In fact, Fang Xin can also have close friends in his current scope of activities, but as a time traveler, he always has a sense of alienation that is difficult to penetrate, and he himself understands this feeling.

One day, he came to a temple in this district, which was the City God Hall.

The Land Palace and the City God Palace followed the divine rule of the Later Earth. It has been prosperous for nearly two thousand years and has become the guardian god of the local area. Until now, many of the ashes towers after the death of citizens have been built in it.

There are relatively many tourists coming to this City God Hall. It is said that it was built in the first year of Da Yanyou and has been around for 650 years. Therefore, the ancient trees around it are towering, most of them are 600 years old and fewer are hundreds of years old. They have been established as a protection unit by the local government.

Later, it was renovated and a garden building was adopted, with the temple as the center, and pavilions, platforms, towers, pavilions, and main halls were of course the city god, but the altar in front of the gods represented Houtu.

When you enter the door, the old trees in the courtyard are shaded by green trees, and you can go up the corridor to the main hall first. At this time, people come and go, although it is not crowded, it is still prosperous. When it is time to put on a turn, a incense stick, pray silently for a moment, and then turn to the back hall. This is actually a spiritual tower. The spiritual tower is divided into hundreds or thousands of grids, and two urns can be placed in each grid, and there are bronze medals, with names and main deeds on it. Family members can come to worship during festivals.

It is said that in this tower, you can rest in peace and receive the blessing of the God of the Land, and be free from invasion of evil spirits.

I happened to meet a girl in gorgeous clothes. She was standing opposite a urn of a spiritual tower, holding a piece of paper sticker (which is cardboard, two short candles and a incense stick) and lit it. She was praying silently, and tears fell down her beautiful face.

The photo on the urn is a young man who looks only in his twenties.

Most of the people who came to worship had a good end, but this situation made people feel compassionate. Everyone nearby looked at her with sympathy and remained silent.

Fang Xin couldn't help but frown. Although the sun was shining on her at this time, there was a hint of cold air and a few black air floating on the urn and the photo.

Fang Xin thought about it and couldn't figure it out. His Yu Ruyi had all kinds of supernatural powers, but now he was not strong enough to do anything for him. After a moment, the girl went out. When she saw it, she found a bag on the ground. She looked a little dazed and forgot to take it.

Fang Xin quickly picked it up, chased after him, turned around the corridor, and found that she had already gotten on the electromagnetic car, started, and ran out quickly. He quickly shouted: "Hey, Miss, you haven't brought your bag yet!"

Although she shouted, the car kept stopping and passed by quickly. Fang Xin saw that she couldn't hear it and was about to breathe, so he gave the things to the temple. He thought about it. He said that at that time, a bus happened to come out of the turn and could not dodge it. The two cars collided into a pile.

The walking pedestrians were stunned at first, and then screamed in surprise.

Fang Xin reacted very quickly. He heard a loud bang and immediately took out Da Lingtong. He directly called the special rescue phone number to explain the address, and quickly called the police station to explain the situation.

The other party said nervously: "Okay, thank you for your cooperation among the citizens. Please report the situation, and we will send someone immediately."

Fang Xin rushed straight up and looked over. His heart suddenly sank. Two cars, one of which was the girl, was already unconscious, and there was another one, not an ordinary bus, but a student car dedicated to transporting primary school students. The driver and the two primary school students were covered in blood, and the other children were so scared that they cried.

Fang Xin hesitated for a moment, rushed straight to the bus, pulled the door hard, and was stuck. He immediately started to breathe, pulled it and roared. With a bang, the door was torn open. Without saying a word, he pulled out the crying child from his car.

At this time, the people around him also woke up and hurried forward, took the children, and pulled them out one by one, and the two injured children were also pulled out.

The driver was covered in blood, clamped in the seat and the steam bag, and lost consciousness, and could not pull it out for a while. Fang Xin's sweat beads suddenly dripped. You know, although there is no gasoline now, there is lubricant, and electrical equipment is also prone to fire.

He shouted: "Who has the advantage?"

A man suddenly realized and quickly threw himself into his sword: "Hold it!"

Fang Xin said nothing, pulled it out directly, and chopped it at the seat belt and air bag. The quality was good. After a few cuts, he actually cut it out and pulled the person away.

The person at the car door hurried up to pick him up, but someone was already pulling the door in another car but was stuck.

"There are Mars, there are Mars!" someone shouted below.

"Everyone help me and tear the door!" Fang Xin knew it was not good when he saw smoke coming out, but he still came forward to drink. Suddenly, several people followed and everyone grabbed the car door.

"One, two, three!" Everyone shouted in unison, the car door was torn apart, and at this time, the electrons were already clattering, and flames were coming out, illuminating several people covered with sweat.

"One, two, three!" The door was torn a little more, Fang Xin rushed over, grabbed the girl, and pulled it out desperately. The flames rushed straight to his face. In an instant, the smell of burning spread around. Once it was pulled, it was dragged out and rolled on the ground. At this critical moment, the car behind him "boomed", spit out the flames and emerged from the car.

Both cars were flammable materials, and the flames were ignited, connected, rolled upwards, and within a few minutes, they rose several meters away, and everyone fled.

At this moment, the ambulance and the police car arrived almost at the same time.

"Ah, the children are brought out, these two children are bandaged quickly."

The first thing the police did was to connect the signal, wake up the driver and ask about the number of children. When the driver said the number of children, he immediately counted it. As a result, he breathed a sigh of relief. Twenty-one children, no more than one.

"Thank you for your bravery and saving so many lives, you can bandage it, and then make a record with me later." The matter was very simple. With the explanation of the people around you, the police quickly understood the result of the matter, so a police officer stepped forward and said.

Fang Xin was not injured, but he used too much force on his hands, peeling and abrasions, and his hair was half curled. At this time, seeing that the reporter had arrived, Fang Xin quickly got into the car and responded: "Okay."

The police were very sensible. Fang Xin received disinfection and bandage in the hospital and recorded the matter directly in the hospital. When Fang Xin expressed his unwillingness to appear publicly and his gratitude to the parents of the rescued child, he readily allowed him to go back. Of course, this is actually impossible to hide, and the electronic system will record the matter.

After walking through several streets, I found a barber shop and prepared to repair the half-burned hair.

As soon as he entered the door, a barber shouted, "Oh, man, what did you do? Your hair is burnt?"

He looked like a young man in his twenties, and Fang Xin smiled: "Come on, man, stop talking, work! I have something to do!"

"Your hair is beyond help, cut your hair a little flat!" The guy looked left and right and said sighing.

"Okay, just cut it!" Fang Xin said helplessly.

At that moment, I cut off all the burnt yellow hair and washed it again, and I felt refreshed.

Looking at the mirror, my hair was only half an inch left, but it looked full of heroism. I felt very happy and I was particularly happy when setting up the tent.

At this time, the sky turned cloudy and water vapor was everywhere. Fang Xin remembered: "The observatory predicted that it would be rainy in the afternoon."
Chapter completed!