The fog gradually lifted.

In the swollen mountains of Xiangxi, everyone seemed to be sleepwalking, and the fish entered the mountains.

Once you enter the mountains, there is no concrete road.

Fortunately, the road is still easy to walk, but next to this road, all the trees are withered and dead, as if all their vitality has been drained, and the thin branches are like hands stretched out to the sky.

A stockade looms not far from the mountains.

Seeing this village, Dr. Xie felt that his brain hurt more and more, as if something had penetrated into his brain and was sucking his brain marrow.

He walked numbly to the door of the stockade, looked at the broken bowls and broken gongs at the door of the stockade, and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

As for what's wrong.

He couldn't tell.

He looked up.

There seemed to be a name on the top of the stockade, and the mist shrouded the name of the stockade, so that he could not see it clearly.

Fortunately, next to the walled gate, there is a large piece of wood.

Above, someone splashed ink and wrote [Qingquan Village].

At the bottom is a line of small print.

[In the autumn of the twentieth year of Hongwu, Zhang Zhuoen stood here to suppress demons]

Seeing this piece of wood, Dr. Xie subconsciously read it out, and when he read Zhang Zhuoen's name, he suddenly had a clear mind.

There was a shudder.

After a shudder, in an instant, he remembered everything.

He remembered everything!

He is a doctor in Wu Village, a local, a left-behind child, who went to school here, and then went to the key class in the county, and finally was admitted to the provincial university, became an orientation student of the medical school, and was assigned to the township health center after he came out, because of his Buddhist department, he did not try to study in graduate school again, walked out of here, took a heel in the township health center, and was finally introduced by the matchmaker and wanted to get married.

Now, he was supposed to be treating people in the township clinic, and he was supposed to sleep in the bed in the duty room.

But now he's here.

Not right here.

This is not the Xiangxi Mountains he knows at all.

It's weird everywhere, and all the people around it, they're all muddy.

Just when he came to his senses and cleared his mind, a woman dressed in folk costume and looking like a softened candle walked over and blocked the front of the sign, the smile on her face was false and sluggish.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you're finally here, please come inside."

Inside the village, there are faint people singing and dancing, and the cheerful music is transmitted from it.

There was also a very fragrant smell coming out of it.

It's like someone is cooking a big pot of dishes.

The scent swept in with the wind and into their noses.

The woman stood in front of the sign just right, blocking Dr. Xie's gaze, a burst of fragrance passed from her body, smelling the smell, Dr. Xie felt a tingling in his head again.

He felt as if he had forgotten something.

His expression became confused again.

He stepped into the scented stockade.

Not only him, but the rest of the people were the same, attracted by this fragrance, and walked into the cottage, the woman stood in front of the sign written by Zhang Zhuoen, and after a while, this layer of human skin on her body disappeared.

Burned and melted by the words on the back.

The snake inside was revealed.

Die in front of the sign.

Fortunately, as long as you don't see Zhang Enzhuo's name, the rest of the people won't feel any surprise.

Even if a good person becomes a snake.

It's the same.

When one person dies, another person steps forward, always at the right time, blocking the eyes of these people.

Inside the foggy stockade, snakes in human skins threw pieces of people into the broken pots.

There was a smell full of fishy smell.

In the depths of Qingquan Village, the [Qingquan Village Shrine] depository, the exact same place that Lin Feng had ever seen, sat in it alone.

Woman.

A magic sword on top of her head pierced through this woman's heavenly spirit cover.

A magic sword made from the bones of a human thigh pierced the top of her head and tormented her for hundreds of years.

This is not Zhang Zhuoen's handwriting, this is the handwriting of an idiot.

There was also a rosary, which hung around the woman's neck, to suppress the woman.

Everything that happened in Qingquan Village and some of the things that Lin Feng experienced in the game were plausible.

For example, the soldering iron head that Lin Feng saw was the god of Niutou Mountain.

Now, she has appeared in the front mountain.

For another example, the soldering iron head is very capable of playing in the game, but in the past, she was suppressed here by a few rude men and using various spells, but she couldn't kill it, and the idiot monk took her snake gall to make wine, and then left.

Zhang Zhuoen noticed that the woman who was not dead was just a piece of wood here, and he was still busy dealing with the big demons in the [Shengxian Village], and he couldn't look down on the demons in it.

So she lived to the present.

The main body was suppressed under the [shrine], and she sat on the head of her own body, and behind her, that is, at the place of her neck, two sculptures, were not integrated into her body.

She has not yet officially acquired the strength of these two idols.

On her body, the erosion of the Medicine Fork King has never disappeared, and those tantals of secret curse culture have taken root in her body.

The idiot enshrined this pseudo-mountain god to the Medicine Fork King, but the strength of the Idiot is really a little lame, and for so many years, the Medicine Fork King has not eaten a complete soldering iron head.

She continued to distribute the damage to the soldering iron head in the mountain.

The disciples and grandchildren are almost the same, and she is even better to the point of exhaustion.

Now, she felt something change in the world outside.

Between heaven and earth, there has been a slight change.

Her mana was suppressed greatly, but in the same way, the strange spell of the Medicine Fork King Bodhisattva was even more ruthlessly weakened.

It opened its mouth and spat out a full moon!

Replenish the moon in the sky.

That's her heartwork.

It is known as the emperor slurry.

This is the treasure she has obtained after so many years of exhausting countless efforts.

Emperor Flowing Pulp is not good for others.

But for monsters, especially breeding poisonous snakes, the effect is great, snakes will need a lot of food after pregnancy, Emperor Liquid Pulp can shorten this egg-laying time.

The more snakes, the stronger her strength becomes, and the more she can absorb these mountain god statues, and when she absorbs all these mountain god statues into her stomach, she can become the new owner here.

After making sure that the prey outside were all kneeling on the ground reverently and praising her, she finally put her heart at ease.

Without any obstacles, she began to absorb the statue of the mountain god with her heart.

Only by absorbing the power of this mountain god statue into his body,

She can continue to breed a large number of soldering iron tips and the rest of the poisonous snakes.

Breeding poisonous snakes and absorbing mountain god statues complement each other.

She wants to regain her strength and vitality.

As for the people out there, she needed to trade them with other beings.

A sorcerer like a dry corpse.

Let these people worship her first, and after squeezing a wave of value, send these people to the deep mountains.

Maximize benefits.

If she's strong enough.

Eat that mysterious witch.

It's not impossible.

But she still has some fear of witchcraft, some witchcraft, their cultivation of aversion to victory, although the witch himself, cultivation is average, but their disgust is vicious, so that people have never heard of it, never seen.

She was afraid that she would meet such an opponent!

……

The big pot of rice outside is burning hot, but the stove inside this [Qingquan Village Shrine] is a little cold.

After a long wait, the soldering iron-headed mountain god suddenly frowned.

She grappled her backhand at the bone sword above her head, and the blood-colored incantations burned like living tadpoles on her hands, corroding her hands to the bone.

She withdrew her hand in hatred.

"It's not time yet."

She was getting more and more agitated.

Glancing at the sky, the soldering iron head was puzzled.

She could feel why the Emperor Flowing Pulp, which had taken hundreds of years to condense before becoming a sperm, was consumed so quickly.

A full moon at the end of the day.

It only took less than a cup of tea to turn into the last quarter moon.

Her children and grandchildren outside, absorb the emperor's slurry, so quickly?

After weighing the pros and cons, she had no choice but to send out the dropping slurry at the bottom of her box, flew outside, replenished the moon, and repaired the last quarter moon into a gibbous moon.

She had just finished repairing the Emperor Slurry, and her heart settled down a little.

Who knows how long it hasn't been before she opens her eyes again, and this time she finally notices that something is wrong.

It's not that her disciples and grandchildren absorb the Emperor Liquid Pulp too quickly, it's that there is something that is stealing and eating her Emperor Flowing Pulp!

She was instantly furious!

This is her treasure, and in a fit of rage, she wanted to take back her Emperor Slurry, but who knows, when she noticed that her actions were discovered, she didn't care about the morality of the rivers and lakes that absorbed the Emperor Slurry.

A round of moon turned into a beam of light and fell towards the outside of the mountain.

And that's not all.

The reason why this person doesn't talk about martial virtue is that when he finds out that he has no way to snatch the original owner of the emperor's slurry.

He's going to flip the table.

A great fear suddenly passed on her.

Before she knew where this fear came from, a divine fire burned towards her along the invisible connection between her and her children and grandchildren.

She let out a high-pitched scream!

Unheard!

For the first time, she could only think of the witches' aversion to victory, but she didn't have anything left outside, which could be used as a medium for spells or aversion to victory, and practicing the aversion to victory was originally a thing that was detrimental to yin morality.

Ordinary people who practice the art of aversion to victory, saying that they can't die a good death, are blessing them.

When they live, they are subjected to incredible torture, both emotionally and physically.

How could there be such a powerful witch now, appearing outside!

Before she had time to think about these things, she felt that her body began to burn, and under such great terror, she chose to give up her body and put the last bit of her soul on the statue of the mountain god.

Two statues of mountain gods, one can be used.

She, she may have succeeded.

Lin Feng's flames burned over, and for the first time, he was blocked.

The two mountain god statues seemed to have an invisible barrier in front of them, isolating Lin Feng's flames!

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