Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 249 Calling for help (22)

The soil to the west.

The ones related to the west may be the Northwest Call of Souls and the Holy Mountain on the Plateau.

After all, there is always a limit to it.

Not to mention that Professor Han disappeared in Suzhou, Lin Feng always felt that Professor Han should not be dead.

He has seen Teacher Xun's ability.

What exactly did he learn, Lin Feng didn't know.

But he knew that Teacher Xun didn't die that easily, and correspondingly, he probably wouldn't tell his apprentice to die so quickly.

I can save it again.

It's one thing to go out of your way to save them.

If you can pull it easily, you should pull it.

Focus on a kind hearted person.

Please call me Ra.

Before Lin Feng entered the game, he looked at the bronze pattern on his body again.

The bronze pattern is currently not harmful to him.

On the contrary, after having the bronze pattern, Lin Feng realized that the bronze was of great benefit to him.

No matter from which aspect it is true.

For example, the body and internal organs.

Using a simple method to verify, he can condense the wind into a shape (seventh-grade lower condensed qi), and chop it on himself.

Not even a trace of blood.

Do not restore.

This is already quite inhuman.

Even more inhuman was his next test.

He has never tried bullets, that thing is too difficult to make, he got a war bow, a 150-pound British war bow, five meters away, my brother pulled the bow and shot him in the thigh.

The defense was broken, but it was only a breakthrough. The arrow pierced about three centimeters, and the arrowhead of the bow and arrow shattered.

Lin Feng is fine.

The 150-pound war bow did not hurt him at a distance of five meters.

Small-caliber bullets really might not be able to do anything to him.

If it is a stronger weapon.

Lin Feng didn't know anymore.

So he wanted to know whether the bronze shards were good or bad. It would be even better if he could find a way to use the bronze patterns properly.

If not, then find sacrifices and strengthen the soul through sacrifices.

With a strong soul, he can always find a way to solve these troublesome things.

enter the game.

I chose Northwest Evocation.

In front of him, there was a loess gate. Looking at this gate, Lin Feng thought it looked like a cave dwelling on the Loess Plateau.

Loose soil.

Break down a bit.

The loess in one hand fell from his fingers without any effort.

Lin Feng: "..."

"It doesn't have to be so real."

Calling the soul in the northwest, this should be part of the plateau, after all, the northwest is not all the landforms of the Loess Plateau.

Where will he go this time?
Lin Feng took a deep breath.

Entered the gate.

【Please select the game you want to buy】

【Selected: Northwest Call of Souls】

[Do you want to spend 150 taels of luck to unlock this game? 】

【whether】

【Yes】

[Detected your identity: Guanqi Historian]

[It is detected that you have enabled the save point]

[Checking all historical nodes available for archiving in the game]

[The timeline that does not meet the "Legacy" is being eliminated]

[The ax is in the game timeline]

[The game timeline has been corrected]

[Enabling the time node]

【synchronizing】

【Create a character...】

【Assign tasks...】

【Entering...】

A burst of lengthy subtitles.

Lin Feng was in his room and entered the game.

The seventh rank that he had cultivated in the past few days, plus the firecracker modified by dragon and tiger spirit, the newly opened tongue god, and the body of the Dharma protector.

Lin Feng came to the game again.

Just got into the game though.

There is no direct grasp of the characters.

It's a long cg.

It's been a long time since I've seen cutscene cg.

Lin Feng watched this "real cutscene" patiently.

As for his body, Lin Feng sat in the small courtyard and did not leave.

This time, he exchanged the amniotic fluid of the crafty mother and was making sacrificial incense.

He wasn't very worried about this weird thing.

A serving of 500 taels of amniotic fluid is only the size of a palm.

When they are exposed to the air, they will turn into various shapes, such as snakes, poisonous insects, and plants that Lin Feng doesn't know.

When it was concocted into sacrificial incense.

It also screams.

This thing can not be careless.

Before he was completely sure that the amniotic fluid was dead, he would not leave here easily.

Familiar eyes darkened.

open one's eyes.

The first feeling is dryness, the second feeling is cold, and the third feeling is fear.

The role he is entering now is terrifying!

I don't know what city it is in. Compared with Yingtianfu in Ming Dynasty, Fukou in Qing Dynasty.

He is in the wilderness.

The northwest at this moment gave him a deep and incomparable chill.

Lin Feng felt the chill, the wind outside was like howling ghosts, the moonlight was like iron, and the smell of earth made him cough continuously.

The place where he is should be the mountain pass.

He is on the mountain.

It is in the wild temples of Congci.

He didn't know the identity, but the howling of wolves and the green eyes in the distance told him.

He is not safe.

The wolves surrounded him.

The moon was rising, and Lin Feng could see something in the distance. If it was the real Lin Feng, he would definitely be able to see the problem. Unfortunately, the body in the cg does not seem to be able to support such a long-distance observation.

He also has some meaning of night blindness.

Very normal situation.

He piled up the bonfire around him, trying to let the light dispel the darkness.

Give him safety.

During the action, Lin Feng saw the color and scars on the back of his hands - not from wealthy people, scars and calluses are listed on it.

The sleeves of the clothes were full of loess and holes.

He stirred the bonfire with a stick, trying to make the flames brighter, so as not to let the wolves rush in.

And looked worriedly at the "god statue" beside him.

Afraid that God would suddenly come alive and eat him.

In front of the statue, there are dry food offerings.

There is also a gourd of water.

There were words in his mouth, which should be some kind of spell.

Lin Feng didn't know much about these incantations, so he couldn't tell what he meant.

Lin Feng scanned the dry food and recognized that it was a trick of "distinguishing rice with rice".

But rice has become steamed bun.

I think the effect is similar.

If you eat rice, you can eat steamed buns. When you go to the countryside, do as the Romans do. Why don't you eat steamed buns in the northwest!
Are you still a tricky god in the south?
Under such circumstances, "Lin Feng" dared not sleep and could not sleep, he took out a letter from his clothes tremblingly.

Start reading the letter.

kill time.

It's a distress letter.

The font is very neat, in lower case, and still written. The specific meaning is that in a certain mountain depression in the northwest, in a place called Yangjia Village, many dolls have lost their souls.

This letter should be written by a sour Confucian, out of the book bag, with a lot of writing.

If this was ancient times, this should be those people in Yangjia Village who are selling everything, please write a letter for help written by a scholar.

Invite him to go to Yangjia Village and summon the souls of these children.

Evocation, folk rituals.

Humans have three souls and seven souls.

Three souls, Taiguang, Shuangling, and Youjing.

Seven souls, corpse dog, volt arrow, sparrow yin, swallow thief, non-poison, decontamination, stinky lung.

Three souls and seven souls, each has its own master, which is not detailed here.

Lost these souls, people will have all kinds of abnormalities.

The most common ones are being in a daze, being silly, and going out at night.

Think about it, in the dark night, someone fell asleep on a kang, suddenly someone sat up from the bed, looked out the door and said: "Sister, there are people outside."

hmm~
People, especially children who are still in a state of ecstasy, can easily lose their three souls and seven souls when they encounter great terror.

That is the so-called "lost soul".

At this time, someone will come to "call the soul" and "recall the soul". What makes Lin Feng feel strange is that there is no need for this letter to be handed over to him.

The reason is simple, he is in the provincial capital.

He is from the provincial capital. Judging by the title above, he is a gentleman, most likely Mr. Yinyang.

After traveling thousands of miles, for such a trivial matter as summoning a soul, a gentleman from the provincial capital was found here?

I even hired someone to write letters for me...

Does the problem appear on "multiple children"?

After all, "calling the soul" and "calling the soul" are not considered a rare spell, it is not even a spell.

There are many ways to "recall souls", as far as Lin Feng knows, there are four.

One is to kneel in front of the Kitchen God and enshrine the name and birth date to the Kitchen God, and then relatives start calling the person's name and asking him to go home.

The second is to go under the willow tree and use food (momo) to call the soul back.

The third is to invite ancestors.

There are also chopsticks.

It can be said that folk folk mages, and even some elders, have their own methods to deal with some minor troubles.

Although Yangjiacun is a village.

But is there no county seat next to it?

In the county town, there is no Mr. Yin Yang, or people who look at things, but instead look far away...

This was the thinking of this Mr. Yin Yang, and Lin Feng could sense his confusion.

He thought about it, and after a while, when he turned around, he saw half of the buns on the table were gone!

That was definitely not what he ate.

Not for mice either!

Seeing this, "Lin Feng" immediately knew what happened.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he looked up and saw that there seemed to be some scum around the mouth of the idol.

He quickly lowered his head, as if he was afraid of colliding with this object.

It's dangerous to take a second look.

He neither offered incense nor knelt down, and he didn't give this kind of thing any sense of existence.

Since this evil thing has already eaten the tribute.

won't touch him.

He hurriedly sat down and looked outside. After a while, he felt that the wind outside seemed a little too noisy!

The icy wind blew in and lowered the campfire.

"not good!"

This Mr. Yin Yang is in a hurry, he knows something is wrong, there is probably a monster outside.

A stench rushed over from the outside, and there was something vaguely visible in the darkness.

At this time, cg ends.

The deity comes.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, and in the darkness, a pool of "abyss" darker than the darkness of the moon filled out from under his feet.

Before the rushing monster had time to whimper, it was dragged into the "Abyss".

"boom!"

The flames were ablaze, behind Lin Feng, there was a ghostly shadow, the idol wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack, who knew it lost its target.

Lin Feng stood there.

But he has no "human touch".

The evil thing was stunned.

Only at this time did Lin Feng see the scene. In the distance was a mountain forest. Beside the moon, on the other side of the mountain ridge, was a group of mountain teams walking towards this side.

The temperature here is very cold, and it should be winter soon.

People starve to death, and wolves lose weight.

Life is not easy.

(End of this chapter)