"My name doesn't matter, just mention Xia Wu's disciple."

Shu Ange didn't mean to sign up for his surname, and Zhao Tengfei didn't force it. He secretly swore in his heart that he must repay his kindness and incense Xia Wu every day.

After leaving the source community, it was already half past ten.

The subway was suspended at half past eleven, and there was plenty of time.

The shadows of the trees are waving, the cold wind is bleak, and the wild cats are shuttling through the bushes with their green eyes open.

Xia Wu stared at Shu Ange's back, and his heart swelled with an indescribable feeling.

"Why are you so dedicated to helping me?"

Shu Ange turned his head, and his eyes, which were as clear as a deer, flowed with a moving light.

"As a devout believer, you are my only faith."

Xia Wu's heart moved slightly, the tips of his ears turned red, and he coughed calmly.

"The deity understands your intentions, and I will protect you. You should not work too hard to develop believers, and with the ability of God, I am afraid that there will be no believers. ”

Xia Wu is still very confident in accepting believers, thinking that he had a miracle back then, attracting all the people to kneel and worship, and there were temples everywhere to worship her.

Although the times have changed now, as long as he puts some effort into it, he is not afraid that he will not be able to attract believers.

"Lord Xia Wu, haven't you noticed yet, this is the era of the end of the law, and many things are different from the past. Jinni...... Disappearing, whether it is sealed in a certain space, or sleeping in the divine realm, everything is unknown. ”

Shu Ange stopped, picked a small sprig of osmanthus, looked up at the moon, and there was a little more melancholy in his eyes.

It's not that Xia Wu doesn't understand, but he just doesn't want to believe this fact.

The fragrant aroma of osmanthus made him a little edified. Xia Wu stood beside Shu Ange and put his white jade hand on her shoulder.

His sudden intimate behavior made Shu Ange a little confused, she looked back at Xia Wu, and Qing Lingling's eyes were like a clear stream.

"How do you know this, who you really are?"

Xia Wu's eyes were full of inquiry, and Shu Ange smiled faintly after looking at him for a long time.

"You know best who I am."

She held Xia Wu's hand with a gentle and firm expression.

"Target person's opinion +7, current opinion 48."

Xia Wu withdrew his hand from Shu Ange's palm, and said with a serious expression: "The deity knows your mind, but there is a difference between you and me, so let's let go of the obsession in my heart." The avenue is boundless, the heaven and the earth are vast, and painstaking cultivation is the right way to step through the void as soon as possible. ”

“？？？”

Shu Ange was puzzled at first, and after thinking about what Xia Wu had just said, he smiled with his fist to his lips, and walked briskly towards the gate of the community.

"Lord Xia Wu, the subway is about to stop, let's go."

Her back was as light as a pigeon, and Xia Wu's palm still had a trace of warmth, and a different feeling poured out in her heart again.

What is Shu Ange's identity, Xia Wu has thought about it many times.

She is very mysterious, and even gives him the illusion that her identity is even more bizarre than his own.

In a fast-paced city, time always flashes by inadvertently.

In the Li family's villa, Li Rongyuan lay on the bed in pain and let out a terrible scream.

He was shirtless and barebacked, with a dense grimace on it.

The grimaces scrambled to swell, their mouths crooked and crooked.

Li Rongyuan's mother, Song Jiao, had a pale face, endured nausea, and threw the plucked white chopped chicken on her son's back.

The white chopped chicken, which was still full of blood, was torn and eaten by more than a dozen huddled grimaces before it fell.

This is the second time Song Jiao has seen such a terrible thing grow on her son's back, and the last time the entire Li family was shaken.

They used all the connections they could to find the master of the Xuanmen who could solve this thing.

The sound of those grimaces chewing raw meat sounded very terrifying, and Li Rongyuan's face softened a lot.

When the ghost face sores are eaten closely, his pain will be partially relieved.

Li Rongyuan turned his head sideways and looked at Song Jiao, with layers of sweat on his forehead.

"Mom, help me, find Master Yuan. I beg them, I'm willing to pay as much as I want. ”

This time the ghost sores were even more ferocious than the last time, and in less than a week, they developed to the back all over the place.

Last time, Li Rongyuan remembered very clearly, it took half a year before his back was completely covered by the Ghost Face Gu.

At that time, Yuan Qiying had already taken the Li family's order and went to Nandao Village, his hometown in Liuxi, to help him solve the catastrophe of his life.

Song Jiao's hands were trembling all the time, knowing that it was her own son lying on the bed, she still had the urge to run away.

The ghost sores were so horrible that if she had such a bunch of things on her, she would rather die immediately.

"Rongyuan, my mother has already figured out a way to contact Master Yuan. But according to Master Yuan's disciples, he was in a certain mountain in the southwest, cut off from the outside world. ”

"Ah, it hurts, then ask Master Yuan's disciples to come over. Mom, I hurt so much, I hurt so much! ”

After eating the raw chicken, the ghost face squirmed more violently than before, and Li Rongyuan let out an even more terrible cry.

"Son, I'll contact Master Yuan's disciples, you have to hold back, hold back."

"Mom, feed them raw meat, hurry, I can't help it."

Li Rongyuan is a person who cherishes his life, and what he fears most is death. But when the Ghost Face Gu was in full swing, he wanted to kill himself immediately by gritting his teeth.

In order to prevent himself from committing suicide because he couldn't bear the pain, Li Rongyuan bit down on the rubber rod placed next to his pillow.

On the supernatural forum in Dongning City, many new posts have suddenly appeared recently.

In the past, people who loved to make up stories, liked to share various Taoist talismans, and people who had the experience of hitting ghosts were active in it.

Most people go to the forum just to have fun, but during this time, there are suddenly many more wishing posts on the forum that seem very real.

"Kneel down and thank the mountain god Xia Wumen, and relieve my bad luck!! 》

"Tears Run! The bad luck that has been pestering me for more than 20 years has finally been lifted, and from now on I will be a believer in the mountain god Natsugo! 》

"100,000 thanks to the mountain god Xia Wumen for saving my daughter who was disturbed by a ghost. 》

There are many similar titles, at first everyone thought it was a prank, and some people were suspicious, and there were various comments under the post.

"Big brother, I'm alone in the entire forum, and there is no future for developing cultists here."

"Dude, just take your own curse, it's not good to move out of your daughter, right?"

"Upstairs, how do you know that the landlord has a daughter, maybe the landlord only has a son."

"Recently, I clicked into the forum.,I can always see posts related to the mountain god Xia Wu.,Are there any friends in the altar who tell me.,Is it really that effective?"

The things of gods and ghosts do not come to themselves, and there are few people who believe in them.

But those who are really in trouble, even if they encounter a glimmer of hope, will try to seize it.

Shu Ange was sipping melon seeds while browsing the forum, and she had to take the initiative to take orders before.

Recently, after receiving a few small orders, more and more people have asked her for help in private messages.