No surprises.

The place where Lin Feng is located is in the belly of Niutou Mountain, which is where Lin Feng fought and died with those monsters in the game.

This is also the place where reality is connected to the mountains of Xiangxi.

It was also from here that the rescue team rescued the archaeological team.

The way Lin Feng came was completely different from the road that the archaeological team entered.

Fortunately, the archaeological team did not encounter the weirdness of the underworld, otherwise I am afraid that the whole army will be wiped out, the underworld is weird, there are fish farmers, and there are more direct killings.

The headless weird place to go is to go up the mountain and then down the mountain, and come to the junction of Niutou Mountain and the one called [Lap Mountain] behind.

Here, you can let him go and everyone parted ways.

Lin Feng walked quickly, and saw several corpses on the mountain road, but when he passed by the direction where Niutouzhai was located, whether it was a word spirit or a weird one, they all signaled him to stay out of there.

There were also traces of fresh blood on the road, and even traces of dryads passing by.

"You can't go there."

Word Spirit Warning.

Lin Feng listened to the persuasion and spared a large circle.

However, when he descended the mountain, he still saw many traces left by history.

On this road, there are also weirdness, but there are obviously a lot less, and as he shakes the bell, they all consciously disperse.

Just with the shaking of his bell.

The headless corpse behind him was talking more and more densely.

Every time he wanted to say his name, he would be interrupted by the spirit of the word "just right".

On the way, the scenery is good.

But it's more about corpses.

Taoist priests, monks, folk costumes, official and military costumes.

"What the hell is going on with so many people dying?"

Lin Feng muttered to himself, and the word spirit next to him didn't say a word.

His breath was weak.

Besides, the situation in front of him, take a look, anyone knows that something is wrong, especially when Lin Feng saw the clothes worn by these people, there were cotton armor from the Ming Dynasty, Eight Banners armor from the early Qing Dynasty, paper armor from the Qing Dynasty, and some clothes from the Qing Dynasty defense army.

The span of years is very large.

Messy and abnormal.

From a high-end decomposing monk's corpse, Lin Feng found a ring.

I opened it and took a look.

In the fourth year of Xianfeng, one of the four famous mountains of Buddhism, the ten-step mountain, was issued by the Guanyin Monastery.

There are also Taoist priests.

It's just that this Taoist priest is a Taoist priest of Laoshan Jindingguan.

Du Mu is the Jiajing period.

No matter who it was, whether it was people from the imperial court or people from the two Buddhist and Taoist families, they seemed to be in a hurry, and they didn't even care about the corpses next to them, and they couldn't even collect the corpses.

"There are those who go forward and those who go backward, which means that some of them went to the depths of the mountains, and some of them escaped......"

"But they all died neatly, how did they die, some doubts, no wounds......"

"It can also be seen that at least in the late Qing Dynasty, the mountains of Xiangxi were still like this, and they did not become what they are now."

"What the hell is going on."

Lin Feng muttered to himself, continued to walk forward, and then saw a sign on the body of a man wearing a leather jacket.

"Pinched."

Lin Feng was not surprised to see so many corpses lying here, but when he saw this corpse wearing a brown-red leather jacket, he really couldn't hold back.

A profanity came out of his mouth.

Outrageous!

Lin Feng went over and turned over the rotten corpse.

His corpse, like the rest of the corpses, remained at a twenty degrees Celsius, with a corpse green on the right lower abdomen and a slight network of decaying veins on his body.

No matter which dynasty the corpses are, they all have the same time of death, and they seem to be fixed in a time period and cannot walk away.

Therefore, Lin Feng saw the bronze medal on this person's neck, as well as the tattoo on his body.

On the sign is [Five Elements Mountain, Xie Li]

The prefix of his tattoo is a figure that resembles both a Möbius ring and an Ouroboros.

At the end of this diagram is a number + name.

[0007, Xie Li]

This is undoubtedly a modern man.

So when did he enter this Xiangxi Mountain?

If it's the last time.

Why haven't I heard of anyone delivering this message?

Lin Feng stood up, put away his sign, and put it in his pocket.

Zi Ling looked at the corpses all over the place, and did not speak, his figure became more ethereal, as if the next second, when the wind blew, he would disappear.

Lin Feng took a look and found that his lower body was gone.

Only the upper body.

Seeing this, Lin Feng involuntarily quickened his pace, and finally, before the word spirit dissipated, they came to the place where the headless Taoist priest wanted to come.

This place, at a glance, even Lin Feng couldn't help frowning.

On the way down the mountain, he saw a camp.

Dead camp.

Under the sun, the camp was indescribably gloomy.

In this relatively gentle land near the stream, there were people—monks, Taoist priests, and a large number of officers and soldiers—who made a Jiao field, and next to this Jiao field, was a water and land dojo.

The most important position of the Jiao field, next to the altar, the god card is shattered, and the corpses are all over the field.

Water and land puja, the head of the monk, the evil cannibalism.

What's even more terrifying is that the crane with a broken head, a city without man.

A crane's head was broken, and it was still bleeding, and the blood fell in a stone bowl in front of him, and the stone bowl was in the water and land puja.

The stone bowl never seems satisfied.

No matter how much blood fell into it, it still dried up.

Looking at the beheaded and bleeding neck, Zi Ling let out an ethereal sigh.

"That's it."

He sighed and said, Lin Feng turned his head to ask something, but he didn't expect that the word spirit would disappear.

"The Ancient God Emperor"

The breath is gone, and the spirit of the word is gone.

Return to heaven and earth.

The dissipation is so abrupt that there is no foreshadowing at all.

Even Lin Feng was stunned.

"This?"

He looked at the empty left, and inexplicably felt empty in his heart, but he finally picked up the demon rope and walked forward.

The teammate is gone, and the old brother behind him still has to be sent over, he walked over, and this crane is stationed on one foot at the altar that represents the sky.

The nine altars are scattered, each with its own offerings.

Next to him, there was the corpse of a boy holding a divine card, as well as a Taoist priest holding a magic gong, and a large number of high-ranking Taoist priests.

This is not the number of mages that Dragon Tiger Mountain can gather.

Nor is it a force that can be gathered by one faction.

There is only one person who wants to gather monks and Taoists here.

Emperor on the spot.

The Ninety-Five.

The red cloth was tied between the trees, a large area.

Unfortunately, there are no living people in the place.

These rituals, for whatever reason, they all failed.

In the outermost circle of corpses, there are some green battalions and soldiers.

It can be seen from their hairstyles that it was about the middle to late Qing Dynasty, and their time in this mountain must have been not short, there was no grate craftsman to take care of their hair, and even black hair stubble appeared on their foreheads, and now they are lying on the ground, and their bodies have never decomposed.

Someone hung the palace bell in the woods, and when the wind blew, it jingled, and Lin Feng didn't know if it was hung by someone from the Buddha Gate or the Taoist Gate.

He didn't recognize the runes either.

These bells must have been ringing all the time, because there was always wind here, but when Lin Feng was standing in the distance, he couldn't hear the sound of these bells.

He was just nervously observing left and right, and [Kenshin Tongming] and [Unyielding] were very quiet.

It's safe here.

No weirdness.

Nothing.

There are no other problems other than the place looking wrong.

It wasn't until Lin Feng saw a few more leather jackets here, dying on the altar not far away, that he sensed the danger.

A cursory glance.

The things on these leather jackets are the same as the ones that died on the road, they all have bronze medals around their necks, tattoos on their wrists, Ouroboros, numbers, names.

【Marble Mountain, Xie Chuan】

【Marble Mountain, Xie Ang】

【Marble Mountain, Xie An】

It should all be members of the same family.

Xie family.

They are also like newly mourned people, with talismans in their hands, lying on the ground, and judging from their posture before death, they are going to go to the highest altar that represents the heavens, what are they going to do?

The closer he got to the altar, the more Lin Feng could hear the sound of those Taoist priests chanting mantras, and the clearer they became.

Mixed with a gong.

Mixed with a magic bell.

There was also a faint sigh mixed with these spells.

[Providence is so, not a crime of war]

[Providence is never difficult to ask]

[Heaven dies me, heaven dies me]

[That's it]

……

Those low sighs, no resentment, no anger, only countless regrets, just like what they have pursued all their lives, joys and sorrows are like dreams.

Lin Feng didn't know if this voice came from the soul that was still left here, or if it was the remnant of resentment.

He only knew that it was better not to linger here.

Whatever was here, it wasn't something he could handle.

He cleared his throat.

"Brother, have you arrived at the place? Didn't go any further. ”

Ask the Headless Taoist.

The old brother behind him picked up the copper shovel in his hand and pointed to the top of the highest altar, which was a high altar cast, Lin Feng glanced forward, and saw a Taoist priest wearing a vermilion purple robe, walking down from the altar.

Not an illusion.

There was really a Taoist priest in a vermilion purple robe, who walked down from above.

Lin Feng: "......"

His scalp was numb and he was going to run.

He glanced behind him and saw that on his side, a monk with red lips and white teeth, wearing a robe, had also come over.

Lin Feng: "Yes, it's round?" ”

He didn't do anything, because he didn't notice that these two unknown beings had any ill will towards him.

"Finally someone is here again."

The purple-robed master said.

The monk with red lips and white teeth said: "Calculating the time, it's almost over, if no one comes, the embankment of thousands of miles will be destroyed in the anthill." ”

The two of them sang and harmonized, and then, the high-ranking Taoist priest in the vermilion purple robe opened his body sideways and called Lin Feng over.

The same is true for monks.

It didn't seem to have the intention of stopping Lin Feng.

Lin Feng: "Then I'm over?" ”

Both of them smiled, and although they didn't know what was going on, Lin Feng still carried the headless Taoist priest on his back and went to the highest altar.

Ascending to the altar, Lin Feng saw that in the center of the altar, the Taoist priest who was used as a ritual was also wearing a vermilion purple robe.

A black-skinned notebook, pressed against the altar.

There's a pen pinned to it.