Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 136 Killing (3.2k)

After the old man finished speaking, he pushed Lin Feng away, and said in extreme disgust, "Stay away, I'm not old yet."

He took out the gold pocket watch from the sleeve of his clothes, and couldn't see the time clearly with his cloudy eyes. The old man frowned, took back the pocket watch, and asked with a bad look: "What time is it?"

Lin Feng: "It's half past eight."

The old man nodded: "It's almost time, you go inside, take out the contents, and be careful."

While talking, the old man took out a pair of gloves, threw them on Lin Feng's body and said, "Don't get your palms pricked."

Lin Feng put on gloves. This pair of gloves should be tanned cowhide, with a total of three layers.

Walking over, the corpse gas in the coffin has long since dissipated.

Lin Feng lifted the lid of the coffin lightly.

This coffin is quite old, it should be the coffin of a wealthy family, the material is very solid, and the coffin boards are also very heavy, so three people need to work hard together.

In Lin Feng's case, just lift it lightly.

It's a pity for the three brothers next to me, but they must die, even if they don't die now, with the old man's character, they will die too.

Tool man's fate.

Lifting the lid of the coffin, Lin Feng saw a piece of black leather lying quietly inside. Lin Feng picked up the black leather and recognized it.

This is the skin of a black zombie. It is unknown who peeled it off and put it in the coffin.Under this zombie, there are several dead people, layered on top of each other. Judging from the clothes they wear, they should also be modern people, but judging from the dense cinnabar spells on their bodies and faces, they should be some kind of dead people. Kind of nourishment.

Put it in the coffin, under the skin of the black murderous zombie, to warm and nourish the hostility.

This zombie skin has actually become a magic weapon now. As for whether it is a folk magic weapon?
Lin Feng felt that it should be counted.

Sure enough, even through the cowhide gloves, Lin Feng felt a kind of coldness that pierced into the bone marrow when he got the skin.

This cold feeling continuously penetrated into his body through the gloves.

But the aura in Lin Feng's body kept repelling the hostility from approaching.

This thing is harmless to him for a short time.

Looking at the layout, someone buried a person alive, using the person's last despair to accumulate this earth-shattering hostility, and using the method of suppressing evil, so that the corpse that exudes hostility cannot become strange, there is only anger, no body.

Then he found a zombie skin and asked the zombie skin to absorb the hostility of these dead people to form a cloak.

This thing can be regarded as an evil weapon.

Lin Feng's eyes flickered for a moment, he climbed up from the pit, and said, "Grandpa, I got the things."

"I got it, that's good."

The old man couldn't stand anymore, he simply sat on the ground and said with a sneer: "Since you got the thing, hold on to it firmly, this thing has legs, if you are not careful, it will fly away by itself , now that you have got this thing, let’s move on to the second thing.”

"By the way, don't you always think I'm controlling you hard? Today I'll make you happy for a while.

You have worshiped me for so many years, and it is time for me to worship you. "

I pray to you.

Lin Feng frowned.

Why does it sound more and more like borrowing Yinshou?

The old man asked again: "What time is it?"

Lin Feng opened his pocket watch and took a look: "Eight thirty-five."

"Okay, it's time."

The old man nodded and said, "Take off your shoes and let me see your feet."

Hearing this, Lin Feng took off his shoes. The old man didn't dislike the smell, and said, "Take off your socks."

Lin Feng took off his socks, and the old man's hand had already reached over, touched his missing little finger, and he showed a smile.

"Okay, okay, it's good to be incomplete, it's good to be incomplete."

Only then did Lin Feng realize that he, Li Hefeng, was missing a toe.

And it appears to have been disabled since childhood.

Has grown into a normal look.

The old man showed a smile, then clapped his hands, and a middle-aged man walked in.

cringe.

On his head is 【Father, Li Buzheng】

It's the father of this body. He looked at his son with a complex expression, and then at the old man. Seeing the old man who was old and out of shape, he still didn't dare to be presumptuous at all. He lowered his head and his face was pale.

"Father."

He saluted respectfully, it was still a big salute, he knelt down and kowtowed twice to the old man.

The old man didn't talk nonsense.

"let's start."

He said.

While speaking, he motioned for Lin Feng to come over and be beside him.

"Ah Feng, stand up straight, wait a moment, no matter what happens, don't be surprised, don't have any reaction, if he asks you something, just 'hmm', understand?"

Lin Feng: "Yes."

The old man smiled, "What a cunning little thing."

He sat on the ground, waved his hands and said, "Move, it's all said and started."

Li Buzheng took off his shirt. On his upper body, there were many strange symbols, which looked like tattoos.

Lin Feng scanned the spells.

At this time, tattoos are not good for tattooing on the body.

Not to mention a wealthy businessman like Li Buzheng. During the Xianfeng period, unless there was a special reason, such as a Fa Conference or something, the rest of the people would not tattoo anything on their bodies, let alone It is said that such a large-scale thing with absolute folk significance.

It seems that it is extremely evil.

When Li Buzheng heard his father's words, his whole body trembled.

He flipped his hands and took out a box from his body, opened the box, and inside was a part that had been embalmed with some kind of embalming method, it was so small, it looked like a child's toe.

Li Buzheng picked up the thing with his fingers.

Lin Feng subconsciously looked down at "my" toes.

This is the little finger that was bitten off when he was a child?

Lin Feng vaguely remembered that when he was reading Dongying folklore, which book he read, some people would bite off a certain part of the child after the child was born, or the toes, or It's the little finger.

Take the meaning of incomplete.

Perfection will be destroyed, and incompleteness is also a kind of beauty.

He didn't expect that the same is true for Li Hefeng, who had his little finger removed since he was a child.

However, Lin Feng looked at Li Buzheng.

The old man of this family thinks so deeply.

Has he been counting since he was born?If this is the case, maybe all the people born in the Li family are missing something?
Li Buzheng took out the dried little finger of the child tremblingly, and said in a crying voice, "Father."

The old man ignored him and said in a deep voice, "Start!"

Following his sound, two people walked in from the outside. They stood behind Li Buzheng holding whips. Li Buzheng was trembling, but still knelt down and kowtowed to Lin Feng!
Lin Feng frowned!

Kneeling three times and knocking nine times, the ceremony of the emperor.

Except for emperors and gods and Buddhas, under normal circumstances, when you meet your father, you just kneel down and kowtow six times.

The old man observed his grandson with cloudy eyes, ready to correct his grandson's various behaviors at any time. Seeing that his grandson didn't move extra, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Stand up straight."

The old man said fiercely to Lin Feng, motioning Li Buzheng to continue prostrating, while he grabbed Lin Feng's ankle with extreme force.

The two tall figures standing behind Li Buzheng held drums in their hands and began to beat them with one hand. While beating, they took out paint from the bag on their waist and splashed it on his body. There are words in the mouth.

[Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, one yellow, one red, one blue, one white]

【I kneel】

【Son Taste】

【Come to help from all directions】

……

In this strange tone, the prostration continued, and the two people circled around Li Buzheng, without touching Lin Feng the whole time.

Lin Feng used [Guanqi Eye: A Glimpse], seeing his cheap father, the luck on his head couldn't be lowered.

[Black clouds are lowered, and death is haunted]

Seeing Li Buzheng who kept prostrating, the old man said indifferently to Lin Feng: "This is the way to seize luck. Your fate will be taken away by your father. Every child in our Li family will be seen by ghosts and gods when they are born. Until the time comes, in the bag.

If any one is missing, ghosts and gods will chase us, and we will not be able to escape.

This method of seizing luck is a method I got from a wild Taoist. I tried it and it works.

From today onwards, your fate will be gone, and you will become a person without fate. Although this will cause a lot of trouble in the future, it is also a way to survive death.

What happens next depends on your luck. "

Lin Feng didn't respond.

But what he thought was, if it really came to the point where the family was ruined, why didn't the Li family invite Taoist priests and monks to come over and take a look? Is it because Taoist priests and monks are not willing to talk to each other, or is there something else hidden?
In such a strange "luck-winning ceremony", after prostrating three times and prostrating nine times, Li Buzheng's body was filled with various paints.

Yellow, red, blue.

Li Buzheng couldn't even open his eyes.

But at this time, one of the men in black untied the whip from his waist, and beat Li Buzheng fiercely.

Li Buzheng was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out all over his body, and blood came out from his back in just one moment.

Before he could cry out the pain, he put the little finger of his toe in his mouth.

He looked at Lin Feng with pleading eyes.

Under Lin Feng's unbelievable gaze, one of the two tall men in black came over, holding a dagger—a bone dagger, and skillfully cut through Lin Feng's tiger's mouth, not deep, Scabs easily.

Lin Feng didn't move.

It was about half a bowl of blood, and the two men in black divided the half bowl of blood into two broken bowls, took a willow leaf, stained it with a little blood, and surrounded Li Buzheng. The blood splashed on his body, and then whipped him.

【A word called prosperity and wealth】

[Secondly, the house is full of children and grandchildren]

[Three days full of guests]

【Fourth is peace and disaster free】

……

Even more strange accent, these blessings were spoken by these two, as if the cold wind of thousands of years hit the cracks in everyone's bones.

Right in front of Lin Feng, they flogged Li Buzheng to serious injury, and then wrapped him in a white cloth.

In a moment, the white cloth turned into a red cloth.

At this time, someone took out a crutch and handed it to the old man. The old man trembled, stood up with difficulty, and said to Lin Feng: "Okay, now, you hug your father and take this zombie skin. Next I will If you want to, you must remember carefully and keep everything in your heart.

If there is any omission, tonight, your life will be worse than death, and you will never be reincarnated!understand? "

Lin Feng nodded.

Very solemn.

The old man said in a deep voice: "The first thing is that you go out through this door, no matter what anyone says, you don't believe it."

Lin Feng: "Including you?"

The old man: "Including me."

(End of this chapter)