It was the first time for Bai Gu and the others to see Fu Qing wearing clothes other than Taoist robes. The impact of the contrast was so great that everyone froze in place. Not only them, Wu Rong also lost his mind for a moment when he saw Fu Qing.
Changing from Taoist robes to modern clothing, Fu Qing’s coldness which repelled others from a thousand miles away weakened, and he looked like a college student who had just graduated. There was no sense of discord with his long hair, which made his temperament even more outstanding. Some people were just naturally like models. He was obviously wearing ordinary shirts and trousers, but they looked like high-end clothing when worn on him, which made him particularly eye-catching.
Only Fu Qing’s eyes were still calm and sharp, which was something people would think was unusual. Wu Rong looked at Fu Qing’s pupils to confirm that the golden red flame had been extinguished and had faded away. The Zhengyang Fire was temporarily suppressed, but Fu Qing would always become stronger and stronger, and only by finding his lost soul could the problem be completely solved.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Wu Rong saw himself in Fu Qing’s eyes. He naturally put his hand on the back of Wu Rong’s neck, and let go before Wu Rong tensed up and wanted to avoid it.
“No hair ties.”
Wearing modern clothes and wearing a lotus crown really didn’t match, Wu Rong ignored the hot and weird feeling of his hairs exploding just now, and went to solve Fu Qing’s hair problem. The natural interaction between them made Huang Mao feel a little bit emotional. He had known Wu Rong for a long time, and now Fu Qing was the fastest to be included in Wu Rong’s circle of friends. It was a good thing that Brother Rong could meet more friends, and Huang Mao was sincerely happy for him.
“It’s unbelievable, Brother Fu will attract so many little girls when he goes out like this.”
Feeling happy in his heart, Huang Mao’s tone also became light, exaggerating and winking: “When the time comes, I might think he was some idol when he goes out.”
“Idols don’t necessarily have the temperament of Fu-daozhang.”
Su Xiaomi also followed suit. He might have thought of Yun Xi, and the young man angrily shook his head: “You have to be a true Taoist priest.”
Among them, Su Xiaomi had long hair and tied it with a little head bun, and he even gave Fu Qing a hair tie. Fu-daozhang’s hair was very long, tying it into a ponytail made it almost hang down to his waist. While it was still early, Huang Mao ordered breakfast at the hotel, and they sat in the living room to review what happened yesterday. In the middle of the table was the black hairpin that Bai Gu got from Tan Yueliang and the others.
Huang Mao asked curiously: “With this, can you find the Daytime Empress’ relic?”
“Ordinary people can’t, but some things can. For example, spirit dogs, ghost dogs, certain Gu, and many ghosts with special abilities.”
Bai Gu’s expression was not relaxed: “But Zhou Xinhong must have tried the methods I mentioned before, and he couldn’t find it. Tan Yueliang was able to get this because he was famous for his luck. There are still a few who aren’t lucky. Those who are poor in luck also get similar things from Zhou Xinhong. Zhou Xinhong is a horse doctor treating a dead horse.”
“Some things really depend on luck to find, in this way, it’s not unreasonable.”
Su Xiaomi was very experienced and said: “But if it really came from the Great Tiankeng, then they’re probably out of luck. Zhou Xinhong might as well make a fuss about Zhou Jin.”
They still didn’t know that Zhou Jin was both an angel and a devil. Zhou Xinhong hid this matter very deeply, even Tan Yueyue and the others didn’t know it. After Wu Rong broke the news, the focus of Huang Mao’s discussion immediately became Zhou Jin.
“If Zhou Jin and the Daytime Empress have this kind of physique, and he can grow up to this size smoothly, that thing is likely to be on Zhou Jin.”
Bai Gu analyzed logically: “It should be something between the physical body, or it has been bound to Zhou Jin. So Zhou Xinhong can’t find it, and he can’t kill Zhou Jin. He can only wait for him to die naturally.”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Su Xiaomi gritted his teeth and with an angry look on his face, he divined with his fingers and looked at Wu Rong: “Boss, my brother will come to see me tonight. Then we can…cough cough! Cough cough!”
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Shaking his hands to take his brain water from Huang Mao, Su Xiaomi’s brain enlightened, and he understood when he saw Fu Qing standing next to Wu Rong.
Yes! Brother Rong has been hiding the big ghost from Fu-daozhang!
Su Xiaomi obediently followed the flow. He never made trouble for himself, and he was not curious about things that he shouldn’t be curious about. After self-awareness, you must keep a filter on your mouth, and you can’t speak casually. Wu Rong’s expression was as usual, but when he felt Fu Qing’s gaze, he couldn’t help feeling a little guilty, and his expression became more serious.
Sooner or later, the matter of the big ghost must be cleared up with Fu Qing.
But he had to find a good time.
Thinking of this, Wu Rong subconsciously smiled at Fu Qing. He was a person who seldom smiles, and now, only the corners of his lips were slightly raised, making the coldness of his eyes fade and giving people a stunning feeling. Even Fu Qing couldn’t take his eyes off him and had a soft expression.
The atmosphere between the two was unusual.
The outsiders could clearly see what the involved couldn’t. Fu Qing and Wu Rong said nothing, while Huang Mao and others who were on the sidelines felt an indescribable feeling.
It was like a small group that didn’t fit in suddenly appeared in an already complete large group. Others couldn’t get in at all, so they could only stand by and stare.
There were too many things to do tonight, not only was Hui Xin comparing Buddhism teachings with the iron monk, but Su Xiaomi’s brother was also coming in the early morning when Wu Rong made an appointment with Zhou Jin. After matters were prioritized, the group went to the Stone Gambling Conference’s site in the morning.
Regardless of other things, the most important thing to do in Jieyang was of course to bet on stones.
But when they arrived at the scene, what was waiting for them was Zhou Huang, Zhou Xinhong’s most valued adopted son.
“Mr. Wu, father wants to see you.”
Last night, Dharma King Fei personally sent an invitation to Wu Rong, which was enough to attract Zhou Xinhong’s attention.
“Mr. Wu is young and talented.”
The Zhou family was deeply hidden in the city, and the main house was in the most prosperous area of Jieyang. The entire skyscraper belonged to the Zhou family. After entering the main door, the decorations in the room were not high-profile, but they were extremely luxurious. Zhou Xinhong liked mahogany, and all the furniture was made of high-quality mahogany, which was priceless. There was a mahogany display cabinet in the living room, which was full of various jades.
And Zhou Xinhong himself was not like a businessman. His resolute face and full-body momentum made him feel more like a special policeman or a soldier.
“Mr. Wu is from Yangjiaping?”
The servant served tea and Zhou Xinhong drank it all in one gulp. He said with a loud laugh, “It’s fate. I have a cousin who also works in Yangjiaping. You may have heard of them.”
With the same surname, Wu Rong’s first reaction was Director Zhou. But he didn’t speak, his eyes stayed on the photo frame hanging on the opposite wall. Zhou Xinhong seemed to be an emotional person and there were photos of him and his family all over the house. The three photo frames that Wu Rong was looking at were the largest ones. The one in the middle was the younger Zhou Xinhong holding a dignified and melancholic woman with a child in her arms.
However, in the left and right photo frames, there was no figure of a woman, but a young Zhou Xinhong holding a baby. Although they were both children, there was still a difference. The children in these three photos weren’t the same.
“This is my wife.”
Zhou Xinhong’s tone became heavy, full of nostalgia and sadness: “Meimei’s health wasn’t good, and the child’s physique was also weak. If this Elder and Lao’er end up dead, leaving just the youngest behind, he will definitely not live up to expectations. If A-Jin could have half of his fighting spirit of Young Wu, I would be satisfied.
Wu Rong didn’t speak and Zhou Xinhong just smiled kindly, then he changed the subject. After the two had lunch together, in Zhou Xinhong’s study, Zhou Huang personally brought a mahogany tray and put it in front of Wu Rong with a smile on his face.
“Yesterday, we startled Young Wu. This is only this elder brother’s small kind intentions.”
Inside the mahogany tray was a beautifully carved stone box containing a fist-sized jade. When the stone box was opened, the dark green was almost overflowing. The rich jade color was dripping out, emitting a warm and sparkling light.
Excellent quality jade was a good thing that even ordinary hunters after working hard couldn’t touch in their lifetime. Zhou Xinhong made an understatement and pushed it in front of Wu Rong.
“Young Wu, I admire you very much. Your talent should not be buried.”
“Would you like to come and work for me?”
Zhou Xinhong personally invited him with a top-quality jade. This show of respect was no less than the invitation from Dharma King Fei last night. Seeing Wu Rong staring intently at the jade, Zhou Xinhong smiled in his mind.
Everyone has something they want, and it all depends on whether you can give it. No matter how nice Fei Chen’s invitation was, it was nothing but empty words, and the piece of jade he took out was enough to make Wu Rong’s ghost not backlash until it reached the fierce ghost level. He, Zhou Xinhong, had controlled Jieyang for so many years, and he was able to recruit talents from all over the world thanks to his insightful eyes. He could tell at a glance that Wu Rong was not the kind of person who was greedy for fame and fortune, but the kind of young man who concentrated on becoming stronger.
Zhou Xinhong could always see what others really wanted, which was what made him successful.
Wu Rong was indeed staring at the mahogany tray, but what he was looking at was not the jade, but the stone box containing the emerald.
The sculptor had a clever idea to craft dragon patterns on the green and white stone box’s cracks, and the dragon’s head was just at the opening latch, making it seem like the jade dragon was guarding the treasures inside the box.
This was a stone that Jade Beetles once stayed in, and the traces were very recent! Jade Beetles will usually leave holes and cracks in the jades that they pass through, but light yellow traces would only remain in the cracks that had recently been passed through. This was the residue of Pure Earth, and it would usually disappear after a day or two.
This stone box was made of stones that Jade Beetles passed through, and Jade Beetles must’ve recently returned to this stone box! It should have been a day or two ago, but today the Earth properties were quite weak and were about to dissipate. If it weren’t for the Zhong Gu, even Wu Rong wouldn’t be able to notice it.
“I’m willing.”
Wu Rong said very neatly, pulling the tray to himself.
Zhou Xinhong smiled as he watched him pick up the top-quality jade, and his smile strengthened as he wondered whether Wu Rong was in a hurry or only being an impulsive youngster.
Then he watched Wu Rong casually put aside the top-quality jade, and solemnly picked up the stone box which was nothing compared to the top-quality jade, comparing the two would be like comparing the clouds and the mud.
Zhou Xinhong was still smiling, but now his smile was full of question marks.
The author has something to say:
Zhou Xinhong: My piece of jade can make your ghosts rise to the level of a fierce ghost without any backlash!
Wu Rong: Thank you for the invitation, I raised a ghost king.
Zhou Xinhong: Damn it, you can even look down on top-quality jade, what else can impress you?
Wu Rong: Your jade box is very fine, in the next second it’s mine.
Zhou Xinhong: ? ? ?
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
Can’t he use the jade for something else though? Or is he just showing off.Thank you for the update.
I guess he can sell it, but most ghost keepers want it to prevent backlash from their resentful-level ghosts. And Wu Rong has a “supposedly” Ghost King in his arms so the jade isn’t very effective XDD
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Nice, having Fu Qing in normal clothes
I love Xiao Wu’s literary talents there 😂