After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business - Chapter 258

All this happened so suddenly that no one could react in time, not only Wu Rong. The descendants of the heroes who had just defeated the fallen heroes for the people of the other three major federations also tore off their camouflage coats, revealing the essence of heavenly ghosts, and instantly everyone fell into deeper panic and despair.

“Marshal Liao Cheng is dead…”

“Marshal is dead?!”

The marshal who was still giving a speech just now, looking forward to the future of mankind, died like this, and was killed by Wu Rong. The most frightening thing is that the hero Wu Rong immediately degenerated into a heavenly ghost under the eyes of everyone, and continued to fight on the battlefield that had just calmed down. The strong men in the Jinling Safe Zone were the first to react. Regardless of grief and anger, they must continue to fight, even though most of their strength has been overdrawn in the battle with Xima Gyatso just now.

But when they wanted to fight against the witch, they were shocked to find that there seemed to be a problem with themselves, and the usual methods in the past could not be used at this moment. Not only that, some people tried to sacrifice themselves again, and used self-detonation to seriously injure Wu Rong, but when they rushed to Wu Rong, they found that their body was out of control. If they failed to self-detonate, they would end up being poisoned by the venom of the thousand-legged centipede. Eat it alive.

The faint fragrance of flowers that was barely audible amidst the shrill screams filled the air, and at some point when I looked around, the space around me was completely shrouded in gray mist like haze. Those particles, which are smaller than dust, penetrate into the human body with the human breath, quietly affecting people’s emotions and bodies.

“Hold your breath!”

Chen Xueshou, who had noticed this earlier, changed his face suddenly, but no matter what he did now, it would not help. The most devastating thing is to give hope first, and then turn the dashed hope into despair. The scene where Wu Rong turned into a ghost, and those descendants of heroes also revealed their essence as a ghost, was broadcast live for people all over the world to see. Hopes have been frustrated, and people who have been hit hard are catalyzed by the negative emotions of the gray fog, and the situation is completely out of control. All disasters will be unstoppable.

The scariest thing is not the absence of expectations, but the collapse of hope. What hope can humanity have? The most powerful heroes have degenerated into sky ghosts, the seven tiankengs have been revived one after another, and the descendants of heroes are also the incarnations of sky ghosts. The entire human society has been corrupted to the point of being riddled with holes by heavenly ghosts. Who knows if those strong men on the list of heaven and earth are heavenly ghosts? Who else can be trusted?

Under the influence of the pollen of the ghost face flower, all kinds of emotions become more extreme and negative, and once thoughts arise, they cannot be changed. The result of the ghost raisers losing control of their emotions is fatal. Ghost raisers all over the federation have revived and raised ghosts, and the originally safe safe zone has become no longer safe. Ordinary people cry helplessly, many people commit suicide by jumping off buildings, and those lying in pools of blood have gloomy eyes, unable to see where the future lies.

Does humanity have a future?

Even in places where no signal or network can be received, the wind of psychics spreads the tragedy happening in the world today. Standing in the Sanmenxia Safety Zone, the live broadcast of the Peace Gala. Tong Fuyuan opened his arms to receive messages from all directions. His eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he saw some peerless beauty.

“When mankind is in despair, what future can the entire race have?”

Tong Fuyuan said to himself, he knows that this kind of despair cannot be easily resolved by someone or something. Before defeating Xima Gyatso, Wu Rong, who stood up, degenerated into a ghost under the eyes of everyone and killed the marshal. The seeds of doubt were planted in the bottom of everyone’s heart. This kind of suspicion was magnified infinitely under the catalysis of the ghost-faced flower division. Even if Fu Qingnan stood up again, others would doubt whether he was a ghost or a human.

When the world falls into mutual suspicion, human power will dissipate in constant internal friction. What Tong Fuyuan wants is not to exterminate all human beings immediately. After all, the extinction of any species is a process. The lingering human beings will not be able to resist the recovery of the seven tiankengs, and they will not be able to resist the attacks of thousands of heavenly ghosts. Even if any strong person comes, it cannot be changed.

And the most ruthless and vicious move that Tong Fuyuan did was the depravity of the witch. These stupid humans still don’t know that as long as they start to doubt the hero and Fu Qingnan, there will be no hope for the future of mankind.

But for some reason, Tong Fuyuan’s heart is not at ease, even though he is sure of winning, there is always a sense of illusory floating, as if there is something he has not calculated. Tong Fuyuan understood that this was his deep fear of Wu Rong.

“This is the end of the matter, haven’t you decided to take action yet?”

“What will you do?”

He muttered to himself, Tong Fuyuan had already played his heaviest hole card, but the opponent did not accept the move. This made it difficult for him to be completely at ease.

The wind from all directions howled past, almost turning the entire safety zone into a valley of wind. When a gust of wind hit, Tong Fuyuan suddenly frowned.

“coming!”

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“Hey, old fellows, we’ve got to hang on.”

Chen Xue clenched his teeth, his eyes were red, and the dirty blood was surging restlessly, swallowing all the pollen like gray mist around him. The strongest people in the Jinling Safe Zone could barely withstand the erosion of negative emotions brought by the pollen. The person who failed just now was also very strong, but he finally failed because the self-destruction required an absolute unity of emotion and will.

Abandoning the road of self-explosion, several other people each have their own supernatural powers. They struggled in this pollen sky, beheading more and more highly poisonous insects. What made them most rejoicing was that Wu Rong didn’t attack after falling, and the terrifying dragon-like poisonous centipede just guarded Wu Rong’s side, staring at them, but didn’t take the initiative to attack.

Otherwise, the casualties of several of them may be even more serious.

“Has the hero of the witch really fallen?”

Seeing the black figure standing there alone and quietly, everyone had strong doubts in their hearts. Obviously, she killed Marshal Liao Cheng without warning, and blackened and degenerated in front of everyone. It should be a sure thing to be polluted, but why didn’t she take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill them all?

But even though everyone knew that this was a rare opportunity, maybe the last chance they could seize, but they all looked at each other with wry smiles. They exhausted most of their energy in the battle with Seema Gyatso, and almost everyone was overdrawn, and the overwhelming pollen made them unable to concentrate and protect themselves. Although Wu Rong was motionless right now, he would certainly not fail to fight back when they attacked.

The most troublesome thing for the strong is that the scene of the death of the marshal is probably known to everyone. Even if they are lucky enough to kill Wu Rong and leave the Jinling safe zone, they will not be able to resist the recovery of the next seven tiankengs. Other fallen heroes The siege—Since Wu Roo has fallen in essence, Xima Gyatso, who was defeated by her before, probably did not suffer too much injury, and the rout was just an illusion.

What they will face next is the nine heroes who have fallen, as well as the endless attacks of heavenly ghosts. Marshal Liao Cheng was killed, and the federal government has not taken any other actions so far, and it is very likely that it will also fall under the control of the Holy Wedge Society. Thinking of this, everyone couldn’t help feeling disheartened. What made the situation even worse was that the thick ghostly aura was like a pitch-black sky, slowly advancing from a distance to the safe zone.

The room leak happened to be raining all night, and the matter of the ghosts was still unfinished, and the ghost tide started again. Judging by the scale of this ghost tide, at least there is a high-star ghost king leading the team! Almost instantly, a raging wave of ghosts appeared on the edge of each safe zone. The siren is sounding sharply, but the public security departments in various places are exhausted even to maintain the law and order in the safe zone, and they are completely unable to organize a strong team to defend.

For a while, the roar of ghosts and the roar of the shattered formation outside the safe zone were heard endlessly. The special police who barely pulled themselves together to maintain order in the safe zone were at a loss for a while when they saw the terrifying wave of ghosts rolling over like a boundless wave. measures. Despair and gloomy negative emotions occupied all their nerves, making them unable to make any effective resistance.

Is today really the end of mankind?

A faint candlelight lit up in the darkness, and the ghost king with the lantern appeared indifferently, completely defeating the defensive formation that was on the verge of being broken. The wave of ghosts invaded the safety zone violently, and the howling sound was deafening. In an instant, the yin qi soared, but in the entire safe zone, except for a few determined special police who were still doing their best to resist, more people had fallen into hopeless chaos, and some people had stayed at home quietly, giving up hope and waiting for death.

In an ordinary residential building, black and white photos hang on the wall above the TV. In the photo, the vigorous young man is wearing a military uniform, with a green face pretending to be serious, but he can’t help showing a smile. On the sofa facing the wall, a haggard old woman with all white hair and wearing reading glasses hugged the photo frame, murmured nervously, shaking like a baby in her arms.

“Jun’er, mother’s Junjun…”

The old man muttered to himself, regardless of the turmoil outside and the mourning, he was immersed in his own world. There are many photos on the walls of the small living room, including mothers and children, a family of three, and three generations living together. There are as many military medals as there are photos. The soldiers who died in the war have nothing left except their photos and military medals, just like this once bustling home, but now it is already empty.

The old man’s children, husband, and parents were all sacrificed in the war, leaving her alone in the empty house. After the child’s death, she seemed normal, but she was already crazy. She refused to believe that the child was dead, and insisted on waiting in this old house. Even though he was only fifty years old, his hair was covered with gray hair, and he looked the same as an old man in his eighties or nineties. It was chaotic outside, some were crying and laughing wildly, some were killing people, some were committing suicide.

Her door had been banged, but the old man ignored it and sat on the sofa with the picture frame in his arms, just as he had done for so many years. Even though she is already crazy, she can clearly remember the child’s birthday, and even more clearly remember the day of his death.

“Jun’er, take Mommy away too…”

The Yin Qi was rising steadily, making the room that had been warmed by the heater become gloomy and cold. The windows were covered with drops of water, and there were large rotten and peeling stains on the originally clean walls. The living room was clearly lit, but the light in the room became increasingly dimmer, like a candle in the wind, and there was an ominous atmosphere in the darkness.

This is obviously a sign of spiritual recovery, and the level is not low, at least C-level spiritual recovery. Ordinary people should have been frightened and fled in panic when they saw it, but the old woman didn’t realize it. Her eyes looked cloudy and foggy. Eye disease made her unable to see clearly for a long time, but she still looked in the direction of the photo frame, murmuring vaguely, crazy.

Her mental condition is already very bad, even if she doesn’t die in the supernatural recovery, she won’t live for long.

“Junjun, Juner…”

The sound of footsteps sounded from outside the door, erratic, heavy and light, completely different from the sound of ordinary people. With the sound of footsteps, the cold feeling in the room became heavier and heavier. The old woman’s hair and eyelashes were foggy, and when the knock on the door sounded, she blinked, and the water droplets formed on her eyelashes slid down like tears.

“Jun’er, is it Jun’er?”

When the knock on the door sounded, the slow-moving old lady turned her head as sharply as a cat, and her tone became eager: “Don’t worry, don’t worry, mom is here to open the door for you, don’t go. Jun’er, mom’s Joon-“

She staggered and tried to stand up, but her thin legs couldn’t support her body. With a plop, she fell onto the sofa, trembling with pain in her legs. But the old woman would roll off the sofa regardless, and crawl towards the door even if she crawled. She waited for too many years for her child to return triumphantly, and when she became insane, she completely ignored the obvious signs of danger around her and insisted on opening the door for the child.

It seemed that he heard the sound of people falling down in the house, and the hesitant footsteps lingering at the door disappeared, and a gray-black figure quickly passed through, and came to the sofa in the blink of an eye. The translucent hand seemed to have substance under the heavy Yin Qi, he caught the old man, and was immediately held back by the old woman. She had great strength, she was obviously skinny, and her hands were so old that only a thin layer of skin remained, but she held onto her tightly. Those broken eyes stared at each other blankly, trying to see clearly but unable to do anything.

“Juner, is that you Juner?”

“Did you come back to see mom?”

“…”

The other party did not speak. If others saw this scene, they might be shocked by his appearance. In supernatural recovery, ghosts are the most powerful, and ghosts below the king of ghosts will show their appearance when they died. I saw blood on the ghost’s head and face, half of the scalp and face were eaten, exposing the **** bones, the eyeballs protruded, connected by a single nerve, the flesh on the body was rotten and black, and there were small holes drilled by maggots back then.

After helping the old man back to the sofa, he originally planned to leave immediately, but the old woman’s hand grabbed his bone-only hand and refused to let go. That sound is like a cuckoo crying blood. Decades have passed, and the mother can no longer be seen. She stubbornly and stubbornly waits for the other party’s response, just like a she-wolf who has lost her son. The strong yin energy made her tremble all over, and anyone and ghosts she saw would feel moved.

Humans and ghosts have different paths, ghosts after death and the living should not meet each other. Affected by yin qi and resentment, ghosts lose their minds, and even if they see their relatives again, they will probably only slaughter bloody. Only when you reach the level of ghost general and ghost king can you regain your sanity, but there are thousands of ghosts in the world who can advance to this level. He was just a ghost, if it wasn’t for this opportunity, he might not be able to remember his mother waiting for him to come home until he died.

“Mom, it’s me.”

“I am back.”

The ghost held her hand and whispered softly. The voice from the torn throat was hoarse, dry and unpleasant, but in the mother’s ears it was no less than the sound of nature. She couldn’t help crying out in pain. There were no tears in her eyes that had suffered too much. There was only a heart-piercing cry. The extremely sad and infinite pain was released at this moment.

She cried, crying that her child was indeed dead, dead for decades, sacrificed on the battlefield, unable to grow up, unable to marry a wife and have children.

She cried, crying that even if her child died, the mother and child would have a chance to meet again. Her child has finally returned, whether it is a human or a ghost, it is her child!

The ghost wave indiscriminately invaded the safe zones of the four major federations, making the only sane and rational people desperate. But soon they discovered the weirdness of these ghosts. They are different from usual, they are no longer those **** and crazy ghosts who lose their minds, are controlled by resentment and yin energy. These dead people came to their senses, they were not invading the safe zone, but returning home.

In this era, who did not sacrifice on the battlefield, whose family

No bitter past. The spiritual recovery brought people endless pain and war, but it also gave those who had died a chance to stay in the world. Who can say that a dead person is not a human being? It’s just that the resentment and yin energy will spontaneously attach to the ghosts, making them lose their reason and consciousness.

“This is, why is this?”

People and ghosts can be seen crying and hugging each other everywhere, and the special police officers of the Ministry of Security, who were ready to sacrifice, stood blankly on the street holding weapons, not knowing what to do for a while. Everything that happened today is far beyond their imagination, and it is completely different from the education they have received in this life and the world they have seen.

From the fallen heroes of the past, countless ghosts hiding in the world, unable to tell whether it is a human or a ghost, and then the ghost tide is surging, but these ghosts who were originally mortal enemies have regained their senses, which is different from usual. All of this makes people’s world view repeatedly subverted, at a loss, and not knowing what to do.

“Am I dazzled?”

On the battlefield in the Jinling Safety Zone, Chen Xueshou rubbed his eyes while grumbling, and blinked vigorously, full of doubts: “Why do I feel that the gray fog has lightened a lot?”

It’s true, the gray fog that was thick enough to cover the sky has really disappeared a lot! If you look carefully, you will find that the gray mist in the sky is rushing towards the tide of ghosts bit by bit, and all the negative emotions are swallowed and absorbed by the ghosts!

It is extremely bad for people, and the mist that affects their emotions and will is a good medicine for ghosts to restore their sanity. All things in the world are like this, honey is my arsenic, just like the fate of human beings. Such a huge race will not disappear and perish easily. After death, the sky ghost will turn into the purest energy and return to the tiankeng, but after death, people will become ghosts.

If we look at it according to the normal historical line, even if the human beings all over the world are affected by the pollen of the ghost face flower, they cannot escape today’s catastrophe. But the ghosts that become after death will regain their sanity and continue to fight against the Tiankeng.

Just like a person who can count all the secrets can never change his destiny, every time you change something, it may actually lead to the arrival of the final destiny. Conversely, the more you hope to promote a certain result as soon as possible, the more likely it is to backfire in the end. Just like this time. The powder of ghost face flower makes the ghosts regain their sanity, and after the pollen fades and disappears, the people who have fallen into madness and despair will gradually wake up again.

This catastrophe that can cause extinction has been quietly solved, because at the most critical and opportune time, under Wu Rong’s command, thousands of ghosts entered the world.

Other than that, he did nothing, but he was stepping on the turning point of his fate.

Tong Fuyuan no longer had a smile on his face, and the news brought by the wind made him look to the sky. Behind the increasingly thinning gray fog is a pitch-black sky, with thousands of stars shining brightly, like thousands of eyes watching everything happening on this planet. They were there thousands of years ago, and they will still be there thousands of years later.

“You expected all this, didn’t you?”

He was talking to himself, his voice was very soft, and he didn’t know who he was talking to.

“If the heavens make it perish, you must first make it crazy. You will not stop all my plans. Have you seen the current result long ago?”

The sound of footsteps sounded at the Peace Festival Gala, which was empty except for Tong Fuyuan. The magnitude and strength of each step were almost the same, and there was a certain pattern between the steps. But Tong Fuyuan looked up at the sky obsessively, not looking at the person who came, but immersed in his own world.

“It’s terrible, you are a terrifying existence. Even if you have not fully recovered your memory and power, you are still so powerful.”

Tong Fuyuan murmured, with a bit of a wry smile on his face, and sighed: “I have a relationship with that person, is this the difference between human beings and our heavenly ghosts?”

Fu Qing, who was carrying a mahogany sword and a whisk, and Nan, who was holding a spine sword, appeared at the meeting someday and were walking towards him. The figures of one person and one soul sometimes merge and merge, and sometimes separate, with similar faces, similar expressions, similar temperaments, and similar calmness and indifference when facing Tong Fu Yuan. Just like when they first met in the Tiankeng decades ago.

At the same time, on the battlefield in the Jinling Safety Zone, the centipede who had been guarding Wu Rong’s side suddenly made a sound of vigilance. The hard and sharp limbs rubbed against the hard carapace, making harsh sounds and sparks at the same time. And Wu Rong, who was standing still no matter what happened, suddenly raised his head and looked quietly to the front left.

That was where Chen Xueshou and the others were standing. When Wu Rong looked over, everyone’s hearts shivered and they were ready to fight. The next moment they realized that Wu Rong was not looking at them. Suddenly, two figures, one large and one small, appeared in the large ruined open space between the strong human being and the witch. They were all wearing cloaks, and they couldn’t see their real faces clearly just by looking at their backs, but the way for the strong to distinguish each other’s identities was not just relying on their own eyes and ears.

“This, this is the feeling of Zhengyang fire, Fu Qing’s Zhengyang fire. Yin and yang are intertwined…it’s Wu Rong, Wu Rong is here!”

Chen Xueshou exclaimed, subconsciously looking around, trying to find Fu Qing’s figure. But Liu Changping’s gaze remained motionless on the short figure standing beside Wu Rong, countless complex emotions flashed through his eyes, and in the end there was only emotion left. He took a step forward, fixedly looking at the thin and small figure like a child, with a complicated tone, and said softly:

“Are you…the hero Kukuka?”

As if hearing his voice, the thin figure moved. Just as the cold wind was blowing, the hood on his head was blown off, revealing…

Bandaged head.

The author has something to say: Coffin Old Man: Aha, it’s my Coffin Old Man!

The imaginary Wu Rong appears—

Everyone was dignified: This ghost energy, this Yin energy, this resentment, there is nothing wrong with it, it is the ghost king Wu Rong!

The real Wu Rong appeared on the stage—

Everyone was dignified: this yang energy, this yang fire, this feeling of Fu Qing, there is nothing wrong with it, it is the ghost king Wu Rong!

Shan Rong:?