Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 178

I know I can't run away.

I don't know if this guy is a man or a woman, does he want to pull a back when he dies?
With the ringing of the bell, Lin Feng could feel that the surroundings were getting dark gradually, like a layer of invisible gauze covering here.

Lin Feng tore off the shackles on his hair, and snatched his hair, like seaweed, deeply rooted and pierced into the palm tree in front of him. From the palm tree came the curse sound of the black wizard, dripping down Something that looked like blood stabbed and burned a small pothole on the ground.

But Lin Feng didn't care about these.

His hair dragged the palm aside, cutting open the evil within.

One hair, one by one, weakens the epidermis on it, and removes the words on it.

He is listening to the bell.

It's twelve tones.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, it is time to start the sacrifice.

Full moon, the Li family who entered one by one.

There was some memory in Lin Feng's eyes. He thought of the absurd stories that happened several times in the Li family's ancestral hall.

In front of his eyes, an illusory path appeared, and as this illusory path became real, the rest of the things gradually became illusory.

Lin Feng lowered his eyes, responding to all changes with the same attitude, the wind gradually blew past, and it gradually became colder. Afterwards, Lin Feng saw the Li Family Ancestral Hall in the distance, and at some point, it became quite close.

In the low and damp ancestral hall, a blue-black arm climbed up from inside.

Lin Feng's hair gradually floated up. Countless haggard corpses came out from inside. Unlike last time, these haggard people's faces seemed to have been painted with makeup.

Thick and heavy, as if playing the rest.

It is almost the same as the mask of Nuo opera.

This is a witch festival.

Lin Feng stared at these thick and colorful things, and recognized the meanings represented by some of the masks.

【Tiger】

【Mandrill】

【Judge】

【Overcast】

……

It's an illusion.

These people are about to perform a witch festival.

Before they started, Lin Feng saw a lot of humid air around him, as if a big river appeared nearby.

Someone wants to sacrifice it to the river god?
Lin Feng didn't go head-to-head with them. He turned around and softly called out the sound of whipping. His hair finally turned into a real whip under the sound of whipping.

Whatever came near him was whipped.

The light in the left eye is like a lamp.

Lights the way ahead.

A road appeared in his eyes, leading to the real world.

Every strand of hair seems to have its own thoughts, surrounding him tightly, no matter what is outside, it can't hurt him.

He turned around, and the corpses that were trying to get up behind him were all cut and smashed.

With the advent of the spell.

The illusory realities are also revealed.

Lin Feng walked outside.

A haggard corpse appeared in front of him, trying to stop Lin Feng.

Before Lin Feng could make a move, from between his brows, the menacing demon-binding rope came out fiercely and hit the corpse.

When the body is touched, it is completely dead.

Lost all activity, fell to the ground, completely motionless.

However, Yaosuo was a little tired after passing through this, and hid between Lin Feng's eyebrows, he began to stutter the power of life, that is, Jingyuan.

Lin Feng was unmoved.

Step over.

He walked past the dead body, and suddenly saw something familiar.

【Memory pieces】

The [Memory Fragment] of the person in front of him is like the [Memory Fragment] in the game, the two are exactly the same, Lin Feng put it away, and has no choice but to look at it now.

The time in the game can be paused, but it doesn't mean that at this time, the outside time and the memory time are out of sync. He doesn't want to bet with the game machine.

As he gradually left, the haggard corpses around him stretched out their hands to stop them, but before they stretched out their hands, they saw Lin Feng's hair, like a living thing, cutting them into various corpses. fall to the ground.

Not a trace of activity.

These people also have memory fragments falling out.

What is the principle?
Why can he see these [Memory Fragments]?
Could it be because he completely ended the "life" of these "things"?
So they left some messages for him?
If this is the case, it can also be said.

With long hair fluttering, these corpses were suddenly swept by a gust of water and swept into the river!
At this time, not far away, in the "river" that just appeared, something gradually floated up.

Lin Feng glanced at it, and immediately felt the visual impact!
It's just too ugly.

river god.

It's just that this river god has nothing to do with the river god that Lin Feng saw in his novels and movies. This river god looks more like an innumerable one. The body of the biting woman was sewn into a monster. He had no clothes on, and when he emerged from the water, there were still a lot of fish and scorpions on his body.

He saw Lin Feng in the distance, stretched out his hand, and wanted to grab Lin Feng. Lin Feng's sacrificial fire burned, and he wanted to have a head-on confrontation with the river god. He didn't believe that he couldn't kill the river god—as far as he knew , For almost 200 years, no one worshiped the god of crossing the river.

Even if it is to release life, it has nothing to do with the river god, it is someone who is accumulating merit, and has nothing to do with the river god.

I don't know how many years, the river gods who have been forgotten by people, almost all should have fallen into the underworld because they had no sacrifices and blood food, and their transformation was unsuccessful.

The fate of all the Forsaken is to exist in another way in the underworld.

It is the same as the six-day old qi god.

In one fell swoop, the sacrificial fire slammed into it, and Lin Feng took a few steps back, bumping into the back.

A hand turned into scorched black.

Lin Feng cut off one of his arms without changing his face, and watched a new arm grow again.

Like new.

Just when the River God was about to continue his attack, the River God suddenly stopped and looked into the Li Family Ancestral Hall.

Inside the Li family's ancestral hall, a corpse continued to come out.

The corpse that came out this time, if Lin Feng was not mistaken, was Li Pusa.

He appeared in the form of a "Bodhisattva statue", and the wild god engraved on his body with the ashes of his relatives did not seem to escape the strange hands of the underworld.

Lin Feng didn't respond to this, but he saw the bugs coming in and out of Li Pusa's body, and Lin Feng immediately reacted to him.

Dead memories suddenly attack me!

This is also, disgusting.

Lin Feng's throat rolled up and down. Even when he saw this disgusting river god, Lin Feng didn't show any expression, but when he saw Li Pusa, he really couldn't hold back.

Li Pusa looked at him with dull eyes, Lin Feng followed his eyes, and finally he was sure that this was the person who took Li Pusa's soul and body.

He may be the real owner of the Li family ancestral hall.

At least one of the masters.

I don't know if it is the pre-Qin weirdness that Xiao Miaozhu said, but if it is really the pre-Qin weirdness, it will be a bit difficult to deal with.

Although these pre-Qin weirdness, the power here is completely different from the power in the game.

Lin Feng hoped for something and suppressed them.

Li Pusa looked at him.

The corner of the mouth turned up slightly.

"There is no difference between you and me."

He seemed to meet an old acquaintance, but his tone was full of contempt.

Arrogance from above.

Lin Feng remained calm.

"Li Bodhisattva" continued: "As a noble priest, becoming like this is exactly the same as a lowly slave.

People like you, in the past, would have been sacrificed and thrown into the snake pit. "

He was laughing at Lin Feng, laughing at Lin Feng's change - the problem is that Lin Feng is not a priest of the Shang Dynasty, but his craft was indeed taught to him by the blood mask of the Shang Dynasty.

Lin Feng was sure that the other party used him as a flesh and blood mask—a flesh and blood mask is obviously another way of inheritance and longevity.

When the flesh and blood mask was taught, it was indeed for inheritance, for taking away his body.

This thing recognized his origin and took him as that mask?

Therefore, he is also inseparable from the sacrifices of the Shang Dynasty.

Maybe, he is the noble priest of the Shang Dynasty.

Just as he was thinking this way, he saw "Li Bodhisattva" on the opposite side take out a retort from behind him.

It is bronze.

Should it be called a steam column retort?

This is Shang's steam pot. Because it is well preserved, it looks golden, as if it was made of gold--the intact bronze, if it is not oxidized, may also be the same color.

I don't know how many years have passed, the steamer is still steaming, but thinking of the function of this thing, Lin Feng's eyes are a little weird.

He didn't really want to know what was inside.

Because he knows that no matter what it is, it will definitely destroy people's three views.

Li Pusa came over and came to Lin Feng's side, and told Lin Feng to see what was inside.

Lin Feng's hair has already been carved on the Nanyang Jianmu in the back.

In front of him, Li Pusa opened the appliance.

He was right.

Inside this retort is a human head - after the sacrifices of the Shang Dynasty were completed, the priests could enjoy a certain amount of sacrifices, and in some places, some gods could be eaten after worshiping the ancestors or offering sacrifices. The same as the tributes offered, this was called sharing gifts in the Shang Dynasty.

God's gift.

This is a "privilege".

Because ordinary sacrifices are not prepared in this way—in many cases, sacrifices, such as prisoners of war, will be thrown into the burial pit alive.

In this way, the sacrifices cooked by steam are the nobles of the enemy. After he/she is steamed, they will be shared by nobles and priests.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Feng asked.

The "Bodhisattva Li" on the opposite side showed a smile: "What I mean, you should understand very well, if you eat it, we are still the same way."

Lin Feng was silent: "Do you think that you can't follow the previous generation version? The Shang Dynasty is almost 4000 years away from now. It's good for things that are 4000 years old to be buried in the soil, and it's also good to be made into a story. But it’s really not good.”

"Li Bodhisattva" didn't respond, took out the ivory chopsticks and handed them to Lin Feng, waiting for Lin Feng's choice.

Lin Feng smiled: "By the way, I don't know if you have heard a sentence, it is a poem, it says so.

"Drink the golden cup together, and you will not be spared with a white knife." You dog, die! "

Lin Feng violently hurt people. At this distance, Nanyang Jianmu came to his hand in an instant, took the real shape of the Five Sacred Mountains (Mount Tai), and slapped "Li Bodhisattva" hard on the forehead in front of him!
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