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

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, the sky-penetrating yin qi whirlwind coupled with the blazing Zhengyang fire burning across the sky is enough to wake up the whole Jieyang from sleep. The city was sealed off by the guards, and people were unable to leave the city late at night to go to the ghost domain. They could only outline the fierce battle situation from the thunderous explosion of Yin Qi, and guess who was doing it.

"Zhengyanghuo, could it be Master Lingyun?"

Only the most talented celestial masters who have practiced boy skills since childhood on Longhu Mountain can achieve the flame of yang and vigour. This Zhengyang fire that has spread for most of the sky is not something that ordinary celestial masters can train. Most of the ability users who received invitations from the Zhou family to participate in the Stone Gambling Conference this time were pretty good, and each had their own guesses. In the middle of the night, the Zhou family sent people to Master Lingyun's current residence to respectfully greet him, and returned to report after seeing the Lord.

"You said Master Ling Yun is still in the room?"

Zhou Xinhong sat on a mahogany chair in the study of the Zhou family mansion, slowly turning the walnut in his hand. A middle-aged person has not gained weight, and a face with Chinese characters is even more majestic.

"Have you visited Daoist Fu?"

"There is no one in Daoist Fu's room."

He lowered his head even further, hesitant to speak.

"Say."

"Patriarch, is the vision tonight related to the Milian Puja?"

Zhou Xinhong didn't speak, he narrowed his eyes, looked through the window at the night sky where the flames had dissipated, and suddenly asked, "Where is Ah Jin now?"

"Master Jin, he... took the token and left the city."

"Nonsense."

Zhou Xinhong reprimanded him lightly, and his subordinates were so frightened that they immediately fell silent. But there was not much anger on Zhou Xinhong's face. He leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes were slightly closed, and the walnuts in his hands were turning and rubbing to make a rustling sound. The surroundings are quiet, and the sound of breathing is so light that it cannot be heard. After a long time, Zhou Xinhong snorted softly, closed his eyes and ordered: "When Ah Jin brings someone back, you are responsible for arranging the accommodation."

"The level... is the same as Daoist Fu and the others."

"Yes."

After listening to Zhou Xinhong's order, his subordinates quickly responded even though they were surprised. Who will Master Jin bring back who deserves Zhou Xinhong's attention? Sometimes the servants can't see clearly the relationship between father and son. The father watches over his son all the time, and the son treats his father indifferently. But sometimes they are the ones who understand each other the most. As soon as he thought about it, the servant calmed down. These things are not what he should think about, all he has to do is follow orders.

"Ajin, Ajin."

When the servants retreated, they heard Zhou Xinhong sighing softly. The big jade merchant who controlled Jieyang was talking to himself in a low voice: "You and your mother are so similar."

It should be a warm and nostalgic tone, but the servant felt cold when he heard it, he relaxed his hands and feet, quietly left the study and closed the door.

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clatter.

Wu Rong, who was walking towards Jieyang, paused slightly when he saw the people waiting in front of him. A pulling sensation came, but Fu Qing was still walking forward normally. Along the way, Wu Rong was thinking about the big ghost, Fu Qing, and the matter of the Milian Puja. Only after this pause did he realize that he and Fu Qing were still holding hands.

Fu Qing's palm is warm and dry, and the heat is transmitted to Wu Rong's palm along the close skin, which can dispel all the yin and chill. The person leaning against a wildly remodeled off-road vehicle glanced at Wu Rong and Fu Qing's handshake, stood up with a smile, and the earrings of the silver cross swayed and reflected fine silver light.

"Daozhang Fu, Mr. Wu."

Extraordinarily pleasant and moving voice, no matter when you listen to it, it is especially touching. Wu Rong remembered that the owner of this voice should be Zhou Jin.

buckle.

In the white jade tube, two groups of black and white ghost babies moved so that Yangjin Zhuoma, who was holding them tightly, bumped against the inner wall of the jade tube, making a dull and slight sound. Wu Rong looked at Zhou Jin thoughtfully, the ghost and baby moved, could it be said that he is the rightful master?

"The city is closed late at night. I'm Zhou Jin. I'm here to take you back to the city to rest."

Zhou Jin is very good-looking, he is not short, but his height of nearly 1.8 meters somehow gives people a slender and sickly feeling. And this feeling is reflected in him extremely contradictory. Zhou Jin's eyes were bright and burning, as if they were burning with fire. But his cheeks were extremely pale, and his lips were very light. Just such a sentence, he coughed lightly for a while before he calmed down.

Fu Qing was very indifferent, silent as always, Zhou Jin's melodious voice like a fairy was no different to him from ordinary people. Knowing that Zhou Jin was probably the owner of the two ghost babies, Wu Rong's expression didn't change much, and he nodded, "Wu Rong."

"This is Chen Cheng, Bai Gu, and Su Xiaomi."

"Everyone, please get in the car."

Zhou Jin looked good-natured, smiling and nodding to the people behind Wu Rong. This modified off-road vehicle has a lot of space inside, which can completely hold them and the ghost dog king. Surprisingly, there was no driver in the car. Zhou Jin sat in the driver's seat and drove them back in person.

‘Hiss, this car is so luxurious. '

In the presence of strangers, no one made a sound, and chatted online through Wu Rong's blood contract. The big ghost unlocked the seal of the golden needle on his left ear, and his strength rose to a higher level. At the same time, Wu Rong, who has the real name of the big ghost, also ushered in a new surge in strength. After merging with the blood of the big ghost, some changes seemed to have taken place in his blood contract, and these changes also affected Bai Gu and others who signed the blood contract with Wu Rong.

Originally, the blood contract was an exchange between the two parties. Wu Rong, Bai Gu, Huang Mao and others could communicate with each other, but Bai Gu and Huang Mao could not talk to each other. But the most obvious change in the blood contract now is that the multiple parties that Wu Rong signed the blood contract can also communicate silently. Of course, the voice of their communication had to go through Wu Rong. Just like talking freely in a chat room, Wu Rong is that chat room.

'Nothing to show courteousness is either **** or robbery, what do you think the king of the week wants to do? '

Huang Mao's doubtful voice sounded, and was heard by other people with blood contracts with the permission of Wu·chatroom·Rong.

‘The Zhou family may already know about the successive killings of Old Man Yan and Protector Deng. '

Bai Gu sorted out his thoughts: 'Sending Zhou Jin here should be to build a good relationship with us first. '

Huang Mao couldn't figure it out: "What's the use of getting ahead? Aren't the two major powers in Jieyang City apart from the Milian Fahui and the Zhou family's lineage? We have offended the Milian Fahui severely. Who else can follow?" Zhou Jiabi? '

'You can't say that. '

Su Xiaomi intervened: "Maybe Rongtouer will be invited to be the great protector at the Milian Puja." '

'What? Just kidding! We killed so many people from the Milian Fahui, isn't this a vengeance? '

‘Milian Dharma Association is an organization that advocates absolute strength. ’ Su Xiaomi said seriously: ‘Old Man Yan’s lineage is dead, and so are Protector Deng and his cronies. According to the practice of Milian Dharma Association, killing so many people proves that the opponent's strength is strong enough. '

'Dharma King Fei may have sent an invitation letter to Rongtouer for the lotus appreciation ceremony. '

Huang Mao was puzzled: 'The lotus appreciation meeting? '

‘Well, this is a very high-level assembly in the Milian Puja, and I don’t know the details. '

Just when several people were chatting enthusiastically in the 'chat room', the 'chat signal' was suddenly interrupted.

"The distinguished guests who were invited to participate in the Stone Gambling Conference were all placed in the villa area with the best security."

Zhou Jin smiled and talked politely with Wu Rong: "Does Mr. Wu live alone, or with Mr. Fu?"

"Live alone."

"Together."

Wu Rong and Fu Qing spoke almost at the same time, Wu Rong looked at Fu Qing in surprise, and said briefly: "I live with them."

The situation of the big ghost has not been figured out yet, it is too inconvenient to live with Fu Qing. Living with Baigu Ghost Dog King and the others can also reduce the occurrence of accidents. Moreover, Wu Rong estimated that the mysterious person who stopped Fu Qing might come to visit him in the next few days. If Fu Qing recognized him, it would not be too embarrassing.

There are so many reasons that I can't tell Fu Qing in detail, Wu Rong was a little uncomfortable being stared at by those cold and clear pupils, but soon looked back calmly.

"Um."

Fu Qing pursed his thin lips lightly, nodded slightly, let go of Wu Rong's hand, closed his eyes and rested his mind, his whole body was cold and imposing, repelling others thousands of miles away. Wu Rong has long been used to it, so she also closes her eyes to feel the changes in the energy in her body, whether the changes of the big ghost, the blood characters imprinted on her heart will affect the Gu species. There was nothing to say until the destination.

Wu Rong, who got out of the car, still felt a little strange. He obviously opened the 'chat room' just now, but why did Huang Mao and the others who had been chatting so lively before pretend to be dumb? Huang Mao sneezed when he got out of the car. Is it because the air conditioner in the car is too cold?

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"Oh my old chap, look at you in such a horrible state, let me guess what you've been doing sneaking out in the middle of the night?"

In the middle of the night, the bedroom window of Master Ling Yun's residence suddenly opened, and a black figure rolled in from the outside, and collapsed on the ground as if he was powerless, motionless, like a dead dog. The figure who was originally lying on the big bed in the bedroom got up slowly, with white hair scattered, a lazy posture, no clothes on his body, only some loose bandages wrapped around him, and he looked very charming.

And his face was exactly the same as Master Ling Yun.

"Look, look, oh, my God, did you go out to fight behind my back, hey, it's not fair! Why don't you take me with you when you do something bad?"

'Master Lingyun' was wrapped in bandages, walked lightly to the shadow by the window, and turned him over with his feet: "If you want me to say, old man, you are really fragrant now, as delicious as roasted meat, How should I put it in the words of a flower grower, oh, I remembered, you call it poisoning in the middle of the night."

"Go to **** with me."

Heiying said in a hoarse voice, impatiently waving away the fumbling hands of 'Master Lingyun': "Don't **** wrap bandages on me, Daoist, or I'll let Ah Bao kill you if you don't obey me."

"Hey, you unreasonable old thing, I haven't blamed you for leaving me in a boring house to hang out by yourself, and you're still **** me off?"

The bandage-wrapped 'Master Lingyun' raised his eyebrows, and sat directly on Hei Ying's body, almost swallowing his breath when he pressed him down. In a blink of an eye, the old man in the coffin returned to his original state, and the lightly bandaged little man sat on Master Ling Yun's chest, happily strangling his neck with a bandage: "Tell me, tell me quickly, who beat you like this?"

"Speak up, why don't you make a sound?"

"Hey, why are you out of breath? Do you want me to give you artificial respiration, forget it, you die, I haven't seen you die yet."

"Look at my bandages. I'll steal a coffin for you when you die..."

"roll-!"

The black shadow that collapsed on the ground couldn't bear it anymore and violently pulled the old man's bandage and threw him into a shooting star. With a slam, the little man with the bandage was embedded in the wall, and he was still beeping like a mural: "Hey, you You are not dead, how can I avenge you if you are not dead, you still die..."

"Tonight, I saw the king."

…

The bedroom suddenly fell into silence.