Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

City God Temple Street, the fog gradually thickened.

The houses nearby, the lights in the distance are getting blurry.

It seems that there is a thick layer of gauze in front of him, twisting and growing into a strange shape.

On the bluestone road, there were two figures, one long and the other short.

Like a wandering soul, walking quietly.

It seems that the atmosphere is too silent, so that it is a little depressing.

Luo Yuzhen rolled her throat twice and whispered:

"Brother Ji, can you make a sound?

Don't you find it strange? This is just the time to arrive at Hai, why is it like a curfew? Every household in the outer city rests so early? "

Ji Yuan didn't answer, just made a "squeak" and went silent again.

Woohoo! Woohoo!

The cold wind was piercing, and it was like weeping.

Luo Yuzhen shrank his neck, he also has the level of martial arts in his body, so he shouldn't be so timid.

But as the fog deepened and the cold became thicker, the outer-training physique, which had completed the training of muscles, bones, and membranes, also felt a little bit cold.

It's like walking in the snow in a single shirt.

Even his mind is affected, and he is constantly being manipulated by thoughts such as fright, fear, fear, and worry.

"Brother Ji, you have to say something!"

Luo Yuzhen finally couldn't hold back the anger in her heart, and suddenly roared.

The high-pitched voice echoed in the empty long street, which was unusually abrupt, and made him startled.

"You'd better be quiet, Brother Luo.

If there is too much movement, it is very likely to attract... bad things. "

Ji Yuan paused, with a stern look on his brows.

The right hand pressed the waist knife, with a sharp-edged killing aura.

"What are you talking about? Do you really believe in the nonsense of the shopkeeper of Huaiyinzhai, thinking that there are evil spirits roaming in Tianjing after nightfall?"

Luo Yuzhen snorted heavily, and the whole person fell into inexplicable irritability without knowing it.

Ji Yuan didn't care and sighed softly:

"Brother Luo, haven't you discovered something weird?

We have been walking for a quarter of an hour, but we still haven't left this City God Temple Street.

Look at the Yongan pawnshop on the left, this is the twelfth shop coming in from the street,

And Huaiyinzhai is the nineteenth, and it is reasonable to say that it has long since passed, so how can it still appear? "

Luo Yuzhen was slightly startled, and turned to look at the plaque of "Yongan Pawnshop".

The four big characters above are extremely bright red, and it looks like a drop of blood.

It was like being poured a basin of cold water from start to finish, and the coolness penetrated the whole body.

It made him wake up instantly, and his voice trembled slightly:

"Is this a ghost hitting a wall? Hit a ghost!

We were trapped in this City God Temple Street, and we went around in circles and never got out! "

Luo Yuzhen's handsome face was full of astonishment, turning pale with fright.

Looking around, the dead long street seems to have ghosts of different lengths floating, shooting indifferent eyes full of malice.

The surrounding haze-like thick fog seems to have transformed into a blood-devouring ogre!

"I haven't figured out the reason yet. I walked out of Huaiyinzhai and walked about a hundred paces and noticed something was wrong."

Ji Yuan's face was calm, a little too calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

He has been counting his heartbeats, and every three hundred and sixty times, in about four minutes, he and Luo Yuzhen will inexplicably turn back.

"Brother Ji, are you not afraid at all?"

Seeing Ji Yuan's calm and calm face, Luo Yuzhen's panic immediately subsided.

"As the old saying goes, ghosts are afraid of wicked people, why are you afraid of these ghosts and ghosts?

Once the courage is withdrawn, the blood will be weak.

Those invisible and intangible evil spirits swarmed in a strange way. "

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, and he felt that the fog was getting bigger and bigger.

If the curfew comes at midnight, I am afraid it will encounter the horrific scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night.

"I understand the reasoning, but... it's too cold, the fog is wet and cold, sticking to the body like ice cubes!"

Clouds of white air bubbled out between Luo and Zhen's breaths, as if they had fallen into an ice hole.

"Brother Ji, let's go back along the original road and go to Huaiyinzhai to hide!"

Ji Yuan has the blessings of [Dragon Spirit and Tiger Fierce] and [Reinforced Iron Bone], and the qi and blood of the outer refining Dzogchen is strong and can withstand it.

He shook his head and said:

"I heard the older generation say, don't go back in the middle of the night, it's easy to be entangled by evil spirits.

The shopkeeper explained that entering the Temple of the City God can ensure safety... Let's go to the Temple of the City God! "

The two had walked around this long street for several times, and there seemed to be a strange force blocking the way and pulling them away.

Ji Yuan's footsteps were like the wind, and Luo and Zhen did not dare to fall behind.

The two turned into the alley together and ran in the direction of the Chenghuang Temple.

Suddenly!

The fog rolled wildly, rushing like waves.

Tatata!

Like countless gray shadows stepping on the bluestone slab, a burst of hurried footsteps started chasing after the two.

The clammy and sticky cold air was even more pervasive, as if a smooth tentacle was quickly reaching out.

"What an evil door!"

Ji Yuan didn't look back, but felt that the chill behind him was getting heavier and heavier, as if he would be caught by the grayish-white shadow hidden in the fog at any time.

Involuntarily, he mobilized his inner qi between his breaths and roamed his limbs.

The masculine blood erupted like a torch.

Chi Chi Chi!

The greasy tentacles seemed to be pressing on a red-hot iron plate, and an illusory sound of scorching and roasting came out.

"Huh! Brother Ji, we've arrived at the Temple of the City God!"

After a while, Luo Yuzhen let out a suffocating breath and stopped abruptly.

The moment he stepped into the open space of the Chenghuang Temple, the fog dissipated and the chill disappeared.

"They can't get close... This glazed archway?"

Ji Yuan stood below and looked up.

There are vice couplets on the column.

On the left is "Willing Prominent Protecting the Country and Anbang Fu She Ji";

On the right is "Saint Tao Gaoming bestows nectar to save the people".

The letter "shepherd Limin" in four characters.

Like a dragon and a phoenix flying, the pen is powerful.

It has a majestic atmosphere!

"It's so dangerous! It's so dangerous! I almost froze to death on that street... My blood is frozen!"

Luo and Zhen had lingering fears.

"The shopkeeper didn't talk nonsense. Entering the Temple of the City God can ensure safety."

Ji Yuan's brows were slightly wrinkled and he remained silent. The Emperor's Road Map actually reflected the glazed archway.

I saw Huaguang shaking, manifesting the handwriting——

[Artifact]: [Chenghuang Archway]

[Status]: [Suppress evil] [Block evil] [Exorcise evil] [Remove charm]

"Let's go to the Chenghuang Temple and leave the Liulichang directly. Let's go home before the curfew."

Ji Yuan didn't think about hiding for a night, not to mention whether there would be more evil spirits after midnight.

Violating the curfew alone is a serious crime. As long as you are caught, you will be detained and jailed, or the law will be enforced on the spot.

Although it is said that the outer city should be looser, I am afraid that it will be unbearable to put the Chenghuang Temple to sleep for a night.

"This time thanks to Brother Ji, I was able to survive the disaster. If there is something useful in the future, feel free to send me!"

Luo and Zhen clasped their fists in thanks, and then the conversation changed:

"The matter of stepping on Yang Xiu in the martial arts competition, Brother Ji, think about it again, I can add some money, 35,000 taels, I really can't have more, and the landlord's family has no surplus..."

Ji Yuan was too lazy to answer, just pretended not to hear.

The two left Liulichang unimpeded, and they never encountered strange things along the way.

After parting ways with Luo and Zhen, Ji Yuan went to Tai'an Fang alone.

Big red lanterns hang high, and pedestrian hawkers walk around.

Compared to the thick fog surging just now, the chill was piercing to the bone, this was like the sun.

"Keguan, eat a bowl of wontons! It's fragrant and delicious!"

Suddenly, an old man with gray hair and a sackcloth robe shouted diligently.

Ji Yuan was on his way, but for some reason he stopped, turned his head and glanced.

It is a temporary stall with a charcoal stove, iron pot, and a few tables and chairs.

"Are there any vegetarians?"

Ji Yuan's eyelids jumped, and he came to the vacant seat of the stall.

As soon as I sat down, strands of heat and fragrance pierced straight into my nose.

"Guest officials can be joking, aren't wontons filled with meat?

I'll give you the next bowl, to ensure that you will be full and comfortable! "

The old man has a strong local accent, and his rough face reveals the weather of the years.

"Then get a bowl, order a little more, and if you are short of two pounds or less, I will set up your stall."

Ji Yuan's eyelids drooped, and his tone was vicious.

"Okay, okay."

The old man lifted the lid of the pot, and the hot water was bubbling out.

I saw that he skillfully put a dozen wontons underground, and it didn't take long to get them up.

Pour in the bright soup, sprinkle with chopped green onion, and quickly bring it to Ji Yuan.

"Guest officer, your wonton!"

Ji Yuan picked up his chopsticks, tore through the dough, and poked at the meat filling, his voice was cold:

"Your meat...isn't fresh!"

The old man bent over and said with a smile:

"Guest officials don't want to entertain people, this is all fine meat! Mince it finely! It tastes good!"

Ji Yuan picked up one, loosened his chopsticks, and the wonton with a tempting aroma fell to the ground.

He raised his leg and stepped on the ground, crushed it hard, and said:

"It's not cooked, how can I eat it?"

The old man raised his lowered head, his pale face showed a death look, and he opened his mouth and said:

"Keguan, why are you wasting this good wonton... You can't make much of it by yourself, it's all well-chosen meat!"

At the same time, the noisy street was instantly silent.

The hawkers and the pedestrians returning home all looked at Ji Yuan.

The latter glanced blankly, and the bright soup in the bowl turned dark red, thick like blood.

The wontons that were torn apart, the meat filling inside was a finger.

"It's a ghost at night!"