Temple of Decay.

Zhang Shuiying's face was already covered with tears of sadness.

"Oh my God, why do you do this to our family"

"What the hell am I doing wrong?"

"On the day Sissi disappeared, there were seven days left before Sissi's birthday."

"I also told my daughter that I wanted to buy her a great birthday present, and she turned to me and smiled at me and said, 'Mommy doesn't have to waste it.'"

"Unexpectedly, that smile was the last time my daughter smiled at me"

"Originally, today was Sissi's eighteenth birthday, and our family could have happily helped our daughter, but for the eighteenth birthday, it was supposed to be ......."

Ximen Shuai listened to Zhang Shuiying's narration silently, and couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, because he remembered his own experience and his aunt who was washed away by the water.

At this time, a lot of tourists had gathered around, and they all made a sound, all of them were quietly listening to Zhang Shuiying's narration.

Looking at everyone's expressions, everyone was affected by Chen Qianqian's misfortune, just like the drizzly sky outside the temple, but no one blamed Zhang Shuiying for ruining their interest in playing.

After a long time, Zhang Shuiying was probably tired, and Ouyang Feng secretly ordered Ximen Shuai to send her back to learn some information by the way.

After Zhang Shuiying and Ximen Shuai walked away, the people who had just watched in the temple exploded, many of them were outsiders, and they had not heard about it, and they were all asking about the people around them.

Some of the people in Temple Town knew about it, and they began to talk about it.

"Ah, that girl is really unlucky, how handsome she is, she was killed like this" A mother with a small child was very sad for Chen Qianqian's misfortune.

"When I went to school on the day of my daughter's disappearance, she met me and called me 'Hello uncle', hey~" An old man looked very bad.

"I originally wanted to introduce one of my nephews to Sissi as a target, but it's a pity, it's a pity."

"As far as your nephew's virtue is, who of us in the West District doesn't know, and still wants to marry a girl and dream?"

"Didn't you say that Chen Qianqian was killed by the ghost of Xiucai in the ancient well?"

"Nonsense, that girl must have been harmed"

"Hard to say, hard to say"

Everyone began to talk about it.

Ouyang Feng, who was in the statue of the god of decay, listened to everyone's narration, although there were different accounts of Chen Qianqian's unfortunate death, but there was one thing that everyone said the same.

That is, the girl Chen Qianqian is not only pretty, but also very filial, very good at studying, respectful to the elders, especially helpful, and is a rare good girl in the new era.

Ouyang Feng in the Wood Statue of the Declining God was very uncomfortable, and he felt that there was a big stone pressing down in his heart, which was very heavy, and he was very sad, why couldn't his spiritual power be a little stronger?

Because the location of the Temple of Decay was close to the eastern area of Temple Town, Ouyang Feng's spiritual power could not be extended to the western area, so Ouyang Feng regretted that his spiritual power had grown too slowly.

In fact, even Ouyang Feng's spiritual power can be extended to the Western District, and it may not be able to stop crime, because Ouyang Feng can't scan his spiritual power in a large range at any time.

Although he knew this, Ouyang Feng's heart still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, like knocking a melon seed with worms.

Listening to these people's narratives, Chen Qianqian is really a good girl in a thousand, but after all, this is what I heard, Ouyang Feng has not seen it with his own eyes, it is a rumor, how much water is there in the rumor?

So Ouyang Feng now has a strong curiosity to find out if this unfortunate girl Chen Qianqian is really that good.

......

Because of the rainy day, it got dark much earlier, and the tourists had already dispersed, and the temple of the Decay God closed early.

However, there is still candlelight in the temple.

Ximen Shuai was still in the temple and did not leave.

"Lord Decaying God, I learned that this Chen Qianqian has a really good reputation among the neighbors, and the neighbors all regret Chen Qianqian's misfortune......

Ouyang Feng saw and heard through Ximen Shuai's narration, and his curiosity about this Chen Qianqian increased a little, and he began to have the idea of helping this girl find out the real murderer.

If it were someone else, Ouyang Feng might not have this idea, after all, there are many people who have accidents every day and are unfortunate, if everyone had to help, then he still had his life to live, and he would have died of exhaustion.

But this Chen Qianqian's situation reminded Ouyang Feng of his sister and felt pity, besides, this Chen Qianqian's character is very good, and it is worth Ouyang Feng's help to settle grievances.

But it's inconvenient to move by yourself, although your spiritual power can scan most of the Temple Town, it's only half of it, and the western area is not within the scope of Ouyang Feng's spiritual power scanning.

Moreover, the soul can't get out of the decaying god wood statue now, which makes Ouyang Feng almost become a wood.

How is this good, do you want to use a car to pull your own wooden statue of the decaying god and run to the west of Temple Town?

This is too inconvenient, and besides, if the pilgrims find that the statue of the decaying god of the temple is missing the next day, there may be some kind of chaos.

This is also to blame for Simon Shuai's rapid development of believers, and believers are also persistent, if they find that the statue of the declining god is gone, they will be crazy.

This made Ouyang Feng feel like he was in a happy bathtub, enjoying the taste of pain, which was very contradictory.

"It would be nice if I could fly, if I could fly, I would be much freer, I don't have to stay in the temple of decay every day, as long as I fly back before dawn," Ouyang Feng muttered in his heart.

The word "fly?" inspired Ouyang Feng.

I can use my spiritual power to make objects or people fly, so why can't I let my decaying god wood statue fly, the wood statue flies, isn't it flying by itself?

Although science is opposed to theology, there are some things that are common, just like men and women are different in nature, but they both have one head and two legs.

Ouyang Feng asked Ximen Shuai to stand far away first, so as not to hurt him.

Ouyang Feng began to exude spiritual power, and slowly used his spiritual power to wrap his declining god wood statue.

No response?

There was a reaction, and with a bang, the statue of the god of decay fell, and all the tributes on the altar fell to the ground.

This frightened Ximen Shuai, what's going on, this can't be a declining god convulsions, haven't you heard of gods also having convulsions? But it's hard to say, that Monkey King Monkey King often has convulsions.

Bang dang, bang dang, the two incense burners smashed the decaying god wood statue into the air, but the one in the middle had a small grass, oh, the incense burner that was already a big grass was fine, this was the result of Ouyang Feng's deliberate avoidance.

Ouyang Feng, who had fallen a few times, was finally able to smoothly control the balance of the Decaying God Statue, which was even more difficult than riding a bicycle before.

Ximen Shuai watched the statue of the decaying god finally stop, and it was still floating about half a meter in the air, and his god energy moved, alas?

Ouyang Feng saw that he was finally able to fly, and the excitement was needless to mention, even more excited than when he used the Rush Talisman.

This is a matter of course, Ouyang Feng has been making wooden statues for a few months, and now he can fly, such a big psychological contrast, of course, he is very excited.

instructed Ximen Shuai to tidy up the offering platform. I controlled the temple door to open, and with a bang~, it was gone.

There was a sound of something crashing in the distance, and what was the sound of impact? Ximen Shuai wanted to clean up the messy offering platform, so he didn't know.

Do you know?

To be continued

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