Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

Good heavens, the people in the gatehouse all know how to fight from a distance, and every move they make is like adding fuel to the fire in the furnace. Especially when facing evil spirits, no one talks about physically confronting them.

But Li Feng did just that. Not only did he do it, but he also wore a robe that sent chills down everyone's spine. The purple lightning struck his body, making his robe flutter loudly.

The electric arc crackled, amplifying the power of the broken blade, which pierced fiercely into the leaping monster.

"Sir, you are a man of great knowledge and experience. Please explain what this is all about, and what kind of evil spirit it is?"

Huang Da, the head manager, couldn't help but swallow. He was a manager who had been in charge of the business, but the more he looked at this person, the less he understood him. Could someone in the business have such cultivation?

Mr. Lin rested his chin on his hand, pondered for a moment, and looked at the altar master's appearance. "I only know that the evil spirit seems to have a background, called the Transformation Serpent, but you also understand that such a thing cannot be created by human power. Without years of accumulated skill, how could it possess such ferocity?"

"As for my master chef, well, just two words: awesome! That's all I'll say!"

After saying this, Mr. Lin subtly bowed again to his ancestor, saying, "Greetings, ancestor! Greetings, ancestor!"

Li Feng held the fierce knife and slashed at the snake's skin. The soft skin slid away, allowing him to dodge the thunderous blow.

Li Feng found it fascinating. He watched as the serpent's claws, sharp and wreathed in miasma, slashed across Bai Nayi's clothes with a hiss. Arcs of electricity crackled, and the thick miasma was instantly neutralized by most of it, yet it still seemed to be spreading upwards.

The fierce knife was somewhat annoyed and was about to take Li Feng and slash at the transformed snake again, but Li Feng forcefully pulled it back, and it stood there angrily with its back to Li Feng.

Li Feng wasn't unwilling to press his advantage, but he felt he couldn't fight like this. This thing was still changing; the lightning strikes actually added to its power.

Previously, he acted on his ferocious instincts, but now, when they fight again, he is noticeably more cautious and vigilant.

He could even vaguely sense that the serpent was intentionally resisting his attacks.

"Good heavens, this guy really thinks he's got it all figured out, trying to ride the wind and transform from a snake into a dragon!"

Seeing this scene, Mr. Lin couldn't help but sigh.

"Could it be that his wish has truly come true...?"

Huang Dazhang's expression was stiff, his hands were clenched into fists, and his fingers were clenched tightly.

The handsome young man behind him wanted to take another step forward, but was stopped by Huang Dazhang and shook his head.

"Kill! Kill! Only by going against the heavens can we gain power! Come on, come on, show your skills!"

The serpent suddenly spoke, its rough voice causing everyone to tremble and look at it in disbelief.

"How can something that has swallowed years of miasma still retain its humanity?"

Mr. Lin was secretly alarmed. His gaze lingered on the snake, and he could vaguely see that the flesh under the snake's skin had grown a ring longer.

"Show your hand, come on!"

After saying this, Li Feng raised the murderous knife in his hand, then leaped up on his toes. Lightning bolts struck down, hitting Li Feng's robe and turning it purple.

This blade contained a murderous intent; it was Li Feng's slash, delivered on behalf of Xiang Tong'er's resentment. He had previously witnessed Xiang Tong'er's tragic fate in the simulator, and it had been quite painful.

Not to mention, from the middle-aged man's simulated life, he witnessed the ruthless methods of the altar master in front of him, who actually sacrificed everyone in the entire Lock Dragon Manor.

The whole thing is a reversed cycle, a mixture of yin and yang.

No wonder all the river drifters in Suolongzhuang ended up like this; to withstand the corrosive effects of the dragon miasma, they had to die once first.

Click, click~

Thunder rumbled, and bolts of lightning as thick as buckets fell straight down, enveloping Li Feng's entire body. His robes looked even more like thundercoats, exuding a powerful masculine aura.

Mr. Lin and Huang Dazhang suddenly fell silent. They were both people in the same industry, and the more powerful a person was, the more awe they had for the great power of heaven and earth.

I've never seen anyone who could withstand the Thunder.

"It sounds like something a eccentric Taoist priest would say; this kid seems more like he's acting on behalf of Heaven to punish evil!"

Mr. Lin was lost in thought and dared not say anything more, for fear of disturbing the heavens and getting into trouble.

Li Feng unleashed several slashes in succession, and the fire in the furnace burned fiercely, but unlike the middle-aged man's fire, it did not show outwardly; instead, it gathered strength from within.

Outsiders might not understand, but Li Feng knew very well that he was able to rely on the power of the heavens precisely because of this patchwork robe. Despite the fierce knife in his hand and his clenched teeth, he was still a trembling coward.

"A golden carp is no ordinary fish; it transforms into a dragon once it encounters wind and clouds!"

This sounded like the words of a reckless fool, but the altar master believed it and even learned a skill from him.

The serpent's ferocious face was smiling. He looked at the lightning-infused blade that Li Feng had used to cleave the body, which had expelled all the foul energy. He was just waiting to collect the Ascension Method he had retrieved from the great tomb and cross the Heavenly Gate to become an immortal in one fell swoop.

The immense lightning energy vanished like a mud ox entering the sea; in an instant, the snake-like body grew larger, becoming bloated and no longer reverting to its original form, gradually taking on the shape of a snake.

The so-called snake is followed by the viper.

This snake was imbued with malevolent energy, its body covered in black scales, and it had no feet, allowing it to walk close to the water.

The current serpent is somewhat trending in this direction; with its huge mouth and fangs opening and closing, it spews out thick mist, and at first glance, it looks just like a real dragon.

When Li Feng arrived in front of him, he was much smaller. If it weren't for the dim night sky and the lightning, he wouldn't have been able to see him clearly.

Mr. Lin, who was watching from the sidelines, was getting anxious and wanted to step forward to help, but human strength has its limits, and he could never reach Li Feng's level.

Huang, the head clencher, clenched his fists tightly, his cheeks wet with water, whether from sweat or raindrops, it was hard to tell.

The handsome young man beside him tried to speak several times, but Huang Dazhang stopped him each time.

Li Feng, who had landed on a wooden plank, frowned and stared intently at it, while pondering something in his mind.

Only after the serpent was enveloped in a layer of miasma and inhaled and exhaled a torrent of heavenly fortune did its black scales gradually dissolve as lightning flashed.

It's located at the seven-inch mark on the body, the so-called "snake strikes at its seven-inch mark," that's its Achilles' heel.

Therefore, the first step in the formation of black scales is to wrap the softest part.

Just as he was looking for this opportunity, Li Feng made his move. The fire in the furnace was burning at its brightest, and he arrived swiftly, wearing a thunder-patterned coat.

He then thrust the dagger into the room.

The serpent knew this principle and struggled to keep Li Feng away, but unexpectedly, the dagger seized the opportunity and stabbed hard inside.

As the offering was being made, Li Feng felt a force pulling him from behind, but when he looked around, there was no one there.

The serpent was slashed with the cleaver, and a spray of blood gushed out, staining the river red. It thrashed and howled in the water.

But no dark shadow was seen floating downstream.