Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 21
The mountain torrents carried mud and washed away the mountain road that was not very clear.

I can't go.

Lin Feng, Zhu Baihu, and the guide had just climbed over a collapsed mountain road when they saw that the road in front of them was broken. Looking ahead, the broken mountain road did not stop here.

Seeing this, even Zhu Baihu showed a look of anxiety on his face.

"What time is it?"

Lin Feng looked up to the sky and found that the sun was shining in the middle, it was about noon.

The guide said it was three o'clock in the afternoon, with a map in his hand, and his head was burning with anxiety.

After walking for an hour, the road was cut off.

Who can not be in a hurry?
Standing on this muddy scour canal, Lin Feng smelled the ominous smell from the opposite wind, which made his heart feel damp.

That's his state of being alert.

It seemed that there was something extremely dangerous waiting for them on the road ahead.

【The Power of the Mountain God】

Plus what I just learned, the shaman, the wind elf.

Although the word elf sounds like something imported from Western fantasy novels.

In fact, there are many stories about elves in ancient books.

"Master Dao, the nearest road is broken..."

The guide's voice was trembling, and his face looked desperate.

After walking for more than an hour, the road was cut off.

Looking back now, I will sleep in the mountains at night.

Sleeping in the mountains is tantamount to dying.

The three-person group, the atmosphere suddenly became dignified.

Lin Feng looked ahead, this road could not be walked, in front of him, the mountain torrents completely destroyed the road, not to mention climbing up and down, or the falling stones not far away, it was enough for them to drink a pot, Lin Feng thought When we went up the mountain ahead, the appearance of the mountain road, we knew that it was raining heavily.

Mountain roads cannot be walked.

Not to mention the ominous atmosphere.

To find another way.

"What about changing the way?"

Lin Feng asked.

The guide pointed to the road next to him and said, "That's the one, but we can't walk this one."

Lin Feng looked around, and there was a foul-smelling wind blowing from that road.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lin Feng felt that this mountain road - a small road with only one person's width, and the surrounding leaves are deeper than those in the distance.

Dark green almost black.

Looking deeper, even this road has some evil spirits.

Ninth grade gas collection, the method of observing gas.

Deep in the trees, there are still black shadows, looking towards this side in broad daylight.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was shining brightly!

This road is indeed evil!
The guide looked at the road, as if a little afraid.

He held back for a long time, trembling, repeating with trembling lips.

"That road, I can't go!"

Unable to speak clearly, Zhu Baihu silently held his hand on the handle of the knife, intending to give the guide and even the scabbard a ruthless blow to wake him up.

Seeing that Master Dao's eyes were not looking good, Zhu Baihu reached down with his hand, and the guide was agitated, and said, "This is the road for morticians. This road is not for the living. Let's go up. Some people can't go there. Come on, it's no different from being sent to death! Master Yinshen has arrested us, and we have nowhere to complain.

Here, there is a ghost yamen! "

The guide has a deep awe of the road taken by the mortician!

"The mortician is driven away, can't we leave?"

When Lin Feng asked again, the guide was about to cry.

"Master Dao, that's not what he said."

In a hurry, he said everything.

It turns out that occupations in this world are divided into grades and grades.

Exorcising cadavers is also a job in the sidelines. There are three teachings and nine streams. Yachai, Bangfu, Shiyao, Dagou, porter, Gaotai, blower, circus, and prostitute belong to the bottom class. They despise the low end of the chain and are called lowly man.

Of course, morticians like cadavers are still in the low class, and they are lowly in the lowly industry, and there are no good people to do this job.

But how outsiders see it, this is outsider's business, the guide is also a sidewalker, he knows very well that those who have survived for many years in these professions have real skills in their hands.

He had heard some legends about the mortician, and he was terrified.

In the business of finding side doors, mortician is also considered the top business.

There are many mountainous roads and miasma in western Hunan. Some people die violently, and the fallen leaves return to their roots. That's what the morticians do.

"What's more, two gentlemen, there has been heavy rain recently, and there have been a lot of dead people. This road may have become a cloudy road, let alone at night, even if the sun can't be suppressed a little. If you are not careful, your soul will be taken away by someone."

The guide slapped his legs anxiously, wishing he could stab himself, showing the urgency of the matter.

Lin Feng signaled him not to talk too much.

"Just go this way."

He didn't forget the second-stage blood god behind him, and no one knew when the blood god behind him would catch up.

"Listen to Master Lin."

The Yanling saber was drawn out of its sheath, and Zhu Baihu gave a concise order.

"Go, or die."

There was no choice, between the great danger and dying now, the guide chose the great danger. With a sad face, he led Lin Feng into this path.

As soon as he entered, Lin Feng felt that something was wrong. The whispering around was like the situation of a schizophrenic patient. Everywhere, there is a face talking to you.

The surrounding treetops are dense, and as soon as they entered, the three of them felt dark in front of them.

It is not the visual darkness of light and darkness, but the oppressive darkness of the curtain.

Walking on this road, looking over from the corner of your eyes, there seems to be something XZ behind the tree, staring at you cautiously.

But if you really want to look directly at it, you can't see anything.

Lin Feng didn't forget his [Wild Fox Zen], if there is really something that can't be said here, then they must like to post with Lin Feng very much.

Fortunately, Lin Feng still has a layer of [Jinyiwei].

Lin Feng always had a vague feeling.

Say something to spoil the atmosphere.

Lin Feng felt that he and Zhu Baihu were like the Super Saiyans in the manga Dragon Ball, surrounded by a circle of dragons and tigers, protecting them perfectly.

Those dross did not dare to approach Lin Feng at all.

The surrounding wind blew over, wrapped around him, and lingered.

Feng didn't tell Lin Feng what danger it was.

The mountain road is very steep. When they are walking, they must be careful with their feet. If one of them accidentally rolls down the mountain, it will be troublesome.

In this way, the group of people hurried on the road silently, and finally came to a slightly gentle path for three people. The previous one fell, fell to the ground, and was out of breath.

Lin Feng withdrew his fingers in embarrassment.

Why, the setting of this game is that the guide will only die on the road, right?

What, want to create a meme of a witcher without knees too?

Is that the case in the first act, and the same in the third act?

Is it fun?
Before he could complain, Zhu Baihu behind him shook his body twice, and fell to the ground with a "plop", and was silent!
Looking back, Zhu Baihu was silent.

Of the three people, only one was alive in an instant, and he didn't know how the other two died!

On this road, before seeing the enemy, two of them rushed to the street.

It was exactly as the guide said.

This way is evil!

(End of this chapter)