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

After Wu Rong left, Zhou Xinhong went back to the study to meditate, tapping his fingers on the table slowly. Zhou Huang stood beside him, holding his breath and concentrating, not daring to move.

"Go check the remaining scraps of that stone and see what's special about it."

"Yes."

Zhou Huang responded respectfully, and asked carefully, "Then Wu Rong..."

"Let him go."

Zhou Xinhong narrowed his eyes, his eyes flickered with thought, and suddenly said: "Is Zhou Ming okay?"

"fine."

Zhou Huang turned around in his mind and said honestly, "He will compete with Huixin in the Seven Treasures Buddhist Hall tonight at Youshi."

"Um."

The Zhou family and the Milian Fahui have been confronting each other openly and secretly for so many years, and both sides naturally buried each other undercover. Over the past few years, Jieyang has been calm on the surface, but in fact, it is unknown how many people died in the darkness. The stick-making monk is the one that hides the deepest. No one knows that Baimei's grandfather once picked up the stick-making monk when he was a baby when he was traveling in Tibetan areas, and sent him to the monastery.

The stick-making monk came down the mountain to repay the grace of saving his life. He has no father, no mother, and no dharma name. Zhou Xinhong gave him a first and last name and asked him to join the Milian Puja. Up to now, he is the Zhou family's deepest undercover agent in the Milian Puja.

Zhou Xinhong snorted in his nasal cavity, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger. He closed his eyes, seeming to be in a state of distress, but it gave the impression that he was a sleeping beast, and there was a terrifying power in his calmness. Zhou Huang had been by Zhou Xinhong's side since he was very young, and he had only seen him like this three times. Every time it means that he is going to kill. Not daring to think too much, Zhou Huang lowered his head even more, hiding the fear deep in his heart.

"I hope things work out and you know what to do."

"Yes."

"Go down."

Zhou Huang saluted respectfully and left backwards. When approaching the door, Zhou Xinhong's voice suddenly sounded: "You are not as courageous as Ah Jin."

"A Jin is the one who resembles me the most, but unfortunately—"

Zhou Huang's face distorted for a moment, and then returned to normal: "Master Jin is naturally the best."

After finishing speaking, he waited by the door for half a moment, and when he saw that Zhou Xinhong didn't give any more instructions, he retreated lightly. But when the door was closed, he looked at Zhou Xinhong out of the corner of his eye. He still had his eyes closed, breathing evenly, as if he had fallen into a dreamland. How old he was in the shadows, let people see that his real age is indeed not young.

After closing the door quietly, Zhou Huang walked down the stairs slowly. When he walked into the living room, he looked up at the photo frames hanging on the wall, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

Of course Zhou Jin is the best, not the best, how could Zhou Xinhong let him survive.

But Zhou Huang didn't envy him at all, and even had some condescending pity.

After all, what is there to envy a person who is about to die? Not only Zhou Jin, but also Zhou Xinhong, the entire Zhou family is rotten fruit grown on rotten flesh, attracting many flies with its sweet and psychedelic smell.

He, Zhou Huang, is also one of these flies, but he will be the final winner.

—

Wu Rong took the box back to the villa with the jadeite. If it wasn't for the yellow marks left by the jade worm, which would soon dissipate, he wouldn't have done it directly in Zhou Xinhong's study.

But all this is worth it, the pale yellow trace has been swallowed by the Gu species, and Wu Rong can vaguely sense the location of the jade worm in his heart. But it was found that it was not at the site of the Stone Gambling Conference, nor was it in those stone quarries and the like.

It was in the wall behind Zhou Xinhong.

close at hand.

Ordinary people may have to scream or change their expressions the moment they realize it. But Wu Rong remained expressionless, didn't look at the wall, and even noticed Zhou Xinhong's vaguely probing gaze, held the stone box and looked at it for a while to confirm that he had turned his attention to the stone box before getting up and leaving.

Does Zhou Xinhong know about Yu Chong?

It should not be known for the time being, but the yellow marks in the hollow carving of the stone box are very clear and fresh. It is impossible for people to let it run around after knowing the world's top five-element material like jade worm. After all, it can penetrate any rock and soil, and its whereabouts are erratic, making it very difficult to catch.

There should be another secret space behind the wall of Zhou Xinhong's study, where the stone box may have been stored. But Yu Chong's state at the moment is also very strange. Through the Gu species, Wu Rong sensed that the jade worm was motionless, as if it was curled up in a very small space, and the pure earth element in its body was also continuously decreasing. From this point of view, there is no need to wait for the stone gambling meeting to end, at most it will In two or three days it will be completely blotted dry.

Could it be that there are some living creatures hidden in the wall of Zhou Xinhong's study. Caught the jade worm without Zhou Xinhong's knowledge and absorbed its energy?

There was an air of creepiness about the whole thing.

Can't wait any longer, Wu Rong must get the jade worm before tomorrow night, otherwise the energy in its body will not be enough to support the molting of the Gu species. He thought a lot in his mind, but Wu Rong's expression remained unchanged, and he let Zhou Xinhong's driver take him back to the villa. The Zhou family can't intrude, let alone Zhou Xinhong's study, which has various dangerous traps. Don't act recklessly, the tighter the time, the less you can panic, you need to calm down and think long-term.

Wu Rong still has an advantage now. After all, Zhou Xinhong probably doesn't know about Yu Chong, and he has Zhou Jin.

Wu Rong hoped to get more news from Zhou Jin, but he would have to wait until evening, which was a bit long for Wu Rong now.

It would be great if Zhou Jin came earlier.

…

After returning to the villa, Wu Rong rarely regretted it.

"Brother Rong, Daoist Fu is in your room now."

In the living room, the yellow-haired Su Xiaomi and Baigu sat neatly on the sofa. When Wu Rong entered the door, three pairs of eyes stared at him at the same time. Each of them looked hesitant to speak, and their expressions were tangled and complicated. They looked at Wu Rong as if he suddenly Turned into a gorilla.

Something must have happened.

Wu Rong's eyes fell on Huang Mao, he was the most honest, he did not hide anything under Wu Rong's gaze.

"Just now Daoist Fu was wiping his sword, and then he suddenly got serious, got up with the sword and walked upstairs. We don't know what's going on, so we followed up to see, and then we saw Daoist Fu slashed your door open with a sword."

Fu Qing broke the door?

Something must have happened!

Wu Rong's expression froze, and his first reaction was to wonder if someone from the Milian Puja came, or someone from the Witchcraft Association came to make trouble. But seeing Huang Mao and the others sitting in a row, not in a hurry at all, it seemed to be different from what he thought.

Huang Mao spoke hesitantly, while he was saying be careful out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Wu Rong, Su Xiaomi and Bai Gu. As a result, the two looked at the sky and the ground, and neither of them talked with him.

No mood!

Huang Mao was furious. Under Wu Rong's downcast gaze, he finally closed his eyes and said bravely, "I saw from behind Daoist Fu that King Zhou is lying on your bed!"

Good guy, Fu Qing drew his sword and went up. Huang Mao had never experienced Daoist Fu's hands up close, but this time he saw it thoroughly. It's so hot that it's about to burn, and the air conditioner doesn't work at all. They were blown out of the villa all the way by the heat of sparks, and now that they are better, they can come in again. Bai Gu, who always made up his mind, had the most Yin Qi, and he suffered from heat stroke directly. Huang Mao and the others had no choice but to dare not go up to the second floor, so they could only sit in a row on the sofa and wait for Wu Rong.

Wu Rong: …

Wu Rong felt a little regretful about his idea of ​​getting in the car. He would rather Zhou Jin come quietly in the middle of the night than just let Fu Qing run into him. As for why he didn't want to, he was confused and couldn't figure it out right now. Bathed in the eyes of Huangmao and the others, Wu Rong went up to the second floor with a face that seemed calm but was actually blank.

As soon as Wu Rong went up the stairs, he could feel the heat rushing towards his face. The fierce and domineering anger was not at all as aggressive as Huangmao and the others said. Instead, he accepted Wu Rong very warmly and warmly, and welcomed him into the territory of Yang Qi. The more you walk into your own room, the heavier the yang energy. Soon Wu Rong saw what Huang Mao said, the door that was split open by Fu Qing's sword.

The fracture was very clean and neat, with a biting killing intent remaining. From it alone, we can see how powerful the swordsman is. After breaking half of the wooden door, Wu Rong saw a familiar black figure.

Fu Qing stood with his sword in his arms, like a green pine tree. He was wearing Wu Rong's black T-shirt, his long hair was tied into a ponytail and hung behind him, leaning against the wall. Standing up the momentum of one man guarding the gate and ten thousand men not opening.

And in the corner of Wu Rong's room, it is diagonal to Fu Qing at the door. Zhou Jin curled up in the corner of the wall like a mushroom with her knees in her arms, as if she was stunned, her expression was in a trance, but she was surrounded by the determination and determination of a wild beast. When Wu Rong walked to the door, Fu Qing's killing intent faded, Zhou Jin dissipated fiercely, and the two looked at him at the same time.

Wu Rong: "...Go in and talk."

Instinctively, he took a step forward, and took the initiative to hold Fu Qing's hand, Fu Qing let him hold it, and the ferocious aura, which was terrifying like a weapon in the world, miraculously eased, and Wu Rong pulled him into the room. When Wu Rong entered the room, Zhou Jin staggered and barely stood up. But after not seeing him all night, he turned into a skeleton, his face was as pale as a dead man, as if his heart had been greatly shaken and he was about to fall down at any time.

"What happened?"

Wu Rong briefly told Fu Qing about Zhou Jin, skipped his weird dream, and then looked at Zhou Jin. Their appointment was early in the morning, Zhou Jin arrived early, and was lying on his bed exhausted, something must have happened.

"empty."

Zhou Jin murmured in a daze, and he staggered towards Wu Rong, as if a prisoner at the end of his rope was trying his best to grab the last straw. But Fu Qing's sword blocked his way. Zhou Jin couldn't take a step closer, he ignored Fu Qing, and stubbornly looked at Wu Rong, his originally dark eyes were full of depression and grief: "It's empty, mother's tomb is empty."

"He hid his mother!"

Zhou Jin said sharply, her voice was no longer gentle and beautiful, like the roar of a wounded beast: "That man hid his mother, and she still can't rest in peace after passing away for so many years!"

Wu Rong saw the leaves of grass and dirt on Zhou Jin's body. Did he find anything when he dug the grave in the middle of the night? And that result made Zhou Jin crumbling, looking fragile and about to collapse.

"The housekeeper is right, I should have thought of it, I should have thought of it, that vicious man will let my mother watch him forever, forever—"

looking at him forever?

For some reason, Wu Rong suddenly remembered Zhou Xinhong's study, the wall where the jade worm was.