Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 83 You, what are you? (12)

[A doctor descends to his concubine, but his grandson does not descend to his father]

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【The mourning of a doctor who is not the master】

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[Parents who are loving mothers are not obedient, husbands are the latter, and his wife is a great contribution to uncles and aunts]

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[Scholar's sacrifice is easy for a doctor]

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【Those whose stepfather does not live together】

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A vast underworld.

It seems that it will always be the time of dusk, and it will always be the chilling season of late autumn.

A group of blue-skinned corpses, dressed in Confucian clothes, knelt down neatly on the ground of the thatched cottage, holding bamboo slips and reciting.

They didn't open their mouths, they didn't hold hands, and the stench of corpses lingered throughout the thatched cottage.

Not far from them, a furnace of incense was burning.

A "corpse" sat upright in the temple, and the recitations of these Confucian scholars were mixed with incense, which landed in front of his nostrils and was sucked in by him.

From a distance, the incense burns like a snake.

in more distant places.

Countless black shadows linger, and these black shadows look like thousands of people.

They can be someone else's grandma, or someone else's grandpa or grandma.

It could even be a butterfly girl.

A distant voice appeared from the dream, the smell of incense ash and paper ash lingered at the tip of Lin Feng's nose, blew out from a certain crack, and landed on Lin Feng's body again
In such a uniform chanting.

Lin Feng fell into a "sleep".

He lay "peacefully" on the bed, his abdomen and chest resonated with the surrounding air in a strange way, forming a wonderful sound.

Low and heavy.

It's like the sound of a sacrifice, but it's also unusual.

Sacrifice needs sacrifices, and there are no sacrifices here.

He folded his hands and placed them on his lower dantian. The feather duster he bought was by his side to ensure that he could pick up the "weapon" in the first place, but this time he slept a little too deeply .

The whirling shadows outside are like furtive shadows, which are usually caused by a willow tree or other trees outside and the leaves blown by the wind.

But the yard that Lin Feng rented didn't have any trees inside.

The wind blew on the door, making a "dong dong dong" sound similar to knocking on the door.

Lin Feng was still sleeping peacefully.

The closed door, from the gap at the bottom, shadows spread over, the wet hair like a tide gathered towards the beams, and finally turned into a huge one, spread all over the beams of the ceiling, counting An old and hideous face made of unclear wet hair.

This face looked at Lin Feng who was sleeping, and hung down the invisible rope, intending to wrap it around Lin Feng's neck.

"Hanging."

"Hanging."

"Hanging."

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hell.

On the weird road.

The unlucky old man whose lifespan was absorbed, Li Gao, stood in a daze on the road that symbolized safety.

The old woman appeared suddenly, her hands were like iron hoops, and she grabbed the patient's elder brother tightly.

The foul-smelling pus dripped from her sleeves like yellow asphalt and fell to the ground, and she even dripped foul-smelling saliva from the corners of her mouth.

[Good girl, good girl, good girl, come with me, good girl, I am your grandma]

The various liquids that fell on the ground turned into a strange smell, and penetrated into Li Gao's nostrils.

A disgusting smell came into Li Gao's nose, dense age spots appeared on Li Gao's skin, a kind of old man's smell came from him.

Li Gao didn't notice anything.

He looked at the old woman in front of him.

After seeing the person's face clearly, his expression changed from muddled to extremely excited.

It was as if he saw a relative.

"Grandma."

With the sound of grandma coming out, his mouthful of life energy fell into the body of "grandma" again. On the skin where grandma was in contact with him, the skin of grandma split open, and black wet hair came out from inside, and burrowed into his arm. , Li Gao's lifespan accelerated again.

Li Gao didn't notice this, he just felt that his heart was full of longing, and he grabbed grandma's hand with his backhand, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

Choking.

"Grandma, grandma, I miss you so much, grandma."

Li Gao is sincere.

The grandma he saw was extremely kind and kind.

"Grandma" also patted his back gently, and opened his mouth wide.

There was a foul-smelling wind.

The weird smell of incense was also transmitted from afar. There is no wind here, and the transmission of fragrance is carried out in another magical way.

This is the underworld three no matter zone.

There is the sound of fascination.

There is the art of dementia.

Along with the fragrance, there are mourning sounds, and the ancient rhythm comes to the ears along with those recitations.

Grandma opened her mouth to say something, but Li Gao couldn't hear it. Grandma's face was like the bark of an old banyan tree.

It's hard to describe.

She really looks a little too old, her wrinkles seem to be deeply engraved into the bones, giving people an indescribable aging and dilapidation, she is even so old that she can't tell the appearance of men and women.

After eating Li Gao's life essence, foul-smelling abscess yellow water flowed out from her body, and she grabbed this brother.

Grandma took him to the side of the road.

Can't wait.

The old man was in a daze, and he didn't know what happened at all. He was dragged by someone, like a cow caught by a shepherd, and walked towards the slaughterhouse.

Fascinated, when they were about to walk out of the path, a voice came from not far from them.

【fa】

【fa】

【fa】

The monotonous voice, in the same monotonous place, made this monotonous thing a little different from usual.

When the old woman heard this voice, her expression changed drastically.

Hearing this voice, the elder brother gradually regained consciousness, and when he saw the old woman's face, he let out a hysterical scream.

He desperately wanted to shake off his hand, but the parasitic pain made him scream, and he fainted on the ground. In an instant, he collapsed to the ground, just like the old woman, almost collapsed. Be a withered corpse.

I heard screams.

Lin Feng walked over and saw the woman lying on the ground, and the old man who looked like a mummy.

The old lady didn't respond.

bro,

【The Eye of Observing Qi · A Glimpse】

【Name: Li Gao】

【Type: Human】

[Strength: No Entry]

【Skill:? ? ? 】

【Luck: Black】

[Threat degree: None]

"people?"

Lin Feng looked at the woman next to him, feeling that she looked familiar, and more importantly, Lin Feng remembered that he had seen this old man's ID card.

Isn't this the old man who told the story?
You are here too?

But if luck is black, he will die from serious illness.

Lin Feng aggravated [fa]. He couldn't feel the breath in his lungs at the moment, but his [fa] and handprints still had a great effect. The old woman wailed and wriggled on the ground, trying to leave the right path, but Lin Feng used all her strength Come twice 【fa】

dead.

But in the underworld, after she died, she didn't leave her hair, only a paper doll.

Lin Feng walked over, stretched out his hand to grab the paper figurine, and then grabbed his brother as well.

When the elder brother saw Lin Feng, he trembled with fright.

"What are you, what are you?"

(End of this chapter)