Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Lin Feng didn't know that Zhang Zhuo'en called it unseemly.

But he knew that Zhang Zhuoen's yelling must be effective.

The "business card" he burned, the words of prayer, and the signal for help really reached the ears of the people he wanted to reach, and a thin fishing line fell from the sky.

Dijun is also fishing.

Those who wish to take the bait!
This fishing line, with an indescribable chill, directly split time and space.

Divide the space here into two halves.

This thread directly hooked Lin Feng and Zhang Zhuoen.

Although only one fishing line appeared, it was this fishing line that created a safe zone.

This fishing line has a process of accumulating power.

This time was fleeting, and during this time, both Lin Feng and Zhang Zhuoen were extremely nimble.

To be precise, it was Zhang Zhuoen who moved first, followed by Lin Feng.

Inside Zhang Zhuo'en's sleeve, Ling's arrow fell down as if he didn't want money.

"Mine boom boom. Mao."

"Dragon thunder rolling water, Chen."

"Shui Lei Bo turned over. Son."

"The social order fire thunder. Mao."

"Thunderbolt crosses. Yin."

The lightning intersected and became a terrifying thunder net. Even this parasite had to shed a layer of skin under this thunder net.

Zhang Zhuoen kept his grudge, and threw away all the command arrows in his sleeve.

Lin Feng took out the clay pot, let out all the dense air inside, and was about to stuff the head into his own pot.

Starve to death the timid, support the bold, the head of this "historian" has an extraordinary effect on Lin Feng.

"Natural phenomena" cannot be controlled, but this parasite is not necessarily the same. It is not the same as "natural phenomena".

There is no Ba snake, and there is no strange beast in front.

Then you can only take these heads as trophies.

Lin Feng glanced up, the field cut by the fishing line was an extremely dark void, in this void, there seemed to be many bubbles, this fishing line came from a certain bubble Spreading out, this silk thread opened up a pure land in the dense sea of ​​thousands of purples,
Gently toss up.

They were thrown up.

The "up" mentioned above is not a concept of direction.

is a broader concept of space.

In the blink of an eye, starlight flashed, Lin Feng almost got motion sickness and vomited, he felt that all his organs were dizzy, but at this moment, both Lin Feng and Zhang Zhuoen passed out, so they didn't see anyone who woke up "Nature", the awakening of the mirror, is firstly "fragmented", and the parasite attached to it becomes "nothing" in an instant.

Dijun's fishing line also stopped in this frozen space, unable to move.

But Lin Feng and Zhang Zhuoen inside are all fine.

Time seemed to stand still.

After an unknown amount of time, there seemed to be a sighing sound from a distance, and a big hand stretched out and fished the person away.

But when they were hunting people, this hand covered Zhang Zhuoen and Lin Feng. In this frozen time, there was a hand.

One of his hands was imprinted in the "mirror".

Only people at their level understand what it means to imprint one's own hand in the mirror.

But he doesn't care.

The hand with the person disappeared.

The "mirror" did not disappear.

The "mirror" after waking up did not disappear here like a black light.

It stopped and began to reproduce the hand in front of its eyes. This is a rule of it, which is different from black light. Naturally, each one is also different.

Like "mirror", everything within the scope of "mirror" cannot escape from the mirror.

Just be branded by the mirror.

They will continue to repeat in the "mirror", repeat, and repeat.

Imprisoned in the same piece of time, forever.

This is also the reason why both the master craftsman and a "historian" are desperate.

Death is not the end, death is even just the beginning.

Reincarnation is destiny, and more importantly, the "mirror" will not erase the memory of existence.

It can be called "reincarnation of a hundred generations" and "no liberation".

It wants to simulate out of hand.

But the hand was shielded by a certain force.

It cannot manifest those hands.

But soon, Zhong Kui, Lin Feng, Zhang Zhuo'en, Yu Lei, Miao Zhu...

The parasite that once appeared within the range of the mirror...

The dead "Xia Dynasty people", "historians", "master craftsmen", "ancestors", everything has been copied, even those rare beasts are the same.

Appeared, all appeared!

They are dead, but they are still alive, the copper pillars appear, and the dense purple air appears, the "mirror" seems to have no emotion, no matter what it is, it treats it equally.

But just when "the past reappears".

The hand it could not simulate appeared.

Smear it with your hands, and erase Zhang Zhuo'en, Lin Feng, Yu Lei, Zhong Kui, all of them.

Even the severed head disappeared.

Hydra, turned into eight-headed snake.

"Old fox! Old fox! Old fox!"

The source-seeded copper pillar let out a heart-piercing cry, attracting the surrounding strange beasts to come forward, and these strange beasts stepped forward again, and were eaten clean by the "moss", that is, the parasites of the copper pillar.

"Mirror" seems to have no emotion, which is its advantage and also its disadvantage.

There is only another "natural scene" that can be opposed to the "natural scene".

In other words.

The owner of that hand is also a kind of "nature".

This is also one of the reasons why the three companies can overwhelm these people.

……

Just after waking up, Lin Feng vomited immediately.

Nothing came out.

That emperor is only responsible for saving people, not the experience of being saved.

When Lin Feng woke up, he lay on the ground and retched,

Now if he wanted to, he would not have such physiological reactions as eating and vomiting.

The reason for this is the same as his head being blown off, because he has seen the truth of a lot of time and space.

These things contain a series of information such as the coordinates of the space he saw, how to open it, and so on.

There are even a large number of rituals.

If Lin Feng wanted to, he could go to those pavilions and pavilions in his memory and make a pious "ask for help", but whether people would pay attention to him is another matter.

Those gods are not benevolent people who respond to requests.

Lin Feng can understand.

Now his head will not explode, but he has been in pain for a long time.

He didn't know yet that he had come close to meeting the worst.

That is to be trapped in samsara forever.

Eternal life cannot escape.

If it weren't for that last erasure, he would have been planted there.

He only thought that it was Dijun who lifted them up from a certain space arbitrarily in the end, because the speed was too fast, which caused it to be similar to the diving decompression sickness that divers get when they ascend rapidly.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng opened his eyes, and the wind around him told him that this place was safe.

He even knows where he is.

On the plateau in western Sichuan, none of the annoying flies followed. Naturally, Zhang Zhuoen also disappeared. He and Lin Feng did not belong to the same era, and they might not belong to the same era.

The people who followed were so thorough, Lin Feng took out the clay pot from his body, and the top and bottom of the pot were filled with his breath and flames, and the seal was extremely tight.

Lin Feng looked at the clay pot, closed his eyes, and felt that this trip was worthwhile, the principle of the mirror, the real damage that can cast spells in the air, and this head.

Originally, he only wanted to get a strange beast like Ba Snake.

But now it seems that he has got a better option than the beast.

The parasite and the head of the historian.

Taking a long breath, the darkness under his feet engulfed Lin Feng.

He still has things to do, at least he has a stomach full of doubts, and he still needs to ask Professor Han.

He felt that Teacher Xun was playing a big game of chess.

The reason why it is so big is because he feels that Teacher Xun has filled it with himself.

Go home, go home.

When he reappeared, Lin Feng turned into a wind and blew towards the distance.

……

It is located in a small courtyard in the suburban county of Wudu.

Those little bastards kicked the wooden door, and then stood at the door, unwilling to go inside.

Successfully retired.

These little bastards are not stupid, they know that kicking down someone else's door is at most a provocation, it's a big deal to lose money, and go to the detention center for fifteen days.

The money these strangers gave him was only enough for them to kick him away, and if he took any risks, what are you kidding?
The leading gangster glanced at the slowly opened door, and for some reason, a trace of fear arose in his heart. He seemed to be very afraid of this door.

Behind this door, there seems to be some ferocious beast hidden.

"Okay, what you have to do is done, where is the money?"

One of them, wearing the clothes of a grid maintenance worker, silently took out a few banknotes from his pocket, handed them to the gangsters, and sent them away.

There are two people who stayed here.

The two people looked at each other, and one of them reached out to open the door, but for some reason, a strong sense of damping appeared when his finger was only one centimeter away from the threshold.

The air stopped him from moving.

He felt as if he was frozen in place, motionless.

He wanted to open his mouth to remind the people around him, or to get out, but it didn't work.

Someone walked over from a distance, he looked a little embarrassed, a little hurried, as if he was being chased by something, and he was full of dust.

He looked at these people in the distance, stretched out his hand, and took out his mobile phone.

A number was dialed.

"Hi, I'm Han Chen, I'm at your door."

He said.

Afterwards, outside Lin Feng's rented courtyard, those who poured potions and inscribed runes all quietly turned into fly ash.

Nothing remained, it was as if these people hadn't come back.

The person who did it was of course Professor Han, but Professor Han's situation is not optimistic.

When he was walking, his whole body was lowered, like a traveler struggling in a typhoon.

What's more important is that he is clearly standing here, but at a glance, he is out of tune with this world.

Around him, the light was always a little dim, like a worn out faded old photograph.

Behind him, from time to time, there will be a figure of a woman.

He was wearing white clothes, covering his face, and every time she appeared, the surrounding buildings would decay to one third.

The air, bricks and tiles, even time, seem to have become old because of her appearance.

Compared with Professor Han's "twilight", she is more obvious.

What she brings is the "past".

This woman in white clothes is not the first time she has appeared.

She once appeared outside the ghost village.

The famous ugly female corpse.

Using one kind of power for a long time will attract the favor of another kind of power, which is also what the master told Lin Feng.

The rulers of the Xia Dynasty could not spy on time unscrupulously.

No one knows what forgotten monsters they will fish out of time.

Like the Ugly Corpse, it was a monster caused by Professor Han's excessive use of a certain power.

She wants to take Professor Han away.

But Professor Han can't leave, he still has his own mission, and the lead cloud in the sky will become thicker at some point.

There are silver snakes dancing wildly inside.

This kind of warning made Professor Han's hair stand on end.

This is also a natural phenomenon and a warning from this world.

The aura of Yu Lei and Zhong Kui sensed the corpse of the female clown, and began to become strong and strange.

In Professor Han's eyes, a skeletal tree and another gate formed by countless ghost faces are hidden in front of the inconspicuous small courtyard.

Professor Han encouraged the power again, and the two forces became stronger and stronger.

The figure of the female ugly corpse noticed Tianlei and the two gods, and gradually disappeared, but she did not disappear.

She won't disappear either.

She just entered a deeper world.

Professor Han knew that this was a solution to the symptoms rather than the root cause. The more he relied on it to transfer the power of those gods from a certain era, the more he would bear the curse of using such power without restriction.

This is a force of nature.

It is also the most powerful force of historians.

It is also the curse of their line of historians.

Professor Han let out a long breath from his nose, bringing out a lot of dirt.

After wiping it with his hand, Professor Han was not surprised.

He casually took a few pieces of white paper from his hand. If Lin Feng was around, he would have recognized that these were Teacher Xie's papers, but Lin Feng had never seen these papers before.

Without entering Lin Feng's courtyard, Professor Han sat down with his back against the wall of Lin Feng's small courtyard, his head hanging deeply between his knees, as if he was asleep.

Until Lin Feng came and saw Professor Han.

The courtyard wall behind Professor Han became like a pile of mud, which would collapse if pushed.

Professor Han's appearance at the moment, and his high-spirited appearance before, completely formed two extremes.

He looked tired and his lips were chapped and bleeding.

The skin of the whole person was dull and dull, looking extremely tired, showing a kind of old yellow.

"Professor Han, this is you."

Lin Feng noticed that the essence in him was constantly being lost.

The whole person has become more and more like a pottery figurine.

This is not a good sign.

This means that for some unknown reason, Professor Han also became "inhuman". Seeing Lin Feng coming, Professor Han finally put away his moving power.

Above Lin Feng's mansion, two auras of red and white formed, entangled with each other, and then disappeared.

Professor Han coughed, spit out a lot of dust from his mouth and said, "Hello, we meet again, historian."