After Rebirth, I returned to Miaojiang to inherit my family business - Chapter 28

The situation was very embarrassing right now.

The taste of the steamed bun was not at all what the white kitten 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 this?!

The cat cub doubted it’s cat’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, being firmly pressed down by the big dog that swooped down and he fell into the sofa.

“Woof!” 

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.

“Ask.”

“Wuu… Meow…”

The sound of the milk cat’s dying and choking 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 the kitten 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.

“Meow ~”

According to scientific research, most cats ask for food and act like a baby, and the tone and frequency of vocalization 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 hungrily. It rubbed against the man’s hand vigorously, scheming to leave its own scent on the back of his hand.

Seeing the big dog who has been blasted (commanded) to the distance, he looked vaguely at the villa he had been dreaming of. He finally snuck into the villa with all his efforts. The eyes of the kitten was shining with arrogance and conceit. His two front paws slowly stepped on the ground and his throat was purring

It should be kept, 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 ‘mew’ sound, tried its best to suppress his crazy hunger, walked over with its elegant catwalk, and looked down.

Steamed bun! 

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

I can’t live this day!

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

“Wuuu-” 

A huge shadow shrouded it, full of low-pitched warning roars, its scarlet eyes were horrifying, its fangs were pale, like a vicious dog from hell staring at it, its bloody mouth was 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 its eyes.

“The lucky ghost, came to deliver money?”

The hanged ghost asked and floated back, reporting everything to Wu Rong. Not to be outdone, the ghost doll went to patrol outside and brought back a bank card full of cat’s teeth marks. 

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

Wu Rong has heard of this kind of card. After the ghost revival, the society where ghost keepers and people of all abilities gathered was naturally not as harmonious as the peaceful world. Many black industries were born in the shadow. They included ghost hunters who can be registered by freelancers. They had a different nature from the ‘police’. They were more like mercenaries who could take on all tasks as long as they had money.

Unlike celestial masters and Taoists, who are well-known orthodox with a firm stand, where there are specialized schools to impart knowledge, and the master teaches peers to learn from each other. The ghost raisers began in the early stage of supernatural recovery. Ordinary people were forced to die and could only 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. 

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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 he 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 were too numerous to write down. He killed countless people with crazy curses, to the point 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 under watch of the special police. It was reasonable to transfer the money to Wu Rong in this way without being monitored. It’s just that this card had been bitten by a cat by accident.

Its teeth were 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 got 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. 

“Still hungry?”

That cruel, abominable human being from a wealthy family who only fed him steamed buns came over, looked down at the food bowl, and patted the vicious dog’s head.

“I’ll give you the rest later.”

The rest, 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 it is really not good for a purely carnivorous cat to eat only steamed buns. Before dawn, the kitten could not bulge to the point that it felt painful and suspicious of its life decisions.

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 molted 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 kitten was in a trance in pain, so painful that he felt that his soul was about to float out of his mouth. When it felt that someone was pressing its hard stomach, it felt weak and meowed 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 ate the steamed buns, he thought it 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 freelancers’ 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 was still Liu Hu’s dog after all, and it had to stay by his side to keep its soul and body alive. Wu Rong leaned over and spread out his 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 smart.

Wu Rong pinched its round abdomen, where the silk sac and poison sac of the black rock tarantula was located. One drop of poison could kill a hundred Liu Hus.

It was very easy to get the big dog out of Liu Hu’s hands, just kill him. Wu Rong was seriously thinking about killing him. 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’s 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 was 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 was indeed a person who didn’t like to owe others anything. In this life, Liu Bao still thought that he is kind to Wu Rong, and wants to wait for him. But Wu Rong himself was clear about it.

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 Miao ghosts, coiling it on the snake-shaped wood carving. He left the hanging ghost, ghost doll and two evil Miao ghosts to watch the house.

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

If it was in the mountains, he could 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— it was the bag originally containing medals and certificates of honor that Zhou Xun gave him.

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

The miaodao was carried on the back, the snake-shaped wooden carving was hung on his waist, and the spider can was 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 missing persons in Century Park at last, but the city suddenly began to crack down on cat and dog abuse, making this Yangjiaping’s largest and most professional pet hospital, which operated 24 hours a day, completely become a 24-hour duty business. 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 50,000 reward he just received a few days ago was now less than half. 

The rest plus Jade Ganoderma lucidum should be enough.

Wu Rong walked to the suburbs.

“You must be 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. In front of the wind lamp of death, there was a pale flame in the glass cover, and the face of the soul full of hatred could be vaguely seen through the flame. 

“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 collar, and when he spoke again, it was a young man’s lively voice.

“It’s only 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, and Wu Rong put on a pure black cloak and a hood. Only the beautiful and firm nose bridge and beautiful lips were 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 were like eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers. Some had eyes in the palm of their hands, some let ghosts see for them, and some opened their own ghost eyes.

Before their 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. It was more pure, black and white. Xu Changwen’s outline in front of him is gray and slightly black, which shows that his soul was yin, and there was a dark shadow on his lower abdomen, which seemed to feel Wu Rong’s gaze, and dare not move.

This was 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 for you is specially prepared for freelancers. The process in front of your eyes is similar to sunglasses. You can see outside, but they can’t see your face outside.

Wu Rong: …

Wu Rong closed his ghost eyes and looked at it normally. As expected, the world in front of him was much clearer. Xu Changwen’s words were very tactful and polite, in consideration of Wu Rong’s self-esteem, this cloak was said to be prepared for freelancers, but in fact it is almost prepared for ghosts who are too weak to open ghost eyes or melt ghosts into their bodies. To put it nicely, it is called a free man, but to put it bluntly, they were ridiculed outside as disabled and blind.

They are neither ordinary people, nor can they be ghost raisers. For some reason, they can only raise disabled ghosts, or other freelancers who are not fierce spirits. They were discriminated against in the early days. Until thirty-five years ago, a legendary strongman who turned disabled ghosts into fierce ghosts completed multiple S-level tasks in a row, and he was listed on the world hunting list, ranking among the top ten. He established the Freelancers’ Association, and the situation of the free people was better. 

“The Freelancers’ Association is very exclusive, and it also protects its shortcomings. Although the benefits are less, if you have an accident, you can use the badge to call for help, and a nearby freelancer will come to support you. ”

“Of course, you have to pay after you are saved.”

Xu Changwen was nagging, 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 just registered as a freelancer, and you haven’t reported to the Freelancers’ Association yet.” 

“Yeah.”

“That’s fine, maybe you can find a way to improve your ghost energy in the ghost city, and you can still register after practicing as a ghost raiser.”

Xu Changwen comforted him, and when he saw the same pale and erratic light as the lantern in his hand appeared in the distance, he shut his mouth, put on his hood, and said in a low voice: “When you enter the ghost market, call me Titmice, just like I call you Rongshan.”

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

Xu Changwen would not stay with Wu Rong all the time, after all, Wu Rong wasn’t a child, and he can be regarded as a ghost keeper. 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 had a delicate mind, and he knew that proper company and explanations were 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 was located in the suburbs, covered by a barrier of yin energy, which ensured that only those with abilities such as ghost breeders can enter. If ordinary people entered by mistake, they would only think that it was a ghost hitting the wall, and they wouldn’t 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 white ghost flames of the same style, 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 was 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 didn’t look like a big ghost market from the outside, but it was really not small when you walked around. Although it was open from midnight to cock crowing, the time from 2:00 am to 4:00 am was the busiest time for the ghost market with the most stalls.

Wu Rong had a clear goal. What he 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 was said to be dilapidated because almost all the ghost market stalls were 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, on which were written crookedly the four characters ‘Information Transaction’.

A thin figure with patches on a cloak and lines on the edges behind the folding table looked quite shabby. However, many people lined up to wait in front of the stall and guarded in an orderly manner. This stall owner was also strange. Every row of people on his desk he would quickly calculate in his hands, and then—— 

“We have no fate, next.”

The temper of those who raise ghosts would be assimilated by ghosts. Some people would be more grumpy, while others would be more cold and gloomy. His fly-like dislike would naturally irritate many people, but most of them are pushed away by the people in the queue before they could make trouble.

Fighting and brawling was prohibited in the ghost market, and those who violated the rules would be blacklisted by the Freelancers’ Association. It’s only a matter of a moment to get angry, and after calming down, the “no chance” person is still angry, but he has no choice but to leave.

Even though eight out of ten people were dismissed by ‘No Fate’, the odd stall owner’s business was 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. Telling Wu Rong the story of the stall owner in detail.

“You have to ask the stall owner of booth 192. He is a famous person in the ghost city. He will go wherever the ghost city goes. He is always in booth 192. People who often visit the ghost city are familiar with him.”

“Why are there so many people queuing up? Because this kid knows how to calculate, tsk tsk, I heard that he also worked as a Taoist boy in Longhu Mountain before, learned one trick and two styles, and was later driven down the mountain—— —Who knows if it’s true or not, but this stall owner really has two hands. Even if it’s a fake celestial master, everyone is willing to go and see it, after all, it’s a celestial master!” The tone of the ‘tour guide’ was full of envy, and a little envious: “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 Tianshi Academy, you can calculate this number.”

The ‘Guide’ held up four fingers, shaking 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, it seemed that he didn’t believe it very much, the ‘tour guide’ rolled his eyes, leaned over to him and whispered: “Don’t believe me, this stall owner might have some background.”

“Recently, Mr. Fu who was honored by the police as a guest, do you know?”

“It is the famous Mr. Fu! It has been spread all over the tabloids, and everyone in the ghost world knows about it. Everyone knows that his hexagrams can reach heaven and earth, and his sword can cut ghosts and gods. It is said that he is the lost descendant of the Fu family in Longhushan, the only successor of Grand Master Fu in the world. No one has seen Mr. Fu’s true face. If he can achieve such accomplishments, he must be a knowledgeable old man who does not love the worldly world and is detached from the world!” 

“This Mr. Fu has a resounding mantra.”

As if gossiping about a celebrity, the small eyes of the ‘tour guide’ shone with excitement. Guang, mysterious, imitated the tone, and said in cadence: “‘You are not destined for me’”.

“It is said that Mr. Fu’s single word is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and even if he was the only one, the high-ranking heavenly masters would be excited to cry. Have you heard of the Tiankeng 444? The most famous test place in Yunnan and Guizhou, the number of people allowed to enter 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 people above immediately turned on the green light! Only Mr. Fu can do this. Yes, the tabloid has 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 digress.” 

“So since Mr. Fu came out, the business of stall owner No. 192 is getting more and more prosperous. The phrase “You are not destined for me” is just like Mr. Fu, and he can pinch and count. The stall owner No. 192 is not very old. There are rumors of everything, maybe he is Mr. Fu’s son who was born in a romantic night somewhere!”

The author has something to say:

Mr. Fu: ???

Mr. Fu is on his way :), the tabloid news is dangerous to him!