Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 259 Death (22)

Lin Feng pulled out the child, or rather the child's mummy, and dragged him out of the secret passage.

The wind was light.

The body is also very light.

He died of thirst.

Not much weight either.

He should have died after the heavy rain, and everything came from a heavy rain?
In Journey to the West, Master Che Chi still used normal magic to pray for rain.

For a rain.

How did those yin and yang gentlemen do it?

Why are the consequences so severe?

In the villages, there are usually some secret passages, as the last resort.

After all, it's time for people to hide in secret passages in order to survive.

Whether you can find it or not is something that is left behind.

This is just a last-minute consolation, a bet that the other party's time is urgent and they can't care about looking for it.

At this time, Lin Feng had a new understanding of God's income.

That is, the peasant woman probably thinks that God accepts people after it rains and everyone becomes a sacrifice?
In return for the rain.

God accepts people?
If this is the truth, Lin Feng doesn't know what to say.

All the corpses were put together without using sacrificial fire.

He burned the corpses with a very ordinary flame.

The appearance of the corpse did not surprise Lin Feng.

He saw more than one such corpse, all of them were hidden in the secret room. The difference was that in some villages, these corpses were taken away, while in some villages, their corpses were left here.

The fire was raging, Lin Feng put his hands on Nie Ying.

His voice was impeccable.

Gently pinched the seal.

【fa】

【fa】

【fa】

After the seventh grade, his [fa] sound fell evenly on the entire village without a trace of escape.

The wind of the seventh grade can also cover the entire village.

All corners and corners are turned by the wind.

Lin Feng searched for secrets everywhere, but unfortunately, there are no words left here.

It's hard as hell to find a few words here.

In this era, literate people are precious golden bumps.

To support a scholar, at least one poor family is needed.

The family has a field and can study full-time.

This alone can stop most people.

He didn't find traces of tumbling here, nor did he find traces left by the handle of the knife. It seemed that everyone's escape was sudden and well-prepared.

Scared to leave home.

Lin Feng closed his eyes, looking for the soul.

With so many people dead, it is impossible that there are no traces left by their souls.

The old instinct is gone, looking for the soul all the time, and being the guide of the soul.

Unfortunately, there is really no trace of the soul left.

There are also gods, and there are no traces left by the gods here. He has neither found the Kitchen Lord nor the Lord of the Land.

As for the Dragon King Temple, Lin Feng can see it when he stands here and looks towards the top of the mountain.

That temple is the Dragon King Temple.

There is nothing wrong with the Dragon King Temple, otherwise these people will encounter big problems when they beat the Dragon King statue.

He didn't find any god cards or ancestral tablets here.

It's so clean here.

Fan Jin's place doesn't look like a place where living people live.

These dead people, their souls, were all taken away by something, it's hard to say whether it was the underworld.

If we look at it from the world view of [Nanyang Shengxie].

He suspected that the existence of the Yin Division's disconnection and taking away the souls of the dead has absolutely nothing to do with the orthodox Yin Division.

After thinking about this, Lin Feng took out his magic sword and stuck it on the ground, intending to try to seize control of this place!
Save the save point, there is no problem.

Come back when you die.

Just figure out the problem. As for the pause time, he plans to study the photos of Teacher Xun.

Anyway, I promised to shoot other people's videos.

Otherwise, it would be a fatal thing to become a dishonest person.

People cannot stand without faith.

Forcefully insert the dharma sword into the ground.

The magic sword fell into this place, what he didn't expect was that the game didn't remind him, and he didn't encounter any hostility.

The magic sword "falls asleep".

Literally, "asleep", "down".

It has become nothing more than an ordinary thing.

Holding it in his hand, Lin Feng felt that the dharma sword was very strong and connected with his mind, but when it was inserted into the ground, the dharma sword lost contact.

Something is wrong here.

If the magic weapon is used here, it will fall into a peaceful sleep.

What is the magic here?
Lin Feng came to the village with Sangouwazi on his back, and went straight to see the village chief. When the people in the village saw Lin Feng came back alive, they had different expressions.

They all hid behind their houses.

The village in broad daylight is not as lively as it is at night, chickens and dogs hide in the dark, while Lin Feng walks around, the breeze blows his face.

Where dogs occasionally bark, there are only dog ​​bones.

When Lin Feng came, another person was hanged on the locust tree.

No one dared to put her down.

In this scene, Lin Feng raised his head and glanced at the corpse.

Lin Feng didn't move his fingers.

The wind turned into sword energy, causing her to fall down.

He fell to the ground.

this scene.

It looked more like a sacrifice.

Lin Feng pulled the child, no one stopped his movement, came to the door, Lin Feng saw that old black dog glanced at Lin Feng, lying on the ground lazily without moving.

Lin Feng tilted his head to look at it. After a while, it whimpered and ran away with its tail between its legs.

"A dog that eats dead human flesh...should be a femininity."

Lin Feng stared at the dog for a long time, then came straight to the main hall, the old lady was gone.

nobody.

Lin Feng was not surprised.

Lin Feng clapped his hands.

Immediately, the whole village felt that there was a wind blowing in the village today, and countless absent winds came from here to there. The normal wind is east wind or west wind, and there must be a direction after all.

The wind here is different.

The wind here is like a comb, sweeping here over and over again.

What are the benefits of wind?
It can be random, or it can be pervasive. The wind came out from here, passed through the mountain, passed through the door, came to the secret room, and found some strange objects. Lin Feng felt a rolling feeling in his throat. Because he knew it, he understood what these objects were made of. What.

It can be called a bright weapon, it can also be called a dark weapon, and it can even be called a sacrificial weapon.

Some of them also have a lot of dirt on them.

It is yellow soil.

Under these messy cellars covered with farm tools, there were corpses.

One of them has a compass for Feng Shui on his body.

He also has a copy of "Ksitigarbha King's Fundamental Vows Sutra". Judging from the talismans in his arms, this Mr. Yin and Yang has learned a lot.

Not only does he have Fengshui Mountain Viewing skills, he may also have some witchcraft.

It is estimated that the chanting is also good.

But this is Mr. Yin Yang.

A little bit of everything.

But even so, such a folk mage is "difficult to defeat with two fists and four hands".

Lin Feng "saw" the depression in the back of his head.

This made it hard for Lin Feng to believe that the folk mage fell to his death by slipping his footing.

The possibility of him being beaten to death is higher than the possibility of him falling to his death by slipping.

But these are not important, Lin Feng can see many surprising things from these things.

For example, here is the reason for longevity.

Lin Feng saw the soil in the round tripod.

He recognized the soil.

Plateau Badlands.

After burying the dead, the soil in which the dead will come back to life.

The old lady was indeed alive.

"The bad land passed from the plateau, these people have a limited grasp of the method of using this bad land to resurrect people..."

"The side effects are much lower than Rigra."

(End of this chapter)