Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

This is the first photo with information, Lin Feng paused and chose to taste it carefully.

A stele of Pixiu stands on the ground, and the lightning is like a branch, illuminating the object.

There's a weird, disturbing liquid on it.

About blood.

The dried blood in the lines is also settled with black scum.

Lin Feng rolled the ball and put it in the photo, but unfortunately the photo was not good at all, it was a bit blurry.

He has friends who will restore.

However, Lin Feng didn't know what the consequences would be after seeing these photos.

He can only roughly go through it by himself.

found it.

Find out what kind of blood is on this Pixiu stele.

It's sheep's blood.

Because there are sheep bones under the stele.

On the stele of Pixiu, there are two large characters in seal script.

Chengtian.

There is still text at the bottom, which is weathered and cannot be read.

The base is also somewhat corroded.

From this picture onwards, the darkness has changed.

It was just a few photos, and the person who took the photos came from the bottom of the mountain to a mountain.

This is a building built on a hill.

A broken wall.

And the photographer quickly came to the interior of the building, without staying outside.

It seems that for him, the things inside this building are his goal this time.

Lin Feng watched and memorized Bo Wen.

Make full use of the hypothetical principle to sort out what happened.

If the person taking the photo takes pictures at a constant speed, the flashpoint of the lightning, that is, the light source, can actually be traced.

At first, it was in front, after he entered the building, directly above him.

The time between lightning bolts is constantly decreasing.

In other words.

The thunderstorm is intensifying, or a little more mysterious speculation - he is rapidly approaching the center of the lightning.

This building is on the mountain, and inside the building, there is a stone tablet.

The reason why it can be seen that it is on the mountain is because of the altitude, the photographer is shooting high at a low level.

Lin Feng continued to press the play button.

The "cartoon" continued to play, and Lin Feng saw that it was a very messy place.

It looks like a Buddhist temple built on a mountain in the Western Regions Plateau.

Without comparison and scale, Lin Feng didn't know how tall and how big the stele was.

According to the height of the photographer who is a normal person, the maximum height of the Pixiu stele is five meters.

After entering the building, the photographer should have slowed down his speed.

He began to photograph the building itself extensively.

After a few photos that were overexposed due to lightning and couldn't be viewed, Lin Feng saw a collapsed building.

In the distance is a collapsed main hall.

Bones protruded from the collapsed earth wall.

In the next photo, the photographer enters the broken building.

On the ground, there are broken clods everywhere.

All kinds of utensils are scattered here and there.

Lin Feng looked at them one by one.

In this chaotic photo, Lin Feng saw these things on the ground, including some bronze water pipes, as well as stargazing trays, sand trays, broken tables, brushes, and weathered paper.

And some broken rosary beads, whisks and the like.

Very messy.

Next to this building, there are some sheepskin rafts.

Some tools for fetching water.

This is really a confusing and magical era.

From these things, it is impossible to tell what age this is.

Lin Feng felt a little numb in his claws, and when he continued to look down, he was reminded that it was over.

He finished looking at the photos.

Um?end?

Lin Feng quickly opened the photo package and found that the photos were missing.

Nothing but his memory proves the existence of the photograph.

"This is another change, something is wrong, very wrong, what are these things?"

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and sat on the side.

The photos disappeared quickly, and everything related to the northwest appeared and returned. Lin Feng scratched his eyebrows and tail with his little finger, not surprised.

He even had time to adjust his posture and sit in the yard to bask in the sun.

Take off your clothes and apply ointment.

He has long been used to all kinds of things appearing.

For example, being suffocated to death by blocking the seven orifices with red mud.

The strength of the seventh rank has not been fully displayed.

After leaving Xin Ji's time, Lin Feng carefully recalled the feeling of the seven orifices being sealed.

He was very clear.

The cause of his death was suffocation, which had little to do with the sealing of the seven orifices.

But it's important to note that he didn't actually die from suffocation with his mouth and nose sealed.

As weird as it sounds, his skin does breathe.

Even if he suffocates completely, Lin Feng can still breathe.

Whether it was thrown into the ocean or in a high temperature environment, he would not die so easily.

Rather than saying that he died with his seven orifices sealed, Mu Ning said that he was killed by a natural rule that was "destined to be suffocated".

A power that is unsolvable when encountered.

It's a pity that Mazu's amulet was not brought in.

Otherwise, Lin Feng would also like to try it out, whether Mazu is stronger in the interior, or the unknown danger of Yazigou is better.

This place is indescribably evil.

Nanyang and Fukou, he had a clear look with his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the boat capsized in a small duck ditch.

The water is deep, the water is deep!

While Lin Feng was thinking, he continued to browse the computer, making sure that all the messages he saw just now were "shrunk" back.

What happened to Teacher Xun?
If this is the case, Professor Han will be involved in such a situation.

There is a difference between inside and outside the game.

There is no death in the game.

But outside of the game, something really happens.

"Professionals" like Xie's family have suffered heavy losses in the process of following Teacher Xun over the years.

Not to mention Professor Han, to be honest, archaeology and tomb robbery are two situations.

Lin Feng's cell phone rang.

I looked down and found that it was the reply letter from Teacher Xu and several doctors.

A few very simple words.

Sent it out.

Lin Feng pondered these words and found that it was indeed a contract.

The oracle bone inscriptions belonged to people from two parties. Under the witness of Wang Hai, they completely dedicated themselves to a person named "Jiao".

"Joy"?
All the glory and wealth are fake.

Lin Feng braced his face to see that what the Li family signed from the beginning to the end was a contract for themselves to be humans and animals.

I don't know if it should be said that the Li family has no culture.

Still, it should be said that these people are really ruthless.

These weirdnesses don't treat people as people at all.

From the beginning to the end, they never saw the Li family as human beings.

Moreover, Lin Feng asked Mr. Xu "shamelessly" if he knew anyone who specialized in bronze patterns.

He recently wanted to introduce an issue of ancient bronzes.

Teacher Xu said yes.

"Your question is right, I really know so many people, you wait."

After a while, someone really joined Lin Feng.

Remarks are so-and-so university, so-and-so.

Lin Feng came over, very enthusiastically, and said, "Hi, I heard that you are interested in bronze research? Are you a self-media?"

Lin Feng: "Yes, Teacher Qi, this is my account."

That Teacher Qi became even more enthusiastic: "Ah, then there must be many young students in your attention?"

Lin Feng: "Ah, yes."

At this time, he felt something was wrong.

Teacher Qi, you are so enthusiastic.

What do you mean by this?

I haven't asked anything yet, you are more enthusiastic than me, aren't you?

I won't suffer from telecom zp, right?

While thinking, Mr. Qi was very enthusiastic. He directly hit a straight ball, showing his true colors.

He gave Lin Feng all the convenience, and it was almost time to apply for the university.

What he meant was that everyone is mutually beneficial, so can you make a recruiting brochure to borrow Lin Feng's attraction to young people.

Lin Feng readily agreed.

No problem, no problem, as long as you tell me to figure out what the lines on my body are.

The rest of the things are fine.

are acceptable.

Cooperation is a matter of mutual benefit.

Not a bad thing.

……

Meanwhile, Northwest, Shazhou.

sunset.

west frontier.

What a big sun.

The investigator returned without success, although he did not understand why a high-ranking intellectual went to Shazhou and spent 1 yuan to buy a dog food bowl.

But it's not unusual -- they mean, it wasn't unusual 100 years ago.

This kind of thing, pushed forward hundreds of years, often occurs in Guanzhong.

Some bosses spend money to buy goods from the mountains.

A healthy route of counterfeit merchants-local farmers-foreign merchants has been formed.

But things have passed for so many years, and this kind of transaction has long since stopped.

Those investigators also looked at it.

There's nothing unusual about dog food bowls, either.

They can only think that this Gaozhi is not short of money and likes this thing.

Other than that, no ideas.

Money can't buy happiness.

As long as people are happy.

The case reached a stalemate.

Shazhou, good friend photo studio.

The photographer and the boss is planning to go downstairs for dinner.

In Shazhou, although cameras keep sinking and mobile phones become popular, photography seems to have changed from a former profession to an ordinary family now.

But his studio business is not bad, at least the students every year are some source of income, and they can always live on.

His position is also very good.

Next to it is the school.

Today, a man came to my good friend's photo studio. He was dressed in "old fashioned style", with a cigarette in his hand, wearing a dark blue zs suit, and his temperament was quite elegant.

It looks like an old teacher, the kind of person who has taught all his life.

He had met more than one such person, so when he saw him coming in, his first reaction was that he was not a resident nearby.

Shazhou is just so big, he has known everyone for decades.

"What are you doing?"

The boss asked, and the intellectual who walked in from the opposite side said, "I have an old film here. I wonder if you can print it out."

Boss: "Yes."

He also has a photo lab in the basement.

That was the place specially established when film was first developed. Unfortunately, film was not needed much later.

Even so, he still likes the feel of the earliest film cameras.

The boss stood up, took the item, and asked when he wanted it.

"Hurry up, after the rush is over."

The intellectual took out a note, and gave Lin Feng's address in Wudu Courtyard accurately, saying: "After the photo comes out, mail it to this address, urgent, thank you."