Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

"Those thieves are utterly unethical. They took a shortcut and caught us all. It's just that our methods were too weak to subdue them. They're practically handing us over to the riverbank!"

Mr. Lin's words sounded so plausible that they seemed to be true.

But Li Feng sensed something was amiss. He glanced at the two people behind Mr. Lin and saw the strange look in their eyes, so he knew there was something fishy going on.

Regardless of whether Mr. Lin's words were true or false, Li Feng had his own internal struggle.

The head clerk, Huang, darted around in disbelief and quickly chimed in, "That's true, that's true! If it weren't for your help, sir, we would have been lost in that perilous river long ago, and you, sir, would likely have met with disaster as well!"

Li Feng ignored them, only glancing at the handsome young man behind Huang Da's desk. The young man was dressed in a refined manner, and when he saw Li Feng's gaze, his face flushed slightly, and he nervously gripped the folding fan in his hand.

Shaking his head inwardly, Li Feng thought he'd deal with it once he got back, but then the leading soldier shouted, "My benefactor! You have a master in the mortal realm? He'll summon your soul!"

Li Feng was taken aback upon hearing this, noticing that the head of the large table and the handsome young man had lowered their heads even further.

Li Feng was at a loss as to how to sort out what had happened inside.

Before half an incense stick could burn, Li Feng felt his soul drift away. In a daze, when he opened his eyes again, he noticed that there was a jar in front of him.

This enormous jar was erected across the entire river, connecting several boats. Frowning, I noticed that it was surrounded by a large crowd of people, all dressed in red, with images of ferocious beasts of unknown origin depicted on their robes.

Then I heard someone singing a tune beside me, "Please, master, sew my clothes, get ready to see the judge..."

Good heavens, upon closer inspection, he realized he was already bound hand and foot and about to be lifted and thrown into the water. He could clearly see a whirlpool swirling in the water, and vaguely see a sinister pupil gradually forming. A chill ran down his spine.

Fortunately, Li Feng woke up at this moment. He couldn't let himself be thrown down. The thief seemed to have a telepathic connection and cut the ropes binding Li Feng in no time.

Seeing that Li Feng was making a move, the group was initially delighted, but then became furious. They didn't make any move, but instead sang a tune and desperately tried to suppress him.

Looking at Mr. Lin and the others standing side by side, they had also woken up and were about to be thrown into the river. Li Feng hurriedly urged the thug to untie them.

Just as Li Feng was thinking about how to use it, he didn't expect that the furnace inside his lower abdomen felt like it had been doused with water, and he couldn't exert any force at all. When Mr. Lin lit the furnace before, he had mentioned that Li Feng had a furnace inside his lower abdomen.

I didn't realize it at first, but later I realized that it really does have benefits whenever I use it.

But something's not right now; they've sealed off their furnace.

Mr. Lin, standing behind them, then said, "It's Dragon Head Miasma. Something in the river has become a spirit, and the miasma has entered its body. Our methods won't work!"

This explanation made Li Feng understand why Mr. Lin had been kidnapped.

No wonder I felt so uncomfortable being all wet.

The singing grew louder and louder, and the whirlpool in the river grew larger and larger, as if an invisible force was pulling Li Feng in.

The ruthless knife seemed to have been affected as well, becoming listless and less motivated to repay its debts!

Large swaths of text began to appear before Li Feng's eyes; it was the Heaven and Earth Money Exchange starting to collect debts!

This surprised Li Feng, because he firmly felt that the debt collection was none other than the Dragon Head Miasma!

The miasma, billowing like a thick fog, was completely absorbed by Li Feng as if he were plunged into a bottomless pit.

Taken aback, Li Feng saw smoke rising from the furnace below. The fierce-looking man, invigorated, leaped up and slashed at the group of Ascension Cult members beside him.

The Ascension Cult members were startled, not expecting that the first to attack would be a knife that was broken in half.

These members of the Ascension Cult used rather bizarre methods. One by one, their throats were slit with the murderous knife, yet they were still alive. Some even managed to reattach their severed heads.

Li Feng was also taken aback when he saw this.

"The unorthodox method of soul-binding ensures the person won't die as long as the soul remains intact!"

Mr. Lin shouted, but he couldn't help now. The furnace was sealed, and he had no way to use it.

Huang, the head cook standing to the side, was also dumbfounded. No matter how skilled he was, he had never encountered such a situation before. The furnace was sealed, and the fire could not be heated. How could he possibly help?

The handsome young man had a solemn expression, and his gaze toward Li Feng held a hint of something indescribable.

What was truly disgusting was that these severed heads were still chanting incantations, as if trying to drag Li Feng and the others into the whirlpool in the river.

Li Feng frowned, mentally calculating his methods. Finally, he got up and jumped to the center of the boat plank, called out to the murderer, and then grabbed the tools from his bag, managing to stitch up the dismembered corpses.

As he was sewing, the group of Ascension Cult members suddenly cried out, blood flowing from their seven orifices, their heads shattering. It turned out that Li Feng had "forced a marriage" between their heads, sending these Ascension Cult members to their deaths.

"Wow, that's a tough guy!"

Mr. Lin was a very law-abiding person; he never imagined that a method could be used in this way.

What he didn't expect was that Li Feng used the "sewing murder method," which meant he not only killed someone but also added to his own merits.

After they finished their work, a cultist in purple robes shouted, apparently a leader. The cleavers were swung at him, but no mark was left.

"He's the leader of the Ascension Sect. He won't die unless this jar breaks. We need to find the talisman!"

"This jar was built on the river, so it must rely on the water's force. The talisman used to suppress evil spirits is most likely located in the river!"

Upon hearing this, Li Feng immediately understood. Thinking it over, he took out a green coin from his pocket. It was a mother coin. Relying on his method, he threw it in front of him, and two disheveled figures emerged from the water.

Covered in layers of scales, with eyes swollen like balls, the two of them chattered incoherently, but unexpectedly, Li Feng rubbed the old skin on his hands and peeled it off layer by layer.

Mr. Lin, with his sharp eyes, recognized this as a beautiful woman undressing.

Looking at what Li Feng was using, he was shocked. It wasn't just that one layer of skin had been peeled off; it was that several layers had been peeled off. The two monsters, no longer human-shaped, were even trying to pull Li Feng into the water by taking advantage of the current.

But you don't see a layer of skin peel off; this layer of skin is the outer scales.