Lin Feng had eliminated a hidden disaster with astonishing ease.
It seemed rather anticlimactic.
But Lin Feng understood.
It only seemed anticlimactic because he had treated the symptoms.
The matter was nowhere near over.
This whole affair.
There was the surface, and then there was what lay beneath.
Lin Feng had dealt with the symptoms. The archaeological team and rescue workers seemed to be fine now.
But the true cause of those symptoms still stood undisturbed in the Western Hunan Mountains.
Completely unshaken.
Unless the problem in the Western Hunan Mountains was eliminated, incidents like the archaeological team's would only become more frequent.
Without addressing the root cause,
the symptoms could recur at any time.
Having dealt with the symptoms, Lin Feng meditated in the Express Hotel.
He left the lights off as Moonlight Essence and wind poured into his body.
He did not know how many things had emerged from the Western Hunan Mountains.
For now, one Shaman skilled in witchcraft and gu sorcery had been taken care of.
He had died so quickly because they were using essentially the same kind of power.
The difference was that Lin Feng, both a giver and a recipient of sacrifices, ranked far above that Shaman.
That Shaman seemed to be an inheritor of Chu Fu's Cursecraft.
He harmed people through a Medium.
Lin Feng did something similar, receiving offerings through a Medium.
That brought up a very important point: in the past, anything offered to a god had to be "clean."
This cleanliness did not merely refer to its mundane meaning. More importantly, the offering could not have any "ties" on a higher level.
When offerings were made to a Deity, devotion on a higher level could be detected.
If even the slightest clue revealed an offering's higher-level ties, the ensuing