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

Chapter 137

What was faster than Qi Qi Ai Ai Tong's voice was the speed at which Wu Rong's knife fell.

The moment the suspicious bandage fell in his direction, Wu Rong felt it was a fraud. The blade was wrapped in thick black yin energy, and he chopped down without hesitation, cutting the bandage into two pieces.

Broken so easily?

Wu Rong became more vigilant, and then he saw the broken bandage squirming like a severed earthworm, forming a heart shape under his vigilant gaze.

'sharp! What a fast knife! '

The child's voice blew the rainbow fart just now, and she didn't mind Wu Rong's act of chopping it off at all. Instead, she boasted: 'The chopping is so even, it's worthy of you! '

What is this stuff?

This style of speech reminded Wu Rong of a carved stone head. Could it be that the Ghost King with the Lantern has something to do with the carved stone head?

Wu Rong narrowed her eyes, and at the same time, the audience who witnessed this purpose in the live broadcast room were momentarily stunned. Although they couldn't hear the voice that only rang in Wu Rong's ears, they could see the heart shape made by the bandages!

From this point of view, it can't be the shape made by accident!

At the same time, in the Ministry of Public Security, Director Zhou and others who were anxious about the disappearance of Ghost Candle were solemn and serious. Even Major General Lu, who had been paying attention to Wu Rong's live broadcast interface, did not hesitate to take out a special communicator and contact the person who had been guarding Ghost Candle before. Grandmaster Lingyun. This kind of communicator is exquisite and complex in workmanship, with talisman seals carved inside, and it can communicate across the distance of the tiankeng.

"Jingle jingle jingle—"

A clear and loud bell rang in the monitoring room, the moment Major General Lu dialed the call!

"Grandmaster Lingyun dropped the communicator?!"

The old master lost his voice, but his words were immediately denied.

"No, the bell doesn't ring from here."

Chen Xueshou said in a cold voice, his suspicious eyes fell on the big screen, and his cloudy and old eyes narrowed: "It's here."

Grandmaster Ling Yun didn't drop the communicator, and the bell didn't ring from a corner of the room.

It was on the screen, Wu Rong's live broadcast sounded from everywhere!

After all, the live broadcast was delayed by a few seconds. When the leaders judged the source of the ringtone, Wu Rong had already heard it one step ahead of them. The sharp and loud ringtone came from behind the thick black mist, and Wu Rong couldn't help but think of the ghost call he encountered when he was just reborn. This assessment was really not easy, even he didn't realize that there were still ghosts hidden in the darkness!

Wu Rong was divided in two ways, and noticed that the moment the bell rang, the piece of bixin linen cloth paralyzed next to Guiwa trembled suddenly, and the broken piece of cloth trembled into water ripples, obviously extremely frightened and horrified. What is the background behind this ringtone? It seems that the new ghost is more powerful than the linen strip.

The bell was getting closer and closer, Wu Rong's eyes were condensed, and the evil spirit flowed. All of a sudden, he threw the Lao Miao knife in the direction where the ringing sound was loudest. Wu Rong's strength was not what it used to be. The force with which he could nail the mutated thick-armored insects to the wall almost made the blade cut through the air, making a sharp and ear-piercing popping sound. And he took this opportunity to turn his left arm into a ghost hand to clamp the sackcloth, and his right hand to hold the ghost candle—Wu Rong was calm and rational, not chaotic in the face of danger, remembering that the final assessment was to meet the ghost candle!

"what-!"

"hiss-"

"Hee hee hee"

The three voices sounded at the same time, and there was the clang of metal clashing in the darkness where Wu Rong threw the seedling knife. Accompanied by the exclamation familiar to Wu Rong, a Taoist priest from head to toe came out of the darkness. He is holding the whisk in his right hand, and the old miao knife is cutting on the whisk pole. I don't know what kind of material it is, but it was so strong that it was not cut off.

Even so, the Taoist priest's face showed a look of lingering fear. After all, judging from the height from which Wu Rong threw the Miao Dao, if the fly whisk hadn't blocked it in time, his neck might have suffered.

What an acquaintance.

"Master Lingyun."

Before the Taoist priest could speak, Wu Rong interrupted him in a distant and polite tone. Now it's still a live assessment, every move between him and Master Ling Yun will be broadcast live, so they shouldn't be too close.

And after confirming Ling Yun's identity, Wu Rong immediately shifted his power. Two thoughts flashed through his mind. One was why he hadn't been teleported when he met Ghost Candle. two is…

There was a weird 'hee hee' sound coming out of his left hand.

The ghost hand seemed to be trapped in the burlap bandage, and it didn't move at all except for that very eerie laughing sound.

"Grandmaster Lingyun, here it is."

Wu Rong, who had been counting down in his heart, didn't have time to think about it so much, so he directly stuffed the things in his left hand to Grandmaster Ling Yun. No matter how weird the sackcloth is, if it falls into the hands of Grandmaster Ling Yun, it won't be able to cause any trouble. Wu Rong still trusted Ling Yun's strength. It's just that he glanced at it during the handover, but he seemed to find that the original yellow and white linen strips were now slightly red.

But before Wu Rong could take another look, Grandmaster Ling Yun suddenly shook his wrist, and at some point the talisman between his fingers turned into a ball of pale fire, which landed on the linen strip without hesitation.

"I don't, I don't—!!"

Amidst the screams and weeping, the sackcloth was completely burned by the talisman fire. The fireball then dissipated, Master Lingyun showed a faint smile on his ferocious face under the light of the fire, and everything quickly seemed like a dream.

"I came in to fix it."

Master Lingyun showed Wu Rong a standard smile that no one could make a mistake, and kindly reminded: "The assessment time is coming soon."

He was right, Wu Rong was also thinking about this issue. The "ah—" and "hee hee" just now came from Master Lingyun and the linen strip respectively, but the hiss came from Wu Rong's right hand.

"Is this the ghost candle incarnation?"

Wu Rong asked suddenly.

"No, it's the ghost entity—"

Master Lingyun answered reflexively, and before he finished speaking, Wu Rong let go of his right hand indifferently, and showed what was in his hand: "The burning is over."

Um? ? ? ?

It was rare for Master Ling Yun to widen his eyes, and saw that the white wax that was still as long as his knuckles was now only a puddle of wax oil. The hiss just now was the final groan of the rapidly burning candle. And the tenaciously flickering weak candle flickered for a few seconds after Wu Rong let go, and then—

'呲'

The candle went out.

As expected of Wu Rong Ghost King!

This was the first reaction in the minds of Grandmaster Ling Yun and Major General Lu who were directly or indirectly watching this scene.

While still alive, he can directly extinguish the candle of the Lantern Ghost King!

"Not good, the entity of the ghost candle has burned out!"

This is the monitoring room, except for Major General Lu, all the bosses couldn't believe it and became anxious and shocked. I don't know who said it first:

"The ghost candle is burned out, and the ghost king with the lamp is about to cross the border!"

Boom!

Less than two seconds after the ghost candle was completely extinguished, a deafening roar came from the sky, like an ominous sign before the tsunami broke out. The thick black spreads rapidly across the entire sky like ink, and amidst the continuous roar of Yin Qi and Ghost Qi clashing, one can vaguely see a group of ghosts coming from a distance like a sea tide.

The ghost tide before the ghost king's arrival appeared ahead of schedule!