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

"Tomorrow night and early morning, my villa."

Wu Rong would not try it in such an unsafe place, and besides, after such a long delay, the concert will soon be over.

Whether there will be any abnormality when taking out the lotus seeds, and whether the dense lotus method will notice it all need to be considered.

"You know where it is."

His tone was light, and he pressed his fingertips on the bulge of the blood lotus seed. He did not use blood, but exuded a bit of a big ghost's breath, which made the blood lotus seed tremble in fear. With a trembling of the shoulders in front of him, Wu Rong understood that Zhou Jin had sensed the meaning behind his words. He withdrew his hand and watched the young man stand up in front of him with a complicated expression, hesitating to speak.

"You let me go just like that?"

He pretended to be disdainful and smiled, but his eyes were full of temptation when he looked at Wu Rong, and some emotions were hidden deeper. The tone was light and nonchalant: "Now that I have got the baby spirit back, fools will go to Internet cafes again."

"random."

For Wu Rong, it was up to Zhou Jin to come or not, anyway, he had already planted a Gu on him through contact with Wu Rong just now. This kind of Gu is something secreted by the Gu species, and it falls on the human soul, no matter where Zhou Jin is, Wu Rong can easily feel it. When Zhou Jin dies in a few days, Gu will automatically hide his soul, and come to Wu Rong like a tired bird returning to its nest.

There was only a little bit of secretion from the Gu species, and Wu Rong used it on Zhou Jin. If Zhou Jin didn't come tomorrow morning, after he died, Wu Rong could prostitute Zhou Jin's soul for nothing, which was very convenient.

But after all, Wu Rong still likes to be more secure, so he made two-handed preparations.

"you-"

Zhou Jin saw his attitude in his eyes. The soul bearing the brand of an angel is more naive and sensitive than the devil. At this moment, Zhou Jin's heart is full of chaotic emotions and mixed feelings. Especially Wu Rong's cold and calm eyes, without any superfluous emotion. His back was cold and his clothes were ripped open, but Wu Rong only observed the blood lotus seeds and the wing tattoo.

The devil is the original sin of emotion, and the angel is the temptation of purity. Zhou Jin has seen all kinds of eyes full of evil thoughts and desires, especially the more advanced the ghost breeder's attitude towards him is more distorted and paranoid, trying to imprison him from soul to body. This is survival instinct. At the level of high-level ghost raisers, a single backlash may completely kill them. Zhou Jin is their medicine.

A drug that causes countless greedy, dark and evil thoughts.

But Wu Rong's eyes of pure research are extremely clean. Going to someone's villa in the early morning, in the eyes of adults, this matter itself has a sense of coincidence and ambiguity, but Zhou Jin is inexplicably sure that Wu Rong has no idea about him. Not only that, but Wu Rong returned the baby spirit to him without asking for a reward, and there seemed to be a way to remove the blood lotus seeds.

Is he hiding deep enough, or is he really a good guy?

A little bit of kindness between people and strangers is very precious, especially ghost raisers with twisted temperaments. Before Zhou Jin came, she was prepared to face all kinds of cruel and mean treatment, but now standing in front of Wu Rong completely, she felt a little unreal.

In particular, Wu Rong glanced at him indifferently again, as if wondering why he was still standing here and not rolling away, the corners of Zhou Jin's eyes twitched, and a subtle unwillingness rose in his heart.

In his eyes, Wu Rong is powerful and mysterious, not those ghost breeders who are too weak to have desire for him.

Could it be that Wu Rong can't do it?

"There is an organization behind the Milian Fahui and the Zhou family."

Zhou Jin's gaze slipped unconsciously, and he shuddered when he suddenly met Wu Rong's cold gaze, and said dryly: "The organization that planted blood lotus seeds for me, they bought all kinds of good-looking ghosts on the surface."

Buy all kinds of good-looking ghosts?

Wu Rong frowned slightly. He remembered that Su Xiaomi said that his brother accidentally revealed his real face after breaking the gold needle and gold thread seal, and was targeted because he was too good-looking. But Tan Yueyue and others who arrested Su Xiaomi should be members of the Zhou family.

Is that organization Zhou Jin is talking about now? If it is, it means that it is in contact with the Milian Fahui and the Zhou family at the same time, and its energy may not be underestimated than these two local land dragons in Jieyang.

"The concert is coming to an end, I should go."

Zhou Jin looked deeply at Wu Rong, as if wanting to keep his facial features in mind.

"you…"

"boom!"

A loud noise came from the door, and the surging air flowed in, destroying the cohesive atmosphere of the concert scene. Zhou Jin's figure disappeared from Wu Rong's eyes in an instant, and then Zhou Jin's singing on the stage stopped, because the backlash caused by the sudden stop made him cough up a mouthful of blood.

The door of the underground concert was broken down. Wu Rong stepped out of the private room, the space in the private room is too small for stretching hands and feet when fighting. He left the box and walked out, the air that greeted him was filled with the smell of fresh plants, rustling sounds from all directions. Most of the lights in the venue were off, and there seemed to be vines, insects and snakes waiting for an opportunity in the darkness.

"Brother Rong, something is wrong."

The box of Huangmao Baigu and the others was right next to Wu Rong, they quickly came to Wu Rong's side, and looked around vigilantly, but Wu Rong locked his eyes on the door first. His night vision ability is very good, and he can clearly see a budding lotus growing in the dark by the door. The flower stems sway without wind, holding two palm-sized pink and white flower discs, and there are thick and undulating pink human-shaped lotus roots at the root.

No, not human-shaped lotus root.

Just real people.

Wu Rong saw that 'Lian Root' was wearing tight work clothes, and the blue-edged work card around his neck was tilted aside. A lotus flower grew out of his belly, and there was a sense of holiness and purity in the weirdness. He was still alive, turned into a monster, and lived with that weird lotus flower.

"Amitabha."

A hoarse and dry Buddha's name sounded, revealing a terrifying aura. Wu Rong saw an old and thin hand with only a thin layer of skin and bones stretched out from the door, and picked the lotus flower. The movements are light and elegant, like a Buddha holding a flower, with a captivating beauty. But when the flowers were picked off, the emerald green flower stems and the human-shaped lotus roots quickly withered and shrank, turning into ashes in just a second.

Don't ask where all the guards of the Zhou family have gone, or if they have all turned into lotus root people, the monk outside the door finally walked in. Different from the cruel and weird method just now, the old monk is wearing a black and red cassock, with a kind face and amiable face, which makes people not feel bad at all. But when he spoke, his hoarse voice like a night owl coupled with a kindly smiling face brought a greater sense of disobedience.

"Master Zhou rarely sings, all the heroes gather together."

"It's such a pity that I didn't receive an invitation to the Milian Puja for such a grand event."

Here comes the kicker of Milian Puja!

Behind Wu Rong, Huang Mao and Su Xiaomi made eye contact.

The visitor is not good!

Moreover, Brother Rong's current situation is more dangerous. He is the only one among those invited by Zhou Xinhong. He is too conspicuous. The old monk's attention must be on Wu Rong!

Sure enough, the next second the old monk's gaze turned, as if a hunter had locked his prey.

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Zhihui, so this must be Wu Rong's benefactor."

The old monk smiled and looked friendly: "The Zhou family has a close relationship with my Milian puja, and this grand occasion will never forget my puja. It must be that some unruly servants deliberately forgot to invite, trying to attract The Zhou family has conflicts with our Dharma meeting. I hope you don’t mind the poor monk’s overstepping and a small punishment.”

This is Xia Mawei!

Right now, all the people in the box were invited by the Zhou family with a lot of money, and the Zhou family gave them benefits for this concert. Under such circumstances, if they sit back and watch the Milian Dharma Association go wild, they will lose their own reputation. It's time for the quick-tempered people to act now, but Wu Rong was unmoved. He looked at the old monk, and from him, Wu Rong vaguely felt a subtle sense of disharmony.

It was an intuition that there seemed to be something wrong with the person in front of him. Just like how a puppet is carved to resemble a human being, it is still a puppet after all.

Wu Rong remained expressionless and silent, but the old monk's smile deepened, his dry old face was full of wrinkles. Under the vigilant eyes of Huangmao Su Xiaomi and others, he suddenly clasped his hands together and bowed to Wu Rong. Then the palms turned upwards, holding the lotus flower that bloomed from the person's body in both hands, and made an unexpected gesture of dedicating it to Wu Rong.

"Wu Benefactor has a predestined relationship with our Dharma Association."

The old monk's tone was sincere and sincere, his eyes were restrained, and he showed a very respectful attitude towards Wu Rong: "The position of Dharma protector at the Milian Dharma Assembly has been vacant for a long time, and Dharma King Fei sweeps the couch to welcome him, and waits for the arrival of the benefactor Wu."