Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 281 Figures

When going to the airport, Lin Feng was still doubting and thinking about this matter. He was thinking about the lonely ghost before the six-day old life, and the scene after that.

Because he saw the third mural, the third mural was even more incomprehensible to him.

Li Yuanhao walked into the Yellow River by himself.

But on the shore, there was another Li Yuanhao.

what is this?
Pisces Yupei Yellow River version?Even for this painting, Teacher Xun didn't mark any information beside it. He wrote a big "?".

Expressed his inner doubts.

Lin Feng closed the computer and waited for a long time, but found nothing unclean, so he closed the computer at hand, leaving the strongest three-team brother to watch the house, and he took the masks of the nine Nuo opera masters in his luggage Inside the box, he carried his cosplay magic sword and boarded the plane.

It's hard for Lin Feng to find the pattern if he doesn't know what happened to the elder of the Xi family. Anyway, no matter what Mr. Qi faces, the situation he sees must be less intense than in the game.

Otherwise, these teachers may not be able to come out.

There are no out-of-control "visions" and "strangeness", and following certain customs can save the day.

For example, setting off firecrackers during the New Year and driving away Nian beasts, as long as the rules between heaven and earth do not change, then these things are just "paths" and will not become "mainstream".

When boarding the plane, Lin Feng closed his eyes and felt the wind around him. If Lin Feng wanted to, he could move the wind to destroy the plane under his feet and survive at this altitude, but that was meaningless.

And at a high altitude, Lin Feng looked out, he closed his eyes, his consciousness pierced through the clouds, and felt the power of the wind in the higher sky.

Lin Feng never imagined that science and technology would become an aid in spiritual practice. After all, for the ancients, not everyone had the ability to go straight to the nine heavens.

Even if he is a seventh-rank cultivation base, a very rare master, he can't reach the height and convenience of the plane.

I can't even feel the wind on it.

"Is it like this? The wind is like this."

Lin Feng closed his eyes and sank into this feeling wholeheartedly.

Beside him, the old buddies followed Lin Feng silently without saying a word.

They fit together with others, and the rest of them didn't feel uncomfortable. They recently walked up a few steps again, and they were resistant to dragon and tiger spirits and other things.

They can even hold some talismans.

Lin Feng got off the plane and went straight to the university campus. He found the office, knocked on the door, walked in, and with a flick of his hair, he found the person in charge of this matter and got the information.

Teacher Xie has indeed gone through the medical treatment. He is now in a private psychiatric hospital called Suzhou First Rehabilitation Center Hospital.

It's all 15.

"The year 15."

Lin Feng did not choose to enter the nursing home normally. The entire nursing home is divided into several parts, including the respect for the elderly and recuperation parts, which are free to come and go, but the "quiet part" where Mr. Xie is located is well protected, and there are big and round nurses everywhere.

Everyone is powerful.

This is the only magic weapon used to ensure that patients do not hurt others.

Strong physique.

When the patient is mad, tie him to the restraint bed, neither let him hurt himself, nor let him hurt others.

When Lin Feng walked in here, he felt a strange feeling.

The entire courtyard was filled with a very decayed and corrupt smell.

But I have to say that the buildings here are very good, ventilated, shaded by green trees, imitating Tang-style buildings.

The fees are expensive, but at least the shelves are well placed.

The ward where Mr. Qie lives is an intensive care ward. In his ward, there are no sharp objects. Although according to the evaluation, the possibility of Mr. Qie’s suicide is very low, but the rehabilitation center hospital will not risk the patient. After nine o’clock in the morning, after During "leisure" time, Teacher Xie should sit quietly in the ward.

He will paint there.

Many nurses have seen Mr. Qie's words, and they all think that Mr. Qie is a pity.

What a man.

Why are you crazy?

Mr. Xie's stick figure drawing skills are very good. With just a few strokes, people can understand his expressions, but the scenes he draws are hard for people to understand.

That rotten breath, [Awareness Eye, Glance], Lin Feng saw strands of black air coming out from the room in front of him, in this black air, Lin Feng was sure that even if they often used medicine, they would The spirit will not change.

Under such anger, they couldn't rest and recuperate. Walking into the building in front of them, Lin Feng noticed the evil spirits of the mirror, the evil of cutting rubber, the evil of crossing the wall, and the evil of crossing the hall.

These evil spirits are related to feng shui and some architectural principles. Lin Feng doesn't know it. From the outside, this imitation of Tang Dynasty architecture can be regarded as a lot of thought. Although it imitates Tang Dynasty and went to the opposite side of the sea, it is a little more careful. No design institute would make such a simple mistake.

People who live here will not feel happy in mood and physiology. This is certain. Colds, strokes, and restlessness are not good signs for patients.

Lin Feng looked up at the cameras.

These cameras are all turned off.

He came to Teacher Qie's door. Teacher Qie lived in a single room. As soon as he walked in, Lin Feng saw a large picture inside. This is a room of a lunatic, and there are pictures everywhere.

The drawings look weird.

No matter which painting it is, the theme is "door".

There are a lot of stick figures. Lin Feng stood in the room and looked at the pictures one by one. Mr. Qie was not there, and the surrounding pictures were Mr. Qie himself in the room. He drew himself very vividly. He was in the room. This is the display. The room, he was standing in the room, judging from the layout and position, it was the position where Lin Feng himself was standing.

Afterwards, there were faces, each face was drawn one by one, and this face was either hidden behind the gate or behind the window, and they stared inside with unkind expressions.

There is also something unclean that is lying under the bed, crawling on the wall, and moving towards the middle.

It looks like they are going to attack the people in it.

Lin Feng looked very calm.

He came to the spread out bed, and the wind came in from the window, blowing all the hidden paintings. Lin Feng grabbed these paintings and saw that the pictures on the paper changed.

"Is it like this?"

Feng opened the door and asked the person standing outside to come in. Lin Feng saw the person, took out the photo, compared it and said: "The person from the kiln factory? Have you chased him here?"

Although that person was wearing fashionable clothes, he couldn't hide the old smell on his body.

That person looked extremely ordinary, so ordinary that even if he was thrown into the crowd, he wouldn't ask anyone to take a second look.

And he also has a special temperament.

It is somewhat similar to Lin Feng's "Painted Skin", but it is very different.

His strength was a little more strange, his hand was in mid-air, the door opened by itself, his hand rubbed in the air, and he withdrew his hand.

He even smiled awkwardly.

"Being presumptuous."

But when Lin Feng saw him, he felt weak all over, as if, as if...

"Part of my power once belonged to you, not only my power, but also this report...

Our strength is from the same origin, even, your strength is older than mine.

It is the power of the land god.

All we have is the power of the land. "

Lin Feng pulled out his magic sword and said, "This is a feeling I have never had before. This feeling has never been so clear."

The other party was silent at first, but after seeing the dharma sword, he suddenly said: "Have you never thought about why your suadi wenshu works? Who are you praying to to use this power? The mountain spirits and water monsters in the mountains, are they born mountain gods? Are they earth uncles?"

Lin Feng didn't speak.

The other party let go of this topic, and he restarted the topic and said: "I never thought that Qie Yi used the power of the kiln to be discovered by me, and it turned out to be for you. What message did he leave for you?"

Lin Feng turned the paper over in his hand so that he could see the words written on it, and there were two words written on it.

【Help】.

Seeing this information, the other party was obviously a little dissatisfied.

It's just the word of saving lives, which actually made them go to war like this.

The man smashed his mouth and said: "If he doesn't ask for help, we won't be able to catch him. We are a group of people who went to Chengtian Temple. I was 100 steps away from Chengtian Temple. Yu entered Chengtian Temple, and Qie Yi was more than [-] steps away from Chengtian Temple.

He has heard more voices than me, so he should know more than me. "

Lin Feng: "So, Teacher Qi has become the same as you?"

The man said, "No, he is more perfect than us."

Lin Feng thought about the word for a while and said, "How about we do it? You seem to be here."

The man said: "It's not necessary, I just came to see, since he told you to save your life, we just follow you."

Lin Feng: "You are so arrogant, is the plan so unavoidable?"

The man said: "These are not important. No matter what method you use, we can control you. You don't know anything about our power."

Lin Feng suddenly thought: "Then can I join you?"

The man shook his head, and his whole body turned into fine sand in front of him, wanting to leave.

Lin Feng was speechless.

There was a strange scream outside, and the fine sand wanted to leave, but was wrapped together by the wind. Lin Feng didn't use any force, but simply used his control over the wind, he searched all the rooms clean, and came When we reached the artificial lake outside, we sank the dust into the water.

He held the magic sword in his hand and inserted the magic sword into the artificial lake.

"duo"

After a ripple, the world was quiet.

Lin Feng looked at the koi that had fainted for a while and rolled its belly, and saw the Nuo opera masters who were placed next to it, they were holding talismans in their hands, and Lin Feng's sword energy was stored in the talismans.

It was Lin Feng's sword energy that did it just now.

"The workers in the kiln factory are in Chengtian Temple. Is the Chengtian Temple they went to the same place as the Chengtian Temple I thought of?"

Lin Feng stood motionless in front of the artificial lake, while thinking about the problems above, while quietly waiting for the resurrection of the people inside.

If the kiln worker could really come out alive, Lin Feng wouldn't mind killing him again.

Kill him until his soul is gone.

But who knows, Lin Feng waited for him for a long time, but there was still no response from the artificial lake here.

Lin Feng left here a little disappointed. He didn't rent a car this time, and with his luggage, he bought a new ticket to fly to Suzhou.

The Chengtian Temple that has been suppressed is much more stable than the Chengtian Temple in the game. If you want to understand the great elder of the Xi family, you have to get some information from Teacher Qie.

Lin Feng held a stack of papers in his hand.

These are all drawn by Mr. Qie. Lin Feng looked at these paintings. After leaving here, when he came back, he saw someone crawling out of it, and those stunned fish were shocked by an unknown force. It was broken into minced meat, and after reappearing, it became a person.

He was not surprised to see Lin Feng. Lin Feng took out a piece of paper, pointed to the scene on the paper and said, "He should have seen it long ago?"

The man said with a dull expression: "It doesn't matter. If he abuses his power like this, even if you find him, he will suffer bad luck."

Lin Feng nodded: "Then will you die by yourself, or will I send you to die?"

The man looked at Lin Feng and closed his eyes, "You can't kill..."

"Noisy!"

Lin Feng slapped it into minced meat with a sword, and plunged into the minced meat with a net, sucking it.

"You're going to die, can't you save yourself some face?"

Lin Feng said earnestly: "Death is a momentary event, but impressions follow a person's life."

He pulled out a piece of paper again, on which was what Lin Feng was doing now.

On the next piece of paper, Lin Feng had already boarded the plane.

The flight information of that plane was exactly the same as the scene drawn in the painting. What's more, when Lin Feng opened the next one, he saw the next one. Lin Feng came outside the nursing home. This was a rear view.

Lin Feng looks recognizable because he has long hair, hairpins, and he is wearing a Hanfu and boots.

Walking on the road has a high rate of turning heads.

Everyone around him was looking at him—more importantly, he came out of a nursing home, which attracted even more attention. It was hard not to let people imagine what kind of person he was.

There are not many people on this road, and there are not many people watching Lin Feng, but Lin Feng doesn't care about these anymore.

Because he has more important things to do.

Lin Feng on the screen is holding this picture in his hand, followed by nine Nuo opera masters, and more importantly, there is an evil ghost mixed with the Nuo opera masters.

In the nursing home behind him, on the tallest building, countless "Lin Feng" looked towards him, their eyes were full of malice, it was a kind of undisguised "greed".

Lin Feng put down the paper in hand, and looked at the elder brother beside him.

One.

two.
three.
four

……

Counting carefully, there is absolutely no mistake in the number, it is nine.

But in the screen, it clearly told Lin Feng that there are ten people here, and the evil ghosts are different from the Nuo opera masters. The Nuo opera masters all have their own occupations and their own clothes.

Teacher Xie is very skillful when he draws. He draws people completely differently based on his different cultivation bases. Therefore, the tallest one here is not Lin Feng, but the evil ghost.

The evil spirits are the most powerful among these people. Lin Feng picked up these paintings. When he was still in the nursing home, there were no evil spirits, but when he came out, the evil spirits appeared and mixed among them.

Evil ghosts shrouded their heads. Lin Feng looked up and back, but he couldn't see anything. He looked into the distance of the sanatorium, but he didn't find anything either.

If this is some kind of metaphor, Lin Feng might be able to comfort himself like this, but Lin Feng knows very well in his heart that Mr. Qie's paintings are realistic.

For the next painting, Teacher Qie divided it into two parts.

One was very simple, Lin Feng was cut open, and the evil spirit got into Lin Feng's body.

On the other side, Lin Feng boarded the plane safely.

In other words, the variable is in his next move?
Lin Feng's brain was running fast, looking for a chance of survival.

Where did he find this evil spirit?
……

sunset.

The lonely smoke in the desert goes straight to the long river and the sun sets.

This is the large area where Wang Wei wrote his frontier poems. Professor Han has no intention of watching the surrounding scenes.

He is exhausted.

Professor Han stumbled down the mountain. He felt that his legs lost feeling, and at the same time he lost his sense of direction. What's worse, he didn't know what year it was or where he was. He was on the road, kneeling and sitting On the ground many times.

If it weren't for the tattooed skin on his arms.

He may have thought of giving up.

Feeling dizzy from running, he lay on the ground and vomited for a while. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. He didn't see what he vomited.

He never looked back, in front of him, the scene was actually beautiful.

It took about three hours for him to come down from the not-so-high mountain.

Next to the mountain is the Yellow River. As for which section of the Yellow River it is, he is not clear.

Accompanied by his stupid thinking, his brain began to suffer from severe pain. Such severe pain caused Professor Han to feel a rare muscle twitch, which had not happened for many years.

Some of them seem to be overused.

Under such circumstances, he finally had time to reach out and stroke his back.

His hand touched the back of the head, and the back of the head felt like a needle prick. He stretched out his hand to stroke it, and he touched the black blood on his hand.

Standard bloodbath.

Professor Han had to say something unlucky, and tried his best to look forward, but saw something even more unlucky on the road next to him.

Soul-inducing banner.

Made of white paper, it was a blank soul-seeking flag. I don’t know why. When I saw this thing, Professor Han felt his scalp tingling and his heart was in ruins. On the side of the road, something frightened him.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thought carefully, and walked along the road ahead.

This is the way here.

Although it is a dirt road, the existence of a road at least shows that this place should be inhabited.

There is a settlement, and if he finds a settlement, he can be saved.

It was getting a little dark.

He still remembered what Xie Shiba told him, leave the mountain before dark, and if you encounter something that you can't understand or solve, you should go to the little notebook in his hand. way to do it.

Thinking of this, Professor Han opened the notebook, and struggled to find the rules on it. Obviously, for Xie Shiba to do such a big thing, a soul-inducing banner is nothing.

As for why there is still half a bowl of cold rice and a few stones under the Yinhun Banner, there is no explanation.

Professor Han skipped past the soul-inducing banner, and staggered forward.

Left behind the black blood along the way.

Soon, Professor Han disappeared near the horizon. He walked much faster than he thought, and, looking from the back to the front, it can be seen that Professor Han's head, to be precise, is from the spine to the back of the head. This part has all disappeared.

His brain was exposed, but even so, he was alive and well.

The skin is slowly growing out.

The ceramic piece that was originally behind him finally disappeared completely.

I don't know if it was digested in his blood, or some other reason, and the reason why Professor Han didn't think about it, and didn't look back, was because his subconscious mind was actually very clear that he didn't walk down this mountain through normal methods, he It's just too weak.

He didn't kid himself that he was a strong, scientifically trained field worker in his 30s.

He knew where his physical strength was, but he didn't know where it was, so he imagined a mountain road leading to the bottom of the mountain. After he walked down, the road disappeared.

I don't know if the road he is walking on is real or illusory?

He just kept going.

In a trance, he heard Xie Shiba's voice coming from behind, but Professor Han ignored the voice, and he regarded the excited voices as auditory hallucinations.

He stumbled forward until he came to a village. This village looked very old. What's more, there were no people in this village. It was almost night. Most of these houses were made of red bricks. The old village was eerily silent.

No dogs barking, no human voices, nothing.

The people inside seemed to have moved out long ago.

Moved to the new village.

Every household inside has Spring Festival couplets with a purple background. What should have been five-color paper money has also become white paper money, hanging under the eaves.

At the intersection, a large amount of paper ash piled up in one ball.

Looks like someone burned something a while ago.

Looks like something is wrong.

If a normal person encounters such a place, he will hesitate for a while.

But Professor Han couldn't care less.

He went in, found a small hotel that was still lit before darkness fell, went in, and was ecstatic to see a man sitting behind the counter.

There was a bed behind the counter. He stood behind the counter and looked at Professor Han who walked in.

Professor Han walked over and talked a lot. The old man behind the counter looked very cold until Professor Han tried his best to take out several banknotes from his clothes and put them in front of him.

When the old man saw the money, he raised his head and glanced at him.

Silently, he slapped a key in front of Professor Han.

A man who doesn't like talking very much.

Professor Han has seen such a person more than once. Now he has a severe headache and wants to sleep. This desire to sleep even overwhelms his desire to call other people.

The darkness in front of him beat like a tide, trying to knock him out.

Fortunately, Professor Han is still literate. He saw that the key was covered with white insulating tape, and 202 was written on it with an oil pen.
The second house on the second floor.

Professor Han didn't say much, he took the key and walked upstairs.

In this regard, the old man still said nothing.

It's like not seeing Professor Han.

After Professor Han went upstairs, he shouted to the person in front of him in dissatisfaction: "I have already said, 33, 31 night, this is the condition of my place, you can't live here.

This is my guest house.

If you can't live anymore, you can just pry open the door of any house and live in.

Look at the looks of the people in your clothes, why are you talking so much, it's hard to beat! "

Facing the mobile phone cameras of two young people, a man and a woman, the boss is not afraid at all.

He even moved his face closer to the camera and said: "Shoot, you shoot, I'll shoot for you today, I'll see what you can shoot!

Eating people and living in a shop, giving money is the rule set by the ancestors!
If you don't give money, you will stay in the store for nothing! "

The old man spoke very arrogantly, and the two people on the opposite side trembled a little in anger!

The man was a little angry and wanted to retort, but was pulled by the woman, signaling him not to be angry.

"it is good!"

The woman swallowed her anger and said, "Okay!"

The old man didn't "take advantage of the victory to pursue the pursuit". He pushed forward and said: "202, the door may be a bit bad, you should close it harder and use less water and electricity."

The two walked out of the guest house without saying a word, but just after they walked out and saw the surrounding scene, the two of them became a little nervous.

For some reason, they felt the long-lost cold in this mountain.

The two got into the RV, started the ignition, and felt cold all over.

"This place is strange. There should be no villages in this place. Shouldn't our map be updated?"

The man said to the woman, the woman also shook her head, and she looked around very worriedly.

They are excellent bloggers in the RV travel category on the entire network, and they usually live on their accounts. Although they have seen many scenes when they traveled all over the world, this is the first time they have seen them in today's situation.

Mainly this village, it shouldn't exist, they should park in the county town tonight, but who knows, their cars have frequent problems.

Not to be "stranded" here.

They need a place to recharge.

"Today we're living in the car, but we're running low on diesel and several large chargers are dead."

They plan to sleep in the car tonight.

I'm charging in room 202, and I don't plan to take a shower anymore.

"Tonight, I don't think we should sleep too deeply. You sleep first, and I am awake. In the morning, we will leave. When the time comes, you will drive and I will catch up on sleep."

The man said, and the woman nodded: "Okay, I think it will work!"

(End of this chapter)