Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 266 Countdown, 24 hours (15) (44)

In theory, even the melting point of steel is only about [-] degrees Celsius.

Except for some special materials, many metals will turn into a handful of "water" at [-] degrees.

Soil is similar, soil can become pottery without [-] degrees Celsius—this is what the pottery teacher said.

One thousand degrees Celsius is not enough temperature for the embryos that want to burn the extremely beautiful porcelain.

But for ordinary clay pots, hold and pinch.

That's what she said, but Lin Feng really bought an electric kiln, which made the teacher's mouth grow wide in surprise.

Ah, is this what rich people do?

But after thinking about it, she still gave Lin Feng a business card, saying that she was from Porcelain City and had a gas kiln at home.

If Lin Feng is willing, he can go to her house. If it is off-season, there may be a gas kiln available.

Lin Feng agreed.

But looking at the porcelain that is not shaped after drying in the shade.

Lin Feng despaired of the teacher he had sworn to.

He felt that the teacher was right and he was wrong.

Soil is a bonding agent.

But with the lines written on it, it has not disappeared, but it has no effect either. The bad soil is still good. Lin Feng wondered if it has become a vessel. Only in the last step will the pottery show its true usefulness.

Who knows, things are completely different from what he thought.

Before the bad soil touches the blood, it is very docile, but under the high temperature, it falls to the ground softly, without energy, and has no possibility of being fired into pottery.

Lin Feng himself could feel the scorching heat.

The soil still didn't respond.

Looking at the burning electric fire, Lin Feng thought for a while, and stretched out his evil little hand.

Give it a try.

It didn't turn into coke, it was indeed injured.

Lin Feng cut off his necrotic little finger, watched it turn into ashes, and disappeared completely. Only then did he feel relieved. He straightened himself up and contacted Mr. Qi again, saying that he had a plan on his side. I hope you can help have a look.

If it's suitable, just shoot like this, and the sample on his side has already been shot.

Send it over.

I don't know whether Mr. Qi watched it or not. After a while, he said yes, and said very "gently", if there is anything he can do to help, he can talk about it.

"If you have any difficulties, you can bring them up."

This is what Lin Feng wanted.

He needed to come to the school to shoot, and asked the school to cooperate with the shooting. At the same time, he also seemingly casually suggested that he heard that there was a teacher in Suzhou History College, named Qie Yi, and he wanted to call Teacher Qie to record a few words.

Teacher Qi: "Uh, your news is out of date. The teacher you mentioned, Mr. Qi, went crazy a few years ago and is now recuperating in a mental hospital in Suzhou.

I'm afraid I won't be able to get out. "

After Lin Feng listened to the voice, he communicated with the other party for a while, agreed on the time and place, and then turned off the communication tool.

He didn't plan to do it now, what he wanted was to find out the teacher's deadline, and then send the manuscript over.

Otherwise, he knew what he was about to meet.

"Your planning and filming are very good, but we hope to change it this way."

"Change it that way."

"Well, it's mostly correct, but there are some details."

"That's right, that's it."

"Yes, this is it."

"Well, we took a look, the first edition is better, or just the first edition?"

In order to prevent this, Lin Feng chose to procrastinate.

Although it can be eliminated by other small means.

But Lin Feng always felt that he regarded others as monkfish.

Always something bad (sorry, Brother Chen).

After getting a new piece of news, Lin Feng's eyes made him wonder.

The main reason is that Lin Feng found it interesting that Mr. Qie went crazy.

At first he thought that Teacher Xie was gone.

Who knew he was crazy.

From Lin Feng's point of view, he has a different view on lunatics than others, because he knows that when some people know a lot of information that is different from others, he will be considered a lunatic.

This character may be Teacher Xie.

Even if it is a real lunatic, Lin Feng is not afraid.

Among the lunatics, Wu lunatics are the most frightening, they will violently hurt people, but the one Lin Feng is most afraid of is Wu lunatics.

If you assassinate casually, if you can hurt me, you will win.

No evil has come to him recently.

He was a little anxious.

He booked a plane ticket to Suzhou, and asked the doctor, do you have any classmates in Yaodu, and do you know Mr. An Buyan.

After a while, someone texted back.

No.

Lin Feng hesitated for a while, then waited for a cooling time to end, and entered the game.

[It is detected that the player is in the game, and the route has been opened, and other routes cannot be selected]

[It is detected that the player has a save point: the pagoda tree at the entrance of Yangjia Village]

【Under determination】

【Determination completed】

【enter the game】

【Northwest Summoning——"The Rebel Who Plans Misconduct"】

[Scene [-]: Entrusted by others, a matter of loyalty]

[Find the soul of the lost child in Yangjia Village within 24 hours of entering the game]

[Life remaining: 1]

[Reward for completing the task: a piece of valuable information]

[Punishment time for this task, the same as before]

Lin Feng closed his eyes, opened them again, and saw Sangouwazi's mother hanging in front of him. Lin Feng didn't disturb her, and walked into the lifeless village.

Before leaving, I touched the locust tree.

His breath suddenly changed.

Although the pain was terrifying, Lin Feng really made a lot of money this time, whether it was firecrackers or peace charms, he brought them in.

And in his retina.

The countdown time reminds Lin Feng all the time.

This is a timed mission.

There can be no delay.

After he glued the painted skin on his body with bad soil, Lin Feng brought out the firecracker and the peace amulet, and he came to the door of the village chief's house familiarly.

Compared with the last time, there were some changes this time. The six-character Daming Mantra emitted a soft light, and even the yellow talisman at the door was blocking Lin Feng's arrival.

As for the threshold, there is an invisible barrier.

Considering that the aura on Lin Feng's body now belonged to the one hidden in the tree, Lin Feng reasonably suspected that the expert who arranged these things for the village chief was not an ordinary person.

It's a pity that even Lin Feng couldn't stop these things, let alone the people hiding in the trees.

Lin Feng walked in, and the net took root on the old woman hiding below, and forcibly hooked her soul out.

It's like black and white impermanence is life-threatening.

After taking out the soul arrester, Lin Feng looked vicious and asked the old woman what was going on, frightening her mind.

And the snare was deeply rooted in her soul.

Take the opportunity to look through memory.

He wanted to figure out what happened, and soon, Lin Feng discovered the clue.

That group came from the Taihang Mountains.

And Taoist priests who worshiped Buddha were brought up.

(End of this chapter)