MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 201
Why is the scepter here? !
Suspicion and vigilance flashed through his mind in an instant, but Wu Rong didn't stay any longer except for the sudden discovery of the scepter. In less than a second, he suddenly appeared in front of the crack in the tiankeng, and slapped fiercely with his burning bones and sharp claws. Xiang Qinghei's little hand.
Take advantage of his illness to kill him!
"what-!"
"what-!!"
The ear-piercing screams were endless, resounding throughout the canyon. Afraid of the sudden appearance of the scepter, Wu Rong did not attack the palm of the small hand pierced by it, but grabbed the thin and lonely wrist, which seemed to be crushed if squeezed.
Just as he expected, the ghost boy did not really break free from the seal and come to the world. The wrist made of resentment and filth was crushed by him, and it was as fragile as tofu in front of the cold fire, but what was under the black and blue skin made Wu Rong's heart sink.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
The screams were no less than mental pollution, and Wu Rong's mind was buzzing. Guitong's wrist shattered into powder, revealing the dark and sticky paste inside. They firmly sucked Wu Rong's fingers and dragged him towards the crack like a quicksand swamp. When the thick paste touched the cold fire burning between the joints, it was completely incinerated, but more thick paste rushed forward, covering half of Wu Rong's palm in the blink of an eye.
The suction of the thick pulp was so strong that Wu Rong leaned forward as she was being dragged, her eyes sharpened. While stabilizing the lower plate, he pulled out the handle, and with the other hand ignited a blazing positive fire, he pressed against the black pulp without hesitation. But before the Zhengyang fire was fully ignited, Wu Rong pulled out a dark mass from the crack in the tiankeng.
The opponent's suction was too strong, so Wu Rong subconsciously used the same strong force to resist, but he didn't expect to pull the thing out of the crack in the tiankeng with just a little force. The arms were raised suddenly, and Wu Rong's body fell backward because of too much force. He had great control over his body and immediately stabilized his foot, but he threw the black mass deep into the canyon.
what is that?
Wu Rong glanced at the cracks in the tiankeng, only to see that the thick black slurry adhering to it had disappeared, and the little blue and black hands were nowhere to be seen. The scepter that had nailed it to the ground just now lay sideways on the ground, the dark silver color was very low-key, it looked like a steel pipe. It is very close to Wu Rong, as long as he bends down, he can pick it up. The previous battles also proved that its sharpness is no less than that of a sword.
Wu Rong took a few steps away from the scepter, it was too suspicious and weird to appear here suddenly. If it wasn't for the time being that there was no way to completely destroy it, Wu Rong would definitely do it.
And there's still that dark shadow.
The excellent dynamic vision allowed Wu Rong to capture the size of the pitch-black lump at the moment of throwing it away. It was almost as big as a curled up skinny child.
child.
Wu Rong frowned, the canyon shrouded in darkness has no wind, and the silence is terrifying. Right now, Wu Rong, the scepter, and the withered grass dropped by Hei Tuan formed a triangle, and no one moved. Wu Rong's attention was divided into two halves, and he paid attention to the movement of the withered grass and the scepter at the same time. He didn't sweep the hand that was still burning with positive fire with the end of his eyes until he felt that his hand was wet and cold and left.
From the beginning of the battle between Wu Rong and Gui Tong, the loyal python spirit bit (contained) his wrist, and tried his best to wrap Wu Rong's arm with his body that was about to be cut into python sections, trying his best to protect the Lord . Even if it was half scorched by the Zhengyang fire, he stubbornly refused to let go.
But now, Mang Ling took the initiative to let go. It struggled to raise its upper body, and looked in the direction of the withered grass hesitantly and full of expectation. The body tightly wrapped around Wu Rong's wrist loosened, and fell down like a broken belt, falling to Wu Rong's feet.
No, not that it will die. The vitality of the python spirit is so strong that no one can really kill it except its master and other heroes' weapons. And Wu Rong didn't ignore that the python spirit gratefully licked his wrist with the snake letter before falling down. The slightly corroded and polluted skin that was contained just now healed immediately.
The python spirit who was still in the attack state last second thanked him the next moment, why is that? Thank you python...
An ominous sign rose in Wu Rong's heart, and he stepped on the tip of the python's tail that couldn't wait to turn around and crawl towards the dry grass, his jaw tensed, and his expression was solemn.
What exactly did he pull out from the crack in the tiankeng just now?
【Why, why don't you come back to me】
When the sharp child's voice full of resentment sounded from the depths of the withered grass, Wu Rong felt no luck at all.
He actually pulled the ghost boy out of the crack in the tiankeng just now! No, the real Kukuka is still sealed in the Tikal Tiankeng. This should be just an incomplete ghost boy, the ghost boy's resentment, or whatever.
But definitely not to be underestimated!
[The smell of blood, the smell of flames, cluck, hahaha, are you back?]
A black shadow slowly emerged from the depths of the withered grass, black light flowed on his body, and sticky and thick black slurry dripped down. He was like a monster made of asphalt, and he gradually stood up until he was as tall as an adult's waist. . The appearance of the child inside could be vaguely seen through the black pulp, full of resentment and hatred, more terrifying than any ghost child Wu Rong had seen before.
But what scares Wu Rong the most is the twisted madness of Cong Guitong. The moment he first appeared, Wu Rong subconsciously turned his head to the side, not looking at him. Even so, the eyeballs were still sore and swollen, as if they were overused.
The powerful ghosts in the depths of the Tiankeng are indescribable, terrifying existences that cannot be looked at. Wu Rong suffered from this in her previous life. The monocle polished by the cursed ruby might be able to see directly, but Wu Rong didn't bring it here. Just now, Wu Rong has basically confirmed that this black shadow is the resentment of the ghost boy Kukuka just now. The question is why he came out at this time.
Could it be Zhengyanghuo?
Wu Rong recalled the memories of the stone slabs he saw in the corpse cave, and every word the ghost boy said was kept in his mind and analyzed repeatedly. And in just a few seconds, the wobbly black pulp ghost boy had already taken a second step towards Wu Rong, and then stopped.
[No, you are not, you are not him]
A vicious and cold voice sounded, hissing like a leak.
【You are not him】
"I'm not Fu Qingnan."
At the same time, Wu Rong spoke in a calm tone, deliberating every word in his heart for a long time before speaking.
The accident in the crack of the tiankeng may be related to the fact that the stone slab was taken away by him. But the point shouldn't be here. Wu Rong took out the stone slab from the depths of the corpse cave a long time ago, but the strange phenomenon just happened now, there must be something he didn't know about it. It was the double effect that caused many creatures in the entire Hongya Safety Zone and Yuzhou Ghost Domain to fall into a deep sleep tonight.
Fu Qing and the big ghost must never be allowed to meet Guitong.
This was Wu Rong's second thought. The ghost boy in front of him was no longer the former soul boy Kukuka, but his crazy resentment from being tortured by the pollution of the Great Tiankeng for decades. How much he respected and trusted Fu Qingnan before, now he has so much resentment and hatred.
"Hiss hiss."
Qingling Gu returned to Wu Rong's side, looking at the shadow vigilantly and hostilely. A faint blue light emerges on the surface of its body, which is the external manifestation of the pure vitality aroused by the filth, under the blessing of the Gu seeds.
【Of course you are not Fu Qingnan, Wu Rong, do you think I am a fool? I can smell the stink of that bug through the cracks]
The ghost boy laughed contemptuously and said: [No, you are not a witch. The smell of bugs, the smell of fire, similar but different. 】
【Where did you come from, kid, and what does it have to do with them? Think about it, let me think about it]
It's better not to expose his relationship with Fu Qing and Nan.
Wu Rong thought to himself.
Guitong seems to be sane, and if he can communicate with him, maybe he can gain something new. Compared with Fu Qingnan, he doesn't feel so much against Wu Rong. When Mang Ling was severely injured by the crossbow arrows, Wu Rong was able to approach him as a descendant of the Wu family. The attitude of the python spirit can reflect the attitude of the ghost boy to some extent.
"I am a descendant of the witch family."
Wu Rong put on a sincere expression: "Senior Python Spirit was seriously injured the day before yesterday, and I helped it..."
【I understand】
Jie Jie icily laughed, interrupting Wu Rong's words. The ghost boy took another two steps in his direction, which made him a little closer. Wu Rong lowered his eyes to hide the stern light in his eyes, but stood there without moving.
[Bugs, flames, I understand, I understand]
Gui Tong's voice of talking to himself was lowered, with a very soft ending. It was no longer as sharp and full of resentment as before. It sounded much more normal, as if he was communicating with Wu Rong normally.
【You are not Fu Qingnan, nor Wu Rong】
【You are the child of Wu Rong and Fu Qingnan! 】
Arrogant shouting and fierce murderous intent scraped Wu Rong's face together, and the ghost boy who was still tens of meters away approached Wu Rong's face in an instant! One person and one ghost were so close to each other, the pungent and foul smell rushed towards the face, Wu Rong could clearly see the black paste flowing on the ghost boy's face, and the sunken, **** and mutilated eyeballs full of malice and killing intent!
【Kill you, Fu Qingnan will always come to me! 】
【He will come—! ! 】
boom! !
The golden red flame suddenly burst into flames and swept upwards, as if a wall of fire rose in the pitch-black canyon! The flames are blazing, and the positive yang fire is just as strong as the yang, and it is an old enemy with all the filth and darkness, and it can become stronger and stronger as it fights! Without Wu Rong's manipulation of it, it spontaneously and violently devoured all resentment and yin energy, and brilliant sparks exploded, reflecting the entire canyon as bright as day!
The filthy resentment was burned by the raging flames, making a sharp and mournful hissing sound, and the majestic wind whizzed past, entangled with the blazing Zhengyang fire. They are like two giant dragons fighting each other. The tall and bright pillar of fire pierces through the dark clouds and shoots straight into the sky, like a terrifying fire tornado penetrating the sky!
The two black shadows in the canyon under the flames collided with each other at an extremely fast speed, and they were divided in one blow. Dozens of moves have been passed in the blink of an eye! The strong wind blew Wu Rong's black hair flying, and the flames lit up half of his face and his white arm that was only skeletal. A bit of filth fell on the pale bones, and the black spots of corrosion disappeared before they expanded.
Right now, Wu Rong's half-human, half-skeleton face is extremely handsome under the firelight. His deep black eyes are like black holes that can contain all the brilliance in the world, but the half-skeletal face is even more hideous and terrifying!
【Kill you, I will kill you! 】
