Chu Ci suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming from behind, and couldn't help but shudder, and his skin got goosebumps.
Looking around, he found nothing unusual, and Chu Ci was a little surprised.
Why do I have a bad feeling? Is it his misunderstanding?
"God?"
At the same time, Yang Yu also raised his head and looked at the sky in surprise.
He also heard the conversation between the two people in the Burning Sun Temple just now. It seemed that the gods appeared and scared them away.
But wherever he could see with his naked eyes, the sky was clear and the air was clear, and he saw nothing.
"What bad luck! Jiuge City actually has gods. If I had known it, I would have changed cities."
Yang Yu snorted coldly and took Qing Falcon back to the house.
Chu Ci in the dark:......
Did the gods eat your rice?!
The majesty of the gods just now was created by him, and he had a chance encounter with the young man, so naturally he would not let the young man fall into danger.
It's a pity that the young man doesn't appreciate it. He doesn't seem to have a good impression of gods or temples.
But Chu Ci has gotten used to it. Over the years, he has not seen any weird followers, they are just ungrateful.
But it was the green falcon that made Chu Ci care more. The last time he saw the boy, there were only ordinary birds around him, but this time it was replaced by a monster, and it was a ferocious monster like the blue falcon.
This made Chu Ci a little hesitant, wondering whether to drive Qing Falcon away.
Green Falcon is quite aggressive, and if left unchecked, it may harm ordinary people.
Under normal circumstances, Chu Ci would have driven Qing Falcon out of the city without hesitation, but recalling Qing Falcon's behavior just now, Chu Ci was a little undecided.
Judging from the performance just now, the relationship between Qing Falcon and Yang Yu is unusual. It seems to regard Yang Yu as its master. Without Yang Yu's order, Qing Falcon will not actively attack people.
This green falcon does not have the ferocity of ordinary monsters.
In addition to Yang Yu, there is also his sister and mother in this house. Although these two people were not here just now, the house has the atmosphere of their lives. Nothing happened to these two people and Qingshun for so long, which is enough.
This shows that the ferocity of the Blue Falcon has been restrained.
Of course, there is another reason. From Yang Yu's behavior just now, we can see his feelings for this blue falcon, and Chu Ci is a little reluctant to do it.
"Let's observe it for a while."
Chu Ci finally chose to give Qing Falcon and the boy a chance.
He has memorized Qingshun's demonic aura. As long as there is any abnormal movement in this demonic aura, he will immediately discover it and rush over. Otherwise, he would really not dare to let Qingshun live in a human city.
Next, Chu Ci continued to observe Qing Falcon. To his relief, Qing Falcon was really well trained by Yang Yu. He rarely even left the house and stayed on the young man's shoulder to sleep all day long. After a period of time, Chu Ci finally relaxed and concentrated on doing his own things.
I play with Xiao Pu every day, search for commissions in nearby cities on the dark web, go to the God of Cookery shop to hug the lap of a rich woman, and occasionally respond to the prayers of believers. My life is quite leisurely and fulfilling.
One month later.
In a dark room, four people were sitting at a table.
These four people are all high school students, wearing school uniforms, two boys and two girls.
On the table in front of them, there was a puppet with black circles painted on its body.
The taller boy among them glanced at his watch and said, "It's time."
The slightly shorter and quiet girl hesitated and said: "Are we really going to try this altar ceremony of unknown origin?"
"Why are you still talking about this now? Don't you want to see what the gods look like?" The tall boy was a little excited.
"I want to see you, but shouldn't we pray at a regular altar? I'm afraid something might happen to this kind of altar without any guarantee."
Another boy with a crew cut shook his head: "The altar building ceremony can only be done in the temple. We don't have a temple in Jiuge City. I don't want to go all the way to a temple in other cities. To say the least, even if we want to go, our dad
Mom will definitely not let me."
"Besides, the methods of building altars in the temple cost money, let alone the money. The only methods we ordinary people can get are the elementary altar methods, which basically cannot attract gods. The more advanced methods can only be used by temple believers or people related to the temple.
Get."
"That's right." The tall boy agreed: "And I heard that in order to learn the altar method, you have to let the priest of the temple transfer the altar knowledge into your head. Otherwise, you can't learn it. It sounds terrible. I
I don’t want to learn that stuff.”
"Then this altar may not necessarily be able to attract gods." Wen Jing girl is still a little worried.
"Anyway, there's no loss in trying it. You see, it doesn't require many materials, just a puppet." The last girl with a ponytail said with a smile: "I actually think that this altar method may be better than the temple method.
It’s even more reliable.”
Seeing this, the Wenjing girl couldn't continue to refute, so she had no choice but to nod.
"Then let's get started."
The four people reached out their hands in unison, pinched the limbs of the puppet, then closed their eyes and recited a prayer silently in their hearts.
The room was quiet, nothing happened.
After a while, the girl with ponytail slowly opened her eyes and looked around cautiously. When she saw that nothing happened, she was immediately discouraged and muttered: "What, there's not even a breath of wind."
The boy with a flat head also opened his eyes: "It seems that it failed. Sure enough, gods are not so easy to see."
"Perhaps this altar method is fake in the first place. It is probably a prank by others. I said that the altar method is not so easy to obtain. Normal people can't even write it." The tall boy's face was full of disappointment.<
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Girl Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "If you fail, you will fail. My dad will take me to the temple next month to see if there is a chance to find a priest to let me accept the knowledge of the altar. Then we will try again.
."
"That's all we have to do." The other three sighed.
The ponytail girl was about to move her stiff fingers, but found that she couldn't take back the hands holding the puppet's limbs, and exclaimed: "I can't take my fingers off anymore!"
"Mine too!"
"My fingers seem to be stuck on it. Did one of you put 502 on it?"
"Idiot! No one would do this, otherwise they would get themselves into trouble!"
Everyone panicked. Their fingers seemed to be integrated with the puppet's limbs. No matter how hard they tried, they could not pull them out.
Just when everyone was about to call for help, they felt a stinging pain in their fingers, and then they were pleasantly surprised to find that their fingers could be retracted!
"Ah! It's bleeding!"
After taking their hands back, everyone was shocked to find that their fingers had been pricked with a small cut, and blood flowed out from it and condensed into a small blood drop.
"This puppet has thorns on it?"
"It shouldn't be. I checked before and there were no wooden thorns."
Everyone looked at the puppet in surprise. At this time, a horrifying scene happened.