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

Bai Gu, whose eyes were condensed with cold blood, was like a chick stared at by an eagle. Under the shadow of death, he seemed to return to his previous life. The cruel picture of his own death passed through his mind like a lantern, and his mind was buzzing with fear. black. It took a while for Bai Gu to come back to his senses.

Wu Rong was not looking at him, but behind him.

Behind Bai Gu is a completely shattered floor-to-ceiling window. Zhou Xinhong's study is on the 30th floor of the Zhou Family Building. From here, he can overlook half of Jieyang. Rows of street lamps in the misty rain and mist are reflected in an orange color. The lights are reflected on the rain and come in through the broken floor-to-ceiling windows. In the light yellow spot, there is a thin, deformed and distorted ghost.

The ghosts attracted by Baimei's scream arrived at Zhou's mansion one after another, and it was the first one. But the direction where the ghost shadow extended was not Bai Mei, but Wu Rong! Cold sweat slipped from his back, and Bai Gu stared at Wu Rong's shadow. He still stood there without moving, but the shadow reached out to the ghost as if it had self-awareness. Like a moth fluttering towards a flame, the ghost shadow jumped into Wu Rong's shadow excitedly and was torn apart and swallowed by the black shadow. At the same time, Wu Rong's Adam's apple twitched.

Gudong.

The ghost was eaten by him!

Wu Rong saw nothing behind the day when he was transforming into a ghost king, and the shadows swallowed up dozens of attracted ghosts one after another. And the fanatical and active attitude of those ghosts, almost pious and dedicated attitude made Bai Gu's hair stand on end. There is a blood contract between him and Wu Rong, and he can clearly feel that the current Wu Rong is Wu Rong, and he is not being revived by the ghost in his body.

But now Wu Rong is obviously alone, how could he devour evil spirits? !

Cold sweat broke out on Bai Gu's forehead, and an unbelievable thought crossed his mind in a trance.

Is the pilgrimage of these ghosts to the Empress Dowager who is about to transform into a ghost king, or to Wu Rong?

After devouring so many ghosts, Wu Rong didn't show any satisfaction. There seem to be countless large and small holes in the broken soul that leak the wind all the time, and the hunger that penetrates the bone marrow permeates. There seems to be an icy cold spreading from the depths of the soul, like a flame condensed under the ice of thousands of years. His power, this is his power. It's just that there is still a layer of membrane, and there are not enough ghosts to swallow.

Not enough to revive him.

Wu Rong no longer looked at the ghosts that kept crawling in from the window, but looked at Baimei's resentful soul. Thick black resentment gushed out from her slender shoulder blades, like dark and gorgeous demon wings. The angel wings on the left are extremely thin, with pale and deformed bones sticking out. There is no beauty in her heart, barren and lonely. The wide and thick demon wings wrapped her, and Bai Mei curled up in the wings like a newborn, like a deep sleep. But an increasingly terrifying power spread from her body.

Hatred drove her to transform into a ghost king.

Wu Rong stared at the huge black wings made of resentment and yin, and licked his lips.

He is even hungrier.

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Boom!

The deafening roar and the flash of explosives drove back the night-like yin energy, and the heavily armed action team quickly sprinkled cinnabar mixed with silver powder on the temporarily cleared road. They have broken through to the fifteenth floor of the Zhou Family Mansion, getting closer and closer to the source of terror and resentment.

Those who were brought by Zhou Bureau were all the most elite special police officers, with loyal thoughts and firm beliefs. Even so, they were almost unable to suppress their instinctive fear, and were almost suffocated by the increasing ghost pressure.

This is a fierce ghost that is about to transform into a king. Zhou Xun, who led a small team alone, turned blue under his protective mask. The cowardly sore wanted to hide in his intestines again, but Zhou Xun couldn't hide. He led the team to quickly clean up the little devils formed by resentment, and then continued to advance upwards without stopping. The Zhou Family Mansion is in the center of Jieyang, the most prosperous commercial street is nearby, and there are residential buildings not far away.

Who would have thought that Zhou Xinhong would be so mad that he would hide a ghost in his study that could transform into a ghost king!

Another team member couldn't bear the strong pressure, and the veins on his face burst out, only one step away from the supernatural recovery. He can't move forward, and can only be temporarily left here after simple treatment. The task of the Zhou Xun team is arduous, and the ghost spirit and resentment must not be allowed to spread out and endanger the people. They move faster and faster. Zhou Xun knocked on his headset, and the action team members followed closely behind him, with firm faces.

Human belief and will can suppress evil spirits, but some people are more terrifying than evil spirits. The elevator could not be used for a long time, and Zhou Xun's team continued to break through the stairs. In the mist rising from the cinnabar and silver powder, Zhou Xun in the protective clothing clenched his teeth and was sweating profusely. The coercion of the high-ranking ghosts was like a mountain, pressing heavily on his always straight back, as if he was carrying a weight of hundreds of catties, making it difficult to move an inch.

Zhou Xunguo resolutely bit the tip of his tongue and swallowed a mouthful of warm blood. The blood soaked the ghost sore in the throat bright red, and the ghostly aura gushed out to bear the pressure. The team members behind him also drove the ghosts they raised, carrying the heavy pressure and continuing to clean up.

Is the coercion of the ghost king really so terrifying?

"It's not just Baimei upstairs."

On the stairs from the 25th floor to the 26th floor of the Zhou Family Building, two figures continued to go up as if they were strolling in a courtyard. The leader is Zhou Ju, who is dressed in black and silver police chief uniform with a stern expression. The vertical slit between the eyebrows has been opened, revealing a scarlet bone rolling eyeball. Blood mist invisible to the naked eye spewed out from the eyeballs, and the yin and resentment that touched the blood mist were all corroded.

"There's at least one ghost-level ghost."

Zhou Ju looked serious and dignified, and the development of the situation far exceeded his imagination. Zhou Xinhong committed a heinous crime worthy of death. Facing this scum of the Zhou family, the jealous Zhou Ju took the initiative to ask for help, wishing to cut Zhou Xinhong into pieces. But the top priority right now is to prevent Baimei from recovering and to save the thousands of people in Jieyang City. The news he got before was that Zhou Xinhong might imprison Baimei's soul, but he didn't know that she had been soaked in hatred and resentment and was about to be promoted to the ghost king!

If the ghost king is born, the whole of Jieyang will instantly become a place of death!

The current Jieyang made Zhou Ju couldn't help but think of Yangjiaping who was about to face the ghost king's crossing, but right now he had no time to think about it. Judging from the two completely different ghost auras, it was obvious that there were not only Baimei upstairs, but also Baimei. A ghost!

Could it be Zhou Jin?

Zhou Jin was about to die, and the death energy in her body was heavier than the yang energy. If Bai Mei was awakened by Zhou Jin, the powerful resentment she carried would definitely dissipate Zhou Jin's body and make him die early. Then what they will face is two big ghosts with the physique of angels and devils!

Even Zhou Ju, who had experienced many battles, was shocked by this possible situation, and couldn't help but glance at the people around him. Zhou Ju's own strength is more inclined to combat destruction. If he wants to keep Jieyang as much as possible in the upcoming battle, he must also look at the means of Inspector Angus from St. Yeorman's Cathedral.

The Holy Spirit, the Holy Son, and the saints are people with higher-level abilities in the church than ordinary paladins and bishops. They are powerful enough to communicate with heaven and earth, and they can perform almost legendary divine descent techniques. Holy Light is the nemesis of all evil and resentment. This Inspector Angus is currently the youngest saint in the European Union, and he is a well-deserved genius. If he made the move, he should be able to keep Jieyang City under the ghost king's resentment.

But Zhou Ju didn't hold out much hope, after all, he was just an outreach friend who came to cooperate to deal with the case after the day. In recent years, Wailian loves to say that people have human rights and ghosts have powers of ghosts. Many capable people are stupid. Zhou Ju advocates iron and blood methods, but regardless of whether there is any grievance or not, if it may endanger the safety of the people, it will be wiped out first.

He just hoped that if there was a real fight, the young inspector would just stay out of the way.

"I'll deal with Baimei in a while, and you deal with the other ghost."

The general arrangement of the Zhou Bureau was vigorous and vigorous, but Inspector Angus remained silent. A moon-like platinum halo floated around him, and the mottled walls covered by the light returned to their original shape, and the blood-stained steps became clean again. The purification effect of the holy light can be called a miracle. Seeing this, Zhou Ju frowned slightly, and did not stop this kind of irrational waste of ability in his opinion.

Downstairs there is also a guard team to clean up the grievances. Inspector Angus has cleaned up a wave, and the workload of the special police officers can also be reduced. The army sent by the top was responsible for cleaning the Seven Treasures Buddhist Hall, arresting Zhou Xinhong and clearing the Milian Puja. The special police had to hold on until the army returned.

Zhou Ju didn't think about it anymore, he speeded up and rushed upstairs with Inspector Angus, wondering how long it would be before Bai Mei completely transformed into the ghost king.

"what?"

When he went up to the twenty-seventh floor, Zhou Ju's pace suddenly stopped, he was uncertain.

Bai Mei's ghostly aura actually decreased!

If the strong ghost aura that was about to transform into a ghost king before was like an active volcano that was about to erupt, and the horrible magma was about to burst out crazily, but now the state of Baimei ghost aura is like pressing the reverse button, returning directly from the active volcano to the dormant volcano state.

She's dumb!

What the **** is going on here, I have never seen a ghost king retreat halfway through the advanced stage!

Zhou Juzheng wondered if Baimei's physique was special and had the effect of pretending to be psychedelic. When he and Inspector Angus climbed to the twenty-ninth floor, Baimei backed away strangely with a ghostly aura!

This time, it wasn't that Zhou Ju's perception was wrong. The ghost aura retreated too hard, and he retreated directly from being about to be promoted to the ghost king to the mid-level ghost. At the same time, the breath of the other ghost became weaker and weaker, until it was barely audible. Could it be that the two ghosts above are fighting each other? But there was no sound of battle coming from overhead, not even the sound of explosions caused by the impact of Yin Qi and Ghost Qi.

Zhou Ju was puzzled, his brows furrowed tighter, and his vigilance grew deeper. But a light-colored figure suddenly accelerated, and he climbed up to the 30th floor first.

"Inspector Angus!"

The young man is too impatient! In the face of Li Gui, it is most taboo to act alone, and his sudden acceleration is equivalent to disrupting the rhythm!

The surrounding situation is sinking like water, so the speed can only be accelerated. The two quickly arrived outside Zhou Xinhong's study one after the other. Before Zhou Ju opened his eyes to investigate the situation, Inspector Angus pushed open the door of the study.

Just reckless!

Why didn't he see that Inspector Angus was so brave before!

Zhou Ju quickly entered a combat state, and two more slits were split on his forehead, and three scarlet ghost eyes, one large, two small, rolled strangely, filled with terrifying blood. But the moment Zhou Ju stepped into the study, it all shut.

The ghost eyes were closed, but Zhou Ju's eyes were not. Inspector Angus was standing right in front, staring in the direction of the French windows. Zhou Ju quickly raised his gun to aim at the target in front of him, but when he really saw it, he was stunned.

The helical wings of the armed helicopter shredded the rain curtain, and amidst the rumbling sound, a dazzling beam of snow-white light shone in from the broken floor-to-ceiling windows.

The night wove his cloak, and the wind blew his hair. The hazy Yin Qi shrouded around him like a black mist, but it was hard to hide that perfect and icy figure. The blond and weak woman was held in his arms, her arms drooping limply, like a dying swan. The man buried his head next to the woman's neck, like a noble and mysterious vampire in the legend. Thick black yin energy and crimson blood mist lingered around the two of them, and there was a sense of horror and **** poignancy that shocked people's hearts.

As if aware of the sound behind him, the man turned his head to look at the door, staring indifferently.

The author has something to say: Bureau Zhou: You are under arrest!

Kacha Kacha, the criminal gang Rong Gang was arrested and brought to justice!

Prison New Year Concert, please enjoy the excerpts of "Sorrow, Sorrow" from "Tears Behind the Bar" brought by Rongbang!

Master Lingyun [choked up]: Worry, worry, worry turns gray. Since I parted from you. I live in the prison building

Bai Gu [Tearful Eyes]: Tears can't stop flowing, can't stop flowing down, I hang a two-foot-eight sign on my neck, the streets and alleys swim me

Huangmao [Regret]: I hold the steamed bread in my hand, there is not a drop of oil in the dish, how painful the life in the prison is, one step at a time

Old man in the coffin [lip-singing]: He is holding the bun in his hand, tears can't stop flowing down, what a shameful crime he committed, how can I raise my head

Rong Shan [expressionlessly]: I dare.