Dirt on the west side.

Related to the west, it may be the Northwest Spirits and the Plateau Sacred Mountain.

After all, there is always a boundary to the west.

Not to mention that Professor Han disappeared in Suzhou, Lin Feng always felt that Professor Han should not be dead.

He has seen Teacher Xun's skills.

What exactly he learned, Lin Feng didn't know.

But he knew that Teacher Xun didn't die so easily, and correspondingly, he shouldn't let his apprentice die so quickly.

I can salvage it again.

It's one thing not to go out of your way to save it.

If you can pull it easily, you should pull it or pull it.

The main theme is a kind-hearted person.

Please call me a god.

Before Lin Feng entered the game, he looked at the bronze patterns on his body again.

The bronze pattern is currently no harm to him.

On the contrary, since he had the bronze pattern, Lin Feng noticed that this bronze was of great benefit to him.

This is true in every sense of the word.

For example, the flesh and internal organs.

To verify it in a simple way, he can condense the wind into a shape (condensation under the seven pins) and slash it at himself.

Not even a single trace of blood.

No need to restore.

This is already quite inhuman.

Even more inhuman was his next test.

He hadn't tried bullets, it was too hard to handle, and he got a war bow, a hundred and fifty pound British war bow, five meters away, and the old brother pulled the bow and shot him in the thigh.

The defense was broken, but it was only broken, the arrow pierced into about three centimeters, and the bow and arrow arrow shattered.

Lin Feng is fine.

A hundred and fifty-pound war bow did not hurt him at a distance of five meters.

Small-caliber bullets really can't help him.

If only it were a stronger weapon.

Lin Feng didn't know.

So he wanted to know if the bronze fragment was good or bad, and it would be better if he could find a way to properly use the bronze pattern.

If not, then find a sacrifice and strengthen the soul through the sacrifice.

The spirit is strong enough, and he can always find a way to solve these troubles.

Enter the game.

Chose the Northwest Spirit.

In front of him, there was a loess gate, and Lin Feng looked at this gate and felt that it was a bit like a cave on the Loess Plateau.

The soil is loose.

Break it down.

The loess in his hand, before he could exert his strength, fell from his fingers.

Lin Feng: "......"

"It doesn't have to be that real."

Northwest conjuring, this should be part of the plateau, after all, the northwest is not all Loess Plateau landforms.

Where will he go this time?

Lin Feng took a deep breath.

Entered the gate.

【Please select the game you want to purchase】

【Selected: Northwest Conjuring】

[Do you spend 150 taels of luck to unlock this game?] 】

[Yes / No]

【Yes】

[Your identity detected: Historian of Qi Observation]

[Detects that you have enabled save points]

[Checking all historical nodes in the game that can be saved]

[Removing timelines that do not meet the "relics"]

【In the game timeline】

[The game timeline has been corrected]

【Enabling Time)

【Syncing】

【Create a character ......】

【Assignment ......】

【Entering ......】

A lengthy subtitle.

Lin Feng was in his own room and entered the game.

The seven grades that have been cultivated in the past few days, plus the fire gun that has been transformed by the dragon and tiger qi, the newly opened tongue god, and the body of the protector of the Dharma.

Lin Feng came to the game again.

It's just getting into the game, though.

There is no direct grasp of the characters.

It's an excessively long CG.

It's been a long time since I've seen a CG.

Lin Feng patiently watched this "real cutscene".

As for his body, Lin Feng sat in the small courtyard and did not leave.

This time, he exchanged the amniotic fluid of the Tricky Mother and was making sacrificial incense.

He wasn't very worried about this weird thing.

A piece of five hundred taels of lucky amatotic fluid is only the size of a palm.

When exposed to the air, they will transform into various forms, they are snakes, poisonous insects, and plants that Lin Feng does not know.

When it is concocted as an incense offer.

It also screams.

You can't be careless about this thing.

He wouldn't leave this place easily until he was completely sure that the amniotic fluid was dead.

The familiar eyes went dark.

Open your eyes.

The first feeling is dry, the second is cold, and the third is fear.

The character he is now entering is terrifying!

I don't know what city it is in, compared to Yingtianfu in the Ming Dynasty and Fukou in the Qing Dynasty.

He was in the wilderness.

At this moment, the northwest gave him a deep chill.

Lin Feng felt the chill of Sensen, the wind outside was like a ghost roaring, the moonlight was like iron, and the earthy smell made him cough constantly.

The place where he is should be the mountain pass.

He's in the mountains.

It is in the middle of the Cong Ancestral Temple.

The identity is not clear, but the wolf howl and green eyes in the distance tell him.

He's not safe.

The wolves surrounded him.

The moon rose, Lin Feng saw in the distance, there was something in the shadows, if it was the real Lin Feng, he would definitely be able to see the problem, but unfortunately this body in the CG didn't seem to be able to support such a long-distance observation.

He also has some meaning of night blindness.

Very normal situation.

He built a bonfire around him, trying to dispel the darkness with light.

Give him safety.

During the action, Lin Feng saw the color and scars on the back of his hand - not a rich family, scars and calluses, listed on it.

The sleeves of his clothes were covered with loess and holes.

He stirred the bonfire with his stick, trying to keep the flames brighter and not to let the wild wolves outside.

And looked at the "god statue" around him with some concern.

Fear that the gods would suddenly come to life and eat him.

In front of the idol there is an offering of dry food.

There is also a gourd of water.

There were words in his mouth, and it was supposed to be some kind of incantation.

Lin Feng didn't know much about these spells, so he couldn't hear what he meant.

Lin Feng swept over the dry food and recognized it as a "trick for rice".

But the rice turned into a bun.

I think the effect is similar.

If you eat rice, you can eat steamed buns, follow the local customs, and eat some steamed buns in the northwest!

Are you still a southern treacher?

In such a situation, "Lin Feng" didn't dare to sleep and couldn't sleep, he took out a letter from his clothes tremblingly.

Start reading the letter.

Pass the time.

It's a distress letter.

The font is very neat, small Kai, and the text is crepe, which specifically means that in a certain mountain col in the northwest, a place called Yangjia Village, there are many dolls, and the soul has fallen.

The letter should have been written by a sour Confucian, dropped in a book bag, and written in crepe.

If this is ancient times, this should be those people in Yangjia Village, smashing pots and selling iron, please write a letter for help written by a person who specializes in reading.

Invite him to Yangjia Village to summon the spirits of these babies.

Spiritualism, folk rituals.

People have three souls and seven spirits.

Three souls, fetal light, cool spirit, ghost.

Seven spirits, corpse dog, ambush, finch yin, swallowing thief, non-poisonous, defilthy, stinky lung.

Three souls and seven spirits, each with its own master, is not detailed here.

If you lose these souls, you will have all kinds of abnormalities.

The most common is to be in a daze, to be stupid, and to go out at night.

Think about it, on a dark night, there was a person sleeping on a kang, and suddenly someone sat up from the bed, looked out of the door and said, "Sister, there is someone outside." ”

Well~

People, especially children who are undecided, can easily throw away their souls and spirits when they are subjected to great terror.

This is also known as "lost soul".

At this time, someone was going to come to "call the soul" and "summon the soul", which made Lin Feng feel strange that there was no need for this letter to be handed over to him.

The reason is simple, he is in the provincial capital.

He is from the provincial city, and looking at the title above, it is a gentleman, most likely Mr. Yin and Yang.

Thousands of miles away, for such a trivial matter as conjuring spirits, find a provincial city gentleman?

He also hired someone to write letters on his behalf......

Does the problem appear on "multiple children"?

After all, "soul calling", "soul summoning", is not a rare spell, it is not even a spell.

There are many ways to "conjure spirits", and as far as Lin Feng knows, there are four.

One is to kneel in front of the Lord of the Stove and offer his name and birth date to the Lord of the Stove, and then the relatives begin to call the person's name and invite him home.

The second is to go under the willow tree and bring the soul back with food (steamed buns).

The third is to invite ancestors.

There are also those who use fast sons.

It can be said that folk folk mages, and even some elders, have their own ways to deal with some minor troubles.

Although Yangjia Village is a village.

But isn't there a county seat next to it?

In the county, there is no Mr. Yin and Yang, or people who see things, but they are willing to seek the near and far......

This was the idea of this Mr. Yin and Yang, and Lin Feng could sense his incomprehension.

He pondered, and after a while, when he turned around, he saw that half of the steamed buns on the table were gone!

That's definitely not what he eats.

It's not for rats!

When "Lin Feng" saw this, he immediately knew what was happening.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and when he looked up, he saw that there seemed to be some steamed dregs on the side of the statue's mouth.

He hurriedly lowered his head, as if he was afraid of crashing into the object.

If you look at it more, it's all dangerous.

There was neither incense nor kneeling, and he did not give this thing any sense of existence.

Now that the evil creature has eaten the tribute.

will not do anything to him.

He hurriedly sat upright and looked outside, and after a while, he felt that the wind outside seemed to be a little too noisy!

The icy wind blew in and lowered the campfire.

"Not good!"

This Mr. Yin and Yang is in a hurry, he knows that something is wrong, and he is afraid that there are monsters outside.

The smell of fish came from outside, and there was something in the darkness.

At this time, CG ends.

The deity descends.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, and in the darkness, a "deep abyss" that was darker than this moonlight darkness diffused out from under his feet.

Before the monster that rushed over had time to whimper, it was dragged into the "abyss".

"Boom!"

The flames were great, behind Lin Feng, there were many ghosts, and the idol wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack, who knew that it had lost its target.

Lin Feng was standing there.

But he has no "human touch".

The evil creature froze.

At this time, Lin Feng saw the scene, the shadows in the distance were mountains and forests, next to the moon, on the other side of the mountain beam, there was a group of mountain teams, walking towards this side.

It's cold and it should be winter.

People starve to death, and wolves are thin.

It's not easy to be alive.