Chapter 4: Madness.

In the middle of the night, there was no light at night, and the village chief squatted in the backyard of Yang Liuwa's house, like a dead man.

I didn't dare to take a breath in the air.

He heard the sound of Yang Liuwa's footsteps, and also heard Yang Liuwa open the livestock pen and drag something out of it.

It was the sound of cloth dragging on a dirt road.

Immediately, there was the sound of sharpening knives, the sound of chopping down, and all kinds of strange sounds mixed together, forming a picture of moral decay in the dark.

The mourning bird made a "quack" sound.

It's eyelid-popping.

The village chief quietly waited until Yang Liuwa had finished doing this, and then returned to the house.

Before dawn the next day, everyone appeared outside Yang Liuwa's house and grabbed Yang Liuwa, who was decomposing her father's body.

Yang Liuwa was desperate, he wanted to rush out, but he was hit in the leg with a hoe.

Broken leg.

Yang Liuwa covered her legs and wailed.

But no one felt sorry for him.

Everyone seemed to know something, but no one spoke.

Just looking at the people on the ground.

Then he looked directly at the village chief.

The same goes for the village chief.

After a while, Yang Liuwa hung on the tree, and it was the village chief who did it, everyone looked at the village chief, and the village chief also trembled and hung Yang Liuwa on the tree, and the big guy didn't speak, as if everyone had become clay figures.

At night, the village chief slept and heard the previous voice again.

He didn't know what was happening, but he saw a "way out."

But when he woke up, he found that he was covered in red mud.

He sleepwalked.

The village chief was a little frightened, he looked at the red mud on his hands, and was extremely uneasy.

In this place where there is loess everywhere, there is only one place where there is red mud.

Duck ditch.

Duck Gully is an ominous place.

There are so many frightening legends and stories in this place.

For example, people who walk in it sometimes hear others talking.

For example, when free-range, the shepherd walks in it and disappears inexplicably.

The sheep is fine.

Sometimes, when a person hears something, his ears are filled with dirt, and he ends up suffocating to death, and in this case, whether true or false, it becomes a place of filth and dirt.

If you do any dirty things, you can bury them in the duck ditch.

Dark.

Everyone won't go anywhere, but who knows, this time he not only went inside, but also brought out red mud from it.

Liver and gall are broken!

It was at this time that Mr. Yin and Yang, whom he invited, came.

He had a bold decision.

He invited Mr. Yin and Yang in, and the two of them made a deal in which they used a dead old lady as a test subject.

The old lady really came back to life, but Mr. Yin Yang is also a stinky chess basket, and he really doesn't have enough styles.

So they chose to bring in a more competent gentleman.

As for the gentleman at the beginning.

He also hanged himself from the locust tree.

There is no chapter five.

Because when he said this, the priest in the locust tree woke up, and Lin Feng was really not his opponent.

……

Lin Feng alone is a team.

Three hours later, the second sublimation plus the report came out, the old buddy lit the lighting, the photography of the photography, although there are unprofessional places, but it is very good to point.

Raising a team of about ten people, when there is no income and business orders in the early stage, it is a pure loss.

Lin Feng is different.

His team is very frugal.

After doing this, Lin Feng sat outside and cultivated, big

Liang Yuehua was absorbed into his left eye.

Didn't repair the flesh.

His physical body would cultivate on its own, and he didn't use the Gamma Lan Psychic Elixir.

The ghost knows where he will go now, so it is better to cultivate the soul.

The spirit is as solid as one.

When it was like a mirror and a glass platform, Lin Feng was relieved.

During the day, the sky light appears.

Lin Feng exchanged for [clean] plateau soil, five hundred grams, and one thousand taels of luck.

He surveyed the "docile" badlands.

[Clean] plateau soil is not equal to harmless plateau soil, Lin Feng looked at this thing, and after a while, he came a little water inside.

Well, although the bad soil is evil, it still has the characteristics of earth, at least it can be reconciled with water.

He bought so much bad soil at one time, in fact, there is also a sense of experimentation.

Pattern.

He wanted to try to use the patterns in his memory on the bad land.

In any case, the message given by Teacher Xun and Professor Han is very clear.

The bad land on the plateau has indeed been sent out, three roads, to Sichuan and Shu, to the capital, and to the South Seas.

If only he had anchored history.

At least the road from the plateau to the South Seas is stable.

Now, will the road through Suzhou and the capital be stable?

Lin Feng looked at the "tame" soil in front of him, these evil soils were normal yellow.

So why is the northwest in the game red clay?

It's because it's full of blood.

Lin Feng took the painting skin and pulled out a bit of soil.

During the game, he tried the power of the Badland.

Whether in the South Sea or in the Northwest.

That kind of "assimilation" is to turn a living person into clay.

But alive.

Outside of the game, he also tried to do this for the first time, holding on to his heart, placing the painted skin on his chest, and then smoothing it with the bad soil, and the painted skin settled on his skin.

The Badlands didn't move.

It was exactly the same as Lin Feng smearing the yellow mud on his body.

Lin Feng thought about it for a moment and threw out a drop of blood.

Suddenly, like a soldering iron.

With the yellow mud of blood, he finally showed his fangs!

The pain of "stinging lala".

Lin Feng closed his eyes, holding the magic sword in his hand, and did not use the six tones of the land, the big tone of his "duo" "duo" "duo".

This is the sound of exhalation, and the mana is injected into the magic sword in his hand, in the picture of Mount Tai.

There are no seats.

He holds a big sword in his hand, and he does it in front of the Ninth Uncle's Hall, who dares to be a demon .jpg.

He stared at Tarzan with both eyes.

He chooses to believe in his roots!

The true shape of the five mountains will definitely be able to do something!

If a Taoist can break down mountains and cut down temples, he must have real skills and make a difference, brothers!

The wind blew by his side, and when it reached his hands, it became extremely dignified.

The suppressive power of Tarzan finally appeared here.

Zhang Zhuoen said that everyone's true shape of the Five Mountains has its own role.

There are large and small true diagrams of the five mountains, and there are also secret and wide transmissions.

A skill is just such a skill.

Whether it is strong or not depends on whose hands it is.

It is also the Seven Qualities, some people can already become Bodhisattvas, and some people are still struggling.

The real horror before trying to confront the ancient Zhang-zhung dynasty head-on.

Lin Feng looked at the magic sword in his hand and looked at the Taishan diagram on it.

Fiercely slammed in front of him.

An invisible ripple flew out, and a faint sound came from his magic sword.

Lin Feng's heart raced, and his skin appeared

Grain.

It's like a bronze vessel.

Lin Feng was about to crush his magic sword.

But Zhang Zhuoen is really reliable, and the Taiyin body he figured out by himself has an incredible strengthening effect on Lin Feng.

In his eyes, [纂] was about to condense into substance.

Pain is to the flesh what war is to technology.

All are a catalyst.

At least that's what Lin Feng thinks, even if it's a violent theory.

In the midst of the intense pain, Lin Feng felt that he was about to bow down in pain, but it was in this pain that Lin Feng closed his eyes, and the last time he was in pain inexplicably appeared in his mind, what he thought of when he was in pain.

There were yaks, there were statues, and this time there was another light and shadow faintly in his mind.

Lin Feng couldn't tell what it was.

He saw that behind the head of the yak god, a light wheel appeared, and he also saw all kinds of strange divine beasts coming from afar.

Then, the pain is gone!

Lin Feng's consciousness was not affected in any way, and he remained awake at all times.

Finally relieved, he tapped his magic sword.

Look at your chest.

On his chest, two things became one.

The painted skin had finally become a part of his body, and Lin Feng even felt that the painted skin was constantly wriggling, and it didn't take much time for the painted skin to spread all over his body, "replaceing" the largest organ in his body.

Skin.

When the time came, Lin Feng felt that he might be a faceling.

He is what he wants to become.

As for whether he will be discovered, Lin Feng thinks that he should find out, but what level of talent will find him, Lin Feng doesn't know, Xiao Miaozhu should recognize him if someone of that level will recognize him.

The thoughts left by Mazu Niangniang coincide with the incense of Fukou.

He will be what he wants to become.

What's more......

Lin Feng held the fire gun in his hand, and a strange charm gradually appeared on the fire gun.

It became a part of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng glanced at the peace charm of the small temple again.

He also touched the peace charm.

The aura of the peace talisman also converged with Lin Feng.

became a "part" of Lin Feng.

Now it's up to us to see if we can hide the game.

The rest of the dirt......

He had prepared for these soils, and he wanted to try the lines that could not be left on the pen and paper, using this object as a carrier.

Lin Feng scratched his head, what should he do?

He turned on his phone, searched for a map, got into his pickup truck, went upside down, went to find a pottery bar, and found a teacher.

For others, the skills that need to be learned over the years are not difficult for Lin Feng.

After watching it for a long time, Lin Feng said that the teacher's level may not be as good as his.

As long as you can control your muscles and reflexes as you do every time you release a skill, then you too can become a journeyman, as for a master.

Lin Feng didn't plan to become a master, he just wanted to tinker with the evil land.

What to do to be a master.

These pottery bars do not have gas kilns for firing pottery.

They use electric kilns.

The electric kiln can't burn a beautiful glaze, and can only burn relatively coarse pottery.

But Lin Feng didn't care.

It's time to grit your teeth again.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, bought an electric kiln, put it behind the pickup, and brought it back.

The bad soil does not burn.

The temperature of 1,000 degrees in the electric kiln is not felt at all for the bad land!