Age of Terror: I, City God, Start To Sign In

"Ahem!"

The coughing sound also shocked several people.

Axiang's wife turned her head and saw Feng Yuan standing at the door, and quickly patted her chest: "I said Feng Yuan, why don't you walk with a sound? It's really scary!"

After speaking, he still took a few breaths before calming down a bit.

"My fault, my fault."

Feng Yuan apologized again and again, and then smiled and asked, "What were you talking about just now? So attentive, I didn't even notice when I came in?"

Upon hearing this, Axiang's wife and Lin Er's wife remembered what Xiaofeng said just now.

Suddenly.

Goose bumps all came up.

"No...it's nothing, it's already this afternoon, why hasn't my old Wu come back? I have to call him quickly." Lin Er's sister-in-law said vaguely.

Pulled Axiang's wife who was aside.

Axiang's wife also hurriedly nodded: "Yes, Chen Fei that **** has not seen anyone. I have to call and ask, Xiaofeng, take a good rest, and we will see you another day."

After speaking, the two quickly walked out of the room.

Feng Yuan was stunned, a little confused: "What's the matter with them?"

"No... it's okay."

Seeing Feng Yuan's eyes floating over, Xu Xiaofeng lowered her head with some guilty conscience.

She knew that Axiang and Lin Er were scared, but she was also a little scared in her heart, except for the two sisters-in-laws, she didn't know who to talk to.

It’s just that the peace and blessings of the Chenghuang Temple are hard to find.

I don't know if Brother Wu can help her beg a blessing for peace?

Seeing Xu Xiaofeng lowering her head, Feng Yuan thought she was uncomfortable, so he quickly sat on the side of the bed, supported Xu Xiaofeng’s shoulders with both hands, and asked with concern:

"Xiaofeng, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just feel a little tired, take a rest, just rest for a while." Just after speaking, Xu Xiaofeng felt a dizzy feeling in his mind.

In a daze, she saw Feng Yuan let go of her hand, got up and walked aside to light a special incense.

Suddenly.

A strong pungent fragrance rushed into her nose.

"It's okay, go to sleep, just sleep for a while." Feng Yuan's soft voice came from his ear, but Xu Xiaofeng was a little flustered.

What is Feng Yuan doing?

Why use incense to face yourself?

But her mind became more and more dizzy, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

Seeing Xu Xiaofeng completely silent, Feng Yuan pinched the burning incense.

Suddenly.

"Woo..."

A gloomy wind blew by, causing the temperature of the entire room to drop suddenly, echoing softly in the air:

"Go to sleep, you have forgotten everything when you wake up..."

Early the next morning.

Wu Xiong and Chen Fei respectfully invited the portrait of the city **** back home.

Chen Fei was holding the scroll of portrait in both hands. As soon as he entered the door, a loud voice came from his ear: "Thousands of knives, did you ask for the peace and blessing I asked you for?"

"Be quiet, what should you do if your big voice scares Lord Chenghuang?" Chen Fei snarled his neck and yelled at Axiang's wife.

Axiang’s sister-in-law put her hand on her waist and stared at Chen Fei: "Oh, your kid is bold now!"

Although he said that, he still lowered his voice unconsciously, and saw Chen Fei respectfully holding a scroll, he couldn't help but become curious:

"What does this scroll do?"

Chen Fei glared back, "What scroll, this is the city god! By the way, have you placed the incense burner and incense table I asked you to prepare?"

Axiang's wife curled her lips, but when she thought of Lord Chenghuang's manifestation, her momentum also weakened.

Pointed to the inner room: "It's all in there."

Chen Fei couldn't even bother about Axiang's wife. He walked quickly into the door and saw a half-person-height incense table not far away. There was a small purple incense burner on the incense table.

Below the incense table, there is a yellow futon.

Chen Fei walked over carefully holding the portrait, then took a deep breath and carefully opened the scroll.

He was about to hang the portrait on the wall, and suddenly his hands trembled.

Almost didn't throw the picture scroll.

Seeing this scene, Axiang's wife who followed up turned black: "What are you doing? Lord Chenghuang, would you dare to throw around?"

"Qin...Qin..."

Chen Fei was so anxious that he couldn't say a word for a long time.

The widened eyes were filled with shock.

Isn't the person in this portrait carved out of Qin Feng in the same mold?

Could it be that what they saw before was not Mr. Qin who was advised by an expert at all.

It's the city god? ! !

"Qin, what is Qin? You have a problem in your mind, and you can't even say a word for a long time?" Axiang's wife took a look at Chen Fei fiercely, but she was a little strange in her heart.

Just now Chen Fei was afraid that he would startle Lord Chenghuang because of his loud voice.

Why is it like seeing a ghost in a blink of an eye?

suddenly.

Chen Fei squeezed the portrait into the hands of Axiang's wife, turned around and ran towards the door.

Axiang's wife was dumbfounded.

"Thousands of swords, where are you going?" With a loud roar, Axiang's wife was anxious, but holding the portrait of the city god, she did not dare to catch up.

Next second.

It was discovered that Chen Fei had disappeared.

the other side.

After Wu Xiong returned home, he respectfully placed the portrait of the city **** on the table. Before he could open the scroll, he heard a loud roar in his ear:

"Old Wu!"

"Old Wu!"

Chen Fei ran into the door out of breath, putting a hand on Wu Xiong's shoulder: "Old Wu, you... have you seen it?"

Wu Xiong was taken aback.

Seeing Chen Fei panting badly, he hurriedly helped him sigh in relief: "Old Chen, what's the matter with you?"

"It's not me, it's..."

Chen Fei carefully glanced at the scroll on the Xiangjian, and leaned in Wu Xiong's ear and whispered: "Mr. Qin, Chenghuang...the same, they look the same!"

Wu Xiong raised his eyes to look at Chen Fei, and put his hand on his forehead again.

With a strange face, he said, "I don't have a fever!"

Chen Fei slapped Wu Xiong's hand, and said anxiously: "Look, you can see the portrait!"

Hearing what Chen Fei said, Wu Xiong walked to the table with a look of suspicion.

Carefully open the portrait of the city god.

moment.

stunned.

After a long while, Wu Xiongcai turned his head to look at Chen Fei on the side, and began to speak incoherently: "Qin...cheng..."

Seeing Wu Xiong's reaction, Chen Fei was sure that he was not dazzled just now.

real!

They really saw the living city god!

Chen Fei clenched his fists tightly and looked at Wu Xiong with excitement: "Old Wu, if Mr. Qin is really a city god, then he will cast spells on our jade pendant?"

Wu Xiong flushed with excitement as well, clutching the portrait in his hand tightly.

"Really, it must be true!"

Lin Ersao, who had just entered the door, frowned slightly when she saw the two men sticking there.

"What are you two doing? Since Chenghuang has already invited back, why didn't you hurry up and wash your hands and burn incense, instead holding a portrait? This is disrespectful to Chenghuangye!"

"US……"