Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 202 Great Ming Treasure? (3k)

Lin Feng observed these natives condescendingly, and he could see that these natives also seemed to have some ideas about the direction of the inscription.

He also wanted to know what the inscription meant.

The natives didn't move, and Lin Feng didn't move either. From his angle, he could clearly see the direction of Reek's blood flow.

The flow of these blood does not seem to be completely irregular.

Under a special interference, they diffused and twisted on the ground, and finally turned into a shape similar to an eight-legged spider. On this shape, there are many "fruits". From this perspective, Reek's blood seemed to form an abstract map, and Lin Feng also saw a cube next to a spider's leg.

If I didn't guess wrong, the square next to it represents a stone tablet?

The corpse of Reek, who had lost his head, was struggling constantly, trying to get up from the ground, but some natives brutally pierced it into the ground with a knife, and they applied a kind of herbal medicine on the corpse. Under the effect of the herbs, something in Reek's body gradually calmed down.

Until Gamma Lan got up from "hysteria" and "vision".

The sunset is westward.

An ominous atmosphere fell in the forest, and the natives had already left some herbs aside in advance to prevent any beasts from smelling blood and coming to attack them.

Seeing the backbone wake up, the natives visibly cheered up.

Gammaran, who had taken the green ointment, was very depressed.

The natives who were with him sang and danced around him, took out the skull hanging from his waist, and offered it with both hands.

Gamalan didn't speak, he rejected the kindness of the natives under his command.

With great effort, he took Reek's head out, and took a deep breath at the head of the corpse that had died a long time ago. Afterwards, Gamalan's complexion improved visibly with the naked eye.

He seems to really have a way to communicate between the living and the dead.

He is a wizard!
The corpse's head also began to shrink rapidly, and the natives beside him cheered.

At the same time, someone was whispering beside Gamalan, and Gamalan nodded, motioning for several people to follow him.

After returning for a while, Lin Feng saw that these people had brought back the head of the native who had died in the hands of the scorpion python.

Gamalan felt a little sad when he saw these heads.

He motioned to his subordinates to scoop out the potion from another bucket and pour it on the head. He chanted something to the head, and then began to sing and dance, with bells on his wrists. He was one of these people The only ones with bells, their bare feet, danced around the corpse in a circle.

Someone else picked up the drum and patted it lightly. The singing was full of sadness.

They are singing.

Lin Feng couldn't understand the lyrics.

But the music is common, the kind of sadness that touches people's hearts, makes people unable to hold back tears, until finally, when some of them took out the leaves as whistles and began to play, Lin Feng felt a kind of heart-wrenching The palpitating wildness, and the piercing sadness.

He thought of many things inexplicably.

About the headhunting methods of these natives.

It is not only these natives who believe that the head is the belonging of the soul.

Even some primitive sects believed that the head was an extremely important part of the human body, especially the skeleton.

They all have a rare obsession with human skulls.

When those people kept singing and their steps became more and more orderly, that Gamalan made a high-pitched voice, like the voice after bliss, and then the skeletons hanging around his neck and waist Heads start shaking.

There was a "buzzing" sound!

Immediately, a native brought over another wooden barrel, and Gamalan held Reek's head in both hands and threw it inside.

At this moment, the sun finally set.

Gammalan also showed his true form.

A pure black ghost.

Before turning into a pure black ghost, Gammaran will experience the pain of an old snake shedding its skin. Seeing this, the natives around beat the snare drum vigorously, saying "Hey! Hey!" ! Hey!" voice.

Lin Feng used the method of watching the breath.

Gamalan, who discovered that the natives had turned into a ghost, was called an oil devil.

The oil devil is an evil creature made by a black wizard in Nanyang. It can walk through the streets and alleys in the form of a ghost, ignoring obstacles. It's just that such a terrifying ghost has two biggest functions. The first is to steal things. The second is to be a flower picker.

Moreover, the oily devil that Gammaran transformed into is not the same as the oily devil in Lin Feng's imagination. He turned into an oily devil, but his body is still there. This is a huge difference from the oily devil in Nanyang legends.

The dark ghost grabbed the corpse on the ground and ran towards the distance.

The rest of the people stayed where they were, but as if they were extremely afraid of the night in the primeval forest, they frantically took out torches to illuminate themselves, and after Gamalan left, they ventilated with each other anytime and anywhere.

Specifically, a person makes a specific sound.

Looking at them, it seems that they are afraid of losing their clansmen in the dark.

In the dark, is there a great terror?
Lin Feng looked at his side, inexplicably, he also felt that as the sun set, darkness descended, and the darkness seemed to be full of various dangers.

But fortunately, beside him, the danger was not too strong.

Because on the tree, there is also a light source.

Lin Feng felt as if he was in a fairy tale world.

Surrounded by fireflies.

In the light of fireflies, although Lin Feng might be discovered, these lights also helped him dispel a certain amount of darkness.

Keep him safe.

While Lin Feng was on guard, he saw that Gammaran threw the still wriggling corpse at the inscription.

Throwing it out, Lin Feng saw the corpse disappear out of thin air.

Even with Lin Feng's eyesight, he couldn't clearly see how the corpse disappeared.

strangeness……

Even Gamma Lan was surprised. After observing for a while, he suddenly backed away quickly and came back!

After returning, Gamalan returned to human form.

Started to think of another way.

Lin Feng saw them driving away another animal in the primeval forest—wild boar. After a long while, the rumbling wild boar rushed towards the direction of the inscription, but when driving the wild boar away, Gamalan changed again. He became an oil devil, holding a torch and shining it over the wild boar. When he passed by Lin Feng, he and Lin Feng looked at each other in blank dismay.

Lin Feng looked at him, and he also looked at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng showed him a friendly smile.

If Lin Feng was not mistaken, he saw a strong and indelible surprise in the ghostly eyes of Gammaran, he was surprised that Lin Feng was still alive!

Someone hid in a tree in the dark, but not only did he not find him, but neither did the evil spirits hiding in the forest.

This was so outrageous that he thought there was something wrong with his eyes.

But at this moment, the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

He drove the wild boar towards the direction of the inscription, but the wild boar also clearly sensed the danger on the side of the inscription. When hesitating, the natives behind made a strange cry and drove them away!
"Oh oh oh oh!"

With torches in their hands, they kept waving and making noises. These natives showed overwhelming momentum, and some even took out the remnants of the sow's fq breath, and threw the rags at the inscription.

Just like that, those wild boars who were still hesitating rushed towards the inscription with red eyes because of their natural drive.

Lin Feng could see clearly that in some places where the torches did not shine, the wild boars disappeared without a sound. These wild boars disappeared into the darkness without making any extra noise.

It's like darkness can swallow everything.

Lin Feng's left eye can see in the dark.

The bright moon in the sky should be bright on the ground.

But in the primeval forest, the stars and the moon cannot be seen, and the ground is pitch black.

Because "the canopy is like shade", the canopy will cover the sun, the moon and the stars. Because Lin Feng is standing relatively high, there are fireflies around him. As time goes by, the moon shines on his side, speckled.

Lin Feng looked down, also from the holes.

In his field of vision, the wild boar disappeared without a sound. He didn't see anything, and the wild boar disappeared from his field of vision. This kind of weird creep made Lin Feng's whole body tense.

The danger is still there, but Lin Feng is safe and sound.

Except there is light around him.

This may have something to do with his low popularity.

He had already been mentioned by more than one person, and his popularity was low.

Besides, Lin Feng also hung a safety talisman. Although it was said to be wet, but Lin Feng thought of Xiaomiaozhu's ability, and felt that with his strength, it should not be a big deal for his amulet to get wet.

Most of Mazu's believers are people who live at sea.

If it is contaminated with water, the peace talisman will be useless.

Then Mazu's peace talisman is not worthy of its name.

As a large number of wild boars disappeared behind the inscription, the impetuous low pressure behind the inscription gradually disappeared and returned to normal.

In the end, a wild boar successfully crossed the "Thunder Pond", ran two steps forward, and then his feet were empty.

There was a "heart-piercing" sound.

The wild boar fell into the deep pit and did not climb out again.

Wild - pig -!
Realizing the death of the wild boar, Gamalan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took the shape of a human and walked over to Lin Feng's hiding place without rushing past the inscription.

Lin Feng jumped down from the tree and landed beside Gammaran.

He knew he had been found.

Gamalan looked at Lin Feng, took out a blue and white orchid and fan knife from his backhand, and said something in the local language.

Lin Feng was as motionless as a mountain.

Can't understand.

Seeing this, Gamalan scanned his attire, and when he saw the firecracker on his waist, he asked, "Ming?"

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