Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 43 Squeeze dry, you can squeeze dry!

My brain was still throbbing and throbbing.

In the coffee shop on the corner of the street, Lin Feng was sitting on a booth with a cup of coffee in his hand, feeling uninspired.

The coffee shop is very cold.

Lin Feng no longer used the method of observing qi.

Forget this is not in the game.

Here is one life.

Gone is gone.

Can't be too rough.

His brain twitched because he used his skills too much. In fact, when he came out of the hospital, he already had a premonition.

Some headaches.

But don't take it seriously please.

Sickly holding his mobile phone, Lin Feng bought a pen and paper after entering the door, and it took almost several hours before his mind calmed down.

At this time, he also drew many clues in his notebook.

All clues point to a noun.

【Xiangxi Blood God】.

[Xiangxi Blood God] There are a few lines of small labels below.

[Shengxian Village? 】

[Emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty? 】

[Yuan Dynasty National Teacher? 】

【Ancient Priest】

In his mind, he had already begun to have some immature ideas about this mission.

There is also the relationship between [Xiangxi Blood God] and Jinyiwei, Chieftain, and Tianshi Mansion.

After closing the notebook, Lin Feng knew that some of his ideas needed evidence to support them.

A faint line has appeared in his mind.

He now lacks clues that can clearly describe the main line.

Only by going further down can Lin Feng be sure whether his guess is correct.

Glancing at the time and eating two bites of cake, Lin Feng glanced at the time and hesitated a little.

It's getting late.

He, continue to play games tonight, or start a live broadcast at night?

Between playing games and having a meal, Lin Feng decisively chooses a compromise.

Play a game first, and then come out to broadcast live.No matter what, before he can break away from human society, rice must be suitable.

An anchor, cooing too long.

He will be forgotten.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation are inseparable from banknotes.

It's a good meal!
Just eat, don't shiver.

After leaving here with the notebook, he quickly returned to the room, put on the helmet, and entered the game.

Decide on three lives, make a quick decision, and hollow out the mask of flesh and blood.

"My lord, the road ahead has collapsed."

Lin Feng: "You choose this path. I have something to do. I will catch up later."

Zhu Baihu: "..."

Guide: "..."

The guide was speechless.

But thinking of his identity, he took another look at the silent Imperial Army Lord.

He had to remind cautiously: "Master Dao, I mean, the road ahead is broken."

"Yeah, I heard you, change the way."

Lin Feng took a deep breath, and his breath suddenly rose, and then he didn't say a word, he used his feet hard, and disappeared here lightly like a flying swallow.

Zhu Baihu and the guide stayed behind looking at each other.

The guide swallowed hard, and looked at Zhu Baihu in despair.

"Master, there is no way out."

Zhu Baihu's face remained unchanged, he pondered for a while, and said: "Master Lin said, change the road."

The guide looked like he was about to cry.

Zhu Baihu had no extra nonsense.

A knife is a more effective consolation than words, more than words, not even words.

The knife rests on the neck.

The guide understood what Zhu Baihu meant.

"Do as the priest says."

He had succumbed to the sword, and between dying by the sword now and possibly dying on the road, he chose the latter.

The former must die.

The latter, you can still try your luck.

What if I can live.

……

It was raining and the mountain road was muddy.

Holding the sword in his hand, Lin Feng stood aside, looking at the people walking up the mountain road.

The three-meter-high ghost uncle sits on a sliding pole.

Looking at Uncle Ghost, he activated his qi-watching eyes.

【Type: Demon】

[Luck: Dark clouds cover the top, blood shines into the sky, and death is inevitable]

[Threat level: low]

Look at the toothless old lady again.

【Type: Demon】

[Luck: Dark clouds cover the top, blood shines into the sky, and death is inevitable]

[Threat degree: None]

It turns out that luck doesn't just have colors. If it's a bit more extreme, there will be explanations.

It's a pity that when Lin Feng went home and looked in the mirror, he found that he couldn't look at himself.

What is this called?
Doctors can't heal themselves?
A few mountain people didn't see much of it. The luck of the mountain people was the same as that of the patients who came out of the intensive care unit, which was black.

After reading these, Lin Feng made a move.

Do not talk about martial arts morality, sneak attack.

The sword and the rain mixed together, turning into a shriek that brought up a thin spray of blood, and Lin Feng rushed out suddenly, like a mad dog.

Mad Dog Swordsmanship.

Of course, this is his state, not his swordsmanship, the small Emei sword, which mainly stabs and cuts, is a square-inch sword, it is very good to use here.

Clean, neat, with killing as the first priority, without aesthetics.

His neck was sliced ​​open by the sword energy similar to a water cutter, and his head and spine were all cut off. Lin Feng rushed in front of Uncle Ghost without even saying a word.

Uncle Ghost opened his mouth wide, and his forehead looked like it was about to turn into the word "King".

He wanted to use his natural supernatural powers to frighten Lin Feng.

She is fast, Lin Feng is faster than her, [Sacrifice Strike] - this should be a big move, it consumes mana and blood, once used, it will be weak for a long time.

Lin Feng knew exactly what Uncle Ghost was up to.

Condensation of energy and spirit on a sword, it is not so much a swordsmanship, it is better to say that it is a trump card.

Normally, swordsmen would not use this trick.

Even assassins don't use this trick.

Here we are talking about assassins after the Spring and Autumn Period. The assassins of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period still like this trick very much.

A move to die together.

However, now, Lin Feng is still a mountain god, with such a buff, his vitality is endless!
The big move is regarded as flat A.

A sword!
Lin Feng passed through the forest like a swift, passing the ghost uncle, and then the ghost uncle's head fell into Lin Feng's hands.

From when he got out of the woods, to when he killed the toothless old lady, several figurines of people blocking the way, and the ghost uncle.

But in an instant.

After doing it, Lin Feng felt that his physical strength was better.

Simple swordsmanship.

Not only because of his realm, eating wind and drinking dew also seems to have an effect, his body is full of extremely strong explosive power.

I just don't know how to figure out how strong or weak I am.

Under the thunder, Lin Feng did not rush to get the mask.

Skill is born from familiarity, spirit is born from quickness, strength is born from softness, wisdom is born from clumsiness, Lin Feng looked around, waiting to see the shadow that would hang him up.

After waiting for a while, he didn't appear, and the Yin God didn't appear.

exhaustive exclusion.

It wasn't because of killing Uncle Ghost that the Yin God appeared.

That's the mask?
Lin Feng tore off Uncle Ghost's clothes without hesitation, and saw the mask. A strange light flashed inside the mask.

Just for a moment, the eyes were dazzled by the light.

Lin Feng saw the shadow walking towards him in the distance, and the shadow also saw Lin Feng and walked towards him.

"It turned out to be your fault."

To make him wear a mask.

This mask is really painstaking.

Lin Feng was thoughtful, and after speaking, he picked up the mask.

I am so sorry for you.

To wink at the blind.

mask:"???"

Pulling out the mask, Lin Feng put it on his face.

Although I don't know why this young man is so stupid.

But the mask did it anyway.

【You are being forcibly inherited by the priest】

【You are gaining knowledge】

[Congratulations, you have obtained the secret that is not passed on by the priests, the ancient knowledge: the method of making sacrificial incense]

[The method of making incense: the ancient method of offering sacrifices to the gods in the Yin and Shang Dynasties. Through the means of sacrifice, we can create incense that can connect to the secret realm of the gods. indispensable to

【Congratulations, you have obtained the secret of offering incense】

【How to make incense】

[Calling souls for divination, pacifying and pleasing, the rule of the gods is full of blood and cruelty.War, hunting, and animal sacrifice, the three together constitute the sacrifice, and they have also become the basic raw materials for offering incense. Human beings are not the best among them, but they are not the worst either]

[Production of sacrificial incense: You can make sacrificial incense from captives, livestock, and wild animals.The higher the spirituality of the sacrifice and the higher the quality of the sacrificial incense, the more likely you are to meet the gods in the God Realm]

【Your will is broken】

【You are assimilated by flesh and blood priest mask】

【you are dead】

Lin Feng continued in principle without hesitation.

The mask was put on again, and this time, the knowledge of the mask was repeated.

Lin Feng does not believe in evil.

Resurrection again, put on the mask again, mask knowledge, or repeat.

Hit it for an hour to cool.

Glancing at the time, it was five o'clock in the afternoon. Lin Feng waited for an hour, tried again, and found that the mask, the knowledge it knew, had indeed been wiped out by Lin Feng.

He has no extra knowledge.

Lin Feng disliked it.

It's numb, it turns out it's also a husband.

That's it?
The mask is so small.

(End of this chapter)