, don’t look at me now I can’t see the barrage, But I still can’t guess what’s going on in your little heads.”

You Yingfa happily turned the key ring in his hand a few times: "The so-called daytime in Liuyang Vocational High School refers to the time when there is sunshine. But there is a place in the school where no sunlight can penetrate anyway. .Do you know where that is?"

"That's right, it's an underground air-raid shelter."

You Yingfa stepped on the ground, threw the key up and grabbed it again: "This is the key to the air-raid shelter."

You Yingfa has been doing live broadcasts for so many years, and she knows what the audience likes to watch. Horror, thriller, escape, gimmicks, these are more boring than looking for clues, campus life attracts more fans. He had to leave a deep first impression on the audience on the first day in order to get the most benefits from the live broadcast in the next fifteen days.

You Yingfa scoffed at the fact that many ghost raisers chose not to broadcast live in order to hide their identities, thinking that they were all fools.

‘How can there be any good ghosts in the tiankeng, and you have to risk your life to work hard, and how can you get money quickly with a simple live broadcast. '

In fact, the identity he randomly picked up this time is not very good. A scruffy and gloomy warehouse manager is not a school teacher, and the student is tender and good-looking. Not to mention that if you are lucky, you may directly wear women's clothes. Thinking of the previous person on the platform whose status was not as good as her own, but became popular on the platform because of gaining female fans in a tiankeng, You Yingfa felt jealousy in her heart.

Simply, the identity he got is still useful.

The ground structure of No. 444 tiankeng has been explored almost in the previous trials, except for the underground air-raid shelter, which almost no one has visited. This is an extremely dangerous and mysterious place, and only the principal and warehouse manager have the key. There are thousands of people in the vocational high school, and there is a one-in-a-thousand chance that you will be bumped into by yourself.

You Yingfa had a premonition that she was going to be popular.

In fact, seeing the soaring number of people in the live broadcast room, which was about to exceed tens of millions, You Yingfa, who walked down the concrete stairs and opened the door of the underground air-raid shelter, smiled even brighter.

The gate on the ground of the air-raid shelter was sealed by the school, and the door he entered was a side entrance of the previous air-raid shelter to evacuate the crowd. The sun was shining brightly outside, and it made people sweat profusely after a while. In the air-raid shelter, it seemed that the air conditioner was turned on, the air was very cloudy and the wind was blowing. The concrete walls are cold, and there is only a dim and old lamp at the door. Where the light does not shine is thick darkness.

"Hiss, it's so cold in here, goosebumps are about to rise."

You Yingfa deliberately made a hesitant expression to heighten the horror atmosphere and mobilize the audience's emotions.

"By the way, I have the bodhi seed consecrated by Master Kuchan, and ghosts will not come close."

As if just remembering, You Yingfa pretended to be stunned, and took out a bright yellow cloth bag from the backpack. As soon as the cloth bag was taken out, the surrounding yin energy immediately dissipated, the temperature rose, and the dim yellow light from the broken lamp showed a bit of warmth.

"what should we do."

"How about this."

You Yingfa deliberately and slowly put the cloth bag on the storage cabinet: "If the number of people in the live broadcast room can reach 15 million, I will be a big fish and take risks in the underground air-raid shelter without bodhi seeds!"

What is the most exciting?

Of course, killing is the most exciting!

Seeing the skyrocketing number of people in the live broadcast room, breaking through 15 million and still rising, Youying smiled deeper and deeper.

A place that looks dangerous is not necessarily dangerous. The most dangerous part of Tiankeng No. 444 is the bathroom in the girls' dormitory. Even if it is in broad daylight, You Ying would not dare to enter if you send 30 million traffic. But the air-raid shelter is different. In addition to Bodhizi, he also has his own tricks to save his life. It's just that it's too thin to broadcast live by yourself, and you have to take any risks by yourself.

It would be great if I could abduct a 'partner'.

You Ying thought regretfully.

You Yingfa likes the kind of silent, poor, and capable partner most. They won't steal the limelight, but a little money can make them risk their lives. You Yingfa only uses the rear control, cleverly counting the ghosts killed by his partner on himself, and can easily gain a lot of popularity. As for the life and death of the partner, the audience is more stimulated by death, isn't it?

Take the least risk and get the most benefit.

This is You Yingfa's motto.

—

The cold and hard limbs rested on You Yingfa's shoulders from behind. He burst into tears, put his trembling hands to his mouth, and struggled to death.

In his hand, he tightly held a shriveled balloon. There are clumps of dry hair growing on it, which is weird and terrifying.

This is his last head balloon.

You Ying shuddered and blew up the balloon, the weird folds on the surface of the balloon were inflated and swelled, and finally there was a beautiful face with bleeding eyes and a smile on the lips.

It's over, it's over.

Seeing the beautiful face, You Yingfa completely despaired, he collapsed on the ground with a bleak face.

The balloon with a human head is a very lucky coincidence for You Yingfa. The good thing he received from the black market is also his trump card. It can restrain all ghosts under the level of ghosts, and the No. 444 tiankeng is only the level of earth-bound spirits. As long as You Yingfa doesn't die and goes to the bathroom in the women's dormitory, he can walk sideways in the tiankeng with a head balloon.

But this time, You Yingfa was completely stumped.

No matter how many times he uses the head balloon, all the faces on the balloon are beautiful, which means there are no ghosts around.

In other words, the terrifying, evil monster behind him is not a ghost.

Another icy joint hit You Yingfa's abdomen. It's not that he doesn't struggle, the monster is surprisingly powerful, like a prison of steel and iron, trapped him, You Yingfa can't move, he can only suffer from fear, step by step towards death.

Suddenly, the human head balloon suddenly opened its **** eyes, its grimace twisted ferociously, the originally white balloon turned black, and its weed-like hair fluttered wildly. But before the surprise burst out in You Yingfa's eyes, he watched the head balloon float higher and higher, and there was no possibility of saving him at all.

You Yingfa is completely desperate.

—

"There's something down here."

Wu Rong frowned, and there was a rustling sound in her schoolbag. Soon a palm-sized black rock tarantula came out of the jar and climbed onto his shoulders. The two pairs of fluffy forelimbs at the front rubbed against each other, making a sound like tearing silk and barking like a puppy. This is the sound of the black rock tarantula intimidating the enemy, and it is the first time it has entered such a state of vigilance.

"Should be a spider too."

Wu Rong sensed the little spider's emotions with her eyes closed, and Wu Rong made a judgment.

"Very big."

The pale face I saw just now was the pattern on the back of the spider. Judging by the appearance of the little spider, it is estimated that it is very poisonous.

Fu Qing stood behind Wu Rong, looking down. He heard Wu Rong's words, but they couldn't leave a deep impression on them. He seemed to be in that ecstatic, emotional state again. After entering the tiankeng, Wu Rong's thick, pure ghostly aura leaked out little by little. It is clear that the ghostly aura would arouse the killing intent in Fu Qing's heart, but facing Wu Rong, this killing intent turned into a more paranoid, dark, and intense emotion.

Fu Qing lost his mind, he couldn't tell what this churning emotion was. It just felt more and more that Wu Rong was special, unique, the only person who could arouse such emotions.

A paulownia flower was blown off by the wind and fell onto Wu Rong's hair. The focus of Fu Qing's attention changed accordingly.

"I…"

Fu Qing couldn't describe the emotions rushing to his heart, he was confused, so he could only get closer, closer to Wu Rong. He bent down and touched Wu Rong's hair with his fingers.

At the same time, from his current angle, he saw a dark and terrifying, swollen and **** head balloon rising faintly, about to squeeze out from the gap. It stared at Wu Rong, obviously attracted by ghost energy, its eyes were greedy.

Fu Qing remained expressionless, and drew out the mahogany sword.

Puff.

"What's wrong?"

The sound like a balloon exploding caused Wu Rong to open his eyes immediately. It was the first time that the black rock tarantula expressed such complex emotions. In order to better understand its meaning, Wu Rong focused all his attention on the little spider. After recovering, Wu Rong realized that with Fu Qing around, he unconsciously let down his vigilance, trusting him inexplicably, as if there would be no danger if he was around.

"nothing."

Fu Qing stood up, behind the mahogany sword, was a paulownia flower in his hand.

"The flowers are in your hair."