Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

An incompatible creamy, nauseating feeling, poisonous, nauseating, stop.

All kinds of reminders appeared in Lin Feng's brain, and Lin Feng restrained his thoughts of letting go.

He pulled out his eyeballs and held them in his hands.

The historian's eyes are like gemstones. Compared with Lin Feng's sacrificial fire, those fires are too immature. Lin Feng doesn't know the identity of the master of Lazhang Temple and the historian who was beaten to death by the "Tianmu".

But there is no doubt that they were once one of the most powerful people in this species of human beings.

Placed under the sun, the eyeballs were printed with darkness, like a deep lake.

The residue of history is actually an eye.

"It was caught by you."

The Indian monk did not die, he said silently: "It is useless, the decline of the historian cannot be reversed by you alone, this is history that has been watched by countless eyes.

I don't have any ill feelings towards you, but it's different when the rest of you come.

They are more brutal, and this one eye of yours is precious.

If word gets out, there are plenty of people who want your eye. "

The Indian monk said slowly, losing the restraint of the "human image", he became cold and full of an uncomfortable rationality.

Like an unloved monster.

Lin Feng did not respond to his words.

He put the eye in his hand.

The power of the historian is indeed the eyes of the historian, but now, in the eyes of the historian, Lin Feng saw a little black aura as thin as gossamer, which is also the source of all the blackness.

This trace of black, like a parasite, lived in the historian's eyes.

This is the Indian monk.

This is the dregs of history.

After he knocked out the Indian monk's eyes.

An indescribable mysterious feeling, Lin Feng felt a kind of "being watched" after closing the eyes of the Indian monk.

He glanced at his wrist, besides the marks of the ancient gods related to Li Yuanhao, there was another layer of unclear mark on his wrist.

Hidden indistinctly under his skin.

It can't be burned with flames, the spirit of dragon and tiger is too heavy here, and the sacrificial fire is suppressed to death.

"That is the mark of Fang Xiangshi. If I were you, I would leave here immediately and go to those places that are rarely seen by people. Only there can you gain a chance of life."

The Indian monk actually kindly reminded him.

Lin Feng put it away and said, "Why did you remind me?"

"You and I are just fighting on the road, the road is different, you and I are enemies, but you are the official historian, and I still have respect for the official historian."

The Indian monk said faintly: "I and those other people are also fighting for Dao."

Lin Feng understood.

He is a foreign invader, the same person as the Indian monk, and a heretic.

Heretics are even more hateful than Lin Feng, a foreign trouble.

Holding the eyeballs in his hands, Lin Feng saw the vigilant Wuzang family, and Lin Feng told Wuzang family to leave here.

Wuzang wanted to speak, but was forcibly dragged away by the Han counselors.

The Wuzang family woke up immediately, she knew that these people would not be aimless, since they did so, there must be a reason for it.

She wisely followed these people away, Lin Feng did not stop them.

Lin Feng stared at the door in front of him, stretched out his hand to touch it slightly, and suddenly shook his hand, pulled out the "Lianbu" from under his clothes, and put the Lianbu on his body.

He reached out and opened the gate of the small courtyard in front of him, and immediately saw the whole scene inside the house clearly!

The layout of this yard is very simple. To be precise, the ground here is not paved with bricks.

But there are no weeds and flowers on the ground, and it is all withered and corrupt.

The courtyard is full of various "stone figures", and these "stone figures" kneel around in a kneeling posture.

It can be seen that these stone figures are not that Li Yuanhao fiddled with them at will. They should all be stone figures salvaged from the Yellow River by Li Yuanhao. For some reason, Li Yuanhao did not have the idea of ​​protecting these stone figures. .

First soaked in the Yellow River, and then salvaged, the wind and the sun, the stones on these stone men collapsed on the ground.

There was no flesh and blood inside.

This is the most reassuring thing.

The direction in which these stone figures kneel down is the study in front of them.

Speaking of this study, Li Yuanhao's study, he asked someone to build it is not big, and the top is also glazed tiles.But the strange thing is that as a study, he lacks the things that a normal mansion should have.

window.

There are no windows in the entire study, and even the door is locked with a lock, so that no one can move forward.

Rather than preventing others from entering, this lock is more like a warning. For those who can walk in, this lock is completely useless.

Even if someone smashes it with a hammer, it can be smashed open.

This is where there is no hidden falsehood promised to Lin Feng.

What Lin Feng wanted was the treasure house, and Wuzang Yepang agreed to give it to Lin Feng, even buy one and get one free. Wuzang Yepang knew that the Wuzang family also knew some places where Li Yuanhao kept his secrets, for example, the academy in the palace.

It's just that Lin Feng didn't expect that he could still be here and meet the Indian monk. Before Lin Feng left, Pang asked unnecessary: ​​"Can you make a fortune teller for me."

Lin Feng told him that it was boring.

He said: "If I say that in the future you will become the king of kings, overwhelm the Great Xia, invade the Great Song Dynasty, and be invincible, do you believe it?"

Wuzang Yuanpang heard this, his face expressionless.

Lin Feng went on to say: "If I say that you don't have a hidden family, and you are killing all over the family, the person who did it is your current good nephew, Li Liangzuo, what will happen to you? Will you kill him now?"

When Wu Zang Ye Pang heard this, he pretended that he didn't hear anything, and just asked Lin Feng to go out.

Right or wrong.

He clearly knew that he could believe the words of the mysterious Great Song Lin Youzhi, but he could not listen to them.

It is impossible for him to do anything to Li Liangzuo.

Li Liangzuo is his current reliance. If he does not have Li Liangzuo as his banner, he will only be stolen by Wei Ge Ningling when he returns to Xingqing Mansion, because Wei Ge Ningling is also a king, and he is also a king. Conceived of royal blood.

More importantly, like the remaining kings, he has a large number of supporters.

These people are all former tribal chiefs, and they have military power.

Just give these people a chance to send troops.

They will definitely get rid of the Wuzang family without hesitation.

In the battle for the throne, it is not uncommon for a family to be wiped out.

Xixia is also composed of many tribes, such as the Wuzang family, the former Yeli family, and Li Yuanhao's family.

Can't give other people the truth.

So under such circumstances, even if Lin Feng said that Li Liangzuo would kill him when he grew up, even if he didn't hide that Pang really believed that such a thing, it might really happen in front of him.

He also has no way to "cut the weeds and eradicate the roots" in advance, so he can only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Wuzang Yepang waved his hand, called Lin Feng to enter the palace, and told Lin Feng everything he had made about that ruin, even the map was in Lin Feng's arms.

Lin Feng knew very well in his heart that what he meant by not hiding his words was that if he got what he wanted, he would leave immediately.

He didn't want to see this man.

But Lin Feng didn't think like this, and when he walked in, he heard the voice of the Indian monk with eyeballs: "As expected, Li Yuanhao really found the survivors of the Yimu country.

It's just that he still didn't understand the reason for Yimu's departure, which is a pity. "

"One-eyed country?"

Lin Feng looked at these scenes and asked, "What is Yimu Kingdom?"

He thought of the eyes sealed in the Jingbian Huahua Cave.

Is that eye, that stone man, the one from the legendary Yimu Kingdom?

One-eyed country, from a very normal point of view, is a person with only one eye.

The relationship between Tianzhu Monk and Lin Feng is weird, not like rivals fighting for life and death.

The Indian monk didn't feel any resentment towards the man who didn't kill him.

He even introduced the situation here to Lin Feng, the historian.

"The thing you are wearing is what was left by Yimu Kingdom. Yimu Kingdom once appeared in the early Yin and Shang Dynasties. To be precise, it was at the end of Xia Dynasty. I once saw Yimu people on some pottery shards. Mark of.

In the early Yin and Shang Dynasties, merchants definitely saw these adherents of the Yimu Kingdom. At that time, the Yimu Kingdom was already a survivor.

These people migrated from their ancestral lands, came to the Yellow River Basin at that time, and fought with the original tribes in the Yellow River Basin at that time. Unfortunately, Yimuren was not the opponent of these people.

Yimuren is a natural historian, they are the first to observe astronomy, astronomy, geography, each of them is very knowledgeable.

They were also the first to settle down and establish city-states.

According to the stars in the sky, they formulated the earliest calendar, but what surprised the merchants at that time was that they were such intelligent people. When they met these people, they no longer stayed in a certain place. They, like merchants, wandering around.

However, businessmen are looking for a safe, permanent territory, and Yimuren is more like a bereaved dog.

They are in constant fear and are constantly migrating. "

The Indian monk said slowly: "This kind of continuous migration will not stop until it dies completely.

By the time of the Zhou Dynasty, historians had only heard of the legend of Yimuren, and there was no complete information about Yimuren. Even merchants, there was no news about Yimuren.

So someone wrote that the Yimu people lived in the Far West, and they had one eye. Apart from that, there is no more news.

Unexpectedly, Li Yuanhao fished it out from the bottom of the Yellow River now.

This stone man looks like a sacrificial object carved out by Yimuren. I only knew that there were eyes here, but I didn't expect it to be the eyes of Yimuren, or rather, I didn't expect him to get the eyes of a great sacrifice. "

Lin Feng had already arrived at the door of the study, held the study, grabbed the chain and said, "Why are you showing me such favors?"

The Indian monk said frankly: "I have been defeated by you. I don't ask you to let me go. I only ask you to completely crush me and witness this period of history."

He said: "I hunted the historian, and finally died in the hands of the historian. I was seeking benevolence, but I can melt in your hands."

"There are things more terrible than death. I believe I know a lot."

"I just want a quick death."