Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 213 The Prophet of Gammalan (23) (3k)

When I came out of Uncle Wu’s floating-foot buildings, the sky was not right. In the sky not far away, black clouds like a line were approaching, and low pressure hovered over this evil island. The disaster had not yet come, but There was already an ominous taste in the wind.

A damp feeling.

The unknown chaffinch lowered its flight path, lingered on a tree not far away, and refused to fall.

That strong ominous.

It makes people's hair stand up.

Lin Feng's wind told him that the big one is really coming.

Uncle Wu is really a believer.

He never lied.

"call!"

Lin Feng let out a breath. Under such a depressed situation, Lin Feng had no other thoughts, so he just begged himself to die more happily this time.

What did that sentence say.

I just want to die quickly!

Accumulate good experience for the next few times, so that he can pass the customs smoothly.

Walking on the road, Lin Feng asked the thug Wan Zhu crossing the river, what kind of scene it was like, and what kind of regulations it was.

When the thug heard this, his face turned pale.

He shivered.

He told Lin Feng tremblingly that crossing the river with ten thousand pigs was not a scene.

To be precise, there are two scenes of Wanzhu crossing the river. One is the sky phenomenon, where the dark thunderclouds are crushing the sky, just like ten thousand black pigs passing by. At that time, the whole world is pitch black. No fingers.

Only thunder and heavy rain are the masters of Ligla Island.

The food is moldy, and poisonous snakes swim in the drinking water.

No one knows which time they died in the darkness.

"The rainy season is the era of the ghosts on Ligera Island. For more than a month, as long as there is no place where the sun shines, there will be ghosts. They stay here specially."

Although it is not dark at the moment, it is only morning, and the rainy season has not yet come.

Only the wind blows.

Having said that, one can still see the fear and uneasiness visible to the naked eye.

For such a scene, he has a natural fear and fear.

"What about the second one?"

Lin Feng asked him, the thug trembled, and said that the second type is that after the darkness fell, real long-haired warthogs rolled in from a distance, impacting the entire plantation area, including tung trees, bananas, and rubber garden.

The herd of wild boars seems to be desperate, rushing towards the plantation area, most of them will die in the dark, but the remaining herd of wild boars will be mixed with people, and their fangs will pierce human thigh arteries , They will eat the body of the living, and when they come, it is the moment when the real blood flows all over the ground.

Talking, they have arrived at the place.

The thugs didn't dare to take Lin Feng to the territory of the natives. Here, he gave Lin Feng his final advice: "Those natives are very fierce. They can kill people and cut off people's heads. My grandfather led us to fight them. In a few games, many people died.

There is some enmity between us, and I am afraid that someone will cut off our heads. "

The thug explained to Lin Feng, but seeing Lin Feng's insistence, he had no choice but to take the young master to the territory of the natives. Walking on the road, he kept looking left and right, saying that something was wrong, sweat dripping from his anxious head.

"It's too quiet."

Lin Feng revealed the source of the thug's uneasiness. He looked around and found that the birds and insects around him were gone.

They all hid.

In the entire jungle, he didn't feel any birdsong or insects.

The entire jungle is like a thick coffin.

Buckle back in the woods.

Load everything into it.

It wasn't until he saw a wooden stick and the skull on it that the thug restrained his fear. He told Lin Feng that the front was the territory of the natives.

He was still worried.

Standing outside the bushes, Lin Feng waved his hands and said, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, they won't come out to attack you again."

'Because they are all dead. '

Lin Feng didn't say this, he smelled a strong smell of blood, and let the wind blow over, Lin Feng noticed the corpses all over the place, and the big lizard lying on the corpses, and, what's that?

Lin Feng noticed a strange thing, and he wanted to take a closer look. He noticed the abnormality of the wind, and the thing ran away and disappeared.

Only the corpses and scavenging lizards were left on the ground. From Lin Fengfeng's perspective, the entire native tribe, whether they were children or old people, died cleanly. Someone killed everyone here. Net, it's true that chickens and dogs don't stay.

"Go and have a look, I'm responsible for the accident."

Lin Feng said, the thug gritted his teeth and followed Lin Feng. He knew that if something happened to the young master, he would never go back alive.

Arriving at the territory of the natives, the thug took a deep breath.

The scene was truly appalling.

There are dead bodies everywhere.

These people were killed cleanly. One of the aborigines of this land, the South Sea monitor lizard, is sometimes called the Bengal monitor lizard. This lizard can grow to more than ten kilograms. It likes insects, small animals and carrion. They will also come to eat human corpses. These big lizards are lying on the "food" at this moment, feasting on it.

At a glance, a picture scroll of hell.

Dirty black and blood red, natives who are dying to die, gray and yellow, big lizards like carpets, the thugs feel numbness from their heels to the back of their heads.

He pulled the young master and wanted to run.

In the jungle, such a large-scale bloody massacre will attract even more terrifying predators. His broken gun can't protect himself and the young master. Compared with so many big lizards here, it is obvious that The young master is more meaty and delicious than him.

If a tiger or python comes out.

They all want to hate it.

He cannot afford this responsibility.

Sensing the force of the thugs, Lin Feng knew that if he wanted to, the thugs would not be able to catch him at all, but it was useless to stay here.

Lin Feng took a look here again, and returned to Fujiaolou without embarrassing the thugs.

At that time, the strong wind started to come.

Wind and rain.

Smoking a cigar, Uncle Wu said that he was going to visit various plantations. He brought his big dog, and more thugs and calf-sized hounds, ready to go on patrol.

Everyone trembled.

As soon as Uncle Wu left, those people seemed to have lost their backbone. Before leaving, Uncle Wu's children bid farewell to their "papa". Uncle Wu was very indifferent to them, but he was extraordinarily enthusiastic towards Lin Feng.

Those children looked at Lin Feng with envy, jealousy and hatred.

Lin Feng: "Uncle Wu, among these children, which one do you like the most?"

Uncle Wu grinned: "I don't even like it."

Lin Feng: "Then which one is more like you?"

Uncle Wu: "None of them, you are the most like me."

Both Lin Feng and Uncle Wu looked at each other and laughed.

Uncle Wu left here in the evening.

Panic.

Especially the nine people who survived, they were even more frightened, and under the anxiety, night fell again.

Uncle Wu is gone, and naturally someone told everyone not to open the windows at night and to go to bed on time.

The wind kept hitting Lin Feng's window. After reminding others to leave, Lin Feng put on his painted skin and quietly left the Fujiao Building. The wind was howling outside, and Lin Feng saw those evil spirits in the sky again.

They flew lower and lower.

There is light rain in the sky.

Drizzling.

As the night and the rain fell, it was obvious that there was something more in the darkness. Like a wooden man, Lin Feng stood in the darkness and merged with the darkness.

He wanted to see who was the one who harvested the lives of those who came in the dark.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night, and wisps of black shadows, like sticky ink, came out of the darkness, but went beyond the darkness. It slowly spread towards not far away, and came to those When the "outsider" was staying, there was a small piece of wood at the door—Lin Feng had never noticed it before, but when the darkness filled the air, he saw the wood here resisted, but it was useless.

Following the darkness, Lin Feng looked over.

In the darkness, there was also a person standing, and these black shadows flowed out from under his robe.

This person was wearing a yellow robe, exposing his left arm, as thin as a stick, and his whole body was a dead blue.

Corpse blue.

There was also the stench of corpses.

The monks who practiced for these people during the day turned out to be corpses at night.

Lin Feng saw this, turned around and left this place, the monks are here to make trouble, the person behind the scenes is the master here, everyone's grandfather, the papa in the mouth of the Westerners, if he does not die, the rest will die.

It's absurd that the person who kills at night is actually a monk who did the right thing during the day.

One person does two jobs.

The same goes for Model Workers.

Lin Feng saw clearly who was doing it, turned around and left here, the jungle at night was even more abnormal, all kinds of evil things sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Lin Feng's painted skin played a role.

He passed all the way without being attacked.

There is only iron chill.

When he came to the "burial place" of the original natives, those carrion-eating lizards had disappeared long ago, and even the predators that the thugs were afraid of did not visit here, and this place became a dangerous place.

Only some scorpions, who are not afraid of death, hid in the dark place of the corpse.

It seemed like it was about to run out at any time and sting someone.

Lin Feng knelt down to check their wounds, and realized that their wounds should be from knives. Someone killed them with a knife, but more people died of no external injuries, which looked like myocardial infarction.

Died of heart attack?

Lin Feng tried to find Gamalan's heir in the pile of corpses.

It's a pity that he can't tell who is the successor of Gammaran.

The corpses here are all about the same, because of the climate, they are all a little bloated.

Just when Lin Feng was observing his surroundings.

Don't know when.

Dots of starlight drifted out from the corpses of these people, and finally gathered together and turned into a huge orchid. Lin Feng turned his head and saw the native people's gamma orchid, a blue background and a white flower gamma orchid.

It was in the distance, Lin Feng walked over there, and soon saw a skinny skeleton.

　I changed the cover because I drew a few cover coupons...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)