MTL - Cannon Fodder His Dad-Chapter 210 Ghost master his father (1)

This time, Wu Qun floated into the whirlpool soberly, and a picture suddenly appeared in his brain. A man in ancient costume was holding a long sword, and he was holding it against someone. Behind him stood a young man in white with a smile on his face. Shouting something in a hurry with tears.

He didn't hear clearly, and saw a light curtain flickering like a mushroom cloud. The man in ancient costume had broken his long sword and fell to the ground. The boy in white behind him was crying heartily, but the man was holding the broken sword. He got up and continued to charge towards the darkness.

The picture freezes, Wu Qun's head is buzzing with pain, and with a "bang", he feels slumped to the ground. The real pain makes him wake up suddenly.

The frozen image cracked in his mind like broken glass and then disappeared.

Wu Qun rubbed his buttocks, this feeling was too real, and he was embarrassed to shout it out. It was mainly the sound of the piano that you were familiar with, which made him very embarrassed.

Wu Qun stood up, and now this soul body is so solid that it can be hurt by falling. I don't know if this is a good phenomenon. As for the fragments he saw when he came back, he thought it might have been left by someone else, so he didn't care that much anyway.

"Bai You, is there something here that is useful for you to take a look at?" Wu Qun stabilized himself, and extracted from the sea of ​​consciousness the thing he extracted when he left the small world.

Bai You turned his head, the wind lifted gently, blowing away his long hair and sticking it to his cheek, but his eyes turned into vertical pupils when he saw the thing, and Wu Qun was a little taken aback for a while. Frightened, it was the first time I saw Bai You like this.

"Bai You?" Wu Qun asked softly, but saw Bai You closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, he was back to normal, took the things in Wu Qun's hand and said, "It's very useful, at least not much. The Lord will not be in so much pain anymore."

Bai You's expression became a little softer when he mentioned the words "Young Master". Wu Qun thought that this young master was probably the evil one who squeezed his labor force.

Looking blankly at Bai You, turning around and disappearing into the darkness, he raised his head to look at the bright and bright moon, it seemed that a corner was missing, and it was no longer a full moon. This was the first time he had met this change.

He doesn't care about Xuanyue or the full moon. He wants to know how long he will travel through the book world. To be honest, he doesn't feel too tired in the small world, but when he really rests, he will find that he is full of people. body fatigue.

Drifting to the bamboo building, Wu Qun climbed onto the large carved bed without thinking of anything, covered with the cool quilt and fell asleep.

When I really opened my eyes, I was already in the sea of ​​consciousness. Others were also outside on the couch of the water pavilion, sitting cross-legged on the ground beside the pool, staring at the pool water.

Wu Qun took a closer look. This man was holding a tablet in his hand, and an old mobile phone was hanging around his neck. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a Taoist priest in the ancient world.

"Hello." Wu Qun said, and the old man withdrew his gaze and looked over, his eyes full of despair.

"Okay, young man, can you listen to me tell my story?" The old man looked at Wu Qun motionless.

Wu Qun looked the same, this time he was actually wearing a white coat, nodded, the old man smiled, and handed over the tablet, "This thing is no longer needed, give it to you, don't you young people like it very much? "

Wu Qun moved his finger, the tablet flew over, and the old man said again: "I know you are not ordinary, otherwise I wouldn't be here, hey, it's all my fault, I'm too harsh on the child to let me He didn't become like that."

Wu Qun listened, did not open the tablet, but looked at Lao Dao.

"I was adopted by a Taoist priest since I was a child. Later, I was addicted to catching ghosts. Later, I rescued a female student who was haunted by ghosts at school. When she graduated, we got married and had children. I thought life would end like this. But no, Master It is said that this child is gifted with extraordinary talents, and is a genius in this era of the end of the law, and we need to cultivate it well."

"We also have great hopes for this child, but her wife is strongly against it. She hopes that the child will grow up safely, instead of being caught in this kind of supernatural event. After that, she never came back. When I saw her, she was attacked by a specter, and the child was dying." Lao Dao said with turbid tears.

"I hate it, I hate it so much, but Ren is no longer there. I know she is there to protect the child, but after that, my son has become a person, hating ghosts very much, and he has also become extremely diligent. I I thought it was a good thing, at least the child was motivated. But I never imagined that he was learning sorcery."

"More than a dozen murder cases in Bao'an City are related to him. I asked him privately. He was blaming me for being incompetent and avenging his mother. He said that he remembered that the ghost was manipulative." The boss said here, the whole person Neither is good.

"Would you like to calm down first?" Wu Qun said.

In fact, he still likes to absorb memory, it is so convenient, rather than listening to the client ramble on and on like this, so that some details will be very vague.

"It's okay, I just hope you can help my son. He used to be kind-hearted. If he hadn't met Wei Qi, he wouldn't have become so aggressive. He can live like a normal person and live peacefully until he is old."

Lao Dao closed his eyes, and without warning, turned into a spot of light and merged into Wu Qun's body. Jin Shu still did not appear, Wu Qun just closed his eyes lightly.

Open your eyes and I'm going! ! What the hell, it's disgusting.

Wu Qun subconsciously took the wooden sword and stabbed it, and the thing without a head instantly vanished into ashes.

It's just that the impact in front of him was too great, making him a little uncomfortable.

"Dad, didn't you say you want to keep the supernatural? Why did you kill it again?" Standing beside Wu Qun was a 13- or 14-year-old child with a money sword in his hand, Pi Xiaorou said jokingly.

Wu Qun ignored it, but looked around, and all of a sudden the memory of the original body rushed into his mind.

"Bang" Wu Qun fell into a pit, and in a daze, he saw that it was a coffin.

"Dad? Don't be kidding, can we not make trouble in the middle of the night? Come up quickly." Song, passed out in the coffin.

The dew in the early morning was a little damp and dripped on Wu Qun's face, making him shudder. When he opened his eyes, he saw the young man crowding beside him with dark circles under his eyes.

"Dad, how are you?" the boy asked, the worry in his eyes turned into disdain after seeing Wu Qun wake up.

"It's alright, I'm just too tired to sleep for a while." Wu Qun sat up, there was no body in the empty coffin, and he didn't know if he killed the owner of the coffin with a sword yesterday.

His body has been remodeled, and the inner strength and mental methods are running in the body, but his eyes are a little different.

From the three-meter-deep pit, he jumped up and carried a boy on his back and landed on the ground. Only then did he realize that, my good fellow, there is a chaotic graveyard, and there is not even a tombstone. This entry point was actually a month before Wu Chen became a murderer.

When the original body fell here, he was torn to pieces by the ghost, and when he came, the ghost was killed by accident, so he lived.

"Dad, why do you have to pretend to be a rookie if you have this skill? You can teach me too. When the old man saw me, he either urged me to draw talismans, or I should be on the way to draw talismans, and he didn't tell me to learn from yours. Gongfa. Look at Wei Qi, that old man teaches everything." Wu Xin said with a pouted mouth.

Wu Qun patted the dust on the Taoist robe, looked at the chaotic tomb, and had mixed feelings in his heart. There are countless things that ghost hunters have been killed by ghosts, and the original body is just one of them.

But is this world setting really good? There are ghosts and ghosts everywhere, isn’t it very hard for a living person to live like this, even if they write it like this, then it’s better to survive like this, every small world has its reason for its existence.

Wu Xin's words were ignored by Wu Qun. He carried Wu Xin and flew up an old elm tree, covering Wu Xin's mouth to prevent him from speaking.

In the early morning, the sun had not yet risen, and he had already taken advantage of this time to go out to do farm work, but Wu Qun glanced at it and saw that this place was surrounded by wasteland for ten miles. Are these people real people?

He was a little suspicious, and after absorbing the memory of the original body, he began to be unable to distinguish between real people and ghosts. But looking at the black qi in those two people, he always felt that it was devil qi rather than yin qi.

Wu Xin clapped his hand, Wu Qun let go and glanced at him, Wu Xin whispered: "Wei Qi raised a Zhuangzi ghost, these are just appetizers, I told you before that you didn't believe it, but now you believe it. , and the female ghost you killed yesterday, that is Wei Qi's heart, if he knew, he might have arranged you in front of the old man."

"Let's go, go home." Wu Qun carried the Er away from this side, but he found that he seemed to have lost his way. He firmly refused to admit that he was covered by a ghost and encountered a ghost hitting the wall.

"Dad, let me come." Wu Xin broke free from Wu Qun, slid off his shoulders, pinched the words, and threw a cinnabar mansion out.

Suddenly, Wu Qun was about to carry his son again, but Wu Chen strongly refused, "Dad, I'm fourteen, what are you carrying? Where is that little electric car without you, today? Said to give me a ride."

Wu Qun nodded, this son is okay, but his mouth is a little stinky, and he needs a good education.

Wu Qun sat in the back and Wu Xin rode a bicycle and returned to the somewhat dilapidated Taoist temple. He sighed faintly, and if he had no money to catch ghosts for free, wouldn't he be getting poorer and poorer?

Cinnabar needs money, talisman paper needs money, and props are all bought with money. The only thing that doesn’t want money here is the peach wood in the Taoist temple.

However, he found that the money he had saved could not be used in this world, and the currency in circulation here is not like this. Then he was helpless, and suddenly turned from a rich man to a poor ghost. How can this allow my son to live a good life? No wonder the original body is using an old machine. This is all because of no money to spend.

So he decided that the first thing was to make himself rich first. Once he was rich, he would not worry about props. As for basic things, he had to be able to afford them.

Yuan Shi's wife hated him for doing this business, and Yuan Shi has never taken on such a task since then, but Wu Qun is not Yuan Shi, so why not use this method as the only way to make money? The brain is so funny, don't you know how to make your son live better?

As soon as he entered the door, Lao Dao was practicing boxing under the tree, looked at Wu Qun and his son and asked, "I'm back, I'm going to wash and eat."

"Master, I want to take Wu Xin to live in Bao'an City for a while. Soon, the children will start school. I wonder if I can find a school for him." Wu Qun was a little embarrassed. Although Taoism was broken, his master He is a person with great ability, and the interpersonal relationship is beautiful. Otherwise, how could Wu Xin be jealous of Wei Qi?

"Isn't this not in high school? Why do you want to go back?" Lao Dao said calmly.

"Dad, I don't want to study, I just want to learn how to catch ghosts." Wu Xin looked at Wu Qun angrily, and he was going to be sent to school without consulting him at all. He was not happy.

"Don't you know that the campus is the most haunted place by ghosts?" Wu Qun squinted at Wu Yu, and if he has the ability to go there to practice his hands, avoid the comparison with Wei Qi.

"Huh? Is it? Is it possible that I can show off my skills when I go there?" Even though Wu Xin was fourteen, he was still a simple-minded child.

Wu Qun nodded, and Lao Dao quietly listened to the conversation between his father and son.

"Master, let the third senior brother take over some tasks for me. The child has to go to school, and the cost is not small." Wu Qun said cheekily, and Lao Dao finally stopped the movement in his hand and looked at the father and son and smiled.

"Okay, I'll call the third child. When are you going to Bao'an? Do you want Wu Xin to prepare the talisman before going?" The old man said with a smile, Wu Xin's face was ugly, he said a little I also don't want to draw characters.