At the foot of Xiangxi.

In the village, there are poisonous snakes everywhere, and these poisonous snakes are entrenched together, but they are not meant to hurt people.

They're multiplying.

Unlike humans, snakes breed on a fixed scale, usually around summer, but they reproduce on a large scale.

It's extremely rare.

Dr. Xie was so confused that he walked out of his house.

Touching the back of his head.

Brain pain.

Not sure why.

He stood in the courtyard of the township clinic and felt very oppressed when he saw the approaching mountains.

It was as if the mountain on the other side was about to crash into his retina.

It made him very uncomfortable.

"What's going on?"

Doctor Xie felt that something was wrong for the first time, but he didn't know what was wrong, and even when he saw poisonous snakes all over the ground, he just felt awkward, and he didn't feel sick when he saw tens of thousands of poisonous snakes wrapped together like a pillar constantly wriggling.

The fishy smell was also subconsciously blocked by him.

When people dream, a lot of logic is bizarre.

It's like now.

Usually, there will be mountain fog under Xiangxi Mountain, but such a powerful mountain fog is still beyond his imagination.

Dr. Xie immediately put these strange thoughts behind him.

He walked down the street in a daze, and next to him were the villagers who were also fascinated by the lake, who followed Dr. Xie and followed him with his eyes blankly walking forward, towards the deep mountains.

Side by side.

Fortunately, the road in this village is much wider than that of the village that has disappeared into history.

Even if everyone walks side by side, they can go down.

Dr. Xie saw the nurse on duty, and the nurse on duty walked forward, her body was like melted wax, and as she walked, she kept ticking down.

Looks disgusting.

Dr. Xie didn't have any expression.

The road leading to the mountains in the village is made of cement.

It's wide.

It is specially built to facilitate this village and several villages in it, to do the characteristic tourism economy of farmhouse, and a lot of local money has been spent on this road.

Mountain fog shrouded the deep mountains of Xiangxi.

In the mountains, there was still a faint sound of festivities.

It is not the sound of silk and bamboo of the tourism project of "high mountains and flowing water" that can be seen everywhere.

It's a different kind of festive sound.

Moreover.

It's not just the locals who are heading into the mountains.

There are also foreign staff who used to be here.

They also raised their heads in confusion and walked numbly towards the mountain.

Originally, it was a rainy and rainy day, which made people feel very unhappy, but I don't know when, the clouds on this side disappeared, revealing a bright moon.

It's still a full moon.

The moonlight of the full moon fell on these people, and also on the snakes, helping them to multiply.

Deep in the mountains.

Something that shouldn't be there.

Recovering is underway.

……

"Today's moon is indeed very round."

In the midst of this solemn and strange occasion.

Someone sighed out of place.

Outside the village, Lin Feng got out of the car, and after leaving the village, he drove here and saw the "expanded" mountains of Xiangxi, he stopped the car.

You can't rush in.

If he rushed in, Lin Feng was afraid of losing his life.

He can be reborn with a broken limb.

However, the rebirth of a severed limb is not an immortal body, and if the enemy is too strong, he will inevitably be played by cats and mice.

In the game, he managed to occupy a good position.

Now that I have entered, the time and place are favorable, and I don't know which one to occupy.

It is estimated that the same does not account for the same.

Stopping and looking at the mountains in the distance, he could be sure that this was not an illusion.

It is the mountains that are "inflating".

This is an extremely evil thing, Lin Feng even felt that the mountains of Xiangxi in front of him were alive.

It's breathing constantly.

The resurrection of the mountains of Xiangxi brought him a great sense of oppression.

The resurrected Xiangxi Mountain, compared with other mountains, has a special thing.

Spirituality.

Lin Feng couldn't tell what it was, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it should be spirituality.

All things have spirits, and mountains should also have them, but unfortunately the mountains he usually sees have all kinds of styles.

The only thing missing is that touch of spirit.

The feeling of being "alive" that makes people shine.

He has climbed Mount Hua, seen the sunrise on the top of Mount Tai, seen the Yellow Mountain welcome pine, walked through the plank road, climbed the ladder, these mountains, each has its own "posture".

It may be steep, exciting, or majestic.

It stands to reason that on the steep side, the Huashan plank road is much more obvious than the mountains in Xiangxi, especially those plank roads, which are "difficult and dangerous".

But Lin Feng looked at Huashan, but he lacked the feeling of oppression brought by the mountains of Xiangxi, and the indifferent feeling of "outsiders can't enter".

He is no longer the mountain god of Xiangxi Mountain.

Without the protection of the power of the mountain god.

He's a vile outsider.

People go to tea and cool, so people are honest and do not deceive me.

It's not the god of the mountain, the mountain doesn't recognize him, and he was still thinking about finding the lightning strike wood on this mountain as his staff, but now he finds that he can't find it.

Everyone is not familiar with it.

If you find a dryad, I'm afraid it will take three hundred rounds of battle, and I don't know what kind of cultivation the dryad here is.

Lin Feng looked up.

As the expanding mountains burst out, there was a more intense cultivation substance.

Lin Feng didn't know what this thing was called.

But it doesn't affect him to eat a lot.

It's a blessing to be able to eat.

If it weren't for the wrong time, Lin Feng would have had a buffet here.

He looked at the poisonous snakes in front of him, which were full of pits and valleys.

Knock on the noodles at hand.

This time, he only brought back the [Fuxi] noodles, and this [Fuxi] only had a trace of charm left on it, as for the power, the [Fuxi] noodles that left did not have much power, but the carving knife in his hand, which had some origins.

【Lao Qu's Carving Knife】

【No grade】

[The eating guy of the carver Lao Qu, where the hard work is, when using the knife at this moment, there is a chance to trigger the charm of Lao Qu and his master]

["This is the last thing I can give you, the guy who eats, the hope of the family"]

Shen Yun is also mysterious, and there is a strange feeling that can only be said but not explained.

Cannot be quantified.

is the same as the opera troupe's singing face, some masters draw it, that is, it is better than what others draw.

The same painting, drawn by others, is more flexible and vivid than drawing it yourself.

Very angry.

Think of these noodles again.

Lin Feng didn't plan to paint noodles, there was no need, but there was a good saying, Yiduo didn't press down.

It doesn't hurt to learn more.

Lin Feng put away the carving knife, intending to find a good material to make a cane, so he used this carving knife to draw.

The few old brothers who stayed here, Lin Feng also had a little headache, and after following all the way, these old brothers were a little thin.

Lin Feng was really afraid that if he was not careful, these old brothers would all dissipate.

It seems that this world is not friendly to these brothers, and even the rest of them.

Get.

You'll have to deal with them first.

Lin Feng couldn't really watch them dissipate in front of him.

No matter what, they all follow themselves.

There are no figurines at hand, and Lin Feng has no hobby of digging other people's graves.

I glanced left and right, helpless, just the [Fuxi] mask in hand, and I didn't know if this thing could be done.

Hurry up and do what you want.

"Everybody's making do."

Lin Feng said.

The last time he was at home, when he made the [Seven Martial Seas of His Majesty], he also found something to make do with at random, some of which meant a lake.

This time, Lin Feng was even more sloppy.

The real lake is a ghost.

took out the cigarette in his pocket, Lin Feng doesn't smoke, but others can smoke, Lin Feng's summary of the social formula, in the face of a strange man, if you want to talk, it's always right to hand over the cigarette first. Regardless of whether the other side smokes or not, the action of handing out a cigarette is enough to express friendliness.

Lit three cigarettes, found the apple beside him, took a bite, and put the three burning cigarettes on the lake.

Something was written on toilet paper with a ballpoint pen.

It's a fragrant watch.

I'm really not human.

Lin Feng felt that he had gone too far.

While condemning, he continued to work.

Scold to scold, do to do.

【Secret Technique of Door Theft: Five Ghost Handling Techniques】

Placing the [Fuxi] mask in front of him, Lin Feng reined in his mind and sent the nine opera masters into the [Fuxi] mask in front of him.

A strange scene appeared.

The [Fuxi] mask really accommodated nine people, and not only that, but the cracks on the [Fuxi] mask gradually healed.

After the [Fuxi] mask has both charm and charm, it has another soul.

Something interesting.

"Sins and sins, it's a big difference to others, and I found a dormitory for a few people, don't blame me, don't blame me."

Lin Feng clasped his hands together and sincerely apologized to the nine masters.

The nine masters don't seem to care about these things.

The nine opera masters were sent inside, and when they were summoned again, these nine opera masters were wearing thin robes and holding props.

Except for the lack of noodles, the rest are all ready.

Lin Feng: "......"

He looked at the several masters around him, and he still had time to identify them.

Left and right tick book judges, two.

Bull head and horse noodles, these are two.

Pioneers and generals, these are the two.

Cultural relics Gong Cao, two.

Zhong Kui.

Nine masters, can sing a big play.

Why did Lin Feng know?

Because they're singing the lyrics.

In the opening remarks, it was all clear.

They spoke in dialects, which fell into Lin Feng's ears - Lin Feng had a special bond with them, and Lin Feng understood them in a different way.

Looking at the nine masters who were singing around him, Lin Feng was dumbfounded.

Ah, this.

Lin Feng was a little short of words for a while.

He thought that his [Seven Martial Seas under the King] was outrageous enough.

Who knows.

It's small, he's small.

The outrageous degree of these nine [puppet masters] is not much better than the king of the Seven Martial Seas.

If this continued, Lin Feng was afraid that his secret method of stealing the door would not be used to steal things.

He was afraid that if he continued like this, he would be like the thieves in the Spring and Autumn Period, with 9,000 people laughing around him, saying that it was a thief, and it was a robbery.

He didn't feel like he was dividing the oil field at Chery.

In his hands, the [Secret Method of Stealing the Door: Five Ghost Handling Technique] seems to be used in this way.

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