Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 380

A hand clings to the broken opening, revealing traces of white labor gloves, but it seems that the color of these white labor gloves is a bit "mixed".

Lin Feng didn't stop the person coming forward.

Because when he crawled out of it.

The wind blew on the face of the visitor, Lin Feng already knew who he was.

It was because he knew that he was shocked.

It was even more surprising than seeing Yifa, the God of Mount Tai.

Just a kind of absurd feeling that the world is very strange.

The unreal feeling made Lin Feng not know what to say for a while.

The man climbed up from the opening with some difficulty, revealing a somewhat familiar face of Lin Feng.

One is on the book he wrote, on the photo, and there is a face that he has seen in the mountains of western Hunan.

"Teacher Xun."

Xun Yanyu wears white labor gloves on his hands, and wears a navy blue Zhong/Mountain/suit, with pens and oil pens in his pockets, and a very serious black glasses frame, which looks like he is out on the job ,

It was Xun Yanyu, there was absolutely no problem. He climbed up from the bottom and saw Lin Feng, Hong Ni, "Big Golden Retriever" and the door.

Suddenly he heard his name called out by a stranger outside.

Teacher Xun was shocked at the first moment.

He didn't know what to say.

A pair of eyes fixedly looked at the two people.

After a while, Lin Feng said, "Mr. Xun? Why are you here?"

At this moment, Lin Feng's dislocation feeling surpassed that he had seen all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

Xun Yanyu never thought that things would turn out like this.

He just came out to ask for help.

He opened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him, then as if he remembered something, he pointed to Lin Feng and said, "Don't open this door, don't open this door!

Inside this door, there is a 'drenched air', after opening, we will all die! "

He looked terrified.

Lin Feng stretched his hand back and asked Teacher Xun to see it.

Xun Yanyu breathed a sigh of relief.

The wind rolled Hong Ni over and around him. Lin Feng covered Hong Ni calmly. He stood in front of Teacher Xun. Teacher Xun didn't see these details clearly. He was out of breath and put his hands on his knees. Go up, lower your upper body, and try your best to let your breath flow smoothly.

Looks very tired.

'There is no trace of practice, it is the physical strength of an ordinary person. '

Lin Feng's expression became even more elusive.

At this moment, Xun Yanyu remembered to ask, "Who are you?"

He looked at Lin Feng, the two people in front of him made him a little confused about their identities, one was wearing a Taoist robe, which was very loose, and the other was wearing very fashionable clothes.

Can't tell when they were born.

The important thing is that he felt that Lin Feng was somewhat familiar.

When I think about it carefully, I can't think of who he is.

Lin Feng said, "We're here to find clues about Professor Han."

Xun Yanyu asked: "Who is Professor Han? Is it a professor I know?"

His expression was a little surprised.

Among the people this time, there is no one who can be called Professor Han.

Because this time, it was actually a large-scale "grave robbery activity". Together with the Xie family, he invited the active craftsmen from all over the world who are still active.

The status is almost the same as that of the Jin family that disappeared back then.

A total of more than 170 people entered the deep mountains in central Sichuan. This number was rare even in ancient times.

After all, they are not official robbers.

But among these people, he is the only one who is a real cultural person, who can be called a professor, and there are many others who can't read.

More than 100 people, more than a dozen factions.

This is also the root cause of this accident.

He was too high on the organizational skills of these people. It was okay if he couldn't see the baby, but when he saw the baby, these people went crazy. The Xie family took him to escape and fell into danger.

He's here for support.

So soon, he reacted and said, "It won't be the Professor Han I know."

Lin Feng said concisely: "No, it must be someone you know."

Facing Teacher Xun, who was more puzzled, Lin Feng said, "It's your student, the one surnamed Han."

Xun Yanyu's regular breathing became heavy again.

He seemed to remember something: "He's only in his twenties."

Lin Feng said: "Could it be that Mr. Xun hasn't discovered after all these years that time, the indispensable measurement we use to observe the world, is not important for the things you are investigating."

"Time is like a hill."

"He can appear anywhere in this hill."

Lin Feng continued to glance at the hole behind him and said: "So, Teacher Xun, time is not the same as we understand it, it develops like a chronicle of history, what if it develops like a biography?

Our time is discontinuous and non-linear, so is it possible that the professor Han I am talking about is a student who is 20 years younger than you?

He also became a professor? "

Xun Yanyu didn't speak, his hands trembled slightly, looked at Lin Feng and said, "How many years is it now?"

Lin Feng: "2134."

Xun Yanyu became silent, and after a long while, he said, "It means that if I go out, it will be 2134 outside?"

Lin Feng: "Yes."

Hong Ni stood behind the two of them, completely unable to understand what they were talking about.

She felt that she was out of tune with these two people, and the two people talked like a riddle.

We are not from the same world.

They talked like science fiction, but in fact they were fantasy, without any basic scientific reasoning, which made Hong Ni feel at a loss for a while.

And, the person in front of him is called Teacher Xun.

He has a feeling of being out of place with everyone.

how to say?

Hong Ni thought for a long time, and then suddenly realized that the teacher Xun in front of her was very similar to the person in the yellowed old photos she had seen in the photo studio.

From his body, there is an ancient smell.

……

"boom".

Falling off a cliff, falling to death, blood splattering.

After leaving the village, they continued to walk to the left. Mr. Luo and John did not communicate with each other again, but the "accident" still happened as expected.

They are climbing a mountain, which is next to the stockade. Logically speaking, no matter how you look at it, you can see the next mountain from inside the stockade, but the problem is that they can't see the mountain at all from inside the stockade Scenes.

A group of people climbed up against the cold fog.

Then someone "accidentally" fell off.

It can be regarded as on the road of crime and lawlessness, the famous Black King Kong slipped under his feet, fell from the top, and died.

The dead ones can be called "ridiculous" and "scribbled".

Now a group of people are standing next to the corpse, a bad luck aura fell among the big guys, an ominous cloud enveloped everyone, and the remaining people did not expect things to turn out like this.

The boss is dead.

What do they do?
"Mouth mouth."

Xiao Qi couldn't help cursing, he was a little numb at the moment, and now the person with the highest prestige here turned out to be him.

He also started to feel uneasy.

He felt that it shouldn't be such a coincidence. When the boss fell, he followed near the boss and saw the boss's feet, as if they were pulled by an invisible little hand.

He believed in the strength of the boss's arms, even if the boss only relied on his own arms, it would be impossible for the boss to fall from here.

He seemed to be dragged down by some invisible existence.

Then I thought of something like a ruler in Mr. Luo's hand.

Xiao Qi felt chills in his heart, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and felt that there seemed to be something hovering around him.

He didn't even dare to speak anymore, the one who was afraid of death, he was the next one.

It stands to reason that when a person dies, the gang should be disbanded. There are indeed some of these guys who are timid.

"Can't go."

John seemed to have seen other people's thoughts, and he said quickly: "We can't go, without a map, we can't go out.

Only when we are united can there be a chance of survival. "

It's better not to speak.

As soon as they spoke, everyone seemed to have found a vent.

"You foreign devil, I think you have no good intentions. You just want us all to die here! If I die here, I will kill you first."

The logic of his speech was confused, but it was not important. His meaning was obvious. He felt that his group was being dragged over to die. Naturally, his guess was right, and the people under Black King Kong made a lot of noise.

John frowned slightly.

He glanced at Mr. Luo, and he didn't know how Mr. Luo did all this.

But he knew that Mr. Luo must have done it, and everything was going according to plan.

It's just that now, Mr. Luo obviously has no intention of "holding justice". He just watched the people present start to be confused. Some people want to fight, and some want to leave.

He stood next to the two shaman boys, motionless.

Black King Kong's subordinates also knew the truth, they didn't try to tease these three people.

Just surrounding these foreigners, these foreign devils seem to be headed by John, John stood in front of everyone, stretched out his arms and pressed down and said: "Okay, it's not that we want to kill you, you should figure out one thing , I invited you here, I don’t want anyone to die here.”

While talking, he stepped back, and then quickly took out the firearm from his arms!
A shot in the air.

Shock everyone!
Without a serial number, the modified pistol can empty more than 40 bullets in the modified magazine in an instant. At this distance, the person on the opposite side has no possibility of resistance.

It's not Man of Steel after all.

Within seven steps, the grab was fast and steady.

The rest of the foreigners also immediately took out their weapons and aimed at everyone in front of them.

When Mr. Luo saw this scene, his expression was very ambiguous, making it difficult for people to see what it looked like.

John's voice was still unhurried, and he said: "So as I said, we still have to talk carefully, the death of your boss was just an accident.

You see, if I really want to attack your boss, wouldn't it be fine to just sweep him away?Why bother?
Fighting fire here now will do us no good.

No benefit at all.

You have also seen that this place is very dangerous. Only when we keep warm in the spirit group can we have a chance of survival. We are also very sad about the death of King Kong, but, look, we have weapons in our hands, and you have food in your hands. Yes, isn't this forming a new balance?
It is impossible for us to kill you in an instant, the road ahead is still far away, if we kill you, we will not be able to carry so many packages, can we? "

John said persuasively.

Seeing this firearm, everyone immediately calmed down. They didn't expect that this foreign devil had this thing in his hand. What's more, they didn't understand.

If such a thing is stuffed into the body, it will definitely bulge.

Everyone is old Jianghu, how can they not see whether a person has a weapon?

But now, everyone really couldn't see how this foreign devil named John pulled out his weapon. Mr. Luo walked over, ignored the people who were fighting with swords, and recited a scripture on the past life to him.

"Namo Amitabha Ye."

"Dotakata night."

"Dotakata night."

……

A Dharma master with a canopy ruler in his hand, his identity is actually a mystery.

At least his behavior reveals a trace of weirdness, his shaman spirit boy is different from normal people.

Different schools have different rules for the spirit boy of the Fusha.

So you can see the girl in front of the Dao Palace, the little boy who has not lost Yuanyang, the very old grandparents, and middle-aged men and women.

But these strong men with vigor and blood, they do not belong to the "shadow".

Just like this, it is impossible for ordinary little ghosts to get on them.

As for wild gods, house gods, ghost kings enshrined, and folk beliefs in a certain place.

These Fushi boys, their acupoints are chaotic, which means an extremely disturbing thing.

Can't get in, can't leave.

Fushi boys, at least they must comply with "the door is unlocked, come in and sit." These Fushi boys, they are too "stone".

John didn't say anything. He watched Mr. Luo put away the canopy ruler and recited a sutra that he didn't know if it would be effective. Then he took out his canopy ruler and "justice".

"Everyone is dead. If you are willing to bury a dead person here, I have no objection. Things are wrong here. A corpse with a bloody smell may attract ferocious beasts.

We've been here too long, stay here if you're willing to stand up to the beast. "

Hearing this, everyone who calmed down looked at Xiao Qi, who gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let's go."

Mr. Luo signaled everyone to continue climbing the mountain. John knew that when Mr. Luo was chanting the scriptures, he sprinkled medicinal materials on the body of the corpse. The group continued to climb the mountain.

A group of people continued to go up the mountain, and Xiaoqi discovered something that made him feel scared.

"No, no, why is this mountain road different from the one I walked in front of?"

Xiaoqi said.

Mr. Luo was silent.

"It's okay, let's go and see first."

He said that in this situation, as he expected, without that strange beast leading the way, they would not be able to find the correct mountain path.

He was waiting for the strange beast to enjoy his delicacy.

At this time, Xiao Qi suddenly felt a person behind him tremble unnaturally.

Xiaoqi immediately turned his head. This section of the mountain road is very flat, and it doesn't seem like people need to prostrate themselves on the ground.

It stands to reason that there will be no unnatural jitter.

He knows this man.

He is not such a person.

"What's the matter with you?"

Xiao Qi turned his head and asked extremely vigilantly, the man looked up hesitantly.

Before there was an answer, a gunshot rang out.

His head exploded.

Right in front of Xiaoqi's eyes.

Xiao Qi felt that his blood was congealed, he turned his head, and was about to scold the foreigners angrily, he wanted to see who shot and why!
It turned out that it was not a foreign devil.

On the contrary, the foreign devil named John was the first to react.

The foreign devil drew his weapon and aimed at the mountain road in front of him. Even Mr. Luo hid behind the two burly boys holding the spirit.

Dharma preachers are also afraid of bullets.

He hid behind people and shouted to ask who was on the other side.

A voice came from the opposite side: "You provoked that thing, quickly, take off your clothes, or I will kill you!"

(End of this chapter)