Breaking his profession is more terrifying than calling his name.

He is not a guide.

When he was alive, he did the work of fishing out of the way.

It's not Duangong.

What he did was carrying corpses and going to graves, and occasionally led people to the way, but the people he used to lead the way were all called by his name, and his cheap name was easy to feed.

After his fake death, everyone thought he was evil.

He appeared, all wearing masks.

Snatch people's internal organs.

In his life, he has only led the road once, and that time he led the way, the Taoist priest of the imperial court called him a guide.

That Taoist master had a very bad temper, muttering to himself along the way, saying several times "tell me to kill this wingman", which frightened him almost to the point of terrification.

It was that time that led the way and made him what he is now.

That Taoist master has a big temper, but he is also very capable, and along the way, he has seen a lot of strange things.

Dao Ye said that this was a funeral item washed out by heavy rain.

It's all "old and rotten things."

Nothing.

The guide is knowledgeable.

Mirrors, jars, and wooden pillows, these things are also funerary goods.

And if he guessed correctly, this is at least a Han tomb.

Or a big tomb.

He had greedy thoughts.

Under his greed, he found a nematode in [Qingquan Village], a stilted building full of blood.

Relying on the means of fishing for the wrong door, he saved a bug and brought it down.

Then he arranged a "violent death".

After arranging his death reasonably, he hid in the shadows, went to the mountains to look for all kinds of clues, and dug graves.

In those years, he discovered that when he took the Taoist priests of the imperial court up the mountain, there must be secrets in the depths of Xiangxi that he didn't know.

On the mountain, he saw the Jiao field and the altar.

There are also magic sealing talismans.

After that, he also met a lot of monks and Taoists, who came every year to strengthen the seal with the people of Tusi.

After the practice of monks and Taoists, the mountains of Xiangxi have become too safe, and even taking him to dig graves and digging graves has been full of harvest.

He collected a lot of things, and finally found a few words and walked on the path of the blood god,

Also, some witches of the Han Dynasty speculated about the priests before the Yin Shang.

He didn't know that the sacrificial incense was called [Five Organs Incense].

But he found another way, and when he fished out of the way, he knew some secret techniques and tricks, blood nematodes, combined to hunt the same kind, and was treated as an evil spirit.

He's not smart, he's a lucky one.

didn't come up with the [Five Organs Incense], but he did come up with the method of sacrificing the five organs.

After being discovered.

A puppet play, please move [Fuxi] to deal with him.

It's a pity that too much time has passed, the Ming Dynasty is gone, and the Qing Dynasty has also reached the end of its period.

After years of war, the fortune of the dynasty declined, and the people were not able to make a living.

The evil law increases, and the righteous path decreases.

In this Central Plains, even mages can't be seen.

They can only use the puppet to suppress the guide.

Repression is repression.

But it's just a matter of suppression.

Failed to kill them.

What's more, after the Ming Dynasty, the era of the end of France.

The one hundred and seventy-year-old [Fuxi] mask with a hint of verve did not connect with the true [Fuxi] origin, but even so, it was enough to suppress the guide.

The Guide knew exactly what he was doing.

Don't say it's those righteous monks, crooked and evil ways like him, self-taught guys, some mages with inheritance, can also beat him to the ground.

This scene, without dun gong and no mage, still suppressed him.

What's more, as he became more and more inhuman, he perceived the unfathomable nature of Xiangxi.

And his end of the road.

The person in front of him does not come.

He's going to die, too.

Now, he finally escaped from the cage, but in this young man's body, he felt a mortal threat.

It's suffocating.

What's even more terrifying.

He's been called out of his identity, guide.

"You, you are from the Ming Dynasty?"

He shuddered as he thought of the Taoist priest who had led him by.

Lin Feng looked at this "old man" with some emotion.

"Da Ming, do you still remember Da Ming."

But knowing is knowing, Lin Feng thought of the first time he entered the game, and when he saw this mistaken, he thought of the killing intent that leaked from the body of the high-level mage when he took out the human oil candle.

I didn't think I killed it at that time.

Outside the game, he's going to get rid of the person.

"Don't, don't kill me, I, I'm just going astray."

The smoke on his neck was still coming out, and he covered his neck and said bitterly: "I really know my mistake, the villain is a slave and a servant......"

Lin Feng ignored him.

"Say hello to Zhu Baihu and Li Bodhisattva on my behalf, if you can meet them."

He flicked off his scraps.

The guide was so panicked that he forgot to ask who Li Bodhisattva was.

He opened his mouth and begged for mercy.

Lin Feng was indifferent.

【bo】

This time, he only left a wisp of breath to prevent himself from losing his strength, and all the remaining breath turned into the sound of whipping, and in an instant, the guide on the opposite side fell to the ground, and the thick smoke on his body seemed to be unwanted, billowing towards the sky.

Broken spirits.

The repressed guide who had run out of oil and dried up only had time to look back on the first half of his life before he was killed.

Lin Feng was a little disappointed, he originally planned to capture a wild god and make it into a sacrificial incense, but he didn't expect that this was an old acquaintance or a blood god.

If it's the Blood God, then forget it, Lin Feng has a serious PTSD for the Blood God, and Lin Feng still hasn't figured out what the principle of the Blood God is.

Stay away from blood nematodes, always no problem.

"I have protected you so many times, but I didn't expect that in the end, I ended you with my own hands, which can be regarded as a cause and effect, before and after."

Lin Feng took one last look at the dead guide who had fallen to the ground weakly.

Looking at the blood nematode that had lost its restraints on his body, it suddenly crawled out of the hollowed out of his body and crawled towards Lin Feng.

Don't wait for Lin Feng to do it himself.

The [Fuxi] noodles in Lin Feng's hand shook slightly.

Immediately, the entire temple began to exude some smell of scorched lakes.

"Housheng, come out, it's all over."

At the door, those puppet masters all beckoned.

"The evil is dead, our wish has been fulfilled, and it should all be over."

Lin Feng retreated, and saw that those noodles began to burn, and in each of them, there seemed to be the blood of several generations, these people were burned by the fire, but there was no pain.

Those blood nematodes also turned into nothingness in this scorching flame.

The noodles were burned.

The jar burned.

The flames spread out, as if a flame fell on the picture scroll, and the picture scroll burned and disappeared together, as well as the stilted building, and the land at Lin Feng's feet,

As Lin Feng killed the old acquaintance, this place was also disappearing, and everything around it was fading its color and turning into a color of nothingness.

Immediately, Lin Feng felt that something was pulling him.

Look back.

The dense ghosts, those who watched the play, those who acted, all knelt down in front of him and kowtowed.

"Thank you."

Lin Feng arched his hand.

Don't say it, it feels pretty good.

Those ghosts have disappeared with this fire.

Those puppet masters are still there.

It's as if their souls have been drained of them.

Looking at him sluggishly, Lin Feng: "??? ”

"How many of you?"

Lin Feng asked loudly, and as a result, the smart people in front of him did not respond, much like the old brother he saw at his home, as sluggish and unintelligent.

"You're not leaving?"

Asked tentatively.

Still no response.

Lin Feng was numb.

What is the situation?

Quarky.

And, this place?

Lin Feng glanced around, and suddenly saw that this place was quite familiar to him.

Here, it is not only like the underworld in the game, but also like the yellow sorghum world that I saw not long ago.

No matter what it is.

It's not a good place.

In the distance, something was attracting him, Lin Feng pondered for a moment, and for the sake of safety, he held a spell as he walked.

【fa】

【fa】

【fa】

While shouting and walking, Lin Feng walked in this silent, heavenless and earthless place.

Follow the direction that attracts him.

The old buddies behind them followed them sluggishly.

Some of them look like ancient servants with prisoners.

It's also like the old lady of the county in the costume drama in the past.

Like an errand officer, there is an errand officer in front of him, followed by an errand officer, and in the middle of the man comes a prisoner tied with a rope.

This is also where the "untie" comes from, because these prisoners have their hands tied, and if they want to go to the toilet, they need to "untie their hands" first.

Lin Feng walked in front, and the yin spirit behind him followed.

As for the back, that is, the county magistrate came out to greet him, and the street was opened.

In front is the soap officer, behind is the sedan chair, the soap officer walks in front of him, and the gong and drum are beaten.

[The county lord came out to greet him, and the idlers avoided it]

The right side also knocks like that.

It looks pretty powerful.

Lin Feng is like this, just like the county lord crossing the street, but there is a lack of soap officials, and Lin Feng himself is a soap official who opens the street even if he is the county master.

What is it called.

Shabby.

No pomp.

He took them with him, walked in the direction that attracted him, and after a while, he saw the car parked outside.

At this time, the surrounding colors also returned.

Lin Feng looked behind him, it was dark and rainy behind him, although it was a little uncomfortable, but he was inexplicably at ease.

It's back.

Sensing that he was back, Lin Feng was relieved, and after holding the spell again and again, after making sure that the surroundings were not hallucinations, he stomped his foot hard.

The ground is a concrete road.

"I'm back."

This is confirmed.

Lin Feng got into the car and glanced back at those old brothers.

Those old brothers followed him, and they had no intention of leaving,

"Hey, I'm going back."

He said to these old brothers, these old brothers didn't react, Lin Feng got in the car, and they also got in the car with Lin Feng.

Lin Feng: "......"

You're on me, aren't you?

Lin Feng was surprised, he still wanted to speak, but he was stunned.

Wait, when he was digging the hole just now, Lin Feng thought of the mural in the tomb that Teacher Zhang sent him.

In the mural, the land god is like this, walking in front while holding a spell, followed by the tomb owner, and took them to the territory of the Yellow Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West.

He just now, it seems that he has completed a guide to the underworld?

Well?

Has he really become a land god?