When he went to the airport, Lin Feng was still doubting and thinking about this matter, the lonely ghost before the six days of old anger, and the picture behind him, he was thinking about what was going on.

Because he saw the third mural, the third mural made it even more incomprehensible to him.

Li Yuanhao walked into the Yellow River by himself.

But on the shore, there is also Li Yuanhao.

What is it?

Pisces Jade Yellow River version? It's this painting, and Mr. Xun didn't mark any information on the side, he wrote a big "?"

expressed his inner doubts.

Lin Feng closed the computer, waited for a long time, and found nothing unclean, so he closed the computer at hand, left the strongest three teams of old brothers to take care of the house, and took the masks of the nine opera masters in the suitcase, and went to board the plane with his spy magic sword.

If he didn't know what the Great Elder of the Yu family had encountered, Lin Feng would not be able to find the pattern, anyway, no matter what Teacher Xuan faced, the situation he saw must be less intense than in the game.

Otherwise, these teachers may not be able to come out.

There are no out-of-control "visions" and "weirdness", and following certain customs can turn danger into relief.

For example, if firecrackers are set off during the Chinese New Year to disperse the New Year beasts, as long as the rules between heaven and earth will not change, then these things are just "small paths" and will not become "mainstream".

Sitting on the plane, Lin Feng closed his eyes and felt the movement of the wind around him, if Lin Feng was willing, he could urge the wind to destroy the plane under his feet, and survive at this altitude, but it didn't make any sense.

And high in the sky, Lin Feng looked out, he closed his eyes, his divine sense passed through the clouds, and felt the power of the wind above the higher sky.

Lin Feng never thought that technology would become an arm for cultivation, after all, for ancient people, not everyone had the ability to go straight to the Nine Heavens.

Even if he is a seven-rank cultivator, a very rare master, he can't reach the plane so high and so convenient.

I can't even feel the wind from above.

"Is that so? The wind is like this."

Lin Feng closed his eyes and sank into this feeling wholeheartedly.

Beside him, the old buddies were silent and followed Lin Feng silently.

They fit in with people, and the rest of the people didn't notice discomfort, they had recently taken a few steps up again, and they were all resistant to things like dragon and tiger.

Even some of the runes, they can hold them.

Lin Feng got off the plane and went straight to the university campus, he found the office, knocked on the door, walked in, and as soon as his hair moved, he found the person in charge of this matter, and then got the information.

He is now in a private psychiatric hospital, called Suzhou First Rehabilitation Center Hospital, which is one of the most famous sanatoriums in the entire Jiangnan.

It's been fifteen years.

"Fifteen years."

Lin Feng did not choose to enter the sanatorium normally, the entire sanatorium is divided into several parts, including respect for the elderly and recuperation, and they come and go freely, but the "quiet department" where Mr. Xuan is located is very well protected, and there are nurses with big shoulders and round waists everywhere.

Everybody is powerful. ….

This is the only way to ensure that the patient does not hurt anyone.

Strong physique.

When the sick man goes berserk, tie him to a restraint bed, and make him hurt neither himself nor others.

When Lin Feng walked in here, he felt a strange feeling.

The whole courtyard was filled with a very rotten and corrupt smell.

But I have to say that the buildings here are very good, ventilated, shaded by green trees, imitating Tang-style buildings.

The fee is expensive, at least the shelves are good.

The ward where Mr. Xuan lives is a special care ward, and in his ward, there are no sharp furnishings, although according to the assessment, the possibility of Mr. Xu's suicide is very low, but the rehabilitation center hospital will not risk the patient, and at 9 o'clock in the morning, after the "break."

In his free time, Mr. Xuan should sit quietly in the ward.

He would paint there.

Many nurses have seen Mr. Xuan's words, and they all think that Teacher Xuan is a pity.

What a good person.

Why are you crazy?

Mr. Xu's stick figure skills are very good, and with a few strokes, people can understand his expression, but the scenes he draws are incomprehensible.

That rotten aura, [Qi Observation Eye, Shocking Glance], Lin Feng saw wisps of black qi, transmitted from the room in front of him, in this black aura, Lin Feng was sure that even if they used potions regularly, their spirits would not change.

Under such an aura, they couldn't recuperate, and when they walked into the building in front of them, Lin Feng noticed the mirror brake, the rubber tapping brake, the wall brake, and the wind brake through the hall.

These evil qi are related to feng shui, and also related to some architectural principles, Lin Feng also doesn't know, from the outside, this imitation Tang architecture can be regarded as a lot of thought, although it imitates the Tang Dynasty to the other side of the sea, but a little more attentive design institute, will not make such a simple mistake.

People living here, the mood and physiology will not feel happy, this is certain, cold, stroke, mental restlessness, this kind of scene is not a good phenomenon for patients.

Lin Feng looked up at these cameras.

These cameras are all turned off.

He came to the door of Teacher Xu, Teacher Xuan lived in a single room, and as soon as he walked in, Lin Feng saw a large number of pictures inside, this was a madman's room, and there were pictures everywhere.

The drawings look strange.

No matter which painting it is, the theme is "door".

A large number of stick figures, Lin Feng stood in the room, looking at these pictures one by one, Teacher Xuan was not there, the surrounding pictures were all Teacher Xuan himself in the room, he painted himself very expressively, he himself was in the house, looking at the furnishings was this room, he was standing in the room, judging from the furnishings and position, it was the position where Lin Feng himself was standing.

Then, there were the faces, one painting after another, and this face was either hidden behind the door or behind the window, and they stared inside with unkind faces.

There was something unclean lying under the bed, crawling on the wall, moving towards the middle.

It looked like they were going to attack the people in it.

Lin Feng's expression was very calm.

He came to the bed that was spread, the wind poured in from the window, blowing all the hidden paintings, Lin Feng grabbed these paintings, and saw the pictures on these papers change. ….

"Is that so?"

The wind unscrewed the door and called the people standing outside the door to come in, Lin Feng saw the person coming, took out the photo with his hand, compared it and said, "People from the kiln factory? You're chasing here?"

Although the man was wearing new clothes, the old smell on his body could not be concealed.

The man looked extremely ordinary, so ordinary that he would not be able to take a second look when he was thrown into the crowd.

And he also has a special temperament.

It is somewhat similar to Lin Feng's "Painted Skin", but it is very different.

His strength was a little more evil, his hand was in the air, the door opened by itself, his hand rubbed in the air, and he withdrew his hand.

He even smiled awkwardly.

"Presumptuous."

But when Lin Feng saw him, he felt uncomfortable, like, like......

"Part of my power once belonged to you, not only my power, but also this land and Wenshu......

Our power is of the same origin, and your power is older than mine.

It is the power of the god of the land.

All we have is the power of the land."

Lin Feng pulled out his magic sword and said, "This is a feeling I have never felt, this feeling, it has never been so clear."

The other party was silent at first, but after seeing the magic sword, he suddenly ignored

Ran said, "Have you never wondered why your accusation to the land is working? Who are you praying to use this power, mountain spirits and water monsters in the mountains, are they born to be mountain gods? Is it Tuber?"

Lin Feng didn't speak.

The other party let go of this topic, and he restarted the topic and said, "I didn't expect that I found out that Xuan Yi used the power of the kiln factory, it was actually for you, what information did he leave for you?"

Lin Feng reversed the paper in his hand and told him to see the words written on it, and there were two words written on it.

[Help].

Seeing this information, the other party was obviously a little dissatisfied.

It's just the word "help", and it makes them make such a big move.

The man smashed his mouth and said, "If he doesn't ask for help, in fact, we can't catch him, we are a group of people who go to Chengtian Temple, I am 1,500 steps outside Chengtian Temple, Xun Yanyu entered Chengtian Temple, and Xuan Yi is more than 100 steps away from Chengtian Temple.

He hears more than I do, and he should know more things than I do."

Lin Feng: "So, Teacher Xuan has become the same as you?"

The man said, "No, he is more perfect than we are."

Lin Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Why don't we do one? You look like you're here."

The man said, "There's no need, I'm just coming and seeing, and since he's told you to help, we'll just follow you."

Lin Feng: "You are so arrogant, do you plan to be so unavoidable?"

The man said, "It doesn't matter, we can control you by whatever means you use, and you don't know anything about our power."

Lin Feng suddenly thought, "Then can I join you?"

The man shook his head, and the whole person turned into fine sand in front of him, and wanted to leave.

Lin Feng was a little speechless. ….

There was a strange scream outside, the fine sand wanted to leave, but it was wrapped together by the wind, Lin Feng did not use any strength, simply used his mastery of the wind, he swept all the rooms clean, came to the artificial lake outside, and sank the dust into the water.

He held a magic sword in his hand and plunged it into an artificial lake.

「duo」

After a ripple, the world fell silent.

Lin Feng looked at the koi carp that had fainted and turned his belly inside, and saw the puppet masters placed next to him coming, they were holding runes in their hands, and the runes contained Lin Feng's sword qi in them.

What he did just now was Lin Feng's sword qi.

"The workers of the kiln factory, but they are in the Chengtian Temple, the Chengtian Temple they go to, and the Chengtian Temple I think of, is it the same place?"

Lin Feng stood motionless in front of the artificial lake, thinking about the questions above, while quietly waiting for the resurrection of the people inside.

If the kiln factory worker could really come out alive, Lin Feng didn't mind killing him again.

Kill him until he is gone.

But who knows, Lin Feng waited for him for a long time, and there was still no reaction in the artificial lake here.

Lin Feng left here with some disappointment, he didn't rent a car this time, with his luggage, he bought a new ticket and flew to Suzhou.

The suppressed Chengtian Concept is much more stable than the Chengtian Concept in the game, and if you want to understand the Great Elder of the Yu Family, you have to get some news from Teacher Xu.

Lin Feng was holding a stack of papers in his hand.

These are all the pictures drawn by Teacher Xuan, Lin Feng looked at these paintings, and after leaving here, he came back again, and sure enough, he saw someone crawling out of it, and those fish that were stunned by the whole were shattered by an unknown force and became minced meat, and after they reappeared, they became a person.

He was not surprised to see Lin Feng, Lin Feng took out a piece of paper, pointed to the scene on the paper and said, "He should have seen it a long time ago?"

The man said with a dull face, "It doesn't matter, he abuses his power like this, even if you find him, he will suffer from bad luck."

Lin Feng nodded: "Then you are dying by yourself, also."

Did I send you to die?"

The man looked at Lin Feng and closed his eyes, "You can't kill ......

"Noise!"

Lin Feng slapped it into minced meat with a sword, and the net was pierced into these minced meat, sucking it heavily.

"I'm going to die, can't I leave myself some dignity?"

Lin Feng said earnestly: "Death is a momentary thing, but the impression is a situation that follows people for a lifetime."

He pulled out a piece of paper again, and what was drawn on it was what Lin Feng was doing now.

On the next piece of paper, Lin Feng was already on the plane.

The flight information of that plane was exactly the same as the scene drawn on the painting, and more importantly, Lin Feng opened the next one and saw the next one, Lin Feng came to the outside of the nursing home, which was a back perspective.

Lin Feng looked very recognizable, because he had long hair, a hairpin, and was wearing a Hanfu and boots.

Walking on the road has a high rate of turning heads.

Everyone around him was watching him – and more importantly he came out of the nursing home, which was so eye-catching that it was hard not to imagine what kind of person he was. ….

There are not many people on this road, and there are not many people who see Lin Feng, but Lin Feng doesn't care about these anymore.

Because he has more important things to do.

Lin Feng on the screen, holding this picture in his hand, was followed by nine opera masters, and more importantly, there was a demon mixed in the opera master.

In the sanatorium behind him, on the highest floor, countless "Lin Feng" looked towards him, their eyes full of malice, a kind of undisguised "greed".

Lin Feng put down the paper in his hand and looked at the old brother beside him.

One.

Two.

Three.

……

Count carefully, there is absolutely no mistake in the number, it is nine.

But in the picture, he clearly told Lin Feng that there are ten people here, and the evil ghosts are different from the master of the opera, and the master of the opera has his own profession and his own clothes.

When Mr. Xuan paints, he is very skillful, he paints people completely differently according to his cultivation, so the tallest one here is not Lin Feng, but an evil ghost.

Evil ghosts are the most powerful among these people, Lin Feng picked up these paintings, when he was still in the sanatorium, there were no evil ghosts, but when he came out, evil ghosts appeared and mixed in among them.

The evil ghost shrouded their heads, Lin Feng looked up and back, but he couldn't see anything, and he didn't find anything when he looked into the distance of the sanatorium.

If this was a metaphor, Lin Feng might be able to comfort himself like this, but Lin Feng knew very well in his heart that Mr. Xuan's paintings were realistic.

In the next picture, Mr. Xuan divided it into two parts.

One was very simple, Lin Feng was cut open from it, and the evil ghost got into Lin Feng's body.

On the other side, it was Lin Feng who boarded the plane safely.

In other words, the variables are in his next hand?

Lin Feng's brain was running rapidly, looking for a glimmer of life.

Where did he find this evil ghost?

……

The sun sets.

The desert is lonely and the sun sets on the long river.

This is the large area where Wang Wei wrote his poems, and Professor Han has no intention of looking at the surrounding scenes.

He was exhausted.

Professor Han stumbled down the mountain, he felt that his legs had lost his senses, and at the same time, he had lost his sense of direction, and what was worse, he didn't know what year or place it was, he was on the road, and his legs were limp and kneeling on the ground many times.

If it weren't for the tattooed skin in his arms.

He may have the idea of giving up.

Dizzy from running, he lay on the ground and vomited for a while, I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, he didn't look at what he vomited out.

He from

Without looking back, in front of him, the scene was actually very beautiful.

He came down from a mountain that was not too high, and about three hours had passed.

Next to the mountain is the Yellow River, and he does not know which section of the Yellow River it is.

With his stupid thinking, his brain began to ache violently, and such a sharp pain made Professor Han feel a rare muscle twitch, which had not appeared for many years.

Some of it is like overusing the brain. ….

In this situation, he finally had time to reach out and touch the back of his head.

His hand touched the back of his head, the back of his head stabbed like a pinprick, and he reached out to caress it, and he touched the black blood on his hand.

Standard head broken blood flow.

Professor Han had to say a word of bad luck and tried his best to look forward, but he saw something on the road next to him that made people feel even more unlucky.

Soul Banner.

Made of white paper, blank soul search flag, I don't know why, seeing this thing, Professor Han felt that his scalp was a little numb, and there were some ruins in his heart, there was no one here, and he inserted the soul guide flag on the side of the road like this, which made him afraid.

He swallowed, thought about it for a moment, and walked along the road ahead.

That's the way to go.

Although it is a dirt road, the presence of a road at least means that it should be inhabited.

There is a settlement, and if he finds it, he can be saved.

It's already getting a little dark.

He still remembered what Xie XVIII told him, leave the mountain before dark, and if he encountered something that he couldn't understand or solve, he would go to look at the small notebook in his hand, and what was recorded in the notebook should be done according to the method in the notebook.

Thinking of this, Professor Han opened his notebook and struggled to find the rules and regulations on it, it was obvious that for Xie Shiba, a soul attraction banner was nothing.

As for why there is still half a bowl of cold rice and a few stones under the soul flag, it is even more unexplained.

Professor Han skipped past the Soul Banner and stumbled forward.

Left behind the black blood along the way.

Soon, Professor Han disappeared near the horizon, he walked much faster than he thought, and, looking from the back to the front, it could be seen that Professor Han's head, from the spine to the back of the head, was completely gone.

The brain was exposed, but even so, he was alive and well.

The skin is slowly growing.

The ceramic piece that was originally behind him finally disappeared completely.

I don't know if it was digested in his blood, or some other reason, and Professor Han didn't think of it, and the reason why he didn't look back was because his subconscious was actually very clear, he didn't walk down the mountain through normal methods, he was too weak.

He did not deceive himself, he was strong, a scientifically trained field worker in his thirties.

He knew where his strength was, but he didn't know what it was, so he imagined a mountain path that led to the bottom of the mountain, and when he walked down, the path disappeared.

I don't know if the road under his feet now is real or illusory?

He just walked forward.

In a trance, he heard Xie Shibai's voice coming from behind, but Professor Han ignored the voice, and he was excited that these voices were all auditory hallucinations.

He stumbled ahead until he came to a village that looked old, and more importantly, it was uninhabited, and it was almost evening, and it was an old village with red brick houses at most, but it was eerily silent. ….

No dog barking, no vocals, nothing.

It seems that the people inside have moved out a long time ago.

Moved to a new village.

Every household in it is full of spring couplets with a purple base, which should have been five-color multicolored paper money, but it has also become

White paper money, hanging under the eaves.

At the crossroads, a large amount of paper ash is piled up in a clump of paper.

It looks like someone burned something not long ago.

Looks like something is wrong.

If a normal person encounters such a place, he will definitely hesitate.

But Professor Han couldn't care about it so much.

He walked in, and before darkness fell, found a small inn with the lights still on, and when he walked in, he actually saw a man sitting behind the counter, which was simply ecstatic.

There was a bed behind the counter, and he stood behind the counter and looked at Professor Han who walked in.

Professor Han walked over and said a lot, but the old man behind the counter kept looking cold until Professor Han managed to take out several banknotes from his clothes and put them in front of him.

When the old man saw the money, he looked up at him.

Silently, he slapped a key in front of Professor Han's eyes.

A man who doesn't like to talk a lot.

Professor Han had seen such a person more than once, and now he had a terrible headache, and he wanted to sleep, and this desire to sleep even overwhelmed his desire to call the rest of the people.

The darkness in front of him was like a tide crashing towards him, trying to knock him out.

Fortunately, Professor Han was still literate, and he saw that the key was covered with white insulating tape, and 202 was written in oil pen.

Second house on the second floor.

Professor Han didn't say much, he took the key and walked upstairs.

The old man still didn't say a word about this.

It's like not seeing Professor Han.

After Professor Han went upstairs, he shouted to the person in front of him dissatisfiedly, "I said it all, thirty thirty, thirty-one nights, I have this condition here, you can't live it.

This is my guest house.

If you don't stay, you can pry open the door of any house and live in.

Look at the people you are wearing, where are you talking so much, forcing Lai Lai!"

Facing the mobile phone cameras of two young people, a man and a woman, the boss was not afraid at all.

He even put his face close to the camera and said, "Shoot, shoot, I'll shoot you today, I'll see what you can shoot!"

Eating people and living in the store, giving money is the rule set by the ancestors!

If you don't give money, you will live in the store for nothing!"

The old man spoke very rudely, and the two people on the opposite side of the anger trembled a little!

The man was a little angry and wanted to sneer at him, but the woman pulled him and signaled him not to be angry.

"Good!"

The woman swallowed her anger and said, "Okay!"

The old man didn't "chase after the victory", he pushed forward and said, "202, the door may be a little bad, you just close it harder and use less water and electricity."

The two of them walked out of the guest house without saying a word, but as soon as they walked out and saw the surrounding scene, the two of them were a little nervous.

I don't know why, in this mountain, they feel the cold they haven't felt for a long time.

The two got into the RV, lit the fire, and felt cold.

"This place, strange, there shouldn't be a village in this place, shouldn't our map be updated?"

The man said to the woman, who shook her head, looking around worriedly.

They are excellent bloggers in the RV tourism category on the whole network, and they usually live by their accounts, although they have seen many scenes in the north and south, but today is the first time they have seen this situation.

The main thing is this village, it shouldn't exist, they should park in the county tonight, but who knows, their car problems are frequent.

Don't be "stranded" here.

They need a place to recharge.

"Today we live in the park, but we don't have enough diesel, and a couple of big chargers are dead."

They plan to sleep in the car tonight.

I charge it in room 202 and don't plan to take a shower anymore.

"Tonight, I don't think we should sleep too deeply, you sleep first, I'll be awake, and tomorrow morning, we'll leave, and then you drive, and I'll make up for sleep."

The man said, and the woman nodded, "Okay, I'll see it!"

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Window peek out in the middle of the night