Theoretically, even the melting point of steel is only about 1,500 degrees Celsius.

Except for some special materials, under a thousand degrees, many metals have to turn into a pinch of "water".

The soil is about the same, it doesn't take 1,000 degrees Celsius for the soil to become pottery – that's what the pottery teacher said.

1,000 degrees Celsius is not enough temperature for an embryo that wants to fire that kind of extremely beautiful porcelain.

But for the general clay pot, hold the handle and pinch it.

She said so, but Lin Feng really bought an electric kiln, which still made the teacher's mouth grow in surprise.

Ah, is this how rich people play?

However, she thought about it and gave Lin Feng a business card, saying that she was from the porcelain capital and had a gas kiln at home.

If Lin Feng is willing, he can go to her house, and if it is in the season, there may be a gas kiln to spare.

Lin Feng agreed.

However, after looking at the shade drying, it does not form porcelain.

Lin Feng was desperate for the teacher who swore by him.

He felt that the teacher was right, but he was wrong.

Soil is a fusion agent.

But the lines are written on it, it has not disappeared, but it has no effect, the bad soil is still good, Lin Feng thought, whether it has become a vessel, and in the last step, the pottery will show its true usefulness.

Who knows, things are completely different from what he thinks.

Before the bad soil touched the blood, it was very tame, but under the high temperature, it fell to the ground softly, without spirit, and there was no possibility of burning into pottery.

Lin Feng himself felt the scorching temperature.

The soil still didn't respond.

Looking at the scorching electric fire, Lin Feng thought about it and stretched out his sinful little hand.

Tried it.

It didn't turn into charcoal, but it was indeed injured.

Lin Feng cut off the necrotic little thumb, and after watching it turn into ashes and disappear completely, he was relieved, he himself straightened up, and contacted Teacher Qi again, saying that there is a planner on his side, I hope you can take a look.

If it's suitable, shoot it like this, and the sample on his side has already been filmed.

Sent to.

I don't know if Mr. Qi watched it or not, but after a while, he said that it was okay, and he proposed very "gently" that if there was anything he could help with, he could bring it up and talk about it.

"If you have a problem, you can bring it up."

This is what Lin Feng wanted.

He needed to come to the school to shoot, and asked the school to cooperate with the shooting, and at the same time, he also seemed to inadvertently mention that he heard that there was a teacher in the Suzhou History Institute, called Xuan Yi, and he wanted to call Teacher Xuan to record a few words.

Teacher Qi: "Well, you have to be outdated, the teacher you are talking about, he went crazy a few years ago, and now he is recuperating in a mental hospital in Suzhou.

I'm afraid I won't be able to get out."

After listening to the voice, Lin Feng communicated with the other side a little, agreed on the time and place, and then turned off the communication tool.

He didn't plan to do it now, he just wanted to find the teacher's deadline and send the manuscript over.

Otherwise, he knew what was going to happen to him.

"You've done a great job of planning and filming, but we'd like to change that."

"Change it that way."

"Well, that's pretty much right, but there are a few details."

….

"Yes, yes, that's it."

"yes, that's it."

"Well, let's take a look, it's still the first version, or the first version?"

In order to prevent this, Lin Feng chose to delay time.

Although there are other small means that can be used to eliminate this matter.

But Lin Feng always felt that he regarded others as monkfish.

It's always a little bad (sorry, Brother Chen).

Got a new piece of news, and Lin Feng's eyes were uncertain.

Mainly because Teacher Xuan is crazy, Lin Feng finds it interesting.

Originally, he thought that Teacher Xuan was gone.

Who knew he was crazy.

From Lin Feng's point of view, he has a different opinion about madmen and others, because he knows that when some people know a lot of information that is different from others, he will be considered crazy.

This character may be Mr. Xu.

Even if he was really crazy, Lin Feng was not afraid.

The most feared among the madmen is the martial madman, they will riot and hurt people, but the one Lin Feng is least afraid of is the martial madman.

If you assassinate me casually, you can hurt me, even if you win.

No evil cult has come to him lately.

He was in a hurry.

He booked a plane ticket to Suzhou, and asked Dr. Zhu, do you have any classmates from the medicine capital, do you know Mr. An.

After a while, someone replied to the message.

No.

Lin Feng hesitated for a moment or two, then waited for a cooldown to finish and entered the game.

[Detected that the player is in the game and has opened the route, and cannot select the rest of the routes]

[Detected that the player has a save point: Yangjiacun Village Entrance Locust Tree]

[Finalizing]

【Finalization Completed】

【Enter the game】

[Northwest Conjuring - "Rebels with Bad Intentions"]

[Act I: Entrusted by Others, Loyal to Others]

[Within twenty-four hours of entering the game, find the soul of the lost child in Yangjia Village]

[Life Remaining: 1]

[Reward for completing the mission: A valuable message]

[Penalty time for this mission, same as above]

Lin Feng closed his eyes, opened them again, and saw the three-dog baby hanging in front of him, Lin Feng didn't alarm her, and his mother walked into the lifeless village.

I touched the locust tree before leaving.

His aura suddenly changed.

Although the pain was terrifying, Lin Feng did make a lot of money this time, whether it was a fire gun or a peace charm, he brought it in.

And in his retina.

A time that keeps counting down also reminds Lin Feng all the time.

This is a time-limited mission.

There can be no delay.

As he used the evil soil to glue the painted skin on his body, Lin Feng brought out the fire gun and the peace charm, and he came to the door of the village chief's house with familiarity.

Compared with the last time, there were some changes this time, the six-character Great Ming Mantra emitted a soft light, and even the yellow talisman at the door was blocking Lin Feng's arrival.

As for the threshold, it is even more with an invisible barrier.

Considering that the aura on Lin Feng's body now belonged to the one hidden in the tree, Lin Feng reasonably suspected that the master who had arranged these things for the village chief was not an ordinary person.

It's a pity that even Lin Feng can't stop these things, let alone the people hiding in the trees.

Lin Feng walked in, took root in the net and hid the old woman below, and forcibly hooked out her soul.

It's like black and white impermanence.

Taking out the soul detention, Lin Feng was vicious, and asked the old woman fiercely, what was going on, shocking his heart.

And the net is deeply rooted in her soul.

Take the opportunity to flip through the memories.

He wanted to sort out what had happened, and soon, Lin Feng found out the clue.

That group came from Taihang Mountain.

And put forward the Taoist priest who worshiped the Buddha.

Window peek out in the middle of the night