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

If he hadn't been reborn, would what he saw in front of him be what "Wu Rong" would experience in this world?

Wu Rong's head twitched in pain. These memory fragments seemed to be stuffed into his brain abruptly. The pictures changed rapidly, and many of them passed before he even had time to see clearly. From the day he met Fu Qing in the bar, memories The picture shown in the fragments is completely different from his current experience, like two divergent forks.

The 'Wu Rong' in this memory picture has never encountered a ghost boy, never seen Zhou Xun, and never returned to Miaojiang to subdue the Gu Seeds, Green Spirit Gu and Black Rock Tarantula.

His mother died in a car accident on the way back to his hometown. He salvaged, identified the body, burned it, and buried it. When Wu Rong returned to Miaojiang with the urn in his hands, he didn't even see his grandmother. Old Zhai, and then he was sent down the mountain overnight. Wu Rong didn't know anything about what happened in the village, but only heard that the witch was getting old and in poor health, and passed away soon.

All relatives passed away, and Wu Rong was completely alone in this world. Wu Rong also saw Huang Mao and his younger brothers in this memory, but it was only in their mourning hall. I heard that they went to Route 9 to do a live broadcast, just in time for an explosion in a nearby factory. Although Huang Mao and the others are gangsters, they are not bad-hearted. They went up to help put out the fire, but none of them came back alive.

'You are a loser! '

Wu Rong went to worship, but the yellow-haired mother who cried so hard that she lost her shape and lost her mind in pain threw her out: 'You killed everyone around you! Cheng'er, he believes in you so much, big brother, why don't you stop him...'

That's right, his fate is tough, and Wu Rong knew it since he was a child, and by now everyone around him is dead. Father, mother, grandmother, relatives, brothers, all those who were associated with him did not end well. Wu Rong once fed a stray dog ​​that was so small, his body was covered in bruises from being abused, and he was so hungry that he was skinny, even a little steamed bun would eat it deliciously. But after feeding it a few times, when Wu Rong took the steamed bun to see it next week, the puppy was gone.

Whether he was caught, killed, or brought back by his master, Wu Rong doesn't know, but he has grown up so big, but there is never anyone left by his side. The Taoist priest who met him once in the bar left him a talisman. Wu Rong remembered what he said, "recruiting evil and attracting worship", and went to the Taoist priest again, but there was no clue. The sea of ​​people is vast and the world is so big. Shoulder is miss.

Later, Wu Rong sewed the talisman into the amulet his mother had begged for him in the past, and stopped working under Liu Bao, and went back to the longevity shop alone, solitary and silent. His reputation as a dead man was spread, and the neighbors hid, and the family was cold. Only Xun An still came to him from time to time, to accompany him, and to comfort him.

Even later, when the ghost king passed through and ordinary people ran away in a hurry, Wu Rong was sitting in the longevity shop, looking through the window lightly at the leaden-gray thick clouds outside. .

Is this love?

Wu Rong has always been very emotionally indifferent, and the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the world seem to be separated from him. He seemed to be in another world all the time, watching everything that happened in front of his eyes indifferently. In fact, he protects Xun An just like he once protected Huang Mao.

The more happy people grow up from childhood, the better their temper and the more generous they are. Because they have owned a lot, they are not afraid to share their warmth with others. Wu Rong is very stingy, he has never owned anything, in his eyes there are only 'others' and 'one of us'. There are very few people who can stay with him, so Wu Rong is very kind to them. In Wu Rong's eyes, Xun An's thoughts on him are different from that little stray dog ​​with a bone found in the trash can. Sending it to him wagging its tail is the same.

People and animals are the same before him, and living and dead are the same to him.

So when he fled, Wu Rong gave the amulet to Xun An.

There is only one person left who is still by his side.

So much so that when he fell into the ghost land and Xun An pushed him to the ghost in order to escape, Wu Rong didn't react. In fact, Wu Rong was ready to let Xun An go first. He was suffocated in his heart. Wu Rong had heard too many rumors about him killing everyone around him, and he was tired of hearing it. This time he had nothing to live for, but he wanted Xun An to live, just like As if to prove something.

Xun An didn't even look back at the fleeing figure, as if something beautiful and false had been broken, so fragile that it was unbelievable. The pain of being torn apart by ghosts and swallowed alive is not even comparable to the daze at this moment. After Wu Rong died, his body was completely eaten away, but his soul was still there. He turned into a ghost, but soon, his soul was also torn apart and devoured by the crazy and greedy ghosts.

But Wu Rong did not dissipate.

Being devoured again and again, his soul condensed back again and again. No ghost could successfully destroy him. At first there were ghosts fighting each other to eat him alone, but after realizing that Wu Rong was like an endless feast, the ghosts around him stopped fighting. Some eat heads, some eat hands, and some eat legs.

Every time I wake up, I face endless pain. Those devoured and shredded pains were deposited in the depths of his soul, like a festering scar, Wu Rong thought he would go crazy, collapse, and lose consciousness, but he didn't. Wu Rong has always been very sober, clearly feeling the paranoia, evil thoughts, and all kinds of extremely strong emotions of these ghosts.

The ghosts that everyone turns into stay in the world because of obsession.

So what is his obsession.

Another resurrection, when the pain of being torn apart and chewed came again, Wu Rong bit the neck of one of the ghosts like a wolf, tore it up and swallowed it. Although he was quickly eaten up again, Wu Rong is immortal, and he can be resurrected, but these ghosts cannot.

When Wu Rong ate the last ghost here, he finally stood up. Devouring ghosts made him more and more negative and resentful. Wu Rong's eyes were scarlet, and a strange, strong emotion emerged from the depths of his soul, stirring up a turmoil.

This was the first time Wu Rong felt angry. The barrier between him and his emotions disappeared, and the weak emotions in the past became clear at this moment. In the world, babies have joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys from the very beginning of their lives, but Wu Rong finally possesses these emotions after dying countless times.

Death seemed new to him.

The anger of being betrayed by Xun An blazed like a prairie fire, and this strong emotion, like thunder and lightning, made Wu Rong's soul tremble. He grabbed it casually, and Yin Qi gathered like a pitch-black cloak, wrapping around his resurrected naked body. Wu Rong stepped on the ghost's blood pool with bare feet, and staggered towards the east with a sharp ghost bone in his hand.

He wanted revenge on Xun An.

—

It took Wu Rong a long time to break free from these memory fragments. The pictures in it were too real and the emotions were too intense, just like what happened to him.

But when he really woke up, those memories faded away, leaving only a faint shadow, just like watching what happened to others. Opening his eyes, when Wu Rong saw the dark reddish-brown sky, he was in a daze. He thought he was still remembering it, but when the green spirit Gu hissed anxiously in his ears, Wu Rong's consciousness finally came back.

He and Fu Qing went to Tiankeng No. 444 together. The Tiankeng mission failed on the second day. Chi Fangfang, who was suspected of being conscious of the Tiankeng, wanted to take him away, but Liu Hu's intervention made things complicated.

where is he now

Wu Rong looked around. There were thick reddish-brown clouds, reddish-brown endless plains, and a very high barren mountain at the end of his line of sight. There was a muffled rumble coming from the top of the mountain, and the clouds and mist circled around the mountainside like ripples. Fight fiercely.

Wu Rong's side was also not safe, the green spirit Gu became as big as when he went to Lao Miao Cave, his thick body firmly protected Wu Rong in the center, his upper body was lifted up, vigilant and threatening, and hissed to the surroundings. Black mist filled the air, and blue-gray ghosts crawled out from the ground, slowly encircling this side. They are formed by the condensation of resentment and dead energy of the dead, awakened by the wind and torrent, without reason, without consciousness, only with malicious killing intent.

At the beginning when there were few ghosts, they were afraid of the threat of the green spirit Gu, so they hesitated to go forward. But now more and more ghosts are gathering, like a gray torrent surrounding Qingling Gu and Wu Rong, as long as Wu Rong wakes up a quarter of an hour later, they will probably swarm up.

Wu Rong's soul is infinitely attractive to them.

Wu Rong pulled out the Lao Miao Saber, the Qingling Gu connected with him, hissed and rushed to open a way with his huge body. Both the black rock tarantula and the human-faced squirrel fell outside, this place is too dangerous, Wu Rong must first find a safe place before trying to get out.

But there are too many ghosts here, and they all ignore the green spirit Gu, irrationally rushing towards Wu Rong. In the end, Wu Rong simply let the green spirit Gu guard one side, and he concentrated on dealing with the ghosts coming from the other side. He came to the Tiankeng itself to experience and find out the strength of the big ghost, but with Fu Qing and the eccentric Chi Fangfang around, Wu Rong couldn't use it these days.

Now is a good opportunity to hone.

At first, Wu Rong used the old Miao knife to kill ghosts like a machete cutting vegetables. Later, there were more and more ghosts. He put away the Miao knife and covered his left arm with Yin Qi, turning into a ghost hand. The ghost hand is invincible, and it can easily tear the ghost into pieces. Wu Rong even felt that this simple and barbaric method was more to his liking than the Lao Miao Dao. It was indescribably exhilarating for Wu Rong to tear the ghosts apart with his own hands and watch them howl and dissipate.

There is no end to the endless killing, and the sky here is always dark reddish brown, as if time has stood still, and there is no feeling of time passing at all. Occasionally, Wu Rong would sit on top of the big green snake to rest, and when he looked around, there were densely packed blue dots, occasionally mixed with some darker-colored grudges.

They are stronger than ghosts formed of pure resentment, and some ghosts even barely retain their human form, holding dilapidated weapons in their hands, and their strength is more than ten times stronger than ghosts. It took Wu Rong more than ten minutes to kill a resentful ghost before. Unlike the ghost that dissipated immediately after death, the torn clothes and weapons on its body fell to the ground after the resentful ghost dissipated and did not disappear.

But these things seem to have passed a long time ago, all of which are old, rusty and unusable, and many things have a weird and gloomy tantric flavor. Wu Rong picked up a human skull bowl, and saw a broken human skin drum. The rest of the things were all infiltrated and eroded by the yin and resentment here, and they were wiped out with just a handful of hands.

This looks like an ancient battlefield.

The more ghosts Wu Rong killed, the colder his body became, and the condensed gray-black yin energy vaguely enveloped him, making him look like an evil ghost. Those fragments of memories that had faded flashed back from time to time, and were intertwined with Wu Rong's memories. Sometimes he felt in a trance that Xun An betrayed him and pushed him into the ghost realm. It was different back then.

Gradually, the number of ghosts decreased, but there were more and more grieving ghosts. At the same time, Wu Rong was getting closer to the barren mountain. But the closer he got to here, the stronger the yin energy became. Wu Rong's frequency of falling into memory confusion increased, and his spirit went up and down. Fortunately, the Gu seed and the green spirit Gu would communicate with each other to wake him up at this time.

But several times, he fell so badly that he couldn't even hear the communication between the Gu seed and the green spirit Gu. It was the thick and cold ghost aura from his left arm that brought Wu Rong back to his senses.

The biggest difference in this life, apart from the Gu species, is this big blood-clothed ghost. Wu Rong could feel that half of the Yin Qi after killing the ghost was absorbed by him, and half of it poured into his left arm. The duration of the ghost hand has been extended from a quarter of an hour to forty-five minutes. Does this mean that the ghost is gradually getting better?

But endless killing is not a good thing for him, Wu Rong faintly noticed a paranoid and crazy idea in his heart.

The existence of a physical body will only become an obstacle to his becoming stronger. As long as he dies, he can easily gain infinite power.

Just like in his previous life, death was the real beginning for him.

The more he killed, the more frequently this thought appeared, and sometimes it even made Wu Rong stunned during the battle. Fortunately, there was Qingling Gu, so nothing happened that time. It won't work like this, Wu Rong clearly knows that this life is already completely different from what he remembers.

If he died, the black rock tarantula and the Gu species would die together, maybe they could become ghosts and continue to be driven by him. But if Wu Rong died, the big ghost's 'house' would completely collapse.

I've only heard that the ghost raiser was bitten by the ghost, but I haven't heard that the ghost raiser committed suicide, and the raised ghost will have any complicated feelings. It's like you are a tenant who rents a house, but one day the house doesn't want to live, and you smash the foundation and steel load-bearing walls yourself, who the devil can go to for an argument!

If Wu Rong commits suicide, the big ghost will also leave. It is hard to tell whether he will be embarrassed when he meets the big ghost, or if the big ghost will swallow him back. Besides, Wu Rong is living a good life in this life, family, brothers and pets are all there, so there is no need to get nervous and self-destruct.

This place is not good, you have to leave as soon as possible.

After making a decision, Wu Rong climbed onto the big green snake's head again and ordered it to raise its upper body high. Wu Rong stood on top of its head and looked around. The battle on the barren hills seemed to be getting more intense, with the continuous rumbling and muffled thunder, occasionally mixed with the angry roar of wild beasts. Red clouds enveloped the barren mountain, and the shadow of the huge shapeless red monster reflected on the cloud could be vaguely seen.

Wu Rong speculated that this might be the blood slime fighting some kind of monster. Looking at the arrogance and frightening momentum, any human ghosts who dared to approach would be swallowed by the blood slime. Wu Rong didn't know how long the time had passed, and not all of them pinned their hopes on outsiders. He himself had to find a way to get the message out.

Wu Rong remembered the talisman paper crane that Fu Qing had given him. When he first entered the Tiankeng, Fu Qing used the paper crane to find him. Later, when they got along with each other, he also taught him a few formulas for controlling the paper crane. I really don't have the slightest talent to be a Taoist priest, and I haven't been able to use it well.

But now I can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Wu Rong chose a direction, jumped off the snake's head and entered the group of ghosts again. At the same time, Qingling Gu opened the way ahead, one person and one snake headed northeast. Looking down from a high altitude, there is a mound and a gurgling river there, and the number of ghosts and ghosts is obviously much less.

Ever since she realized that the blood mud might also fall into this space, Wu Rong was prepared for the possibility that other people might also fall into it. Liu Hu, Hui Xin, and Kang Jianbai outside are all possible.

But I'm afraid it's not that enemies don't get together.

When Wu Rong finally killed so that there were no ghosts around him, and when he arrived at the river bank wrapped in a strong ghostly resentment, he met a man covered in bruises, half of his head sunken, and his eyes were bloodshot and red.

It's Liu Hu.

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"This is the blood of Mahakala."

No. 444 tiankeng, on the third floor of the student dormitory, Kang Jianbai dignifiedly and carefully collected the tar-like, sticky, but faintly golden liquid that stuck to the falling gravel into a special container for storage. Beside him was a live broadcast paper figurine, transmitting the surrounding scenes into the live broadcast room at 365 degrees without any dead angle. Of course, the Tiankeng live broadcast on various platforms is now interrupted due to 'faults', and ordinary viewers cannot see it, and the footage is only transmitted to the Public Security Bureau.

The shiny silver notebook was hanging beside him, the pages were flipping, and the voice of Master Kuchan came from it.

"Maha Kala means 'Dahei' in Sanskrit, and is the incarnation of the three roots of Buddhism, also known as Mahakala."

"Dahetian can get rid of all evil spirits, evil spirits, diseases, curses, witchcraft, and the blood of Mahakala is the treasure that is not handed down in the esoteric sect of Danla Jebu Monastery. Only Dalai Lamas and reincarnated living Buddhas can drive it. Since the last Dalai Lama, Sima Gyatso, Master Fu and others put down the Tiankeng and sacrificed, no one in the world can drive it.”

Communication between the tiankeng and the outside world is forbidden and impossible, and only a very small number of strange abilities can take advantage of the loopholes. Kang Jianbai was selected first because of his loyalty and ability, and was trusted by Zhou Ju, and second because of his spirit notebook.

As long as you tear off a page of notes in advance and leave them outside, you can communicate no matter how far apart. But this is also limited to text communication. It was originally impossible to have a direct conversation like now. But now the consciousness of Tiankeng No. 444 has disappeared strangely. Kang Jianbai also tried countless times before confirming it, and finally succeeded in contacting the outside world.

The women's restroom on the fourth floor, including the surrounding area, disappeared, the sinkhole consciousness, Liu Hu, Hui Xin, and Wu Rong also disappeared. All the matter was reported to the above.

"It's not like they fell into the big tiankeng. Liu Hu has no such ability. It's more like falling into the slit of the tiankeng."

The so-called tiankeng slit refers to the distorted area in the middle of the connected tiankeng. Each tiankeng corresponds to a spiritual recovery point, such as the Yellow River Kowloon Sinking Coffin, Huizhou Jixin Mountain, etc. However, although there are also some places with supernatural beings, they failed to become tiankengs due to various reasons. In the end, they became a place with no entrance and no exit, like a secret place, which is called the slit of the tiankeng.

"The Liu family was originally from Shanxi. Liu Bao and Liu Hu began to worship Huxian after they came to Yangjiaping, and their career has been smooth sailing since then."

Zhou Ju's serious voice replaced Master Kuchan: "My subordinate, Consultant Hu, was in a coma the night before and had a high fever, and he hasn't come out of the ICU yet. I suspect that what they enshrined was the evil fox fairy, and what Liu Hu did was to summon the spirit. "

There are worshipers of yellow, white, willow and ashes in various places among the people, and they are also divided into good gods and evil gods. There are evil gods who do evil and are sealed by monks and Taoists. After a long time, the seal is not strict, and they will escape with distracted consciousness and pretend to be good gods in the world. Enshrined, to confuse believers to help it completely uncover the seal, so as to escape the ascension to heaven. In the early stage of the spiritual recovery of the world, after a large number of Taoist monks died in battle, this kind of thing happened frequently.

However, the origin of the evil **** who was sealed in the crevice of the tiankeng was definitely not simple.

"The knee bone bell is also a tantric instrument."

Master Kuchan said to Amitabha Buddha: "When Grandmaster Fu and Lama Sima were in their prime, the poor monk was just a little novice. He was lucky enough to meet Grandmaster Fu once. Walking from the monastery to Longhu Mountain, along the way, countless ghosts and demons were exterminated with iron sticks. When passing through Liuzhou, it was found that the local dead temple was occupied by a murderous fox fairy. Lama Sima personally shot it and sealed it. "

"But if it's really Hu Xian, how could it use the blood of Mahakala and the knee bone bell to pass it on to Liu Hu?"

"The top priority is to find a way to open the passage again as soon as possible, rescue the people inside, kill Liu Hu and Hu Xian, and save them from committing crimes again!"

"It must be fast. Time and space are chaotic in the slits of the tiankeng. If people stay in it for a long time, they may become crazy or stupid."

After a short exchange, they went to seriously discuss the solution, and Master Kuchan's voice sounded again. Kang Jianbai thought he wanted to ask Huixin, after all, the only apprentice of the master is also in deep trouble, but unexpectedly, Master Kuchan asked Fu Qing.

"What does Daoist Fu think?"

What does Taoist Fu think? Burn to see.

Kang Jianbai shivered bitterly, not daring to recall the cold expression on Fu Qing's face when he found Wu Rong missing just now, the fiercely burning Zhengyang fire almost burned the whole dormitory to ashes.

"Fu Daochang went to the Yin Qi whirlpool."

Kang Jianbai swallowed his words. It was clear that Fu Qing had studied under the most orthodox Longhu Mountain, and he was pure and masculine, but after getting along with him these few days, he felt that this person...was a little scary.

He doesn't have any popularity on weekdays, just like a humanoid weapon of a ruthless ghost slaughterer, cold-blooded and cold-hearted. It's easy to get along with such people, but once they become paranoid, there is no big picture, rationality, and no one can persuade them.

Especially after Fu Qing learned of Wu Rong's disappearance, he went to the Yin Qi whirlpool at the junction of the third and fourth floors without saying a word, which made Kang Jian even more uneasy, always feeling that he was going to make something big.

"You don't have to stop what Daoist Fu is going to do."

Master Kuchan comforted, sighed softly, and repeated to himself: "There is no need to stop."

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The black rock tarantula, Liushen Wuzhu, was lying on the wall in a hurry. The whole spider was so gray that it was abandoned by the whole world. Wu Rong went away without taking it, which made the black rock tarantula extremely anxious, and was so frightened that it huddled in a corner with a human face and did not dare to approach it.

After turning around twice, the black rock tarantula climbed back onto the railing and stared at Fu Qing. Its small mind remembered that this person was always with its master. After the master disappeared, the big spider immediately found Fu Qing like a hound. Its eight eyes were fixed on his luck, and it wanted this person to take it to find its master.

Fu Qing completely ignored the silent threat of the big spider. He stared at the rusty iron gate, and with a swipe of the mahogany sword, the few grains of glutinous rice stuck to it before had turned black and fell to the ground. A bit of blood mud seeped out of it.

There is blood mud, and there are yin and vortexes converging.

Fu Qing held the mahogany sword with a condensed expression.

If you want to go in, then open another Yin Qi torrent.