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

Midnight.

A hazy full moon leaped into the sky from the thin clouds like cicada wings, and the silver brilliance splashed all over the ground, but I did not know when, quietly climbed up a ray of blood, making the moonlight look a little demon. different.

Under this weird moonlight, the stars all over the sky seemed to be dimmed a lot.

But no one saw the ray of red light flying into the sky under the cover of the night.

And the source of this red light is not elsewhere.

It is the huge circle that has been integrated into the blood of countless girls.

"Bells, bells, bells..." The light and weird bells kept ringing, seeming to be stepping on a special rhythm, and the graceful figure danced lightly in the huge formation.

Like a beautiful elf, scattered around the world.

In the huge array engraved on the ground, the red light turned from burning to dark and deep, but in the engraved lines, the blood hadn't dried up.

Instead, it was creeping slowly, as if it was no longer pure blood, but a monster with fresh vitality.

They climbed on the figure in the magic circle, and the thousand faces were aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wrinkles, quietly climbed onto the white skin, that long hair like a black waterfall, flying in the sky.

But there are a few more strands of white.

This dance has danced from day to night, but Qianmen seems tireless.

But with the passing of vitality, her movements slowed down unconsciously.

Opening the seal, Kuang relies on the pure soul and blood of those girls.

As a sacrifice, thousand faces also need to pay a price.

And the price is nothing else.

It is vitality.

otherwise.

She would not have opened only six seals for a hundred years.

Fortunately, the power of the earth has dissipated.

Also prying the gap of the eighth seal.

Pei Shun, who was tied to the red lacquer column, had already stopped struggling. He lowered his head, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the huge array on the ground.

Bright blood is reflected in the pupils.

There was no wave in his eyes, he seemed to be completely numb, but his entire face was distorted, as if he was suffering tremendously.

suddenly.

"..." A voice like a ballad and singing came from Qianmian's bloodless lips.

With the strange sound of bells, the red light on the formation faintly bloomed.

Immediately afterwards.

Boom boom boom!

Like a dense drum, and like the sound of low footsteps, mixed with the disturbing flute sound, it seems to cross time and space, and it seems to come from the deep underground.

Responding to the chanting from Qianmen's mouth.

Qianmian's slightly old face suddenly showed a hint of joy.

The movement that had slowed down speeded up again.

The red awns in the magic circle bloom again, like a fascinating petals, flying all over the sky.

Can be the next second.

But it was melted into the night.

There was a wave of waves in Pei Shun's eyes, his stiff neck held up his head, his eyes through the window, and he looked at the endless dark night sky.

"Crack!"

In the dark, there seemed to be a crisp cracking sound.

A silver radiance flashed, that radiance was even more dazzling than the stars in the sky, but like a sharp weapon, it broke a slender hole in the sky.

"You...what did you do?" A trembling voice sounded.

Pei Shun's pupils trembled violently.

Although Qianmian could break the seal, after each break, he needed to sleep for a while to replenish the lost vitality.

This also means that Qianmian wants to unblock the real Feng Yuan

so.

Even though he was unable to stop him before, he was not completely desperate.

Because there is still time.

In other words, China has time.

Even if it's just lingering!

But the unblocking this time was obviously different from before. He didn't know what caused it, perhaps because of the strange singing.

Or maybe it was the unsealing of two seals in a row.

But he knows.

This time, it is absolutely different from the previous unblocking!

The figure in the circle did not stop at the slightest movement, including the weird chanting sound still continuing, Qianmian seemed to have completely forgotten Pei Shun in the hall.

But her gaze also looked at the void outside the window.

His eyes trembled lightly, with a little excitement.

Soon!

early morning.

A touch of white quietly climbed up the night sky, and quickly tore off the night, the sun on the horizon quietly revealed a corner, the first ray of sunlight slowly shone, and the spring breeze with a little warmth drove away the ice and cold of the night.

At this time, most people are still asleep.

Not yet awake.

But there are some people who are ready to fall asleep at this time.

Jiang Zhe is one of them.

"Made, kneel for twelve consecutive times, my mentality exploded! Stop playing, stop playing..."

Jiang Zhe took off the headset cursingly, and then directly turned off the computer.

When I was about to go to bed, my stomach groaned.

Although a little tired, Jiang Zhe decided to go out for breakfast before returning to sleep.

after all.

Staying up late is enough to hurt your body.

I can’t skip breakfast.

After coming downstairs, Jiang Zhe walked a little groggy on the cold street.

At six o'clock in the morning, on both sides of the street, there is almost nothing to see. Occasionally, you can only see the busy figure of a few small vendors and the old man who wakes up in the morning to exercise.

There are very few vehicles.

Yicheng where he is located is just a small county town.

There are fewer people and less competition.

There is no career that can be developed.

But he has long been accustomed to living in such a city. It has become the norm for him to invite friends out to gather together and play games all night on weekends.

Lie flat and it's done.

"Boss, the third child."

The middle-aged man skillfully picked up the tool, smeared batter on the turntable, and said with a smile, "Is it all night again?"

"Well on weekends, it's rare to rest."

"It's good to be young, but you still have to pay more attention to your body." The middle-aged man smiled and talked to Jiang Zhe, and then passed the breakfast to Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe yawned and just reached out his hand.

suddenly.

A cold breath came from behind.

Jiang Zhe shivered, rubbing his arms with his hands: "Strange, why is it cold?"

"Ghost...Ghost..." The middle-aged man holding the plastic bag in his hand, pointed tremblingly behind Jiang Zhe, his wide-open eyes were full of fear.

"Where is the ghost in broad daylight? Boss, are you kidding me?"

Jiang Zhe smiled and shook his head.

He took the plastic bag from the trembling hand of the boss.

Is preparing to leave.

Suddenly, from the light brown pupils of the middle-aged man, he saw himself and the pale, gloomy face behind him.

And that pale face was only half, and the other half seemed to have been chopped to pieces by some sharp weapon.

The dense white bones and dark red flesh and blood are exposed.

It was covered with disgusting maggots.

"Snapped!"

A pale ghost hand rested on Jiang Zhe's shoulder. Jiang Zhe trembled, his teeth clucking.

Next second.

The trembling mouth suddenly let out a scream:

"what--"