There is no need to say more about the subsequent results.

Anyway, it hurts a lot when the city god hits someone.

"Master Guang, please don't panic when I perform the "Bull Xu Technique"." Riyou Shen stared at the Taoist priest and said seriously.

Guangcheng: ""

You actually said this to Mr. He, right?

Don’t you dare to speak too loudly with others and treat me as a target to remind others?

I!

Forget it, why bother with a dead ghost?

He Zhao saw the expressions of the two people and almost cried out in joy.

He knew who Riyushen was speaking to, but he didn't dare to direct it at himself. He simply used the Taoist priest to beat around the bush and signaled not to panic.

"Buzz"

A smell of incense came out, and he immediately noticed that his feet suddenly lifted off the ground, and his body became light and airy. He stepped forward, and with a squeak, he walked a full dozen meters.

Fortunately, there is an open courtyard in front of the Wang family's living room, otherwise it would have hit the wall.

"Second Young Master, please."

The god of Japanese travel stretched out his hand with an expression as if you were walking ahead.

Do you know the way?

Just kidding, who is a local in Jincheng and hasn’t been to the Chenghuang Temple?

"Walk."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed out like a ghost, followed by a person with a nose that was not a nose, and a face that was not a face.

After they left, Wang Ying hurriedly took a big drink of water.

"Lei'er, what's going on with your little brother?" After a moment of pause, he asked out his doubts.

So, He Lei told the whole story one by one.

In about ten minutes, the group arrived at the temple successfully.

The City God's Temple is no longer what it used to be. Due to the visits of Westerners, the trade with the Qing Kingdom has gradually deepened, leading to the influx of some theories, and the mysterious things have become more and more lonely.

What followed was the collapse of faith.

The incense in the temple is getting worse every year.

In the past, morning was a time when there was a lot of people and an endless stream of pilgrims.

Now, haha.

There are so few people around!

The Riyou God led He Zhao through a familiar road and soon entered the main hall where the statues of the gods were placed.

In front of the door and on the pillars, they are still the same.

Mingming was a general who fought on the battlefield during his lifetime, and after his death he was granted the title of City God, making him look like a scholar.

What do you lack and what do you love?

"City God, Master He Er is here."

Riyushen stood outside the door and respectfully reported.

The interior of the hall is slightly dark, making it difficult for outsiders to see clearly the scene inside.

"Let them in."

The huge statue opened its eyes, opened its mouth and gave instructions.

"yes."

After saying this, he motioned for the two of them to come in quickly.

On the way, He reminded the Taoist priest several times that the City God was not a good-tempered Lord, so he should be more restrained in his speech. Don't reach out for gifts whenever they meet.

Otherwise, they would offend the local Yinshen chief, and the three of them would have no good fruit to eat.

Guangcheng rolled his eyes angrily at Nichi Yugami's words.

I have lived for a long time, but I still don’t understand the ways of the world?

If you have the ability, you can tell the person named He, don't always use me as a shield and remind others in a subtle way.

The two of them stepped into it together.

Oops!

There were many people standing inside the hall, and at a quick glance there were at least twelve or three people.

They dress up in different styles, including scholars, businessmen, monks, Taoist priests, goddesses, and so on.

"Okay, everyone is here."

The huge statue opened its eyes and said with a powerful voice.

"Now there are heretical evil spirits who are causing chaos in our Golden City. The temple is short of manpower, so we have called everyone here to discuss how to drive them away."

"City God, I don't care about the rest. As long as I can save the child, I can do whatever I want!" A strong man with a strong back and a strong waist stood out from the crowd, clasped his fists and bent down.

This person is none other than He Zhao’s old acquaintance Zha Caili!

"I already know what happened to your son. Just a little incense and magical powers can save him. However, I can't restore him to a normal person."

"In this case, enough!"

Hearing this, Zha Caili nodded and returned to the crowd.

Master He Er frowned slightly. Did the two of them collude together from now on?

"Hey, it's easy to talk about evil spirits. But I have another matter that I want to discuss with the City God in detail." A young man dressed as a scholar with a straight pen hanging on his waist stood up and said with a playful smile.

"Um?"

This person looks very familiar, [Spirit Realm Messenger], turn it on.

[Name: Gao Da Mo]

[Title: Weapon Holder (When using an instrument, it will be automatically upgraded to a level. The consumption of the upgraded instrument will increase accordingly.)]

【Power:2.0】

[Physique: 2.5]

[Agility: 1.5]

[Gene Ascension·Spirit:20.0]

[Emblem: Howling Abyss Spirit, Twins]

[Ability: "Psychedelic Technique" (Perfection), "Spiritual Transformation Technique" (Perfection), "Resistence of Wrong Souls" (Perfection)]

Okay, it turns out to be a big injustice.

The three basic attributes are higher than they were thirty years ago. Now he is physically strong and looks young, which is not surprising. His mental values ​​are a full thirty points lower than they were then.

It is estimated that he has just met Cheng Huang, and has not yet formed a conspiracy, nor has he received the help of the incense wish. The pen hanging on his waist is probably the pen of the judge who was unlucky enough to die, and had to send his own father away in the face of bad luck.

"We'll wait until Jincheng settles down before we can talk about it."

The City God did not agree immediately. Nothing was more important than the invasion of evil spirits into his territory.

"OK."

The tall demon took a step back and rejoined the crowd.

"After the work is completed, I will write a memorial to the court to express my merits for you." He glanced at the various monsters and ghosts and wrote a bad check.

"Hey, Li Chenghuang. Our request is very simple, incense and willing power!"

He Zhao stood up in time and asked for the benefits.

He is a master of writing checks. Who knows whether he will survive afterwards?

Working for free, a loss-making business, don’t do it!

Guangcheng looked at him and was frightened.

Master, were the warnings given by the God of Travel earlier in vain?

"Oh, how much do you want?"

The City God was aware of his fighting power. According to what the Night Watch God said, the evil demon who suddenly became stronger caused the people in front of him to be skinned and cramped, and died miserably.

Young Master He stretched out his right hand, spread his fingers and held it tightly.

"As many as I want!!"

Blackmail?
Chapter completed!