MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 194

The mutated stone slab had an incomparable attraction to Wu Rong. It was obvious that there was a distance between him and the table, but the scorching heat passed through the distance, floated around Wu Rong through the air, and enveloped him faintly. stand up.

This feeling is unexpectedly good, Wu Rong's body and soul are not coordinated at present, and when the soul is in the body, the unbearable pain will always rise from the depths of the joints. It was just this kind of pain, Wu Rong had long been accustomed to it, and would not show it at all. But when the pain suddenly disappeared, the momentary sense of ease and pleasure could not be faked, just like a mountain that had been pressing on me all this time disappeared.

People who have not experienced long-term illness will not, and the mere state of ordinary people can make them feel like a new life. The exhilaration is captivating, and one can't help but want more, to get closer to that slate.

Supporting Fu Qing, Wu Rong took a step back. His eyes were calm as usual, without any obsession. By the way, he also kicked Professor Qin, who was unconscious on the ground, further away from the table.

hallucination?

"Blue Spirit Gu."

"Hiss hiss—"

"Follow the python spirit."

The green spirit Gu flew out of the window broken by the python spirit like a blue arrow, and the cold moonlight reflected on the snake's body, as if covered with a layer of silver gauze. Today's night is clear and clear, there is no moonlight in the sky covered by thick clouds, but it gives people a strange sense of awkwardness, as if something is wrong there.

It was so quiet.

The ghost domain is not a dead and silent place. Although it is shrouded in darkness all day long, the ghost domain at night is much more lively than during the day. The sound of the will-o'-the-wisp burning beep-beep-boom, the rattling sound of skeletons cleaning their bones, the bone-eating insects rubbing their elytra, making cricket-like noises, ghosts wandering aimlessly, and rustling like plastic bags when they are blown by the wind rustling sound.

They're so lowly that a bulky Stitch is like a monstrously large rock to them. Normally, Wu Rong would not expel these little ghosts and goblins, but tonight there was no sound except for the whining of the full moon wind.

It's like all living things are asleep.

"Hiss, hiss!"

A human-faced scorpion the size of a sesame seed climbed onto the back of Wu Rong's hand, waving its slender legs eagerly, bringing news of the black rock tarantula. When the mutation first appeared, Wu Rong immediately sent the black rock tarantula to protect her mother who was resting upstairs. Similarly, she also fell into a coma, just like Professor Qin and Fu Qing.

"Hiss!"

Wu Rong inadvertently looked at the human face, and his eyes suddenly focused. All the patterns on it's back that originally had the pattern of a woman's pale face disappeared!

The human-faced scorpion who grew up in the tiankeng loves to chase and devour the yin qi, and the dead have resentment. It doesn't eat resentment, and those resentments condense on its back, forming terrifying and weird patterns. It has grown to such a large size now, and it took decades of accumulation of resentment on its back to present such a flexible and frightening human face. But now, all the resentment on the back of the human face has disappeared!

It was absorbed by something.

Resentment is an emotion that everyone will have. It may come from a small thing in life. There is no perfect saint in this world. Losing a certain emotion is no less than temporarily losing the soul, and coma is normal. But Fu Qing shouldn't be like this. He was born without a soul, and without the seven emotions and six desires, it is impossible to have resentment. A thought flashed in Wu Rong's mind, could it be the full moon wind—

"South."

There was a chill, and the hem of the blood-stained clothes brushed through the cold air. The hair hangs down, and the big ghost slowly appears. Wu Rong noticed that as soon as he came out, his attention fell on the stone slab. Obviously, Wu Rong showed the big ghost the slate before, and he didn't respond to it at that time, but everything is changing subtly now. Amid the faint wails of pain brought by the wind of the full moon, everything is subtly changing.

Fifteen days is a reincarnation, starting from the full moon.

"You stay here."

Wu Rong ordered, hand over the unconscious Fu Qing to the ghost, and walk towards the dark red slate. The closer he was to it, the higher the heat. Wu Rong's ears were buzzing, and there was a faint roar, just like the weird feeling when the plane took off, or someone whispering in his ears.

'You come…'

The voice was mixed with the sound of the full moon and the wind, as if blocked by some force, it was vague and ethereal, and could not be heard clearly. Wu Rong walked towards the stone slab without changing his expression. The buzzing around my ears dissipated and became louder and louder, like the snowflake-covered screen of an old TV.

'why not…'

The voice sounded again, more clearly than before, but the ending was blown away by the strong wind. In an instant, Wu Rong seemed to hear countless voices, howling, weeping, despair, the ferocious and greedy chewing sounds of wild beasts, and the joyful low growl in his throat when he found the prey. In such a short distance, Wu Rong seemed to have walked for half a century. Those buzzing sounds grew louder and almost took over all of his hearing. The ravings became louder and louder, but I couldn't hear them clearly, I could only feel the strong resentment in them.

clatter.

There was a soft sound, the sound of Wu Rong's fingertips tapping on the stone slab. Everything suddenly returned to silence, the babbling disappeared, the noise disappeared, and the silence was eerie and terrifying. It's like the end of the nightmare. But the abnormality of Wu Rong's slate disappeared, the scorching heat dissipated, and the picture turned into a gray-brown color after coagulation of old blood, obviously the touch of viscous warm blood still remained on the fingertips.

click.

An ugly crack suddenly appeared on the slate, running through the first painting, and happened to run over the head of the beast on the painting. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the stone slab became dim and fragile, as if it would shatter immediately if it was bumped hard again. Originally, with Wu Rong's cautious personality, he would not bring this strange stone slab with him that was likely to come from the Great Tiankeng. but-

Wu Rong turned his head to look at the big ghost. For the first time, his eyes did not fall on Wu Rong, following him like a shadow, but 'looked' at the stone slab. Obviously the big ghost's vision is still sealed, but Wu Rong can feel his incomparable focus. When he was approaching the stone slab before, when those noisy ravings sounded, the soul contract between him and the big ghost also fluctuated, which was stronger than when he found the hero's relic before. This is something that has never happened before.

"You stay here."

Wu Rong repeated again that this was the first time he used the spirit deed to forcefully give orders to the big ghost. Then he ordered the suture monster to show a defensive posture. In the ghost domain where everything is sleeping, the real danger does not come from here. After arranging the big ghost Fu Qing and taking the stone slab, Wu Rong left the temporary residence and went to the corpse cave. Along the way, he saw the scene in the safe zone through the eyes of Qingling Gu.

The entire Hongya safety zone was as silent as a dead zone, with the traffic stalled on the road and the driver leaning on the steering wheel drowsily. People on the street were lying unconscious on the ground. At this time, the nightlife should have started, but the pause button was pressed abruptly.

Mang Ling was stealing the mobile phones, and the mobile phones of the people who collapsed on the ground disappeared after the black mist passed by. Its speed was extremely fast, and it was the stay in the safe zone that allowed the green spirit Gu to barely catch up. Wu Rong, who understood exactly why the python spirit was obsessed with it, guessed its final destination, but did not go to Nanshan Canyon first. The wind is full of the moon, the spirit of the python is strange, and the entire safety zone has fallen into a coma. All these cannot be all coincidences. Someone is secretly watching and plotting something secretly.

What is he plotting?

Some kind of premonition made Wu Rong go to the corpse cave without hesitation, where he found the stone slab. In the previous life, someone killed the python spirit and took the stone slab. Wu Rong suspected that this person was Tong Fuyuan. And he wondered if this person had also been reborn.

What happened to the sudden crack in the slate.

Among the people around him, Wu Rong was the only one who didn't fall into a coma. Was it because of the slate?

What did that person do with the slate in his previous life?

If he is Tofu Yuan—

When Wu Rong came to the corpse cave, the cold and deep darkness was endless, as if leading to hell.

Wu Rong substituted himself. If he was Tong Fuyuan, according to that person's conceited personality, he would probably leave something behind in the corpse cave. The stone slab will appear in the corpse cave, there must be something in it that was not found last time.

Wu Rong walked into the corpse cave on guard, holding a seedling knife in his right hand and holding the flame in his left hand. But until he reached the deepest part of the corpse cave, there were no other people.

no one?

Wu Rong frowned, looking thoughtfully at the scratched and messy ground, as if a large number of creatures had once gathered.

Could it be that he miscalculated?

—

Pure white torrents flowed through the barbaric ghost domain. If you look carefully, you can find that they are actually countless mask-like monsters. They are like the white marks left by planes flying across the sky, biting the black figure at the front tightly. No matter how fast he was, it was so fast that the naked eye could barely see him, and he couldn't get rid of the pursuit from behind.

Damn it, why are there so many ghost masks in the corpse cave!

The runner was suspicious and impatient in his heart. When the pure white torrent caught up again and was less than ten meters away from him, he turned sideways while running, and the crossbow arrow pierced through an arc of light into the group of ghost masks. There was only a loud explosion, and the pure white torrent was instantly blown away by one-fifth, and the smoke filled the air. Taking advantage of their chaos, the dark figure took the opportunity to escape from the encirclement, but soon, those chasing masks caught up again.

fair enough.

He changed direction and ran towards Nanshan with the group of crazy ghost masks following him. The wind whizzed by the full moon, and the weeping of the children in the wind became more and more shrill and desperate. The sound of the wind also followed him like a ghost mask, like a haunted nightmare.

hate it?

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the cap of the translucent vial in his hand was not tight, and drops of blood dripped from it, exuding a thick and majestic yang energy. It stands to reason that the full moon wind formed by the gathering of resentment and yin energy will be defeated by yang energy, but in fact, the resentment in the full moon wind is getting heavier and heavier around the blood. In the originally transparent and invisible wind, dark and filthy ghosts appeared faintly, full of resentment.

Do you complain?

He came, but did not save you.

The wind became stronger instantly, and the gust of wind swept towards the vial in the hands of the man in black. At the same time, he let go, allowing the wind to sweep away the vial full of blood.

The fun is about to begin.

It is really not easy to get Fu Qing's blood.