Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 260 The Death of a Group of Immortals (12)

Pushing away the millstone and driving the donkey away, Lin Feng found a so-called secret road from under the cattle pen of the village chief's house. Walking into this secret road, Lin Feng saw a "slaughtering animal with a special face". field".

A red candle as thick as a human arm illuminates the place brightly.

It is very simple to dig out a cellar on the Loess Plateau, but it is not at all easy to dig out such a large "slaughterhouse".

Not to mention the collapse, just ventilation is a craft and technical work.

Blood was left on the ground, and a large number of meat dogs were cut open, causing blood to flow on the loess. Judging from these bloodstains, these meat dogs were all newly dead.

In front of a table, the old lady he saw that day was cut open and hung on an iron hook.

Leave to air dry.

All the internal organs were taken down, and even the bones were separated from the body.

She looked at Lin Feng with her eyes, and Lin Feng also looked at her.

The old lady is not dead.

It's not killing people.

Because she is not human, this is not some ancient sacrifice.

This is saving and renewing lives. It is similar to the method of mummy. Someone pickled the old lady's internal organs with bad soil, and evenly smeared red paint on her body and bones. Mud, a lot of mud covered the old lady's body, maintaining her life.

Her soul had left her body a long time ago. According to Lin Fengzhi's observation, her soul should have been sealed on the ground.

Make sure that when marinating the body for immortality, the soul will not be snatched away, resulting in a shortfall in success.

Lin Feng has seen this method before.

In primitive religions, such things are not uncommon, and it was also the case in the later feudal dynasties. The emperor of the Yuan Dynasty was pickled with a lot of salt and transported back to the capital of Yuan Dynasty, but until now, this method still exists.

That is inhuman.

The primitive era is a primitive era. Even the Zhou Dynasty had Zhou rituals, and everyone knew that "the one who started the figurines has no heirs." To the back, the more you go back.

Retro is not a good thing.

Lin Feng turned the table around and saw someone dug a big hole in the ground.

Three sticks of incense were lit on it, and a scribbled grass figure was stuck on the ground with the characters of birthday written on it. There was a bowl of sesame oil in front of it, and a piece of paper twisted like an ever-burning lamp, burning faintly, with wisps of black smoke. Lin Feng recognized that it was a A method of surrogate death.

How did you recognize it?

Because there are yellow papers, incense watches, and a clay pot in front of it, it seems that Mr. Yin Yang who came to the village to "pray for rain" did not simply pray for rain.

The arrangement here, and the means to put away the soul are all from him, but as the saying goes, "flying birds make good bows", "cunning rabbits cook dead dogs", Mr. Yin Yang who has done these things, he "falls died.

Even Lin Feng didn't know what to say.

Is it still not my own person, if we are our own person, we can live a happy "longevity" together.

Lin Feng felt a little emotional, the "darkness" under his feet appeared, "eat" the surrounding soil, "spit" it out, and soon revealed a "coffin" inside.

The "coffin" inside is a pottery pot, the size of Lin Feng's palm, and Lin Feng can tell that it is an ancient relic.

Yellow talismans and a large amount of red mud sealed the entire "coffin" firmly.

Does not reveal any breath.

While he was observing the scene, someone came in from the outside. Lin Feng had known for a long time that the situation of the whole village was under his control - except for the big locust tree at the door, when the wind blowing past Lin Feng, the big The leaves of the locust tree kept shrinking and shrinking.

Rubbing against each other, they made a sound like a snake.

And there is also unknown horror permeating from its body, spreading towards the village.

The target was Lin Feng.

Lin Feng [Unyielding] worked, but he was still methodical.

I'm doing what I'm doing.

He saw many real little snakes jumping down from the locust tree, as thick and small as chopsticks.

The locust tree is still "weeping".

It was a brownish-yellow, somewhat well-known resin.

It continuously flowed out from Lao Pi's body and landed on the ground, giving off a strange fragrance.

As the fragrance spreads.

The sky outside started to get dark.

It's like dusk.

Lin Feng glanced outside in the cellar and knew that the big one was coming.

"It's like this every time."

Lin Feng complained, speeding up his movements.

After inspecting the pottery jar that contained the soul, Lin Feng dragged out the corpse from the debris pile next to him. This Mr. Yin Yang was short and fat, and looked a bit honest and honest.

Lin Feng took out his "compass", and then took out some incense, some paper and pens, which he carried with him, and a small incense burner with a famous Taoist figure painted on it.

Emperor Xuanwu, it is written that Yongding Furnace was built in the sixth year of Kangxi.

It looks decent, it is a magic weapon, useful, but not very useful.

Lin Feng is searching.

There are also some things that Lin Feng doesn't know, and even two pills, Lin Feng sniffed, big honey pills, I don't know what to treat.

It should be the prescription of Sijunzi Decoction.

As for the other dried toad, there are still a few red threads, which probably belong to the folk magic weapon.

Lin Feng was not familiar with it.

The most important thing was inside his clothes, Lin Feng took out a piece of cloth.

The text was written densely with cinnabar.

Taking a closer look, Lin Feng realized that this was a letter of desperation. Mr. Yin Yang was also a smart person, and he knew that this time, he must have no chance of survival.

So I left the information in advance, as to whether it has any effect.

Then wait for God's will.

In the words of Mr. Yin Yang, there is God's will in the dark.

Lin Feng shook the cloth in his hand, not knowing what to tell poor Mr. Yin Yang.

God's will is not good recently.

He also discovered that this person's cultivation was close to zero, and he relied on some metaphysical knowledge.

This also happened to help him with one thing.

That is, he is still a "normal person".

Footsteps came from behind, more than one person, the village head led someone over, mustered all his strength, and knocked on the back of Lin Feng's head.

Lin Feng stood aside, not even looking behind.

The snare took root in the back of their heads, and the village head hit the ground with a stick so hard that even the tiger's mouth broke free.

Blood flowed out, but You didn't know it.

"You actually found out, but unfortunately, I can't keep you!"

The village head said viciously, Lin Feng didn't say a word, he put the internal organs of the old lady into her body one by one like a god pretending to be dirty.

Like a surgeon.

When he kept moving, including the dog that ate the dead human flesh, he was controlled by the net.

The village chief was panting, and it was obvious that he was not proficient in killing another man. After he did it, his blood spurted out and he breathed heavily. He seemed to have heard the inquiry from "people around him", and said sharply: "No, No one should know about this matter.

If we know, can those black dogs in the county government let us go?

If something goes wrong, it's not like you don't know the black hearts of those people.

Be careful, I've already called people to come. When those people come, we'll be fine. "

The village head is talking to someone who doesn't exist.

The rest are also talking.

The scene was chaotic and messy, yet exceptionally harmonious, Lin Feng focused on two things.

He is gathering the words of these people and finding a thread of context from their words.

And he didn't stop his hands, and he was still sitting on his work. Although he was not a medical student, he didn't pay much attention when he assembled the old lady.

Old lady, she is no longer alive.

Even if the internal organs are in the wrong position, there will be no major problems.

There will be no intestinal adhesions and no emphysema.

It is difficult for her to be a "living person" in a certain sense, which is a very new and very old thing.

In the clay version of "flesh and blood, mechanical soaring", the old lady is a test product.

The more he listened to them, the more Lin Feng knew. Following the village chief's voice, Lin Feng pieced together the original appearance of the matter, and the cold breath and resentment became deeper.

At the door of the cellar, a shadowy figure also appeared.

They call people indiscriminately.

"father."

"mother."

"Home."

……

All kinds of voices gathered together, and Lin Feng felt overwhelming resentment rushing over. Under such resentment, there is no difficulty in trying to preserve himself.

But if you want to protect these people around you, you will inevitably have omissions.

What's more, he is still sewing the old lady up.

While these people were chatting, Lin Feng heard some news that he had missed.

And to find something that he really needs.

【mou】

【bo】

【fa】

Lin Feng made a loud voice, using offense instead of defense.

Especially the [mou] sound, as soon as it appeared, the entire "slaughterhouse" was shaking, and it might collapse at any time.

As a last resort, the [bo] sound is used to divide the shadow.

The gloomy atmosphere and shadowy figures lull people into dreams.

One of Lin Feng's hair fell silently.

Burn to ashes.

When the bad soil heard the [mou] sound, it began to boil!
Like a natural enemy!

For the first time, Lin Feng felt that this thing was most likely alive!
This is a living thing!

It might even be another life.

Enemy on the back!

Putting the old lady's hands together, the bad soil densely climbed onto Lin Feng's arms.

While stitching, Lin Feng also heard the most important information said next to him.

At this time, he would have to hold on to death for a while.

The first time the bad soil invaded, Lin Feng felt all kinds of abnormalities.

Especially pain.

A pain of assimilation.

He looked at the "heap of debris" next to him again, and admitted that he was a little bit wrong.

He hung the dharma sword in front of him, turned it into sword energy, and tore up the things outside, but it didn't work, they disappeared and would reappear.

On the magic sword, he did not use the Mount Tai map.

Taishan map and Luowang can't deal with it.

Use the Taishan map, and the net will be broken.

He still expected these people to speak, but he threw away the dharma sword, and the little snake that sneaked over was frightened and motionless.

Lin Feng took this opportunity to look at the "heap of debris" next to him.

He couldn't miss it. If those things were really there, he wouldn't miss them or miss them.

Lin Feng's staff spread under his feet.

But if you don't see this thing, it can only prove one thing.

This thing is so ordinary that it has a magical power that makes people "ignore".

Under Lin Feng's feet in the dark, he brought out a few "clods" that had no mana fluctuations. Lin Feng finally felt a little moved when he saw the words on it.

He saw some lines that he had never seen before!

(End of this chapter)