Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Vol 4 Chapter 11: Corpse

The underground is still the same.

Slippery tunnels, dark and empty caves, surging underground rivers and dead villages.

certainly.

There is also a moldy smell that seems eternal.

After the novelty, everything was physically uncomfortable, but Professor Shao didn't seem to be aware of it at all. Once he arrived, he went to work with energy.

The collection of fragments of the mural was detailed and cumbersome, and Wang Zhongmin stayed to help him.

Taoist priests repeatedly exhorted to pay attention to safety at all times. Once there was any signs of danger, he should be notified immediately, and then he stepped onto the stone steps leading to the divine hall.

The stone steps are like an uninhabited village, covered with a thick layer of mildew. At first glance, they look like a messy carpet, but once they are stepped on, they look like spoiled butter.

Makes the soles of the feet slippery and greasy in the heart.

Fortunately.

For some reason, the more you step up, the more sparse mold becomes.

Until the "fungus blanket" was completely gone, he had already stepped into the door of the hall.

Li Changan raised the flashlight and pierced the darkness.

Heyheke waited silently in the depths of the temple.

…

In fact, the Taoist priest went to the cave this time not only for Professor Shao's murals, but he also had a new idea he wanted to verify.

He flipped through the Fulu booklet last night.

There is a page about how to make a contract with mountain spirits and wild monsters, and use their abilities to make talisman.

In fact, this is not a rare thing. The folk dharma lineage seems to be such as cultivating horse immortals, raising little ghosts, and worshipping the five sects.

However, in addition to combining her own rich practical experience, Yu Zhenren talked about how to coax and threaten beforehand, how to restrain and turn her face afterwards, and also focused on how to abduct... and make friends with new born mountain spirits, water spirits, forest charms, and wild gods. The spirits are inherently sacred, but they are often ignorant and spiritual.

If you want to make a contract, the difficulty lies in how to communicate.

The Taoist thought suddenly.

Is there a trace of divinity remaining in the deity that has been worshipped with "Ah Ah Ke"? Is it just too weak to be obliterated by time, so it is difficult to detect?

If true.

Ordinary sorcerers may not be able to communicate with the remnant spirits even if they use Yu Zhenren's methods, but don't forget that Taoist priests have "exorcism" changes.

…

In the temple.

Li Changan's fingertips touched the cold, hard surface of the idol.

Ning heart calmly, mobilize Yuanling.

After a moment of trance.

All the senses of sight, touch, smell, and hearing are discarded.

I seem to be standing on the surface of dark and dull water, and the ripples under my feet are occasional feelings.

His mind moved again.

Man immediately sank and fell into a more ignorant world.

The Taoist priests were not hurried and eager, but drifted freely in this "deep sea" with a little inspiration.

I don't know if it is short or after a long time.

It really made him find a faint divinity.

But this strand of divinity seemed to always avoid him, and after repeated pursuits, only Li Changan caught a lingering rhyme.

Huh?

Taoist priests originally thought that the divinity of "Ah Ah Ke" should be "saving hardships and save lives", or simply a fierce god, but what he felt from the aftermath was the meaning of "suppression"?

What to suppress?

disease? bitter? die? Disabled?

Li Changan was not familiar with business, and his brief surprise almost disturbed his state of mind. Although he reacted in time and stabilized his psychic state, he let the divine nature slip away without a trace.

He is about to spend time searching again.

Suddenly.

Something in the chaos shines brightly, shining through this dark "sea of perception".

It is the divinity of that 啖吔咦ke.

At this moment, instead of continuing to hide, it actively manifests its existence.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

In the dim.

Li Changan raised his eyebrows.

Is something happening again?

...

Xiangtang.

The light was red, the wind was sobbing, and the magic cards were shaking and clinking at the altar, like a group of old ghosts singing and singing.

bump!

The coffin jumped again for no reason.

Next to him, Zeng Guangwen paled and staggered back a few steps.

At this time.

Instead, a smaller figure rushed up.

He put his arms around and pressed his body, his hoarse voice eagerly shouted:

"Hurry up! Don't let it out!"

The two big men just woke up like a dream.

Yi Baohua took the lead, learning the appearance of Xiao Shu, using his body to resist the beating coffin lid; Zeng Guangwen trembled. Then, when he pulled out the nail just now, he moved sharply, but the nail could not stop shaking. After turning the hammer four times, he couldn't get the correct position. On the contrary, the lid of the coffin shook faster and faster. He was anxious and afraid, and tears were about to burst out.

boom!

There was another muffled noise.

There was a sudden shock in the coffin, and Xiao Shu couldn't hold it down, and the gap in the coffin widened again.

He took a look inside.

In the black hole, there seemed to be a pair of eyes.

"Ahhh~"

Zeng Guangwen snarled in horror, turned his face, and smashed it with a hammer.

This time it seemed to be of great help. After a period of "ping-pong-pong", the hammer swelled his five fingers, and somehow he smashed all the nails into the lid of the coffin.

After some action, the courage of the three was finally exhausted.

Tremblingly retreated to the door.

Xiao Shu and Yi Baohua hugged each other tightly, leaving Zeng Guangwen curled up lonely, looking at his own "fruits of labor". The seven long iron nails were crookedly embedded in the wood, and they didn't know that they were firmly nailed. No?

But the coffin was silent for a while.

Zeng Guangwen's voice was dry and dumb, and his voice was like sand stuck in gears.

"Should it not come out?"

No one answered, and there was no way to answer.

Before you know it, the sky is completely closed, leaving only a little afterglow wandering in the yard.

Weeping in the wind and rain.

A palm quietly protruded from the gap in the coffin and gave a silent reply.

…

Zeng Guangwen half kneeled on the ground.

Sweat silted a piece of wood on the board.

He gasped, his mind blank.

But that picture is deeply imprinted in my mind, and it is always lingering:

It's like an epiphany.

The pale palms bloomed on the coffin.

It grows continuously from the wide gap of the finger.

First, the palms, then the elbows and shoulders, and then the stretched ribs, spine and organs.

And then.

It is the head and the beautiful pair of Danfeng eyes.

What's next?

Zeng Guangwen was blank in his mind and couldn't remember clearly.

It seems to be screaming.

It's fleeing.

After a fall, the glasses flew to nowhere, and the world became more chaotic.

Until now.

It seemed that everything had disappeared, except for the sobbing wind and rain, the courtyard was silent again.

What about it? How about Yi Baohua? Where's Xiao Shu?

It's a pity that he can't see clearly without his glasses.

Zeng Guangwen's sad discovery, let alone dominate his own destiny, even if he wants to see his situation clearly, he can't do it.

at this time.

"Crunch."

There is a soft noise in the ear.

It was the sound of something stepping on the corridor plank.

Zeng Guangwen was already a frightened bird, and suddenly a spirit jumped up, his hands groping around in the confused world.

However.

wall.

Still the wall.

He finally realized that he had plunged himself into a dead end.

At the same time.

The "creaking" sound is getting heavier, getting closer and closer, getting more and more urgent, something is approaching itself!

He turned his head back abruptly.

A vague shadow is close at hand!

There is nowhere to escape.

After the horror, anger spontaneously arises.

Zeng Guangwen suddenly let out a cry that didn't sound like a human voice, slamming his nose and tears, and slammed into the group of shadows.

Both sides immediately fell to the ground, plunged into the stagnant water, and rolled into a ball.

He fumbled to about the neck, and pinched both hands desperately.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

"Cough, cough, let go."

"You don't want me to live!"

"I am Yi Baohua."

"I also let you...Huh?"

He pressed his face up and "touched" his eyes on the opponent's face.

It's really Yi Baohua.

Get up awkwardly, pull the other person up, and talk about something.

Yi Baohua suddenly grabbed him.

"Run."

The voice trembled.

"It's coming!"

…

Next.

It was another desperate run.

But the sky was gloomy, and Zeng Guangwen was blind again. Not surprisingly, he stumbled on something under his feet, staggered a few steps, and still threw himself to the ground.

He yanked his hands indiscriminately a few times.

He even found his own glasses for a familiar object.

He quickly got up and put his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Yu Guang saw a figure standing beside him and grabbed the opponent's hand without hesitation.

"go!"

The figure did not move.

Zeng Guangwen's heart fell sharply.

Because that hand is... as cold as ice.

…

Canhui is still coiling around in the yard.

Although one of the two lenses of the glasses is missing, the other is also full of cracks.

But through it, you can still see clearly that you have returned to the entrance of Xiangtang.

And just turning your head a little bit, you can see who is next to him.

But Zeng Guangwen's courage seemed to have been vented with anger.

"Epro, Baohua?"

His tongue is stubborn.