Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 114 Nuo Opera (3k)

Ten hours later, at night, Lin Feng got off the provincial road and entered the potholed path.

Lin Feng and the car flickered together.

He has already left the county seat, and according to the navigation, there are no settlements along the way.

While driving, Lin Feng heard:

[You have deviated from the navigation and are re-planning the route for you]

【You have deviated from...】

【weak signal】

The sound of the navigation fades away.

Lin Feng stopped the car and looked at the wicked navigation thoughtfully.

The mobile phone signal bottomed out, and at some point, a thin layer of mist formed around.

The rain fell on the car, and the wipers flicked helplessly from side to side.

It was pitch black all around.

He seemed to have fallen into the mouth of a giant beast, and there was no light.

Headlights can't pierce the mist.

Lin Feng tapped the steering wheel rhythmically with his fingers.

He traveled day and night to Nuo Village.

Under normal circumstances, for about two hours, the driver needs to take a break to prevent fatigue driving and car accidents.

Lin Feng doesn't need it.

He can drive, all day long.

The spirit is not in a trance.

This is the benefit of practice.

Opening the car window, Lin Feng took a deep breath, absorbing the outside wind into his lungs.

It doesn't taste right.

This is not the Nuo village he wanted to come to.

It's changed.

The wind here is a bit too mellow, and the content of something beneficial to his practice has increased significantly in it, and according to the navigation, he will be able to reach Nuo Village if he is more than ten kilometers ahead.

However, the navigation did not tell him that the road ahead would become like this. He opened the car door and took a look at the road. The original cement road had turned into a complete dirt road.

When does it become way?

He fell into the long test.

Maybe, he won't be able to reach Nuo Village.

Maybe, this is the Nuo Village.

Lin Feng lowered the window to let his stranger breath out, if this is not a decent place.

Then his breath of life is passed on.

There must be something coming for him.

It's just that he didn't expect it.

The things here are more durable than he imagined, 15 minutes passed, no one took care of him, only the pattering rain outside made Lin Feng very upset.

He patted the suitcase behind him.

"Seven Martial Seas under the King" floated out, those who took umbrellas took umbrellas, and those who lit up lit up. Lin Feng got off the car with a game console on his back, a carving knife and scraps in his hand, and began to engrave words seriously .

He planned to make the land scepter from the leftover material engraved with the true shape map of the Five Sacred Mountains (Mount Tai).

This is the land scepter.

What the land scepter looks like is not definite.

Look at the land god personal taste.

During much of the Han Dynasty, land scepters were shaped like nine-jointed rods.

That style is more fashionable.

The same is true in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the dynasty was not stable, and all kinds of weird scenes appeared on the land of the Central Plains, emerging one after another.

In that era, immortals appeared and miracles were frequent.

Many immortals hold nine-section staffs in their hands.

Lin Feng had no such plan.

This thing is what he used to practice.

After he engraved the incantation, before he wrote a few words, he had to cut open his finger, let the blood drip on it, spread it evenly, and infiltrate the words.

Into the land, the blood must be thick.

Otherwise, if the land scepter is not made, it will lose both vitality and blood, and people will be gone.

After using it for a while, if it wasn't for his own strength, he really couldn't cut his skin.

Since the last [Method of Secret Food: Eat Wind and Drink Dew], his skin has become tougher every day.

Like tanned armor.

I don't know when I will be able to hold the matchlock gun head-on.

Then evolved to front-loading guns, breech-loading guns, machine guns, heavy artillery...

Lin Feng was ignorant about his future.

He was really afraid that the next time he [Secret Food Method: Eating Wind and Drinking Dew], his bones would be broken for no reason.

After all, it sounds like one thing to wash the scriptures and cut the marrow, move the breath and change the blood, but it is another thing if it really happened to him.

The incantation is half written.

There was a "click".

There was a hole in the leftover material.

Seeing is impossible to write.

Seeing this, Lin Feng was left speechless.

"..."

Pinching numb, picking materials, right?

You don't like my North American cherry wood, do you?

You wait, I will take Washington's small ax to kill you.

I'll make it when I find something good.

Put this thing on your waist, put this semi-finished product in your hand, and don't know if the thing is split, half finished, or completely useless.
His actions seemed reckless, but in fact he was leading the snake out of the hole, waiting for [Unyielding] to take effect.

[Unyielding] You can tell him where the threat is at the first time, and help him find the mastermind behind the scenes.

But now, the enemy is very cunning.

[Unyielding] and [Jian Xin Tong Ming] are as quiet as chickens.

This also proves.

Around, there is no danger.

In addition to the thicker fog around him, he has been out for so long, his breath of life and the smell of blood have already been released, but still no one came to trouble him, you know, he has [Wild Fox Zen] on him .

What a quiet place.

Lin Feng had no choice but to park the car and walk towards the road in front of him. It was a section of mountain road. Lin Feng didn't release the "Qi Wu Hai under the King" to explore the way. The last time he grabbed those things from Xu Nian, "Qi Wu Hai under the King" did a lot of damage.

The wind blows out, but it can't blow away the surrounding fog. The surrounding fog doesn't look like a normal product.

There should be a mountain road in front of him, and he was walking up the mountain road continuously, walking and walking, the muddy land turned into a stone-paved ground.

At this time, the fog also dispersed a little.

Can see the road in front of you clearly.

At this time, Lin Feng's coat was already completely wet.

It began to rain patter in the sky, and in the distance, the sound of beating gongs and drums continued to be heard.

It's like singing a big show.

There was a "clicking" sound coming from his ear, Lin Feng walked towards the place where the sound came from, and soon saw an old man.

The clothes the old man was wearing looked like a gown, and it was the chimney in his hand that made the sound of "clicking".

In this place that is not considered bright, it flickers and dims.

He crouched under the stone lion at the gate of the village, huddled up, smoking dry tobacco.

Behind him is an archway with two characters written on it, Nuo Village.

"Young student, where are you going?"

Seeing the person coming, the old man raised his eyelids and asked.

Lin Feng: "It's not where I go, but where can I go?"

The old man smiled: "What a young man with a temper, where can you go?"

Lin Feng: "I want to go to Nuo Village."

He took out a carving knife from behind him, handed it to Lin Feng and said, "For you, junior."

Lin Feng looked at this thing, but didn't pick it up.

"what is this?"

he asks.

The old man: "The carving knife is also the lifeblood of the old man. A carver relies on this thing to live. The old man used to have thirteen carving knives, but now he only has one."

Lin Feng: "Are you an engraver? What are you engraving?"

The old man: "Nuo noodles."

Lin Feng: "The village is in a mess, what are you doing?"

Old man: "Exorcism, sing Nuo opera, and hold a meeting."

Lin Feng: "Is it finished?"

The old man: "I don't know either, I guess it won't work."

Lin Feng: "Then I know what I'm here for. I'll leave as soon as I come to exorcise demons. Where is this?"

This is a bit of a knowing question.

Nuo village is written in big characters in front of him.

If it was in a different place, Lin Feng might just say "you can't read" and just throw it away.

The old man is different.

The old man has a mild temper.

Hearing Lin Feng's words, he smiled like a chrysanthemum: "Xiaosheng, don't you want to come here? This is Nuo Village."

Lin Feng took the carving knife and put it away. The old man saw Lin Feng put away the carving knife and smiled even more heartily.

Lin Feng: "Do you want to go in together?"

The old man: "It's boring, I can't walk anymore."

Lin Feng: "Okay, then you can rest here."

The old man didn't speak any more, and Lin Feng walked into Nuo Village without looking back.

I don't know if the old man is hiding in the fog.

Still gone.

Lin Feng didn't look at it.

The old man looked at Lin Feng who walked in and stretched out.

The old man's heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys are all gone.

The buildings in Nuo Village are somewhat similar to the Qingquanzhai that Lin Feng saw. The entire Nuo Village is built on stilts, like buildings built on the hills. The whole Nuo Village has a road up and down.

The core of Qingquan Village is the [Sacred Shrine], and the core of Nuo Village is the [Nuo Temple].

No one could be seen around, but Lin Feng could hear voices, various voices, like someone whispering, and when he walked forward, he could also hear the sound of gongs, drums and operas.

However, everything was heard but not the person. It was not until Lin Feng walked to the front of the [Nuo Temple] that he heard "Ah!"

With a clear voice, a person with a Nuo mask rushed out of the mist, and there were still wisps of mist.

Holding the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand, he walked straight "Wow", pointed at the void in front of him with one hand, and walked past Lin Feng.

"Chop, chop, chop!"

He is beheading evil spirits.

Lin Feng didn't look back, and heard that the Nuo master with Guan Gong's Nuo mask was beheading the invisible existence with the Qinglong Yanyue knife in his hand.

It looks like he didn't make it.

Because his internal organs are all empty.

After a pause, Lin Feng continued to walk forward.

"Good thief, don't go."

After walking two steps forward, I saw the bull's head and horse face again. This bull's head and horse face was also holding a chain, and its stomach was empty.

The people who sing Nuo opera here seem to have their internal organs cleaned out.

Dead clean.

Guan Gong Liu Bei, Niutou Mamian, Zhou Chang Qin Qiong, Goubo Pioneer, fierce gods and good men, civil servants and military generals, all of them were gutted and died in Nuo Village.

Only at the gate of Nuo Temple.

A man stands alone.

Lin Feng didn't recognize this mask, but at this moment, there was a reminder in front of his eyes, just like in the game.

【Fuxi】

This is a [Fuxi] Nuo face.

The person wearing the [Fuxi] Nuo mask did not die. He leaned against the Nuo temple and sat on the ground. The person did not die, but a crack was torn from the mask.

It wasn't until this time that Lin Feng felt [Jian Xin Tong Ming] and [Unyielding] and reacted.

(End of this chapter)