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

Until his death, An Ziming didn't understand why things developed like this, why he died, there were tears of regret in his eyes, he shouldn't have come here.

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The servants stayed where they were, looking at the scene in disbelief.

Lord Chenghuang really did it. He killed his last generation of descendants with his own hands. This also means that the blood of the Lord has been cut off in this world and will never continue.

An Yuyuan looked at An Ziming's body and closed his eyes deeply.

He doesn't regret what he did.

"My lord..." The servants wanted to say something, but were interrupted by An Yuyuan's hand.

An Yuyuan waved his sleeves, and a piece of white paper transformed by mana appeared and flew into the hands of a ghost, "There are all the evil things he did on it, and the records are clear. Send him to the Ghost Control Bureau and let them To deal with the poor children who were harmed by him, and the tragedy of the two children who were killed by him that have not been investigated, and tell their parents that the murderer will be executed."

Listen to the deep voice of adults.

The errands looked at each other, everyone looked sad, they wanted to comfort the adults, but they didn't know what to do to help.

The ancients already emphasized that there are three kinds of unfilial piety, and having no descendants is the greatest. These eight characters are enough to show that the ancients valued the inheritance of future generations.

Even in this era, with the civilization of the times, the inheritance and continuation of future generations may not be as important as the ancient times, but not many people dare to say that they do not value future generations. They may not feel it when they are young, but when they grow up and experience it, they will know that there are future generations. What an important thing it is.

"Yes, I will obey your lord's orders." The servant who took the paper of guilt said respectfully.

He looked at An Ziming's body.

After a second of silence.

Yin Cha bowed seriously to An Yuyuan, then picked up An Ziming's body and walked out of the Town God's Temple, turning into a free black shadow towards the Ghost Exorcism Bureau.

Holding An Ziming's body, Yin Zhe felt extraordinarily heavy.

The icy color in his eyes that always hung in the parade melted, some were sad and tears, and his hands were trembling. This was the corpse of the last descendant of the adult, which meant that he could not control his emotions.

Others look at each other.

Just as they were about to speak, they were interrupted by An Yuyuan's hoarse voice.

"Go on, you are tired from the tour."

This voice was different from the Wen Hu they heard before, some were low and deeply tired.

see.

The underworld servants were silent, watching An Yuyuan wave their hands, they all saluted An Yuyuan seriously, bowed ninety, turned their heads into the underworld without saying a word.

Thousands of words can't comfort this matter, they chose to let the adults be alone quietly, they don't know how to do this anymore.

"I'm sorry just now, I know you are doing it for my own good, I'm sorry you scolded me."

Just as they turned around, the weary voice sounded again.

The bad guys trembled.

They looked at the figure behind him, looked at his back, the messengers did not speak, and once again saluted An Yuyuan deeply, with tears in their eyes.

"My lord is not wrong." They whispered.

Immediately, they bowed for the third time, turned their heads and left.

They don't want to hear An Yuyuan say 'it's his fault'. The adults are not wrong from the beginning to the end, and it's not him. At the same time, they don't want to say more about this matter, to give adults a quiet space.

An Yuyuan stood in place.

He looked at the place where An Ziming was lying, and the next moment he walked over, bent down and picked up the small fish jade pendant that fell on the ground.

Rub this fish-shaped jade pendant.

This jade pendant is a jade pendant he bought before, and it was given to him by a rich man he once saved. He likes this jade pendant very much and wears it on his body all the time. Later, Anu’s birthday is approaching, and he spends time every day carefully refining this jade pendant. On Anu's birthday, he gave the jade pendant to Anu, and Anu later gave it to Huan'er as a gift for Huan'er's ten-year-old.

"I didn't expect it to be passed down to this era." An Yuyuan rubbed, his eyes blurred, and he murmured in a low voice.

He feels very tired now and wants to sleep, but he is not sleepy.

An Yuyuan walked to the steps beside the incense burner in the temple.

Put your hands on your knees and sit down slowly.

When the wind blows, it is as cool as water.

An Yuyuan looked down at Yu Pei, recalling everything in the past, his eyes became more and more blurred.

He looked up at the night sky tonight, the moon was sparse and there were not many stars, but the moon was very round, very round, which seemed to be the reason why it was close to August 15th, and the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching.

"Anu... If you know what happened tonight, you will scold me..."..." An Yuyuan looked at the starry sky with the bright moon hanging high.

He thought of the past, Anu was protective and doting on children.

In the past, when he wanted to hit Huan'er, Anu would always protect him and scold him, hitting her heart and hurting her heart. Every time he said this, An Yuyuan didn't know how to say it, so Huaner When he did something wrong, he avoided Anu every time, and taught a few naughty bastards a lesson.

Anu is a very traditional woman. She cares about An Yuyuan's offspring very much, and regards this matter as more important than her life. Once she and An Yuyuan couldn't have a child, she was depressed and felt that she was ashamed of An Yuyuan. Let the offspring of An Yuyuan not be able to continue.

She cares about these issues very much and thinks of him.

In this regard, An Yuyuan always comforts her, this is not her problem alone, but she always feels that it is her own problem.

This is why Anu protects Huan'er very much. One is maternal love, and the other is that she has only one son, and if she is not born, what should she do? Sometimes she even persuaded An Yuyuan, if she can't give birth If she comes out, let An Yuyuan marry another one. She can give up her main wife and become a concubine, as long as she can give birth to children and continue to settle down.

Anu really cared about him, because he was thinking about future generations.

"You will definitely scold me."

An Yuyuan talked to himself, mist appeared in his eyes.

He lowered his head and looked at the jade pendant in his hand, his shoulders twitched, and there was a trembling voice in his mouth with sobs, "Anu, did I do something wrong, shouldn't I be so cruel, you obviously care about my child so much... ...My descendants continue, but I put...Anu, am I wrong..."

He cried.

The tears in my eyes couldn't stop streaming down.

Tears couldn't stop falling on the jade pendant held in both hands, hands trembling, tears dripped on the jade pendant, turned into air, it was the tears of the city god, it was the condensation of incense.

got windy.

At this moment in the temple, there was the sound of wind mixed with choked sobbing and crying.

On the steps, that figure sat there with trembling shoulders, so lonely.

The statue of An Yuyuan enshrined with incense, it was smiling, simple and dignified... But at this time, two lines of tears were left in the eyes of the statue, and no one saw it.

Time is passing by little by little.

Cang City Ghost Master Branch Building.

Tonight, the bureau building was as calm as ever, even at night, the lights were still bright.

Mr. Qian, as the ghost master of the sub-bureau, is his turn to be on duty today.

"Mr. Qian." Hu Huimei, the receptionist at the front desk, looked at Mr. Qian who was doing nothing but twisting his body in the future hall, and called with a smile.

"Today is Emi, you are on duty."

After hearing this, Mr. Qian saw Hu Huimei sitting at the front desk.

"So it's not mine, but Xiaoli said she has something to do today, so I'll take her place. Mr. Qian, would you like some milk tea? I just made a cup."

"Okay, thank you. By the way, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. "Are you on duty that day? Do you plan to go back?"

"Yes, the bureau has given us a holiday, and Mr. Qian."

"I won't go back, my home is nearby, haha, I can go back if I want to."

"I forgot, Mr. Qian, you moved here half a month ago."

The two had nothing to do and chatted.

And while they were chatting, a free black shadow came from the sky outside the Ghost Control Sub-bureau building from a distance, and landed quietly at the gate.

After the shadow stopped.

A black figure appeared, standing there holding a person in his hands.

"Huh?!" Sensing the movement at the door, Mr. Qian suddenly turned his head to look over.

In an instant, the pupils contracted.

It can be seen that there is a shadowy figure dressed in a black official robe, he is holding a person, and there is a black spirit of ghosts and gods flowing around his body, and the black energy is lingering around him, "mysterious and terrifying.

...bad!

Mr. Qian's body shook.

Seeing Mr. Qian's actions, Hu Huimei followed her gaze. She covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes flickering with astonishment.

As an employee of the Ghost Control Bureau, everyone knows about ghosts, especially about Town God's Temple and Yin Er.

The Cang City Sub-bureau is the only one in the whole country where everyone in the bureau knows about the Town God's Temple. This situation is naturally because the Town God's Temple is located in Cang City. Regarding the Town God's Temple, the managers in the bureau often talk about it and remind people in the bureau. Pay more attention, don't be surprised when you see ghosts and gods, and act when you see ghosts and gods.

Hu Huimei is full of curiosity about the Yin difference.

Who doesn't have a curiosity about immortals?

Hu Huimei thought about the scene where she saw a bad situation. There are thousands of pictures in front of the picture, but none of them is like the picture in front of her.

"Why did the ghost appear in the Ghost Control Bureau, that person...... who is it?!"

Hu Huimei noticed the person in Yincha's hands.

The picture at the gate was captured by the monitoring room, and all the ghost masters currently in the building were notified immediately.

In a short time, Mr. Qian took three steps and two steps, striding towards the gate, "Excuse me."

Before he could speak, a ghostly voice rang out.

"He, I leave it to you."

He opened his mouth badly.

While speaking, he put An Ziming's body in Mr. Qian's hands.

Mr. Qian took it immediately. He looked at the corpse in his arms and was shocked. He didn't understand what was going on at all. How could the errant send 'him' over in person... Who was the deceased? The errand sent him here.

Yincha rarely comes into contact with the affairs of the mortal world, and I can't imagine what kind of person can make Yinchai appear in the game of controlling ghosts on his own initiative!

"He is the continuation of the last descendants of Lord Chenghuang. When Mr. Qian was thinking about it, a cold voice came to his ears.

"what?!"

Mr. Qian was horrified and looked down at the corpse in his arms.

He felt that the corpse in his hand was so heavy that he almost didn't hug it.

call--

A piece of paper flew over and landed lightly on Mr. Qian's hand, "After reading the paper, you will know why he died and why.

This time, the cold voice of ghosts and gods was a little different from before, with a depressing tone.

Mr. Qian looked down at the paper.

This is………

His eyes widened suddenly.

The crimes were carefully written down on the paper, and the victim's information was told in detail.

"An Ziming...the last descendant of the city god, he died with a lot of evil information...he was personally sent by the underworld..." Mr. Qian had an incredible idea in his mind, and in the When this information surfaced, he vaguely smelled a faint sandalwood fragrance from the paper in his hand, which was very pleasant.

Could it be!

Mr. Qian wanted to prove his point of view, so he looked up at Yin Er.

However, the yin and yang were gone.

"Don't be biased just because he is the descendant of Lord Chenghuang, it's a blasphemy to the Lord." There was a voice in his ear, and Mr. Qian heard it.

The tone trembled slightly.

For a moment, Mr. Qian's head was buzzing, and his thoughts on himself were verified.

Mr. Qian could not be calm for a long time.

Mr. Qian, could this be the City God himself..." Hu Huimei came to Mr. Qian's side, seeing everything in her eyes, and dared not believe it.

heard the words.

Mr. Qian came back to his senses.

He looked at Hu Huimei, "Quick, hurry up and contact the headquarters, contact the minister!"

While speaking, Mr. Qian felt that the corpse was so heavy in his hands.

It was so heavy that he, a B-level ghost master, couldn't hold him.

Beijing City.

Minister's home.

The minister made a cup of coffee and sat in front of the computer, looking at the report on it.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" The minister's wife came over and looked at the sad husband with distressed eyes. She raised her hand and pinched the minister's shoulder, giving him a massage to relax.

"Go to bed later, wait for me to finish this."

The Minister whispered.

Looking at the report in front of him, he raised his head and sighed.

In fact, he had already finished reading this report, or even read it no less than ten times. What he said after reading it was not reading it at all, but thinking about the follow-up of this report.

The report described the matter of An Ziming, the descendant of the City God. Since the investigation of the descendant of the City God, everything about An Ziming began to be discovered, and the intelligence department took over the task.

The huge state machine started to operate, and many things about An Ziming were excavated in detail.

With the excavation, some secrets of An Ziming are difficult to hide. Everything about him has been revealed in the shortest time by the intelligence department at all costs.

It came out, and three hours ago, this report came over, and there was a bloody case written on it.

An unsolved case, An Ziming is suspected to be related to a young boy who was kidnapped and drowned in the river.

Such information weighed heavily on the Minister's heart.

An Ziming has a lot of bad deeds.

jingle bell~

Just then, the phone rang.

"I'm Lu Nian..." The minister answered the phone.

"Minister, An Ziming is dead."

When such a sentence came from the other end of the phone, the minister was shocked.

"What's going on?!" He immediately asked, his whole head was in a daze, the descendants of the City God were killed? Who killed it, damn it... What is this plan to do, to make everything fall into turmoil?!

The minister suddenly felt cold all over.

After checking An Ziming's information, he is very clear about what An Ziming represents, the bloodline of the last descendant of the city god, and now that he is dead, it represents the city god's An family

No blood, no family, no sons, no grandchildren.

The next moment, the minister's face was so gloomy that it frightened people to death, "... who killed it."

"Minister, I have already passed on the information, you will know it after reading the information." The voice from the other side was full of shock.

heard the words.

The minister was suspicious, and the tone was wrong.

Immediately, he clicked on the computer and read the information.

ten minutes later.

Both the minister and his wife sat silently in front of the computer.

Everything about An Ziming was written on the message, and there was another secret of An Ziming that the Ghost Control Bureau hadn't found, a murder case more years ago.

"The errand personally sent the corpse, and the corpse didn't die for a long time..." The minister's wife covered her mouth with her hands, her pupils trembling.

She looked at the minister and had a guess in her mind.

Thinking of this guess, mist appeared in her eyes.

And this guess is also described in the report and noted.

The minister didn't respond, his eyes were flickering with shock, and his heart was full of shock.

He had goosebumps all over his body.

"The city god is kind, he has helped so many people, he has helped Cangshi, and now there are two more cities in Beiming and Nanming... He has done so many things, how could this happen?"

The minister covered his head, and there was an unspeakable sadness in his heart. He was sad for Chenghuang and felt the pain for Chenghuang.

Listening to her husband's words, there were tears in the wife's eyes.

She was right.

At this moment, there were even more tears in her eyes. Just like her husband, there was an indescribable sadness in her heart, and she also had incomparable anger towards An Ziming.

The minister was speechless. He looked at the window, and water droplets splashed on the glass, making a crisp sound.

The next moment, the water droplets on the glass became more and more, it was raining outside.

The weather was not beautiful, and it was drizzling outside.

"Is it raining in Cangshi too?"

The minister looked at the window and muttered for a long time...