A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

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

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

After leaving Tuyuan Community, it was half past ten.

The subway stops at 11:30, so there is plenty of time.

The shadows of the trees swirled, the cold wind was bleak, and the wild cat opened its green eyes and shuttled through the bushes.

Xia Wu stared at Shu Ange's back, and there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

"Why do you want to help me so hard?"

Shu Ange turned back, and in the eyes as clear as a deer, there was a moving light.

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

Xia Wu's thoughts moved slightly, the tips of his ears were red, and he coughed with a pretense of calmness.

"This deity understands your intentions, and I will protect you. You should not be too **** developing believers. With the ability of this god, you are afraid that you will not succeed without believers."

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

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

"Lord Xia Wu, haven't you discovered it yet, now is the end of the law, many things are different from the past. The gods... disappeared, whether they were sealed in a certain space or sleeping in the realm of the gods, everything is unknown. ."

Shu Ange stopped, picked a small sprig of sweet-scented osmanthus, and looked up at the moon with a bit of melancholy in his eyes.

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

The fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus scent made him feel a little taurant. Xia Wu stood by Shu Ange's side and put his pale jade-like hand on her shoulder.

His sudden intimacy 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 are you?"

Xia Wu's eyes were full of exploration, and after Shu Ange looked at him for a long time, he smiled lightly.

"Who am I, you should know best."

She held Xia Wu's hand, her expression gentle and firm.

"The target character's favorability rating is +7, and the current favorability rating is 48."

Xia Wu took his hand out of Shu Ange's palm, and said with a sullen face and a serious expression: "This deity knows your intentions, but you and I are different, so let's put down the obsession in your heart. The avenue is boundless, the world is vast, and painstaking practice will break through the void as soon as possible. That's the right way."

"???"

Shu Ange was puzzled at first. After trying to understand what Xia Wu had just said, he pressed his fist to his lips and gave a muffled laugh, then 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 dove, and there was still a trace of warmth in Xia Wu's palm, and a different feeling surged in her heart again.

Xia Wu has thought many times about what identity Shu Ange is.

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

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

In the Li family villa, Li Rongyuan lay on the bed in pain, making a shrill scream.

He was shirtless and showing his back, with a dense mass of grimace on it.

The grimace were surging, with crooked sharp teeth in their mouths.

Li Rongyuan's mother, Song Jiao, with a pale face, endured disgust, and threw the plucked white chicken onto her son's back.

The Bai Zhan Chicken, still carrying residual blood, was torn apart and eaten by a dozen grimaces crowded into a ball before it fell.

This was the second time Song Jiao saw something so terrifying grow on her son's back. The last time the entire Li family was shaken.

They used all the contacts they could use to find a Xuanmen master who could solve this problem.

The sounds of those grimace chewing raw meat sounded very terrifying, and Li Rongyuan's expression eased a lot.

When the ghost face sore is close to eating, his pain will be partially relieved.

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

"Mom, save me and find Master Yuan. I beg them, I'm willing to pay any money."

This time, the ghost face sores were more ferocious than the last time, and in less than a week, they developed to the full back.

Last time, Li Rongyuan remembered very clearly that it took half a year before his back was completely covered by ghost face Gu.

At that time, Yuan Qiying had already taken the order from the Li family and went to Nandao Village, his hometown in Zhailiuxi, to help him solve the disaster of his life.

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

The ghost face sore is really terrible. If she has such a pile of things growing on her body, she would rather die immediately.

"Rongyuan, my mother has already tried to contact Master Yuan. But according to Master Yuan's disciple, he is in a certain mountain in the southwest and has been cut off from the outside world."

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

After Ghost Miancun finished eating the raw chicken, the squirming was more severe than before, and Li Rongyuan let out a more shrill cry.

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

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

Li Rongyuan is a man who cherishes his life, and his greatest fear is death. But when the Ghost Face Gu was in full swing, he couldn't wait to grit his teeth and commit suicide immediately.

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

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

In the past, people who liked to make up stories, like to share all kinds of Taoist talismans, and people who had hit ghosts were active in it.

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

"Kneeling to thank the mountain **** Xiawu people, relieve me of bad luck! ! ! 》

"Tears ran! The bad luck that has plagued me for more than 20 years is finally lifted, and I will be a believer of the mountain **** Xia Wu from now on! 》

"Thank you 100,000 to the people of Xiawu, the mountain god, who saved my daughter who was disturbed by the ghosts. 》

There are many similar titles. At first, everyone thought it was a prank, but some people were suspicious. The comments below the post were varied.

"Brother, I am the only one in the entire forum. There is no future for developing believers here."

"Dude, let's swear on yourself, it's not good to move out your daughter, right?"

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

"I recently clicked into the forum, and I always saw posts related to the mountain **** Xia Wu. Has anyone on the forum told me, is it really that effective?"

There are very few people who believe in the ghosts and ghosts, unless it is their turn.

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

Shu Ange browsed the forum while eating melon seeds. Before that, she had to take the initiative to take orders.

After receiving a few small orders recently, more and more people privately messaged her for help.