Professor Han's disappearance was shrouded in mystery. Even seasoned local veterans found it a headache.
The courtyard house in Fog City.
Lin Feng inserted incense into the Wood Guest.
He sealed the room.
Its rich, mellow fragrance was imprisoned within the room by the wind, unable to escape.
Lin Feng inhaled the Ritual Incense.
It nourished his soul.
It was not yet time for a sacrifice. Lin Feng had not found a truly excellent offering.
Unless he was willing to redeem precious materials to use in the ritual.
Ritual Incense could serve as the main offering.
But supplementary offerings would improve the effect.
From the new game about to begin, Lin Feng could sense that he would encounter something Uncanny again.
The same old story: a new game always brought a new situation.
Last time, it had been the Li Family Ancestral Hall.
This time, he could accept anything, so long as it was not some eerie coffin from the Yellow River.
Who knew what might float out of the Mother River?
If a bronze coffin happened to appear...
Lin Feng would feel numb from his heels to the back of his head.
He planned to see how things went. If there really was something Uncanny, he would sacrifice it.
Twice the results for half the effort.
At that thought, he raised his head to examine the Wood Guest before him. The once-vigorous Wood Guest could no longer "come back to life."
Lin Feng had turned all of his vital essence, energy, and spirit into Ritual Incense and inhaled it into his soul.
Amid the curling incense smoke, the bronze patterns on Lin Feng's body faintly reappeared.
They made Lin Feng frown.
He had no idea why.
He also needed to properly deal with his Dragon-Tiger Qi.
The brothers around