The Recovery Of Terror: Signing In From Being A City God

The old man spat out blood.

He looked around, and the ghost aura pervading the village was slowly dissipating, and he eliminated the ghost that had harmed more than 300 people.

"Revenge for you." His mouth moved slightly, but he said it silently, as if he had no strength, and the strength of his panting was gradually decreasing.

Rumble——

The roar of the helicopter's propeller rang in the old man's ears.

There are many military helicopters flying in the sky, and they are descending, blowing away the gray mist covering the village, and the old man's clothes are swaying with the propeller wind.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground appeared one after another, and one by one the tyrannical ghost masters jumped directly from the plane. These were the supporting ghost masters. There were five A-levels and eighteen B-levels. The lineup was extremely strong.

"Old Zhu!"

When they came down, they saw Elder Zhu's figure, his face changed drastically.

Everyone rushes quickly.

"Quickly open the heart-strengthening ghost potion." Sun Zhong, the leader of the ghost master, roared. He checked the old man's body with anxiety on his face.

Zhu Lao is the pillar of the country, and there is only one of the three S-level powerhouses in Longguo. He has a special device on his body, which is an instrument specially designed to detect the breath of life. Send the signal to the headquarters, and send people to support as soon as possible.

Mr. Zhu had triggered the instrument three times before, but this time, Sun Zhong found that Mr. Zhu was much more serious than he imagined.

Zhu Lao is going to die...

Sun Zhong's heart was trembling, he found out that Zhu Lao's breath was very weak, he didn't expect this to be the case at all.

You must know that Mr. Zhu has incense ash on him, and he was given a special 'guard card' by the Yin Division of the City God's Hall.

Why is this happening!

Sun Zhong didn't understand what kind of ghost Mr. Zhu had encountered.

"Mother and child twin ghosts." At this moment, a voice came from Zhu Lao's mouth. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he grabbed Sun Zhong's wrist. A female ghost, and a little baby ghost, record the files......."

His voice was weak, and he was slowly and methodically talking about the ghost incident he encountered this time, asking Sun Zhong to write down what kind of ghost he was facing and make a good record.

"Mr. Zhu, stop talking." Sun Zhong's face changed, and at the same time, someone behind him opened a special box and took out a blue medicine needle.

After one injection, Mr. Zhu's complexion did not improve.

"...The town house card is in my hand, I didn't lose it, put it away, although it is a town house brand, but it has a miraculous effect when it penetrates into the ghost's body." Zhu Lao was talking, regardless of Sun Zhong telling him to talk less, His mouth was still saying what he wanted to say. He explained everything he had encountered clearly, and he also told what he had discovered. In the end, his panting became heavier and more urgent, as if he was eager to tell what he had discovered.

After saying this, he paused, and finally finished all the content to be explained.

The old man looked at Sun Zhong and the others with deep relief in his eyes, but he soon felt reluctant and unable to let go.

He doesn't want to cover his eyelids, he wants to persist, he doesn't want to die, the country will lose an S-level ghost king after his death, in an era when there are more and more ghosts, how can he let "393" let go.

"Old Zhu."

Sun Zhong's eyes were red, he turned his head to look at the person behind him, "Give me the ghost medicine to strengthen my heart, and give me another shot."

He found that the medicine was useless, and Zhu Lao's aura was still weakening.

Others wanted to use ghost energy to help Mr. Zhu, but they found it was useless. They thought of some methods, but they found that none of them worked.

"Minister, if Mr. Zhu is going to die, is there any other way for Team Leader Wu? Is there any way to save Mr. Zhu?" An A-level ghost master leader watched Sun Zhong inject the third ghost potion, feeling anxious , inquire about direct-connected headquarters communications.

Researchers at Ghost Rider headquarters observed all this through equipment.

"Method, method..."

Team leader Wu looked at the old man on the screen with an anxious expression, pacing back and forth, he couldn't think of a way, Mr. Zhu's internal organs were gone, and his body could survive until now completely supported by ghost energy

How to do?

The other researchers had sweat on their foreheads. They were thinking of ways to retrieve available information and think of ways. The same was true for the professional ghost master doctor over there.

"Take the ghost potion to strengthen the heart, give it first, let people continue to adjust the ghost potion, and make sure Mr. Zhu persists." The minister gave an order.

A potion costs tens of millions of dollars, but he doesn't care about the consumption at all, Mr. Zhu must not die.

"Minister, it's gone, there are only three."

Sun Zhong said in a trembling voice.

The medicine box I brought over is empty. This is all the reserves. The medicine needles are difficult to make, and there are very few reserves in the country. There are three here, which is already a very large amount of preparation.

The minister's face was pale, and he looked at Team Leader Wu.

Team leader Wu covered his head with his hands, lowered his head and thought about it. He was thinking of a way, thinking of a way to save Mr. Zhu.

"Tune the supernatural thing in the past, use ghosts to save Lao Zhu's life, no, no, Lao Zhu's body can't hold on now, if he can't save him, there may be an S-level ghost incident, damn it, damn it, my brain Why can't I think of a way..."

Mr. Zhu is dealing with a ghost incident where there are two S-level ghost kings!!

What does the ghost king represent?

Every S-level event represents a catastrophe.

There are only three S-level ghost king ghost masters in the entire Dragon Kingdom, how terrible is such a ghost event?

If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Zhu's life was not in danger, the headquarters would definitely be shaken by this incident, and countless orders to face this ghost incident would be issued, affecting tens of thousands of people.

Mr. Zhu was able to solve this ghost incident because of Mr. Zhu's strength. It was Mr. Zhu who carried the incense ash from the Town God's Temple and the town house card on his body. It was also because of the background of the Ghost Control Bureau that he was able to solve it so "easily". A terrifying double-S-level evil ghost event that has never appeared in history.

Suddenly, Team Leader Wu had an idea, and he immediately shouted, "Take Mr. Zhu to the helicopter and go to Cangshi!"

As soon as these words came out, no matter whether it was the people here in the headquarters or the people over there, their complexions changed, and everyone understood the meaning of Team Leader Yuguo.

"Will City God's Hall save Old Zhu?" someone asked.

"I want to try." Team leader Wu said in a low voice, he looked at the minister, "Minister, Sun Zhong and the others will send Zhu Lao there, and Cangshi will also send people to the Town God's Temple."

"doing what?"

"I beg Lord Chenghuang to save Old Zhu's life.

 …

Beside Mulou Village, East District, Cangshi City.

Pedestrians were walking on the street leading to Chenghuang Temple, when suddenly they heard the roar and horn of a car approaching fast.

"Um?"

Many people looked at the car in surprise.

Someone was about to cross the street, was taken aback by this situation, and quickly retreated.

"Fuck, the car is driving so fast, what do you want to do?" Some people were dissatisfied, but soon realized that something was wrong, the license plate... was an official license plate.

"Is it an official brand? If you drive so fast, you won't be afraid of being reported and just take it away?"

"I don't know. Could something have happened? Where is he going?"

Several young people muttered.

The car passed by and stopped in front of the gate of the Temple of the City God, and Wen Hongwen's figure rushed out of the co-pilot and rushed into the temple.

Wen Hongwen looked anxious.

He didn't care about other people looking at him suspiciously, and stepped over the gate of the temple.

Go straight into the temple.

At this moment, his pace slowed down, looking at the statue of An Yuyuan placed in the middle of the temple, Wen Hongwen's eyes were red, his legs were kneeling on the futon, and he kowtowed loudly.

"Master Chenghuang, on behalf of the Bureau of Controlling Ghosts, I beg you to help, please save Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhu Nianyi..." Wen Hongwen begged, whispering softly, his voice trembling, he did not know Mr. Zhu , but as long as you are a ghost master in the ghost master bureau, you will be familiar with it, he is a respectable old man!

He became a ghost master at the age of 20, and his family was killed by ghosts. From that day on, he has been fighting against ghosts all his life. He is one of the four founders of the Bureau of Ghost Control, three of whom are He is an ordinary person, and only he is a ghost master. It can be said that he is the first ghost master of the Ghost Control Bureau, and he is also the representative of the ghost masters of the Ghost Control Bureau.

His existence has always given ghost masters hope to fight against ghosts.

He is like a bright light, always shining on the road ahead of the ghost masters, resisting too many dangers for the ghost master bureau and the entire Dragon Kingdom.

Mr. Zhu, Zhu Nianyi has dedicated his whole life to the Ghost Control Bureau. In his eighty-year career as a ghost control, he has solved thousands of ghost incidents. Among them, the S-level ghost incidents that appeared in the Dragon Kingdom were solved by him. No one is intact, he is the hero of the Dragon Kingdom, the strongest pillar of the Dragon Kingdom, and the spiritual symbol of the ghost masters of the Dragon Kingdom Ghost Control Bureau.

There are three S-level ghost masters in Longguo, and the other two S-level ghost masters will respectfully say "Old Zhu" when they see Mr. Zhu, "calling themselves students.

Mr. Zhu has brought thousands of disciples in his life. His existence is a symbol of Dragon Kingdom's prosperous martial arts. He is also the most experienced ghost master in the world. When it comes to Zhu Nianyi, they are all silent. There was once a S-level ghost master from another country who said that if Zhu Nianyi does not fall, the world still has hope, and it is not yet the most dangerous era.

His existence has not only affected the Dragon Kingdom, even in other countries, there are ghost masters who respect him, and there are ghost masters who are his disciples.

Zhu Nianyi loves his country and hopes that there will be no more ghosts in the world. Whenever a ghost master asks him a question, he will answer and teach him carefully. No matter who the other party is, this is a respectable old man. The cheap-talking Xingguo ghost masters must shut up, the silent old man.

He stood on the road against the ghosts, he was at the forefront of that road, and watching his back was always so reassuring.

There are two ghost masters that Wen Hongwen admires the most, one is his teacher Lin Zhengfa, and the other is Zhu Nian, who is also respected by all those who drive ghost games to ghosts.

Now, he is going to die. Hearing the news, Wen Hongwen couldn't keep calm, and after receiving an order from the superior saying that he is the closest to the Town God's Temple and asking him to come and beg the City God to save Old Zhu, he rushed over immediately , the speed soared to the highest.

"Bring him here."

Just as Wen Hongwen was speaking, there was a voice echoing in the ear.

In an instant, Wen Hongwen's kowtow stopped, and he had a look of astonishment on his face. This cold voice... was not the voice of the City God.

He will never forget the voice of City God in his life, it is a kind of gentleness, a kind of indifference, different from this voice, this voice is different, cold and deep.

Look around.

Wen Hongwen saw around the temple, and the pilgrims looked at him in amazement, as if they were curious about this young man who kowtowed piously, and also wondered if he had encountered any difficulties, his eyes were red and tears were streaming down, they exchanged In the discussion dialogue.

Suddenly, Wen Hongwen quickly swept across a place, and his body shook!

The next moment he quickly looked back to another place.

There was a statue there.

It was the statue of Bai Wuchang placed on both sides of the entrance of the temple, a white ghost figure stood there, and the people around him turned a blind eye to his existence.

"Bai Wuchang!"

Wen Hongwen looked there, and then he reacted with joy on his face.

"We will send Mr. Zhu over here, thank you, thank you, Mr. Zhu is on his way to Cangshi." Wen Hongwen whispered excitedly, he was very happy, Bai Wuchang appeared, and the City God meant to help Mr. Zhu , Mr. Zhu is saved!

Without further ado, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the office to call the

message back.

When he picked up the phone and dialed, ready to speak.

Wen Hongwen raised his head and looked at Bai Wuchang's place...he disappeared.

There was no one there.

The Bai Wuchang ghost who stood there just now seemed to be an illusion.

"Where did you go?" Wen Hongwen murmured.

After a while.

Above the border between Cang City and Beiming City.

A military helicopter flew over quickly, making a roar.

"Mr. Zhu, you have to hold on." Sun Zhong hugged Mr. Zhu, and they kept saying similar things to Mr. Zhu along the way, and received two shots of the strong heart ghost potion for Mr. Zhu.

Zhu Lao didn't speak, he was using his own strength to continue his life, not letting himself die, insisting on not letting himself fall asleep.

His breath has become very weak.

The look in his eyes looked gloomy, and he even aged too much all of a sudden.

The face of a dying person is easy to see, it is pale, the muscles are no longer tight, the eye sockets are sunken, and it is full of sickness and death.

If you can see the lights of Zhu Lao's life, it is a cluster of small wicks that have burned out the lamp oil, swaying slightly in the wind, gradually getting smaller, it looks so distressing.

The eye sockets of the others were red, and the emotional ones burst into tears.

In their impression, this venerable old man always had a smile on his face. Although he was a hundred years old, he was as healthy as an old man in his sixties. His hair was combed meticulously. Now

His white hair was messed up, the ordinary T-shirt he often wore was stained with blood, and he was extremely weak.

"It's almost there, it's almost here." Someone looked at the display of their location, they were already at the boundary of Beiming City, and there was a road below, which was the expressway passing through Cang City, next to it

There are still mountains standing.

The helicopter landed and landed on the highway, which is when they changed helicopters.

Sun Zhong picked up Zhu Lao's body, and moved it again.

at this time.

The old man in his arms coughed, and he spat out a big mouthful of blood, which stained the corners of their mouths that had been wiped clean by the old man red again.

"Old Zhu!" Sun Zhong's heart trembled.

He felt that the aura that Mr. Zhu had been holding on to suddenly dropped sharply.

Old Zhu's eyelids trembled slightly, his muddy old pupils looked at Sun Zhong, his lips moved slightly, and he could hear it vaguely, sorry. "

After he finished speaking.

The cloudy eyes reflected the blue sky and white clouds. He was looking at the sky, and there was mist, tears, and pain in his eyes. The pain could not protect the Dragon Kingdom, and the color of life in it was dimmed.

At this moment, there was a cool autumn wind blowing, the old man's scattered silver hair was swaying, and the small flame on the candle that had been holding on to life was extinguished in this wind, dimmed, and the light disappeared.

this moment.

It also means that the "road" that has illuminated the Dragon Kingdom for eighty years and has led thousands of ghost masters in the Dragon Kingdom. The road ahead is dim, and the street lights are extinguished.

Many ghost masters at the headquarters trembled and burst into tears watching the screen projection.

in a

A chubby ghost master killed a ghost, his aura was extremely domineering, like the overlord king among ghost masters.

"Ghost King Tang." A choked trembling voice came from his Bluetooth headset, "Bao Gu left.

Hearing this, the ghost master trembled.

His eyes suddenly looked at the blue and white sky in the distance.

His eyes were red, and the determination in his eyes disappeared.

the other side.

In a dark place, a well-proportioned middle-aged man sat cross-legged in the center.

Just then, someone rushed in.

"Ghost Song King, Mr. Zhu is gone, he is dead." He was crying, choking, and emotionally broken.

The middle-aged man trembled.

There was a terrible ghostly aura, tears and anger in his eyes, "Teacher."

Looking at Mr. Zhu in his arms, Sun Zhong's lips trembled, and the tears he had been holding back all the time burst into tears, and the tears fell.

His body trembled, and he subconsciously hugged this old man who had dedicated decades to the Dragon Kingdom.

Look at each other's faces.

There were tears in those cloudy eyes, and he was still saying sorry before he died, feeling sorry for not being able to persevere, feeling pain, and not being able to protect the Dragon Kingdom.

Sun Zhong was about to collapse, how could this happen.

"Why is this happening?" Sun Zhong trembled, obviously they were just a little short of the way, and they had already reached the boundary of Cangshi.

"Old Zhu."

"Old Zhu.

When the others noticed Zhu Lao's aura, they all collapsed.

This old man guarded China for nearly a hundred years and educated many outstanding ghost masters. He died like this.

Can save him, the city god promised to save him sinisterly.

"Why." Many people cried uncontrollably. They didn't want to accept such a thing. Before he died, the old man said he was sorry.

The people thought that he didn't leave any last words, and the last last words were sorry, the ghost incidents he told with all his strength, and some secrets he discovered, he was still thinking about people until his death.

Such old people were not able to persevere to get help in the end.

The Cangshi ghost masters who rushed over to meet them slowly slowed down, staring blankly at the weeping Sun Zhong and the others, and at the old man in Sun Zhong's arms.

Their minds are buzzing.

"That's not true." Someone whispered.

Sudden.

A cold wind blows in, and at the end of the Cangshi road, there is a hazy mist, and there is a blue glow in it.

Da da

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, from far to near, obviously the footsteps are very slow, but the distance between the footsteps is far away, strange and boundless.

At this moment, everyone including this person heard the voice.

"A person is dead, and his fate is fixed." A white figure appeared in the white mist at the end of the road, and a voice rang out from his mouth.

His eyes were deep, staring at the dead Zhu Nianyi, the mourning stick in his hand was fluttering in the wind, with a desolate, lonely, seemingly lonely soul crying on it

"ARE"

Sun Zhong looked up suddenly, and the next moment he ran over with Zhu Lao in his arms.

"Are you here to rescue Mr. Zhu?" He hugged Mr. Zhu, knelt in front of Bai Wuchang, and looked at him pleadingly with teary eyes.

The others were shocked.

They thought of the fact that the minister asked people to go to Yongrubo Town God's Temple next to Mulou Village to be the first to plead for petitions. Comrade Wen Hongwen said that the Town God's Temple promised to save Mr. Zhu.

Yes, and the person who agreed to speak out was Bai Wuchang.

Everyone looked at Bai Wuchang.

This group of ghost masters who were not afraid of the sky, the earth, and the death who fought against the ghosts knelt down without hesitation.

Bai Wuchang stared quietly at Sun Zhong and the others with his eyes.

There is a smile on his face, exactly the same as the evil and charming face of Bai Wuchang described in the legend, which makes people tremble.

"His fate is over, he can be buried in the boundary of Cang City, and be protected by Lord Chenghuang." There was such a whisper in his mouth.

heard the words.

Everyone trembled in their hearts, and the expectations in their eyes dimmed

But at this time, the second half of Bai Wuchang's unfinished voice came: "Bless you, my lord, the factor can be broken.

The next moment when everyone was stunned after hearing it.

Bai Wuchang looked at the mountains beside the closed expressway.

"Monkeys are here."

His mouth moved and his voice swayed, the sound was very soft, but it became louder and louder, and spread wider and wider, until it disappeared into the mountains.

call

There was movement in the mountains, the treetops swayed, the wind blew, and the flowers and plants fell to one side.

There is thick fog in the mountains.

Boom, boom... The sound of dull footsteps emerged from the nearest mountain, and a tall ancient figure walked out from the mountain wall.

He is three meters tall, has a big beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, is dressed in blue cloth armor, and his skin is slightly red. When he walks, the mountains are dull and swaying, like the roar of a tiger and the cry of an ape.

"What is Master Bai Wuchang calling me for?" Cangshan Monkey blurted out a voice like thunder, and he stood at the boundary of Cangshan and saluted.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the tall figure that appeared.

There was a trance look on their faces.

...Monkey?

They thought of the title of words in Bai Wuchang's mouth.

"Mountain God?" Someone looked at it in astonishment, thinking of the meaning of the word monkey, which is another respectful title for the mountain god.

Bai Wuchang pointed to Zhu Nianyi, "Master Chenghuang has ordered that the monkey move the mountains and gather them in a nearby place and bury him."

hear this.

"Yes." The monkey cupped his hands and looked at Zhu Nianyi.

With a wave of his hand, there was a scent of mountain mud and mud.

The old man Zhu Nianyi's body flew up.

Rumble!

The mountains of Cang City beside the road were soaked in heavy fog, like the fog in the mountains in the early morning, with a click, a piece of land nearby broke open, and a large pit appeared to bury Zhu Nianyi.

The mountains, mud and rocks rolled automatically, forming a large tomb in less than a few seconds.

The vague and confused fog is in the shape of a dragon, the dragon soars into the sky, and there are beautiful mountains and rivers. The picture is amazing. If someone takes it, this picture will definitely be shortlisted for any photography competition.

This is a miracle of nature, and it is also a miracle to see and photograph it.

"Thank you monkey for your help."

Bai Wuchang saluted silently.

In the next second, the smile on his face was even stronger, and he waved the mourning stick in his hand, with white stripes flying on it, and there was an ancient black seal in his hand, which was the seal of the City God.

"Buried in the realm of my Yongru Bo Chenghuang, although he was not born in my realm of the Yin Division of the Yongru City God's Hall, after death he is the soul of my realm. He was born in Dingcang City and was protected by the Lord Chenghuang. Blessed

Open, condense the feng shui of the Cangshan Mountain, borrow the energy of the Cangshan Mountain, my city god is lucky, and bestow the blessing of resurrection after death.

Hoo hoo -

At the end of his words, a heavy aura swayed from the city god's seal, as if an invisible big hand was fiddled with the mystery, and the mourning stick was repeatedly waved from the middle.

The tomb of Zhu Nianyi was trembling.

There are strands of golden light shining through it.

Everything in front of them stunned everyone, especially hearing Bai Wuchang's whispered words, which made everyone lose their minds at this moment.

at this time.

The soil of the tomb suddenly separated spontaneously, and the doctor stood up straight from it.

His eyes closed automatically when he was buried, but now, two seconds after flying out, his eyes suddenly opened.

The turbid eyes that had lost their brilliance in 2.0 at this moment regained their brilliance and the radiance of humanity. In an instant, a ball of gold flew out of the City God's seal.

"You have immeasurably meritorious deeds in this life. Although you are not the spirit of my underworld, Lord Chenghuang sympathizes with talents, changes your household registration, and determines your household registration after death. He ordered me to come here to bless you.

Gongju Cangshan Fengshui to save you, now bless you with twenty years of life, Zhu Nianyi, you can live in the world for another twenty years, this is the Lord Chenghuang's reward for kindness, twenty years later you will enter my Yongrubo City God's Palace,

I am a member of the Yin Division ghosts and gods. "

"Yes."

Zhu Nianyi woke up, looked at Bai Wuchang, looked at the monkey, respectfully saluted each, and answered yes.

"You don't need to worship me, you should worship your lord." Bai Wuchang smiled as before, with the official hat of "make money at first sight" on his head, and looked into the distance.

"Xie Yong Rubo, the city god for rewarding good blessings, thank you Lord Bai Wuchang, thank you Lord Monkey." Zhu Nianyi first bowed respectfully towards the direction Bai Wuchang was looking at, then bowed towards Bai Wuchang, and then bowed to Bai Wuchang.

Bow to the monkey, thank you, there is no sloppy

"Ha ha......"

Bai Wuchang laughed loudly, and he took back the ancient seal seriously.

"Twenty years later, I will come to see you." When he heard this sentence, he immediately nodded to the monkey and sank into the white mist.

there.

The monkey took a deep look at Zhu Nianyi.

He also turned around and walked towards the mountain wall, his body became unreal.

At this moment, the gloomy white mist and the thick fog in the mountains are retracting, as if pressing the reverse button, they shrink and disappear strangely.

a few seconds.

Everything returned to calm.

On this section of the expressway, Zhu Nianyi felt a lot of energy in her body, because of the shock suppressed by thanking her, she couldn't suppress it at this moment.

Others also have a dreamlike dreamlike feeling.

This is the case with people here.

The same is true for the ministers at the headquarters, group leader Wu, and others.

"Death and resurrection, the power of gods..."

The minister couldn't believe it, and the God of Medicine murmured.

The next moment, there were tears of joy and cheers of joy in the room.

"Mr. Zhu is alive, Mr. Zhu is fine."

"Hahaha, long live the City God, the City God is too strong, my God, Mr. Zhu is alive.

"Unbelievable, incredible."

The room instantly became noisy, filled with joy, sweeping away the haze of a second ago.

In the Temple of the City God.

An Yuyuan placed his hands lightly on his sides, watching a virtuous energy flying from the distant sky, with a smile on his face.

At the same time, on the incense burner directly opposite the door in the temple, cigarette smoke curled up on it, and within three breaths, the smoke suddenly became thicker by three points, and the scent of the incense was even stronger. This means that there are more pious people, and the incense is thicker invisibly.

He noticed this scene.

"Wonderful."

He talked with a warm and moist laugh, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face...

PS: Damn, readers, do you know what I have been through, what have I been through!! Three years, bah, ten hours of revisions, I fucked up, my hair is about to fall out. Readers, take a look at this chapter, how about QAQ, this is the plot I want. .