After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business

The situation is very embarrassing now.

The taste of the steamed bun was not at all what Bai Maozai had imagined, it was dry and stinky, and most importantly, it had no meaty taste at all.

It's not meat!

How could a silly dog ​​be so devoted to eating? !

The cat cub doubted Miao's life, so he gnawed again in disbelief, choked his neck and swallowed, tears were about to flow out of his choked eyes.Because of this hesitation, it ate the steamed buns and didn't escape in time, and was firmly pressed down by the big dog that swooped down and fell into the sofa.

"Wang Bang!"

Wu Rong, who originally thought that the white cat was going to hurt the little spider, was nervous, but he relaxed when he saw that it was just eating steamed buns. He looked at the nigger who was bitten to pieces in his hand, and summoned the hanged ghost.

"Ask."

"Woo... Meow..."

The sound of dying and choking milk cat came from the crack of the sofa. It was pushed into the sofa by the big dog, and the whole cat almost died suddenly on the spot.When the filthy ghost dog finally left and was picked up by the nape of its neck with one hand, the milk cat seemed to have seen heaven.Its white hair was disheveled, and it hugged the man's hand tightly, secretly inhaling the fragrant blood smell from his hand, the tip of its tail wrapped itself around Wu Rong's wrist intoxicated, and the beast instinctively used the little cat's coquettish vibrato.

"Mia~"

According to scientific research, when most cats pray for food and act like a baby, the tone and frequency of their vocalizations are similar to those of babies, which will spontaneously arouse the human nature of pampering cubs, thus satisfying the needs of cats.The milk cat was carried and placed on the ground, purring hungry.It rubbed against the man's hand vigorously, scheming to leave its own scent on the back of his hand.

Seeing the big dog being bombarded (commanded) into the distance, and then looking at the villa it dreamed of, after a lot of hard work, and finally sneaked in, the cat's eyes flashed with pride and conceit, and its two front paws were slow Stepping on the milk on the ground, the throat is snoring.

It should be raised, then the next step is to compete for favor.

It can't beat a big dog, so it can't compete for favor!Look at this human, it should be preparing food for it, who can refuse such a cute little milk cat.

nobody!

With a bang, the iron basin full of food was placed in front of it.The milk cat made a soft and sweet 'me' sound, tried its best to suppress her crazy hunger, walked over with catwalks reservedly, and looked down.

Steamed bun!

The shredded steamed bun, half a pot, was white and pale, and there were teeth marks left by it on a few pieces.

This day cannot pass!

The cat cub got angry and wanted to overturn the food bowl when he raised his paw.

"Woof—"

A huge shadow shrouded it, full of low-pitched warning roars, scarlet eyes that were horrifying, and fangs that were pale, like a vicious dog from hell staring at it, with its bloody mouth gaping wide above the cat's head.

The cat's paw, which was about to overturn the food bowl, neatly placed it on the broken pieces of steamed buns, and ate a piece with tears in his eyes.

"Lucky ghost, come to give money?"

The Hanged Ghost Inquiry floated back and reported everything to Wu Rong.Not to be outdone, Guiwa went to patrol outside and brought back a bank card full of cat teeth marks.

This bank card is black and silver, looks low-key and luxurious, with the words 'Tiandi Bank' printed on the upper left corner, other than that, there is no card number, no membership number, and no mark.

Wu Rong has heard of this kind of card, spiritual recovery, and the society where ghost raisers and people with various abilities gather is naturally not as harmonious as a peaceful world, and many black industries have been born in the shadows.Including the ghost hunters who can be registered by free people, they are different from the "cops" in nature. They are more like mercenaries who can take on any task as long as they have money.

Unlike celestial masters and Taoists, who are well-known orthodox with a firm stand, there are specialized schools to impart knowledge, and the master teaches peers to learn from each other.The ghost raiser is the early stage of supernatural recovery. Ordinary people are forced to die and eat ghosts. By chance, they gain the power of ghosts.From its birth, it has been accompanied by blood and death, growing savagely, and experienced a period of extremely deformed and twisted development.

People eat ghosts, ghosts eat people, people eat people, ghosts eat ghosts.

Laws and rules lose their binding force in the chaos, and many people are willing to become evil spirits in order to gain power.But the ridiculous thing is that those who are tempted by power will die the fastest from backlash, and the vast majority of those who can survive the assimilation of evil spirits are strong-willed and unwavering in their beliefs.But no matter how honest and sincere a person is, after using ghost power for a long time and being assimilated, they will gradually degenerate into evil.The ghost breeder who dies from the backlash of the evil ghost will become a new and more powerful ghost.

Although the society has developed to the present, the rules and regulations related to ghost raising are becoming more and more perfect, and becoming a ghost raising person is not as cruel and bloody as in the past, but many dross left over from the past have not been completely eliminated.There used to be an extremely powerful ghost breeder with pale ghost eyes. Anyone who was seen by the pale ghost eyes, even if they only knew their names and birth dates, would be cursed to death by him even if they were thousands of miles away.

The crimes he committed are too numerous to write down. He killed countless people with crazy curses, and he fled overseas and never came back.Since then, ghost raisers and other ability users go out to perform tasks, usually wearing cloaks and masks. In order not to expose their information, this kind of black card and underground network came into being.

The money transferred through it will not be recorded, and it is completely confidential. Even if the black card is lost, the person who finds it cannot find the identity of the original owner through the card.It is said that there are high-level people behind Tiandi Bank, which is why it has been maintained until now and has become the most commonly used transaction method for ghost raisers, underground workers, and ghost hunters.

The two brothers Liu Bao and Liu Hu had just been released from detention, and they must still be watched by the special police. It is reasonable to transfer the money to Wu Rong in this way without being monitored.It's just that this card has been bitten by a cat by accident.

The teeth are fine.

Wu Rong glanced at it, and saw that the cat cub was burying its head in eating, and all the crumbs of steamed buns flew out.The vicious dog squatted next to it very generously and gently, and did not compete with the kitten, staring at it until it finished eating.Contrary to Wu Rong's expectations, the two get along quite well.

The kitten was hiccupping because of choking, and looked in despair when he saw that there was still a small half of steamed buns in the iron basin.It's true, it really can't eat anymore, the cat wants to cry, it came here to live a good life, not to suffer.

"Are you still hungry?"

That cruel, abominable human being who was obviously rich but only fed him steamed buns came over, looked down at the food bowl, and patted the vicious dog on the head.

"I'll give you the rest later."

What's left, who's left?

The kitten pricked up its ears vigilantly, and protected the iron basin with its paws with a strong sense of crisis, and immediately continued to eat bitterly. It chewed the steamed buns viciously, and even swallowed the hard stuffing.

Who says it can't finish eating, this is its food, no one can snatch it!

What's wrong with cats!

……

Facts have proved that cats that are purely carnivorous animals are really not good enough to eat steamed buns.

Damn it, why does it hurt so much, is it cursed by someone, is it going to die soon!

The kitten rolled around, and finally collapsed on the sofa in despair, dying, staring blankly at the moulted shell, wandering around on the table, the black rock tarantula flaunting its might, its eyeballs swaying left and right.

It's...so...hateful.

Who the hell, which bold guy, dared to curse it.Damn, really hateful.

The cat cub was in a trance in pain, so painful that he felt that his soul was about to float out of his mouth.When it feels that someone is pressing its hard stomach, it is weak and meows faintly.

"Are you sick?"

Wu Rong frowned, he didn't have a lot of money, he had never raised a cat.Seeing how eagerly this kitty eats the steamed buns, I thought he liked it, but who would have thought that it would become like this.

Finding a blanket to wrap up the shivering kitten, Wu Rong looked at the time.It was two o'clock in the morning, and there was still an hour and a half before it was time for the freemen's assembly.

As if knowing that he was going to leave, the big dog reluctantly barked twice, and walked away from the window at every step, turning his head three times.It is still Liu Hu's dog after all, and it has to stay by his side to keep its soul and body alive.Wu Rong leaned over and spread out her hands. The molted tarantula was about half the size of a palm. It was black and shiny. It happily climbed onto Wu Rong's palm, showing off its power. The black bristles looked mighty and handsome, but it only had eight pea eyes. , bright and bright.

Wu Rong pinched its round abdomen, where the silk sac and poison sac of the black rock tarantula are located, one drop of poison can kill a hundred liu hu.

It is very easy to get the big dog out of Liu Hu's hands, just kill him.Wu Rong was seriously thinking about killing Huang Mao. No matter who is going to kill Huang Mao this time, if the video is handed over, Wu Rong has no intention of continuing to make excuses with the Liu family brothers.If he hadn't experienced what happened in his previous life, he might still have thought that Liu Bao would be a loyal and reliable elder brother.

What happened in the previous life is over, the so-called kindness Liu Bao gave him, Wu Rong returned it all after earning money, and it was because Liu Bao almost spent a few years in prison.Wu Rong is indeed a person who doesn't like to owe others things.In this life, Liu Bao still thinks that he is kind to Wu Rong, and wants to wait for him.But Wu Rong was clear in his heart.

He paid back the favor in his previous life, why should he pay it back again in this life.

Wu Rong took out a large earthenware pot with patterned hay that had been prepared long ago, and the little spider happily lived in it.He also took out the snake-shaped locust wood carving that was parasitized by the green spirit Gu, the little green snake knew it, opened its mouth and swallowed four evil seedling ghosts, and coiled it on the snake-shaped wood carving.Leave the hanging housekeeper ghost doll and two evil seedling ghosts to watch the house.

The coat and belt that Wu Rong wears are the ones Miao people used to wear, and the hidden pockets are hidden in the folds of the cloth.

If it is in the mountains, he can also carry a pannier to put the little spider's jar.But the basket was too conspicuous in the city, so Wu Rong picked up a black handbag—this was Zhou Xun who picked him up in his car that day.

The emerald ganoderma was too big, so Wu Rong cut it into pieces and took half, and buried the rest in the blood ginseng pot.He also put away the shell that the little spider shed.The black rock tarantula is highly poisonous, and although the shed shell is less effective, it is also very poisonous.Wu Rong is carrying a Gu seed, which is invulnerable to all poisons, and with a little spider by his side, this shell is of no use to him.Take it out together, maybe you can sell it for a good price in the market.

The seedling knife is carried on the back, the snake-shaped wooden carving is hung on the waist, and the spider can is packed in the bag.Wu Rong held the dying kitten in one hand and the bag in the other, and went to the pet hospital first.

After the factory was seized, there were no more missing persons in Century Park, but the city suddenly started to crack down on cat and dog abuse, which turned the largest and most professional 24-hour pet hospital in Yangjiaping into a 24-hour duty.Wu Rong temporarily fostered the kitten here to treat indigestion. He heard that he was going to have an operation, so he paid the operation fee and some miscellaneous expenses. The [-] reward he just received a few days ago was less than half.

The rest plus Jade Ganoderma lucidum should be enough.

Wu Rong walked towards the suburbs.

"You are Rongshan."

A tall and thin man covered in a pitch-black cloak, with the hood covering most of his face, was waiting at the intersection with a lantern. His voice was dry and hoarse, like a night owl, and the waiter in his hand looked like a wind lantern from centuries ago, with a glass cover. There was a pale flame, and through the flames, one could vaguely see the hateful face of the soul.

"I'm Xu Changwen."

He took off his hood, revealing a pale face like a horse's face, and took off a loudspeaker-like thing from his neckline, and when he spoke again, it was a young man's lively voice.

"Some small things, but to protect yourself in the ghost market, it is necessary to hide your identity. Brother Zhou told me that you are going there for the first time, and you don't understand many rules and taboos. Just follow me when the time comes."

"I've prepared a copy of these things for you too!"

Although Xu Changwen was young, he was very thoughtful. Wu Rong put on a pure black cloak and a hood.Only the beautiful and firm nose bridge and beautiful lips are exposed.Ordinary people would definitely see blackness in front of them if they dressed like this, and they would not be able to see anything, but ghost raisers are like eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.Some have eyes in the palm of their hands, some let ghosts see for them, and some open their own ghost eyes.

Before departure, Wu Rong knew about it. Immediately, Yin energy gathered in the left eye, Wu Rong opened the ghost eye, and the world suddenly became different.More pure, black and white, Xu Changwen's outline in front of him is gray and slightly black, which shows that his soul is feminine, and there is a dark shadow on his lower abdomen, which seems to feel Wu Rong's gaze, and he dare not move as a group.

This is his ghost.

"Strange, why do I feel chilly?"

Xu Changwen rubbed his arms, muttered in doubt, and turned to Wu Rong and said, "The cloak I picked out for you is specially prepared for free men. The craftsmanship in front of your eyes is similar to sunglasses. You can see the outside, look outside. Not to your face.

Wu Rong: ...

Wu Rong closed her ghost eyes and looked at it normally, and the world in front of her was much clearer.Xu Changwen's words were very tactful and polite, taking into account Wu Rong's self-esteem, the cloak was said to be for free people, but in fact it was almost for ghosts who were too weak to open ghost eyes or melt ghosts into their bodies.To put it bluntly, they are called free people, but to put it bluntly, everyone outside ridicules them as disabled and blind.

He is neither an ordinary person, nor can he be a ghost raiser. For some reason, he can only raise disabled ghosts, or other free people who are not fierce spirits. In the early days, they were very discriminated against. Until 35 years ago, a disabled ghost The legendary powerhouse who has cultivated a ghost has completed multiple S-level tasks in a row, and he has been on the world hunting list, ranking among the top ten. He has established the Free People's Association, and the situation of the majority of free people is better.

"The Freeman's Association is very xenophobic, and it also protects its shortcomings. Although the benefits are less, you can use the badge to call for help if you have an accident, and the nearby freemen will come to support you."

"Of course, you have to pay after you are saved."

Xu Changwen babbled, quite in the style of Zhou Xun.It's just that he used the voice changer again, and the voice was like an old demon telling ghost stories to scare children.

"You are only registered as a free man now, and you haven't reported to the Free Man's Association yet."

"Ah."

"That's good too. Maybe we can find a way to improve ghost aura in the ghost city, and then we can register to raise ghosts after practicing."

Xu Changwen comforted him. When he saw the same pale and erratic light as the lantern in his hand appeared in the distance, he closed his mouth, put on his hood, and whispered: "When you enter the ghost market, you call me a tit, like I call you Rongshan."

"Remember, look more, listen more, and ask less. If you want to buy something, buy it. There are many real things in the ghost market, and there are also fake things. It all depends on your eyesight."

Xu Changwen will not stay with Wu Rong all the time, after all, Wu Rong is not a child, and he can be regarded as raising a ghost.Everyone has their own secrets that they don't want others to discover.Especially free people, they all have defects, and the items they buy usually complement the defects.If someone he knew saw it, he might guess the weakness of his ghost.

Xu Changwen has a delicate mind, and he knows that proper company and explanations are good intentions, but excessive care and company may cause good intentions to do bad things.So shortly after entering the ghost market, he separated from Wu Rong.

The ghost city is located in the suburbs, covered by a barrier of yin energy, which ensures that only those with abilities such as ghost breeders can enter. If ordinary people enter by mistake, they will only think that it is a ghost hitting the wall, and they cannot find the real entrance.There were quite a few people in the ghost city, all of them were wearing dark cloaks and carrying all kinds of lamps, all of which were of the same style as the white Wraith Flame, which was lit by the person in charge at the entrance of the ghost city.

People like Xu Changwen who have been to the ghost market, as long as they don't deliberately extinguish the flame lamp, it will always be on, and it will still work next time.For Wu Rong, who came here for the first time, he had to buy a lamp to light the fire of resentment.

Under the light of the fire of resentment, the aura of the holder is concealed, making it easier for people to hide their identities.Holding the pale soul lamp, Wu Rong blended into the crowd silently like a bat in the night.It doesn't look like a big ghost market from the outside, but it's really not small when you walk around.Although it is open from midnight to cock crowing, the time from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am is the busiest time for the ghost market with the most stalls.

Wu Rong has a clear goal. What she wants to buy is items related to the protection of disabled ghosts. The more detailed the better.After turning around twice, he stopped in front of a dilapidated small stall.

It is said to be dilapidated because almost all the ghost market stalls are caged under a light-proof tent to ensure the secrecy of the transaction.But this stall only had a dilapidated folding table and a piece of broken cardboard, with the words 'news and sales' written crookedly on it.

A cloak was patched, and the fringe was sticking out. The thin figure stayed behind the folding table, looking shabby no matter what.However, many people lined up in front of the stall, guarding in an orderly manner.This stall owner is also strange, every time a person is lined up, his hand on the table quickly calculates, and then——

"We have no fate, next one."

The temper of the descendants of raising ghosts will be assimilated by ghosts. Some people will be more irritable, and some people will be more indifferent and gloomy. His distasteful tone like chasing flies will naturally anger many people, but most of them still Before it was too late to make trouble, he was impatiently pushed away by the people in line behind.

Fighting and brawling is prohibited in the ghost market, and those who violate the rules will be blacklisted by the Freemen's Association.It's only a matter of a moment to get angry, and after calming down, the "missing person" is still angry, but he has no choice but to leave.

Even though eight out of ten people are dismissed by 'No Fate', the odd stall owner's business is still booming.But it wasn't his news that Wu Rong was interested in, but the 'Notes on Raising Ghosts for the Disabled' piled up on the folding table, about two fingers thick.

Before coming here, Wu Rong had exchanged the rewards in the card for a lot of cash. He found a ghost market 'tour guide' who was idly squatting in the corner with a red string tied to his arm. When he got down with two red tickets, the guide smiled happily. Tell Wu Rong the story of the stall owner in detail.

"You have to ask the owner of the stall No. 192, he is a celebrity in the ghost market. He will go wherever the ghost market is open. He is always in the ghost market of Yueyue. He will always be at No. 192 and come here often. Those who visit the ghost market are familiar with it.”

"Why are there so many people queuing up? Because this kid knows how to calculate, tsk tsk, I heard that he used to be a Taoist boy in Longhu Mountain, learned one trick and two styles, and was driven down the mountain later—who knows if it's true or not, But this stall owner does have two hands. Even if it is a fake celestial master, everyone is willing to take a look, after all, it is a celestial master!"

The tone of the 'tour guide' was full of envy, and a little bit of envy and jealousy: "It's not ordinary people who can become masters, they are all famous geniuses. You go out and ask, even if you are a freshman in the Tianshi Academy, do the math That's the same number."

The 'tour guide' raised four fingers and waved them in front of Wu Rong.

"The stall owner at No. 192, no matter how much or how little, only charges 88 yuan. I heard that he wants to accumulate blessings for his family and do charity. Whether he is doing charity or doesn't know the price, the price is out of the question. I can’t do it, not to mention that he seems to be very good at calculating, at least none of the calculations he has done is bad, so the word of mouth is slowly getting better. Such a cheap price, so what if he is a little weird. No fate today, Maybe there will be a fate next month!"

Seeing Wu Rong's silence and indifference, he didn't seem to believe it very much. The 'tour guide' rolled his eyes and leaned towards him and said in a low voice, "Don't believe me, this stall owner may have some background."

"Mr. Fu, who was recently honored by the police as a guest of honor, do you know?"

"It's that famous Mr. Fu! It's spread all over the tabloids, and everyone in the ghost world knows about it. I heard that his hexagrams can pass through the world, and his sword can cut ghosts and gods. It is said that the Fu family in Longhushan was lost. His direct descendant, the only descendant of Grandmaster Fu in the world. No one has ever seen Mr. Fu’s true face. To be able to achieve such accomplishments, he must be a learned old man who does not love the worldly world and is detached from the world!"

"This Mr. Fu has a resounding mantra."

As if talking about celebrity gossip, the 'tour guide' sparkled with excitement in his small eyes, mysteriously imitating his tone, and said in a cadence: "'You are not destined for me'".

"I heard that Mr. Fu is hard to find. Even if the high-ranking celestial masters can only get him, they are so excited that they cry. Have you heard of Tiankeng 444? The most famous trial site in our Yunnan-Guizhou District. The number of people entering is undoubtedly young talents, and the review is extremely harsh! Only Mr. Fu said that he wanted to bring a friend in, and the big figures above immediately gave the green light! Only Mr. Fu can do this, and the tabloids spread all over!"

The 'tour guide' shook his head when he spoke, quite fascinated: "I don't know who can be called a friend by Mr. Fu... Hey, I digressed."

"So since Mr. Fu came out, the business of the stall owner at No. 192 has become more and more prosperous. The phrase "You are not destined for me" is just like Mr. Fu. He can pinch and count. He came down from Longhu Mountain. The Lord is not very old, and now there are all kinds of news in the tabloids, maybe he is the son of Mr. Fu who had a romantic night there!"