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

"Hmph, it's just a crooked way, and you have the face to call yourself a Fahui?"

A strange yin and yang snort came from the box next to the door. The door of the box was not opened, but black mist seeped out from the crack in the door. There are strands of squirming black threads floating in the mist, like hair and capillaries. The black mist smells of rotting fish, mixed with an indescribable decaying smell, which is disgusting.

"He's the Fogblade."

Bai Gu whispered to Wu Rong through the blood contract, with a dignified tone: "A master who ranks sixty-nine in the local list."

"Looking at his ghost mist, I'm afraid he is on the verge of spiritual recovery."

Wu Ren's strength ranked sixth among the group of people invited by Zhou Xinhong, ahead of Hui Xin and behind Fu Qing. Zhou Xinhong didn't value force the most when he invited people over this time. Although he had a good attitude towards Wuren, he didn't value it as much as he did to other people.

But Wuren came all the way to Jieyang because he wanted something.

Just as Bai Gu said, Wuren has been in good and bad mental condition since completing the last b-level mission and exploring the ghost domain. His physical condition is so poor that he can hardly suppress the ghost fog in his body even with Daole and talismans. Backlash and spiritual recovery are almost the way back for every ghost raiser, but some accept it frankly, while others are not reconciled.

Wuren was not reconciled, he wanted to live for a long time, Zhou Jin was a life-saving medicine for Wuren, so he accepted Zhou Xinhong's invitation very happily. But after coming to Jieyang, Wu Ren found that the situation was different from what he thought.

Wuren has only heard a concert until now, and usually relies on expensive medicines to survive. As a result, Zhou Jin was interrupted before the concert was over. Can't wait any longer, Fogblade doesn't want to wait any longer. He wanted a chance to show off, a chance for Zhou Xinhong to put him in his eyes.

Now, the opportunity has come.

Wuren's emotions were like a pot of boiling water, and the whole person was almost crazy. This maddening and destructive atmosphere can be felt from the distorted ghost mist spreading out.

The rustling sound that Wu Rong heard when she first stepped out of the box was the lotus roots that grew all over the ground.

The moment the ghost mist touched the lotus roots all over the ground, the mouth of the black thread wriggling and twisting like a blood vessel in the mist suddenly opened a completely disproportionate mouth, swallowing the lotus root like a rubber tube, and at the same time it was touched by the black mist The lotus roots all melted into a black thick paste, and in a blink of an eye, most of the lotus roots all over the field were fogged away by ghosts. The black mist became thicker and more foul-smelling, and thousands of black threads were pulled out of the mist like greedy worms.

The twisted and terrifying ghost fog is everywhere, most of the fog surrounds Monk Zhihui, but there is still a small half of fog floating towards Wu Rong.

Wu Rong originally walked to the door of Fu Qing's box, because of Fu Qing's murderous hatred for ghosts, he should have come out when the staff member of the Zhou family was swallowed by lotus roots long before Monk Zhihui appeared. But now the door of Fu Qing's box is still closed, and there is no movement. Even knowing Fu Qing's strength, Wu Rong was still worried that something would happen to him.

But now, a small cloud of ghost fog blocked his and Fu Qing's private room.

Unappetizing.

This was Wu Rong's first reaction.

Wu Rong's sense of smell is different from that of ordinary people. From his rebirth to the present, he can smell a different kind of aroma from all the ghosts he encounters. Ordinary meals can't satisfy the hunger from the soul. But facing the ghost fog this time, Wu Rong felt a little bored in his heart. The ghost fog is full of crazy and **** smells, not only from ghosts, but also from people. At this moment, Wu Rong resonated and saw its owner from the ghost fog, the ghost breeder code-named Wuren.

The picture flashed across Wu Rong's mind like a revolving lantern, the blood-stained sharp blade, the man with eyes wide open after death, the man with an unbelievable face, and Wu Ren's crazy and hearty laugh.

‘Ghost fog has finally advanced! Ghost fog has finally advanced! "

Fogblade killed his friend who trusted him, and fed Ghost Mist with his friend's flesh and blood resentment, causing pure resentment to be stained with blood. He killed too much along the way, the blood was too heavy, and the souls of the dead were also used by him to refine them into the ghost mist, that is, those terrifying blood vessel-shaped black threads. Wu Ren took advantage of their resentment and hatred to hone Ghost Wu stronger and stronger. But it was also subtly affected, being crazily affected by the ghost fog's evil thoughts.

What kind of ghosts are raised by people, and what ghosts feed back to people.

The ghost mist comes back frequently, and now it is approaching spiritual recovery. The ghost mist is mixed with the crazy evil thoughts of too many people who were killed by the fog blade, and now it is partially fused with the fog blade. It is not pure, and it does not arouse Wu Rong's appetite. .

But Wu Rong is a great temptation to Ghost Wu.

Ghost Mist, who was approaching spiritual recovery, was the most insane, and his strength was extremely strong. After crossing the original level of evil ghosts and touching the level of fierce ghosts, he also smelled Wu Rong's ghostly aura emanating from the depths of his soul, which made ghosts tremble.

This kind of breath is very faint, blocked by the skin of the body, but still captured by the ghost that is close to recovery. It is dark, powerful, terrifying like the abyss of hell, but it also lures all ghosts and ghosts. This is the instinctive hunger and thirst of the soul, like wine brewed from rotten sweet fruits, highly poisonous and sweet. Longing, longing to have him, longing to be him, longing to devour him.

This kind of breath makes low-level ghosts approach unconsciously, and middle-level ghosts go crazy like demons. They are close to madness, they don't have the rationality of high-level ghosts, and they don't know that the more beautiful and delicious things are, the more dangerous they are. Greed and desire are everything.

want to.

Most of the black mist surrounded Monk Zhihui, and the sound of beasts biting meat and chewing bones came from the mist. Accompanied by weird and terrifying swallowing sounds, the black mist was stained with blood, and the fishy smell permeated the air. And a small part of the black mist that broke away from the group has come to Wu Rong.

want to.

More fragrance, more maddening breath, was blocked by this body. Like a seal of fine wine.

want to.

I want to tear apart this obstructive body, I want to sneak in and greedily search for it, I want to monopolize the breath that makes the ghost's soul tremble, and swallow it into my stomach. The color of ghost fog changes, from deep black to dreamy light blue, light and light, twinkling stars, beautiful but extremely deceptive. Huang Mao, who was standing behind Wu Rong, only took one look, and his eyes became blurred.

It was the psychedelic, pink-skull-like disguise that Fogblade had used to trick his friends into killing them. In addition to obtaining eminent monks and celestial masters, it will take a certain amount of time for any capable person to regain consciousness.

The moment the light blue mist appeared, a pitch-black figure stuck behind Wu Rong, sniffing his breath greedily and obsessively, just like a hopeless addict encountering drugs. The door of Wuren's box opened a gap at some point. It is impossible for a normal adult man to squeeze through the gap less than half the width of a palm, and it is impossible for a woman, unless it is a very thin child.

Or a piece of human skin.

"You smell really good."

A gentle and clear laugh sounded from behind Wu Rong, and anyone who heard this voice would imagine a handsome face. Fogblade does have a handsome face, which comes from his friends, as opposed to Fogblade's usual sullen face.

Killing his friend was the most rewarding kill for Wuren, and his friend did contribute a lot to him, such as his handsome face, pleasant voice, and his young and beautiful wife. His friend died 'accidentally' in Huangquan. As his best friend, Wu Ren must take good care of his sister-in-law.

But sister-in-law's taste is not as delicious as the young man in front of him.

No, it's not as delicious as him. Comparing sister-in-law is simply blasphemy to youth.

The fog blade was about to reach its peak in an instant. This was not an ordinary temptation, but this was the salvation of the soul. Even Zhou Jin's singing just now didn't make him have such a big reaction. Just one bite, just one bite, his body that was on the verge of collapse will be restored, and the mist ghost will be calmed down again, and even advanced.

Just one bite has such a strong effect, so why not take a few more bites to finish him off completely?

Only evil thoughts remained on the soul approaching madness, Wu Ren swallowed his saliva, but his esophagus and skin had long been fused together, he was fused back by the ghost fog to only a skin full of blood vessels, except for the handsome face. It is covered with needle-like rough black hair, like a beast. He is also like a wild beast at the moment, his mind is completely occupied by appetite and greed.

As long as the youth is wrapped in this skin, they will be together forever.

"Is there a wanted warrant?"

Um?

Wu Ren's handsome face has been distorted and ferocious, and he will go crazy almost in the next moment. But facing the youth, he still showed endless pity and patience, wanting to dedicate all the good things in the world to him. It's a pity, if it wasn't for him being on the verge of backlash, the ghost mist would soon recover, but if he could endure it, the fog blade wouldn't eat up all the young people.

He will raise him up, raise him well, eat only once in a while, and give him the best treatment.

An unknown gentleness emerged, and the Fog Blade, who was intoxicated by the youth, replied: "Yes."

Yes, of course he has a wanted warrant, which was put up by his friend's father. The old man went insane after knowing the child's death, sold his property and exhausted his life savings to put up a wanted warrant for Wuren, but because there was no evidence and not enough money, the wanted warrant was at the bottom of the bronze level.

Even if ordinary people sell their life savings, how much money can they have?

Fogblade didn't kill the old man, and even looked at him with the face of a friend. He enjoyed the hatred and pain in his eyes, so he didn't kill the old man.

But now, Wuren decided to kill the old man after leaving Jieyang.

The reward for the arrest warrant is so low, and the level is so low, he is too embarrassed to bring it in front of the young man. Just like a male beast wanting to show off its mighty muscles, at this moment hatred occupied all his nerves, causing Wuren to burn with anger, blaming the old man for all his faults.

Why doesn't he have more money.

Why can't he hang higher.

The collapse made him incredibly sensitive to all kinds of emotions. Fogblade was immersed in hatred, and it was not until the young man spoke again that he struggled to find a sliver of reason.

"Want to eat."

I want to, I want to!

Wuren shouted from the bottom of his heart, emotion and joy instantly replaced hatred, leaving Wuren speechless. Is the youth asking him? Yes, it must be. Is he concerned about my situation? Yes, it must be.

He is so nice, how can there be such a nice person in the world. Wuren looked at the young man in front of him with incomparably fervent and reverent eyes, and he felt that tears were about to fill his eyes. But Wu Ren's inhuman body had long since lost his tear glands, and two bundles of blood vessel-like black threads extended downward from his eyes, protruding towards the young man's legs. Fogblade had originally planned to start from scratch, but now he has changed his mind. He is going to eat from the legs, eat slowly, he wants to talk to young people.

The black lines are like the eyes of Foggy Blade. His adoring and fiery gaze across the young man's graceful calves and slightly pale ankles is like a pilgrimage. At last, the Fogblade saw the youth's thick black shadow stretching back from the soles of his feet.

There is a pair of scarlet dog eyes in the shadows.

…

"Crunch, crunch."

"Crunch, crunch, grunt."

Louder chewing sounds came from Wu Rong's feet, very rhythmic, accompanied by screams and the grunting of beasts swallowing. At the same time, the chewing sound by the door suddenly became louder, like a competitive game. The fog blade was eaten by the ghost dog king, but the ghost fog did not dissipate. It was still condensed by the door, stained brown-red and black by blood, and eerie chewing sounds could be heard from it.

"Suck-"

The sound of sipping noodles was heard, and the ghost fog suddenly dimmed, and then became fainter again. The original thick brown-red ghost fog is now like black gas from a chimney, and thousands of black lines inside have disappeared.

They were sucked off.

Monk Zhihui's face was faintly revealed in the black mist, still benevolent. It wasn't Ghost Mist that ate him from beginning to end, but he ate Ghost Mist! But Wuren didn't notice it at all, it could only be because the opponent's strength far surpassed him, and his perception was deceived!

So strong.

Wu Rong pursed her lips solemnly, and pulled out the Lao Miao knife. Seeing through the thinner and thinner ghost fog, Monk Zhihui felt more disobedient. His face was as stiff and pale as a zombie, and his cheeks were as thin as a monkey. Gougou stared at Wu Rong, the corners of his dry mouth curled up ferociously.

He was grinning at Wu Rong!

"Who are you."

Wu Rong's voice was cold, not Zhihui. He should have realized that the old monk's body had become an empty shell, and there were horrible parasites living inside.

The chewing stopped suddenly.

The sudden silence was more frightening than the scalp-numbing chewing sound. Zhihui, or the parasite manipulating Hui's body, stared at Wu Rong with an uncomfortable sense of concentration through the old monk's cloudy eyeballs. .

Suddenly, he opened his mouth in a strange and terrifying way, and a piercing and eerie laugh came out of his pitch-black throat.

"Talk and talk."

The author has something to say: Bandage Man: The guest in the cloud is so favored, there must be some coup!

Bandage Man: I see!

Bandage villain: Jealousy!

The first Ghost Domain "Eat Loud" competition has begun, and Rongshan Ghost King himself is the referee!

The contestants are the Coffin Old Man and the Ghost Dog King.

The coffin old man took out his ghost bones, big ghosts, ghost eyeballs, wonderful crispy horns, wave force seaweed, crispy biscuits, houttuynia cordata...

The ghost dog king took out the molar stick given to him by Rongshan ghost king.

Coffin Old Man: Wow—

The coffin old man disrupted the competition by crying loudly, and the ghost dog king won!