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

Wu Rong's arrival couldn't be concealed, the coffin old man liked to run around too much, so he had to let him know sooner or later.

Lying on the floor to cool down, Master Lingyun endured the sore muscles all over his body, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling very grateful.

He… survived.

At this moment, Master Ling Yun was very grateful that Fu Qing had not been reborn. Chun Yangzi ten years ago was still a little immature after all, and they were old opponents for more than ten years. Master Ling Yun had already figured out some moves. If Ling Yun was not really good at fighting, and he couldn't reveal his true identity, and he was a bit restrained in fighting, the battle situation tonight would be hard to say. What shocked Master Ling Yun the most was Chun Yangzi's abnormal growth ability in battle.

After playing for a while, Fu Qing realized the level of 'gathering fire'.

Master Lingyun sighed faintly, and smiled complacently when he thought of something.

With those little tricks he made, at least for the next three days, Chun Yangzi would not be able to get up and trouble the King of Ghosts, and he would have time—

"puff!"

A bandage ball hit Master Ling Yun like a meteorite, and he was so blinded by the stars that he almost fainted. The rustling sound of bandages rubbed against each other in the silent night, those bandages stretched and spread like snakes, quickly wrapping Master Ling Yun up. Master Ling Yun turned pale with shock. Oops, the coffin old man is too excited!

"Calm down...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

A bandage was poked towards his mouth, Master Ling Yun shut his mouth firmly, and the lower half of his face was immediately bound upright. He shook his head and struggled hard, but the coffin old man sitting on his chest was unmoved. From the gaps in the bandages on his face, it could be seen that the old man's eyes had turned **** red. The silver nails piercing his joints trembled, as if they were imprisoning the old man's strength, but they couldn't suppress his riot.

"Where is the king?"

A clear and angry male voice sounded. When the old man in the coffin was angry, his voice was no longer hoarse and old in disguise.

"You lied to me!"

"Uh-"

"You secretly went to meet the king behind my back, **** it, **** it, cunning cloud traveler!"

"No!"

"You have betrayed my trust, you flattering liar!"

"Ugh..."

"Tell me, how did you get the injury on your body, did the king reward you!"

"Well!"

"Okay, at this point you are still hiding from me, and you still haven't told me the truth! Why don't you speak!"

Master Lingyun bit the bandage that kept sticking out of his mouth, rolled his body violently like a big stranded fish, and directly pressed the angry old man under the coffin. At the same time, he slammed his head on the coffin At the old man's throat, the silver needle that pierced the throat was inserted deeper into his body. The old man in the coffin was taken by him unprepared, he let out a pained snort, and the bandages that were tightly wound like snakes were loosened immediately.

At the same time Master Ling Yun wiped off the bandage on his face, opened his mouth and sprayed furiously: "You are **** talking with Daoist's mouth tied up, ah, where do you want me to say it?! You still have a soul in your previous life! Can Qi talk! Heartless little bastard, who brought your tattered coffin out of the customs? Damn it, you just talk to me like this when I come back with an injury, ah?!"

"you…"

"Shut the **** up and listen to me! Do you know who I went out to fight with today, huh? Talking out scared you to death, you little bandage bastard. That's Chunyangzi Fu Qing, Fu Qing, do you know, Fu Qing We've met our king! Do you know why the ghost dog king came to me and not you? Look at your nails, half of your strength hasn't recovered. Are you going to cover the king or hold back to deliver food to Fu Qing!"

"I…"

"What me, do you think it's a good thing for the king to come to Jieyang now, huh? In the past life, the roads were all messed up, you know! Our greatest advantage is to know the future development, now everything is black before us, and we cross the river blind again .I said earlier to hide it, let’s hide it first, do you think we are the only ones who are reborn in this world, and we can act arrogantly?!"

"Ah? I'm asking you something!"

“…sorry”

Master Lingyun's storm-like fury directly suffocated the old man in the coffin, he didn't dare to struggle, he reflexively apologized sincerely, the bandage on his head was messy, revealing a few golden hairs. Like a golden retriever puppy that has been overtrained by its owner.

"Now I have been exposed. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. You can't expose again, understand."

Master Lingyun said coldly: "I'd like to see who is behind the scenes to make Wang and Fu Qing collide."

"Who is planning, I will kill him!"

"Killer, cooperate with each other, understand, we have to cooperate."

Master Ling Yun stood up, his body was so sore that he almost couldn't hold back his expression, he staggered and sat on the bed with a solemn expression: "Now the king has Su Xiaomi, the mourning ghost and the ghost dog king beside him. This is not right."

"What's wrong? If I were they would go to Wang's side first."

The coffin old man sat up all at once, sitting cross-legged in the messy bandages.

"wrong."

Master Lingyun calculated quickly with his fingers. As the most proficient in divination in the Yun family for a century, his calculation speed and accuracy were far beyond what Su Xiaomi could match. Stop counting and clenched his hands into fists, Master Ling Yun let out a deep sigh.

"Su Xiaomi and the mourning ghost are not reborn."

"How did they go to the king's side before they were reborn? Could it be that they are the illegitimate children of the goddess of fortune?"

Ignoring the yin and yang of the old man in the coffin, Master Ling Yun straightened out his thoughts: "Not returning to the king's side for the time being is a decision I made after discussing with Hongxiu."

"The matter of rebirth is unbelievable, and it is even more impossible for multiple people to be reborn. Among us, Hongxiu died the first, me second, Su Xiaomi third, and your fourth. It can be ruled out that the resurrection is in chronological order." Point. After our death, the king should have promoted some people, such as Chen Xing and other allied ghosts. Chen Xing told me that he died in the battle of the Great Tiankeng."

"Conquer the Great Tiankeng?"

The old man in the coffin suddenly stood up, and the bandages around him began to shake restlessly again: "Are those heavenly ghosts revived again?!"

"I don't know."

Master Lingyun shook his head, his body hurt too much from sitting, he lay down on his back, and tried his best to flatten himself: "There must be a source of so many people's rebirth, we didn't live to the end, I don't know what happened in the end, I don't know ..."

I don't know if the ghost king Wu Rong is dead or not.

Thinking of this, Master Ling Yun shuddered down his back. Will the ghost king Wu Rong die? He realized that he had never thought about it. The strength is at the top of the world, and the ghost aura is so strong that you can't even leave the ghost country in person, otherwise the place you set foot on will be completely eroded by the yin energy, and it will become a dead place where even ghosts cannot survive.

Ghosts can live until the day their soul is broken, and the life of such a powerful Wu Rong is infinitely approaching eternity.

So, will he die?

The more important question is, will Wu Rong, the ghost king in this life, die.

It's like a pair of invisible hands are pushing the development of everything, and the cold eyes are peeping in the dark.

Master Ling Yun looked at the sky outside the window, but the stars and the moon were not visible due to the thick clouds.

"You can't expose."

He repeated: "There must be something that is driving this series of things to happen. I am already in the open, and you have to be in the dark so that we can cooperate better. What you have to do now is not to meet the king, not to fight , but to restore strength as soon as possible.”

"But these damn, annoying pegs are so hard to fix, God, I don't want to go back to the EU and get them."

"Who told you to fight against the coffin and come to the Asian League without pulling out the first holy nail?"

Master Lingyun reprimanded him mercilessly: "Come here, let me have a look."

"Hold it, I'll get some Zhou Jin's blood to wipe you later, or you can pray that the morning star will bring some holy water when it comes."

"Ouch, holy water."

The coffin old man sat obediently by the bed and let Master Ling Yun look at the nails. Hearing this, he hated to wrinkle the bandages, and said in a muffled voice, "Anyway, I will do what you say. Old man, you can be more specific, otherwise I will listen to you." don't know."

Just know that your brain is stuffed with bandages and you can't think at all.

Master Lingyun complained in his heart, impatiently took out a mobile phone from under the pillow, tapped it casually, and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

‘Hello everyone, welcome to Huangmao and show you the Tiankeng. Hey, I’m the anchor Huangmao...’

"I want you to look at this black-haired woman and record all her information, including what she said and what she did."

What Master Lingyun clicked on was the screen recording when Huang Mao rebroadcasted No. 444 Tiankeng and No. 3 live room.

"Remember it well, word for word."

"clear!"

With the order, the old man in the coffin was full of energy, wrapped his mobile phone in a bandage, went back under the bed and lay down in his coffin. The coffin closed with a click, and the voice of Huang Mao's explanation became faint and inaudible. The night was getting deeper, and the injury was more painful. Master Lingyun endured the pain and recited the law silently. There is no cure for Zhengyang fire in the world, so he can only suffer it. Fortunately, he is also from Longhu Mountain, and the mental method he learned was passed down from Fu Qing. Although it hurts, he will be able to bear it for two days.

"Ah Bao..."

Master Lingyun missed the little spirit dog, so he turned over with difficulty and let his back dry. No sleepiness at all, snorting.

"I guess no one will be able to sleep tonight."

Not only them, so many things happened, the well-informed people in Jieyang probably knew of Wu Rong's existence, and it all depended on who would strike first.

Is it the Milian Puja, or...Zhou Jin?

Master Lingyun remembered that Zhou Jin pursued Wu Rong like a demon in his previous life, but unfortunately no one could really get close to the ghost king's heart. Then do it again, will it be different?

Even Master Lingyun, who is a master of heaven, can't figure it out.

—

It was night, Wu Rong and others moved into the three-story villa arranged by Zhou Jin. There were five bedrooms in total, two master bedrooms and three guest bedrooms, enough for Wu Rong and his party to live in. Wu Rong chose the innermost room on the second floor to the east, Huang Mao lived next to him, Bai Gu lived opposite him, and Su Xiaomi lived farther away.

It's just that no one is going to sleep tonight. After simply washing up, everyone gathered in the living room on the first floor. Everyone only drank soup for a day, so they will all be a little hungry. Huang Mao was the quickest, ordered the grilled beer crayfish on skewers, and ordered a casserole for Wu Rong. Within half an hour, the group started eating.

"You are too young to drink."

Without a doubt, Huang Mao took the beer can away from Su Xiaomi and replaced it with a carton of milk.

"Drink more milk and grow up."

"Hey, there are so many exciting things that happened today, I almost forgot. Xiaomi, we are back in the city now, can your brother still come in, is it all right?"

Huang Mao drank a can of cold beer in one breath, and yelled happily: "Didn't it be said that someone set their sights on you because of the good-looking ghosts? I'm really curious about how good-looking your brother is. Is it because you look like you?"

"What does it mean to look like me? Aren't I handsome?"

Su Xiaomi drank milk angrily: "Should be able to come in, the Stone Gambling Conference is about to start, and those people dare not make a big fanfare."

No matter what Zhou Jin's motives were, if he brought Wu Rong and his party in like this, in the eyes of others, Wu Rong and the others were under the protection of the Zhou family, but anyone who didn't want to directly confront the Zhou family had to stop for the time being.

"Besides..."

As soon as Su Xiaomi opened his mouth, he stopped, ignoring Huang Mao's questioning and kept drinking milk, and secretly glanced at Wu Rong out of the corner of his eyes.

Besides, the big blood-clothed ghost raised by Wu Rong is more beautiful. In terms of beauty, he is more likely to be dragged into ghost movies than his brother.

Even though they experienced life and death together, Su Xiaomi dared to talk back to Huang Mao, but she always had a sense of awe towards Wu Rong, and she didn't dare to make trouble in front of him.

"Someone will always come."

Bai Gu opened his mouth, he didn't eat the skewers, but only drank a bowl of egg drop soup: "I planted wool Gu on Tan Yueyue and the others before, and they will find them in three days at most."

Before Bai Gu finished speaking, there was a dull knock on the door of the villa.

"Knock knock."