Chapter 76 Hello, My Name Is Erlangshen

In the dead of night, there was no sound everywhere, Ji Fengyan finally finished her job, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at the tall and mighty figure standing in front of her, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Standing in front of Ji Fengyan was a tall man who was more than eight feet tall, but his body was covered with wood patterns, his lips were thinly drawn into a line, and his eyes were dull and dull.

As long as you are not a fool, you can tell at a glance that the handsome man in front of you is basically a doll carved out of wood, but different from the other dolls, this man has an extra one on his forehead. The erect eyes looked a little weird.

The tall puppet stood motionless on the ground, Ji Fengyan touched his chin, looked at the frozen wound on his finger, and frowned slightly.

After she looked around to make sure there was no one there, she used the carving knife she was holding to lightly stroke her wrist.

Blood gushed out, and Ji Fengyan quickly stretched those bleeding hands into the small hole in the man's chest.

Tick-tick, the blood dripped along the trend, sinking into the heart of the puppet, and following it, the dim eyes of the puppet were gradually covered by light.

Ji Fengyan's face turned slightly pale. She looked around, then retracted her claws, put the cover on the puppet's chest back, neatly wrapped the wound on her wrist with a bandage, and dropped it in her mouth along the way. An instant blood-replenishing elixir.

"Old man, my lord, I didn't break the rules you left behind. It wouldn't be a foul for me to use my own blood." Ji Fengyan muttered, and when he raised his eyes again, he met the doll's bright and bright eyes. With deep eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the puppet knelt down on one knee in an instant. The armor that Ji Fengyan pulled out from where it was wearing on its body made a series of clanging sounds as it moved.

"Meet the master." A hoarse and blunt voice came from the puppet, but his mouth did not open, and the voice came out so naturally.

Ji Fengyan looked at the puppet in front of him with a smile, and after sizing it up for a while, he said, "It's not bad, thanks to the enough aura in Jicheng, even rotten wood has a lot of aura, this shell of yours should be able to use it for a while time."

She didn't know whether she was speaking to herself or to the puppet.

The puppet knelt on one knee without moving, without making a sound.

There was a deep smile in the corner of Ji Fengyan's eyes, and when her eyes fell on the doll's eyebrows, she raised her eyes for a moment, and she smiled and said, "In the future, your name will be Yang Jian, is it clear?"

"Yes." The puppet Yang Jian said in a muffled voice.

Ji Fengyan smiled brighter.

Yang Jian, known as Erlang Zhenjun, also known as Erlang God, has one eye between his brows and can distinguish between ghosts and ghosts. He holds a three-pointed double-edged knife, and his dog screams at the sky. He is one of the most famous gods in the lineage.

If it were in the twenty-fourth century, I'm afraid no one would not know the meaning of this name.

But in this world, there is no god like Yang Jian, so Ji Fengyan can do whatever he wants.

"Yang Jian has it, and he needs a three-pointed double-edged knife. It's best to have a roaring dog." Ji Fengyan glanced around the firewood room. The three-pointed double-edged knife is not difficult to do. Draw a picture , Find a blacksmith to beat 90% of it, but Xiaotiangou...