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

Boom!

The sky was full of smoke suddenly rising, the earth trembled and the Yin Qi circled and rose, and it seemed that an atomic bomb had been dropped on the Necromancer Gobi Desert. After a while, the smoke and dust faded, and a deep pit appeared on the dark cracked ground that was originally covered with bones. The coffin old man's head and feet got stuck in the bone balls, and then he was dragged out by the bandages.

boom! boom! boom!

The roaring sound frightened the native ghosts with a radius of hundreds of miles, and they fled away in a hurry. Master Lingyun finally let out his breath after several times, panting tiredly and throwing away the bandage in his hand. The bandages on the coffin old man's body were almost taken off, revealing a pale, thin and withered body nailed with silver nails. At this moment, he was lying sideways in the pile of bones, moaning in exaggerated pain, and his whole body was twisted and deformed, as if he was seriously injured.

In fact, his blue eyes sneaked through the gaps in the bandages to observe Master Ling Yun's expression. Seeing him frowning, the bandage villain immediately screamed even harder.

But Master Lingyun knew his tricks long ago, stepped on his body ruthlessly and took out the cell phone that was so tightly protected by the old man in the coffin. Needless for him to say more, the old man in the coffin immediately explained everything.

"I'm worried about the king's safety!"

The face of the old man in the coffin was buried in the bone, and he still had plausible words: "Chun Yangzi lurks beside the king, there must be a conspiracy!"

"Who made this for you?"

Master Lingyun flicked his cell phone, and it was able to monitor all the dynamic changes of Chunyangzi's information on the Internet. The coffin old man is an antique, not a ghost of this era, even the mobile phone is just a novelty, there must be someone behind this high-tech program to help.

"Oh, my dear Ling Yun, please don't underestimate your old buddy. I am also a ghost who keeps pace with the times."

The coffin old man beeped softly, and after being glanced by Ling Yun expressionlessly, he immediately became honest: "I asked Little Morning Star to do it."

"Of course, I will definitely not take the initiative to find him. He was the one who asked me about Bai Mei first, so I-"

"You told him about Wang's stay in Jieyang."

Master Lingyun said coldly. Under his condemning eyes, the old man in the coffin gradually slumped like a leaking balloon, and obediently admitted his mistake: "I was wrong."

"I told you earlier that there might be an inner ghost beside the king in the previous life. Except you and me, the ghost dog king is also suspected, so you just ignore it."

Master Ling Yun snorted coldly with a headache. After his rebirth, he felt that his death in his previous life was abnormal. How could it be so coincidental that there was a big heavenly ghost blocking Wang's way of traveling, and he happened to run into it? In his previous life, he didn't have time to think about it when he died, but now it seems that they were the only ones who knew the king's whereabouts that day, and those who knew that the king's power was in decline were the only ones who signed the soul contract.

Who disclosed Wang's whereabouts and was also connected with Datiankeng?

These days, seeing that the seven tiankengs are gradually recovering like in the previous life, Master Lingyun began to pay attention to this matter again. Among them, Angus, the Saint of the Morning Star, was one of the targets of his suspicion. The old man in the coffin lacked a root string in his brain, he never turned a corner, he was careless, and he was often taken advantage of without knowing it.

Master Lingyun did not miss this rare educational opportunity, and he uprightly trained the old man as his grandson, but at the end of the training, he became more and more guilty.

Speaking of the inner ghost, isn't he the biggest inner ghost around Wu Rong? When it comes to the business of inner ghosts, Master Lingyun really doesn't believe that anyone can be more successful than himself. Master Lingyun couldn't continue the training, coughed twice with guilt mixed with majesty, and glanced at the old man in the coffin. Fortunately, the coffin old man was trained to be a grandson, so he took off his head and hid behind his back, not daring to look at him, completely unaware of the change in Master Ling Yun's tone.

"Okay, in this life, Chunyangzi and Wang... have a pretty good relationship, so don't meddle in it."

Master Lingyun finished his sentence, moved his feet away from the old man in the coffin, frowned and looked at the mobile phone he got from nowhere, and said casually, "What did you just say, what about Chunyangzi..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Ling Yun stared at the phone, his eyes seemed glued to his heels, he didn't even move his eyes, and his fingers were trembling.

"Chun Yangzi is married to someone."

The coffin old man was not confident at first and muttered in a low voice, but then he sneered: "I want to see which brat did it so beautifully, if he can break Chunyangzi's boyish body, who else in the world can stand up to me?" Wang Zhengfeng!"

Speaking of Xingchu, his head rolled out from behind, with doubts in his excitement: "I would like to meet that one, and see who has the ability to make Chun Yangzi fascinated—"

"shut up!"

Master Lingyun sternly said, his expression was in a trance, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, he couldn't believe that he looked at the information stolen from the Civil Affairs Bureau for the umpteenth time. The 'Wedding Photos' busted out.

Impossible, how is this possible?

The moment Master Lingyun saw it, he almost thought that he did not die in his previous life, but fell into some terrible nightmare. Everything since his rebirth was a hideous and absurd dream woven by some ghost.

Otherwise, how could he see that Wu Rong and Fu Qing had registered? !

"Hey!"

The old man in the coffin screamed, and asked angrily with grievances: "Old man, why are you cutting my bandages!"

"Does it hurt?"

Master Ling Yun asked in a daze.

"Of course it hurts! To be honest, what did you see that surprised you so much? Let me guess, who did Chun Yangzi marry?"

The old man in the coffin rolled his eyes and said with great interest: "Looking at you like this, is it possible that you are someone you know? It can't be from our ghost country, or is it that the ghosts under Hongxiu finally got their way? Those guys in beauties ..."

"Not marriage."

Master Lingyun reacted greatly, as if he wanted to convince himself, he repeatedly emphasized with a very serious expression: "It's not marriage, it's just worshiping heaven and earth."

As he said that, he babbled on about the celestial master's set about worshiping heaven and earth is not the same as entering the bridal chamber, and only registering is not getting a certificate to the old man in the coffin. The old man in the coffin became more and more bored, and finally complained: "Oh my old man, I have never been able to understand these mysterious and wonderful little rules of your East. But if you want me to say, since Chun Yangzi has registered, it means that he is with this person, right?"

Well, it seems so.

Master Lingyun's three views were shaken, and those thoughts he used to comfort him were shattered like glass. He was distracted for a moment and didn't notice, the coffin old man snatched the phone back at the right time, triumphantly curious and contemptuous: "Let me see which little succubus took Chun Yangzi's heart away...Fuck!"

The old man in the coffin almost crushed the phone, a series of slang words burst out of his mouth, and then the little man in the bandage panicked and threw himself in front of Master Ling Yun like the destruction of the world, his big blue eyes were full of doubts and panic about the world , looks like a poor little abandoned by faith.

"It's not true, right, Ling Yun, tell me this must be a damned prank by Chen Xing, right!"

I also hope it's a prank.

Master Ling Yun looked at the old man in the coffin silently as if his body had been hollowed out, without saying anything. Seeing that the old man in the coffin was trembling all over, the bandages were flying, and the aura around his body became more and more fierce and dignified, as if he was about to explode. Master Lingyun Cangsang sighed, and wanted to say something to calm him down first. But at the next moment, the coffin old man straightened his waist, and the scream shook Master Ling Yun's mind.

"The king married Chunyangzi?!"

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"Brother Rong married Daoist Fu?!"

Looking at the 'wedding photo' that he personally took, Huang Mao lost his mind, as if the world had collapsed: "Aren't they brothers and friends..."

"is a friend."

Wu Rong came down to get some ice, just when she heard Huang Mao's words, she couldn't help but stop, and said seriously, "Don't think too much about it."

But…

Huang Mao watched helplessly as Wu Rong, who was walking in a slightly wrong posture and clutching his lower abdomen from time to time, watched until his back disappeared up the stairs, before he whimpered like a big dog that was drenched in the rain.

"Xiaomi, will you register with your friend?"

"Ugh."

Su Xiaomi let out a long sigh, and said meaningfully, "Even if some people get married, they only talk about their friends."

His words caused a great shock to Huangmao, and he couldn't help but start to doubt life. After a long time, he hesitated, nervously, and said in a very low voice:

"Is it, a little bit, what?"

Is it a bit scumbag?

Huang Mao remembered Wu Rong's unhesitating tone just now, and Wu Rong's absent-minded expression when Fu Qing pulled him to give him serious instructions before leaving. For some reason, a trace of sympathy suddenly rose in Daoist Fu's heart.

"I suggest you read this book."

Su Xiaomi turned over the phone and showed Huang Mao the title of the book. This is an old book. It was written almost before the supernatural recovery. It is the autobiography of a man. The spiritual recovery of the world has caused a devastating blow to the past culture, and there are not many books left. Although this is just a book with a general style and a common storyline, it is also regarded as one of the reference books for studying social phenomena before recovery.

"I'm Just One of Her Lovers (formerly titled One Tenth of Love / I'm Just a Fish in Her Fish Pond? What book is this?"

"This is the autobiography written by a suitor of the Wu family."

Facing Huang Mao who was stunned, Su Xiaomi looked more calm: "That's how it is in Miao Jiang, it's normal."

In the living room, Su Xiaomi was brainwashing Huang Mao. In the upstairs bedroom, Wu Rong stood at the door of his room with a bag of ice cubes, hesitating for a while, before finally taking a deep breath and pushing the door open. It was extremely warm in the room, even the air conditioner didn't work very well. The light and joyful yang energy that rushed to his face surrounded him, causing the fire in Wu Rong's stomach to jump restlessly, that strange and active feeling was like a living thing.

Unaccustomed, Wu Rong is extremely unaccustomed to this hot feeling coming from the depths of his body. He wrapped the ice-water mixture tightly on his stomach, but the ice melted quickly, and the water was not too cold before long. Wu Rong has nothing to do with it for the time being, the positive yang fire that Fu Qing planted in his dantian is vigorous and active, just like a newborn animal, it nestles comfortably in the pure yin qi, and the heat released almost makes the yin qi turn For yang.

Wu Rong was like a fish caught on the shore and roasted by the sun, leaning against the bed and closing her eyes to adapt. He has to wait for this group of positive yang fire to take root completely before directing it to encircle the Gu seeds upwards, but this is much more difficult than he imagined. Zhengyang Tinder is too hot, and this kind of heat cannot be appeased by external cooling such as air conditioners or ice cubes. Because Wu Rong formed a yin-yang contract with Fu Qing, his own yin energy could not make him feel cool.

He is a very patient person, but his belly is scalding hot from the fire of Zhengyang, and being in such an embarrassing place can easily cause undue reactions. After taking a cold shower all morning, feeling that the little spiders and Gu seeds were roasted too much, Wu Rong finally hesitated, turned his left arm into a ghost hand, and put it on his lower abdomen.

The coldness poured in, and the fire was surrounded like a stream of water. The tinder that had been active for a long time suddenly dared not move like a chicken seeing an eagle.

The author has something to say: The old man in the coffin [Ecstasy]: Chunyangzi enters the ghost country, and my ghost country will be promoted to a family in the ghost domain!

Gu Zhong introduced to Zhengyanghuo: Now we live in the mother's body with the eldest father, and the second father gave birth to you, understand.

Zhengyanghuo:? ?