Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

Li Feng was taken aback by the sight of these two water monkey-like creatures; he had seen such filthy appearances before.

According to Da Zhiguo's biography, these things that had lost their human form were initially called "Water-Splashed Skin," but they had simply lost their skin and no longer had a human shape.

The itching was unbearable; scratching one patch of skin would cause another to peel off. Eventually, unable to bear it any longer, I simply ripped off all the skin on my body at once.

The solution is simple: drink the water of the Milky Way. However, once you drink the water of the Milky Way, it's like you've been addicted to aphrodisiacs; you can't stop drinking it, and your ailments will only get worse if you leave the water of the Milky Way.

Those who couldn't withstand the miasma became like giant cauldrons, dying a violent death and losing all semblance of human form.

Those that held on became the two people they are today, called Water Puppets.

As the two water puppets revealed their faces, they lashed out at Li Feng, their sharp nails concealing black miasma. If they managed to scratch him, they might just tear off a layer of skin.

Li Feng remained calm, dodging the gaps in the water puppet's skin. He rubbed his right thumb and forefinger together, and layers of visible old skin peeled off between his fingers. The water puppet was also peeling off its skin.

The water puppet grinned, assuming that its skin was already unbearably itchy, and that tearing it off saved it the trouble of scratching itself.

Li Feng laughed even harder; he didn't believe the water puppet had enough skin for him to shed.

Huang, the head of the accounting department, watched anxiously, slapping his thigh and saying, "My goodness! How could we treat them like this? Those water puppets are least afraid of losing their skin; they regenerate it incredibly fast!"

Mr. Lin was also somewhat panicked, but he remained silent because he knew that his skills were not up to par. However, he had seen how a real culprit used this method, peeling away the flesh layer by layer, even between your bones.

What is the "beauty undressing method"? It's like a beauty scratching at your bones, peeling off your skin layer by layer from the inside.

This was the first time I'd ever seen someone use it so casually, and sure enough, the water puppet stopped laughing, its three layers of skin peeled off, revealing its bones, and it collapsed to the ground with a snap.

"Wow, are young people really that energetic?"

Huang Dazhang was genuinely frightened. He knew that some people had their own firewood in the stove, but he had never seen anyone waste the furnace like this.

Li Feng wasn't in a hurry. He had plenty of credits to work on, so how could the furnace go out?

I wonder if there are steps inside the threshold; perhaps that would make it easier to apply force more quickly.

In no time at all, the two water puppets were skinned and torn to pieces.

"Good heavens..."

Mr. Lin and Chief Judge Huang exchanged a glance, each harboring their own secrets, but both were very wary. This young man was ruthless.

"Let's go, let's go quickly!"

Huang Dazhang called out to Li Feng and the others, and beckoned the ferryman to come over so that he could take them ashore.

The altar master on the jar revealed a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes. He had really messed up today; he never expected to be befall a young man.

Especially since this young man seemed to have not fully mastered his skills, and his various tricks were so diverse, it was hard for him to keep up.

But you want to leave?

The altar master grinned maliciously. He picked up a gray flag, swung it down, and then lifted it up again.

Then, a giant turtle, larger than a washbasin, crawled out of the whirlpool in the river. The turtle was no longer the same as before; it was covered with jagged cysts, some of which had burst open, oozing pus and swarming with flies.

Mr. Lin was startled when he saw this scene. He never expected that the altar master would actually bring out the river god from underwater.

But when the old turtle appeared, not only did the boat rock, but the people on the other boat also began to tighten their bodies, feeling extremely dry, like dry firewood, waiting to be ignited.

Li Feng shuddered violently, realizing his mouth was parched. He couldn't help but scoop up some water from the river and drink it. He bit his tongue and swallowed some of his essence blood before he finally recovered.

The altar master was still chanting incantations, pulling the old turtle with increasing force, his eyes bloodshot as he prepared to devour the group alive.

Seeing this, Li Feng dared not hold back any longer. He first brandished the fierce knife and, with all his might, slashed at the altar master, hoping to deplete his energy.

He then picked up the method of sealing the stove with yellow clay given to him by Mr. Lin. He didn't know if this method could be used for this picnic, but regardless, he first tried to stuff the old turtle into the stove with all his might.

No matter how big or small the items are, there's enough fire in the stove to keep them burning for as long as possible.

Mr. Lin was stunned when he saw Li Feng open his shirt and reveal his chest. What kind of person was this? How could he have even learned his unique skills?

Then he was even more shocked. How could he possibly put a river herder into the furnace? Wasn't he afraid of choking himself to death?

Huang, the head clerk, was completely bewildered. He considered himself a well-informed man who had seen all sorts of tricks, but he still couldn't figure out what Li Feng was using.

Li Feng gritted his teeth and lifted his belly. A burst of fire swirled inside his exposed belly. He knew that the Yellow Clay Sealing Furnace Method was all about the first step: opening the abdomen.

The size of the bowl, measured in inches, depends entirely on the craftsman's skill.

Although Li Feng had only just passed the threshold, his advantage lay in his powerful furnace, which was full of firepower.

He clasped his hands together in a gesture resembling an incense offering, a move that left Mr. Lin completely baffled. How could he have even learned his signature technique?

This move is a ritual of bestowing incense through altars. Li Feng is a bold man, and it's fortunate that he didn't have a master to teach him. If he had followed the rules, he wouldn't have dared to do it this way.

Presumably, they simply took the altar set up by the leader of the Ascension Sect on this jar and turned it into their own altar, not caring about anything else, and directly invited the old turtle in.

If I can't squeeze in, then you have to come in!

As he spoke, the three incense sticks that Li Feng was holding in his hands suddenly lit up and the smoke rose into the air.

The altar master, who was still waving the command flag in the center of the jar, was stunned and didn't notice that the fierce knife had seized the opportunity to slash him hard, leaving him with a sore butt.

The altar master, gritting his teeth and spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the black command flag, called out to his men and women, determined to take back the jar.

He never imagined that this young man would be so audacious as to directly undermine his cause and seize his jar.

Li Feng exerted all his strength, and the fire in the furnace roared, burning his face red. He directed the dagger to stab the altar master's buttocks, creating a hole there and opening a vital point in the altar master's airtight cover.

The altar master naturally understood this principle, and he dodged desperately, sticking his buttocks out to prevent the vicious knife from stabbing him again.

The changing situation was alarming. Mr. Lin, with his sharp eyes, noticed the change in the sky and quickly shouted, "Cut up the work! Hurry up and pack up! The weather's changed!"

Li Feng squinted at the sky, and his expression immediately turned to one of utter horror.