The person who sent the ghost to cry to the City God Temple was a subordinate of Wu Tingshi's mansion, who seemed to be taciturn and cautious.

The dress is quite clean, but it is very thin, and the height is not very high, and the waist and back are always not straight, so it looks even shorter. Because of the wind and frost on his face, he looks like a middle-aged man and a middle-aged person, and he can't tell the age.

"What's your name?" Devil Cry led the horse after him.

Ahead, the subordinate who led the way replied, "Returning to the lord, it is good to call the little one peace." ”

"Peace. "Ghost crying slightly, this is a common name for the descendants of large families, just like Laifu, Chang'an, auspicious, Ruyi, etc., very auspicious, but these names are always a little awkward on people.

Generally, those with such names are generally slaves for generations and belong to the family. There is never a day to come out, but it is relatively easy to live, but fate is always in the hands of the master, happy and sad.

"Ping'an, why is the City God Temple so remote?"

"I don't know how small it is, but since I was a child, it was very remote there. Ping An replied.

Ghost Cry feels a little bad in his heart, this is a state city, logically speaking, there will definitely be a city god.

However, if the temple is too remote, it speaks for itself, and it is possible that this temple may disappear because of the incense.

Sure enough, the more remote I went, the shorter the houses around me.

Finally, when I arrived at the place, Ghost Cry almost didn't recognize that it was a City God Temple. Instead, it looks like a dilapidated thatched hut where a group of beggars live.

"My lord, do you need me to get them away?" asked in a low voice, although he seemed cautious in front of the ghost cry, but in front of the group of beggars, he was definitely arrogant.

Yes, he is such a villain, because he has been cultivated as a villain since he was a child, and a lot of dirty work needs to be done by him. Once something goes wrong, see if the matter is serious, and if it is serious, he will naturally take the blame.

"No need, you can go. Ghost Cry waved his hand, and Ping An bent down and bowed, turning to leave.

Ghost Cry walked over, and the big black horse followed Ghost Cry, looking left and right with a look of disgust.

It's empty, and it's dirty.

There is garbage everywhere, and you can even see obvious feces and urine in the corners of the walls.

There seemed to be a figure wriggling under several houses that had been crushed by the snow, and it seemed that even if the houses were crushed, there were still people living in them.

The cold wind whined, and it snowed lightly.

The snow is not heavy, but it is cold.

Several people craned their necks and trembled, and when they saw Ghost Cry leading their horses coming, they hurriedly avoided it carefully, or burrowed into the house, or into the alley, or stood against the wall.

Ghost Cry walked into the City God Temple, and a wave of heating hit, accompanied by a foul smell. The ground was covered with thatch, and some beggars cowered by the wall, moaning lowly. Some beggars help each other and pick up lice on their bodies. Some are in a daze, not knowing what they are thinking.

But when the ghost cried in, they all looked at the ghost cry with timidity in their eyes.

The ghost cry was too high and strong in their eyes, and even without the long knife at his waist, it was extremely intimidating.

The big black horse didn't want to come in, so he stayed outside the door, and the ghost cried reluctantly, took a package from the horse's back, and stepped in alone.

One of the strongest beggars in the group cautiously stepped forward, looked at the ghost crying in fear, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Even the strongest of all the beggars, he was not a garbage and only a chin of a ghost crying at his height. At this time, he bowed his head in front of the ghost cry, and he looked even shorter.

"Come to the pillar incense. Ghost Cry looked at the innermost, the broken portrait, a pile of loess, and a few sticks of incense in a mess.

The beggar was stunned for a moment, and then asked cautiously, "Do you want me to avoid it?"

"Not necessarily. ”

The ghost cried, stepped forward, took a stick of incense from the package, set it aside, squatted on the ground, lit it with a flint, and then stuck the incense on the loess.

He looked at the mottled portrait, and as the green smoke curled, the eyes seemed to be more flexible on the old mottled portrait.

Chenghuang is still there, but his life is miserable. Deaf, blind, dumb, and even possible stupid, they can't even show their figures, and they are not far from disappearing. Now, except for a group of beggars, no one remembers him. All he can do now is make this little temple warmer in winter and cooler in summer, and that's it.

Ghost Cry sighed in his heart, stood up, and turned to go out.

"Your package, my lord. The beggar who had been talking to the ghost just now hurriedly shouted.

It's not that he is good at collecting money, he is not a good person, to be precise, several of the beggars in this house are good people, of course, they are not too bad, and they are not too bad at this ability.

In order to survive, in addition to begging, they will also steal, will fight with other beggars, fight, and even kill.

But he still reminded the ghost to cry, not for anything else, just because he was afraid, afraid of the person who was crying.

"This is for Lord Chenghuang. The ghost cried and paused for a moment, and after saying this, he went out.

Seeing the ghost crying away, the beggar was stunned for a moment, turned around, went to the loess mound, and opened the package.

Two flints, a few sticks of incense, and a bag of rice.

It's rice!

A beggar almost screamed in surprise, but his companion covered his mouth stiffly.

They first let one person look outside the door, and the rest of the people hurriedly sacrificed the city god with rice, and then hurriedly hid in the corner and buried it with straw.

These rices are only five or six catties, but they are enough to eat for a long time.

For rice, beggars naturally have the usage of beggars, they will not use it directly for cooking, which is too wasteful, but add a little when boiling the soup, so that the soup is slightly thicker for them is already satisfied.

Out of the City God Temple, the ghost was not in a good mood.

Things are not going well, and although I haven't seen any yokai yet, the situation is not good.

There were a lot of things he wanted to ask about the city god, after all, when it came to youkai, the city god should know much more than the city officials.

But now, this city god is difficult to protect itself, and I am afraid that he does not know as much as an ordinary person.

"Then tomorrow, let's go out of the city and have a look. Ghost Cry made up his mind in his heart: "Just go south and go to Wang Zhipo in the southern suburbs, where you should have something to gain." ”

returned to the inn, arranged the big black horse, and when I got to the room, as soon as I entered the door, I heard a dingdong under the bed.

Devil Cry bent down and took out a wooden box from under the bed, and the sound came from inside the box.

"Ghost cry, ghost uncle, you're back, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore, please be a big man, spare me......"

It turned out that there was a big mouth locked inside.

His mouth was so broken that the ghost finally couldn't hold back it, and took advantage of his inattention, grabbed him and locked him up. Now, presumably Big Mouth has some introspection.