Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

This thing is by no means a zombie.

Its dismembered body did not shed any blood, but gave birth to countless thin white silks that looked like roots.

Entangled and **** with each other.

Across the raincoat, Li Changan could clearly perceive the struggle of his subordinates intensified.

A moment ago, it was cut to pieces.

In the next moment, these stumps and broken arms will quickly merge into a new monster!

Immeasurable Tianzun.

What the **** is this? !

The Taoist's eyes swept left and right.

Seeing Ma Chunhua's coffin beside him. The coffin was lifted when it converged on the body.

His mind moved.

He hurriedly gave up the body, pushed open the lid of the coffin, and said "offend".

Then he kicked off a supporting bench under the coffin, took advantage of the coffin roll and fell, gritted his teeth, and lifted it forcefully.

As a result, the black coffin tumbled to the ground, splashing with water, and buckling the walking corpse inside.

After doing all this, Li Changan still didn't dare to be careless.

He stared at the coffin.

really.

Not long.

The coffin shook suddenly and jumped up briefly.

Obviously the stuff inside has taken shape, and I want to get out of trouble.

How can I make it happen? !

The Taoist stepped up to the coffin, lowered his waist, and forced it back.

At this time, the people at the door mustered up their courage again from nowhere, and shouted to come over and build the Arhat together.

"Stand back, don't come over."

He hurriedly stopped, then raised his hand, two more yellow symbols appeared in his hand.

This is the "Four Spirit Talisman" recorded in the chapter of Fuluo's booklet talking about borrowing the power of heaven and earth.

A piece of "Wood Spirit" is pasted on the coffin.

A "Fire Spirit" got into the hall.

Taoist pinch with both hands.

"Looking at the true mystery, Huan Ying Dantian. Zhu Feng is flying, and the red mist is thick. The corpse of the evil demon is filthy, and the ashes become smoke. Listen to my call, and quickly drop the true spirit."

"Hurry as a law."

Let the law go!

The thick wood coffin suddenly bounced more than ten centimeters, and then fell heavily. It sank in the cracks in the water and spewed out a green tongue of fire, licked the cold water and sizzled, and white smoke spread out.

At the same time.

boom! boom! boom!

There was a series of crashing noises in the coffin, once anxiously, and then once again harder, and the coffin swayed and undulated, like a canoe in the raging waves.

But Li Changan just sat still, pressed the coffin, and continued to chant mantras.

Until the water in the whole house was boiled, the smoke filled the old house.

The coffin finally stopped moving.

Black ashes seeped from under the coffin and slowly spread in the water.

Li Changan jumped down and uncovered the talisman paper.

The unbearable coffin finally fell apart, revealing the two bones embracing in the sewage.

…………

"You are the legendary dragon group?"

"no."

"Does people really become ghosts when they die?"

"Can."

"The goddess of the village said that my backache and cold limbs were caused by the Fengshui problem of my ancestral tomb. Is it true?"

"I suggest you see a doctor."

...

In the room, everyone formed a small circle, and the untuned questions rained down.

Li Changan answered a few words patiently, and finally couldn't bear it, and slapped the table.

"enough!"

Now that there are monsters that have returned from the dead, Li Changan no longer has to follow the principle of confidentiality of the mission and tell everyone what he knows.

Then it's the current situation.

Li Changan understood that who had lived safely for most of his life, and then one day he was suddenly confused by supernatural things, and he had to be confused for a while.

but……

"Now is not the time to gossip, what should we do next? Let's make up our minds."

When it came to business, the room fell silent.

Isn't the flustered speech not anxious.

After a long time, someone hesitated to speak.

"Dai...is that thing a zombie?"

Li Changan told the truth: "I don't know."

"Will that kind of monster still appear in the village?"

Li Changan still said, "I don't know."

There was a deeper silence in the field

In fact, everyone is not stupid. The current situation is clear at a glance. If you continue to stay in the village, there is a high probability that there will be danger, but if you want to leave...

Several people looked at each other.

Professor Shao seems to have been hollowed out by successive changes, becoming more and more old; Xiao Shu's complexion is pale and often in a trance; Yi Baohua hangs his arms, and the wound was affected by the previous escape, and now the gauze is still red; Zeng Guangwen's glasses are broken. The tatters hung on his face, and he was half blind.

That is why Wang Zhongmin and Li Chang'an are active and healthy.

Such a group of old, weak and sick, braving heavy rain, trekking through dozens of miles of old mountain roads?

"If you stay and wait for rescue..."

"It should have come long ago, I suspect something has happened in the town."

These words pierced everyone's last fluke.

After another embarrassing silence.

Wang Zhongmin, who had finished smoking the last cigarette butt, stomped fiercely.

"Then go!"

"I have walked the old mountain road for decades, where I can take a detour, where I can hide from the rain, I know exactly!"

With the beginning of him, the remaining few are also spared.

"Let's go! What if you don't have glasses? You can't see clearly after such a heavy rain."

"Yes. I hurt my hands, not my feet."

Even Xiao Shu nodded a few times in a daze.

Only Professor Shao, he seems to have not been relieved from the "resurrection" of the corpse, he has always been absent-minded.

The students called him several times.

He suddenly came back to his senses.

"Go? Oh, yes, yes. It should be like this, ok..."

He paused.

"Leave tomorrow morning."

…………

The next day.

As soon as it was dark, everyone got up and started to work.

Pack your bags and prepare your meals.

Li Changan is also seizing the time to enter Ding to restore mana.

It's not that he is lazy, but since last night, he has been repeating, entering Ding, making talisman, then entering Ding, making talisman... Do as much preparation as possible.

More than an hour passed.

He finally ended his concentration, and his body, spirit, and mana barely recovered 60 to 70%.

Go out.

The thick clouds are pressing on the top of the head, but the rain is less, which is good news.

Everyone was piled up in the kitchen, and Li Changan glanced, and one was missing.

Find Zeng Guangwen.

"What about Professor Shao?"

When the thing happened yesterday, in order to prevent accidents, there were two people in a room.

"The professor cleaned up the mural fragments last night. He was busy all night, and only lay down this morning. I saw his hard work, so I didn't bother him."

Yi Baohua knew that his eyes were bad.

"I'll wake up the professor."

But for a while.

Yi Baohua's panicked voice sounded upstairs.

"The professor is gone!"

...

Inside Professor Shao's room.

"I clearly saw him in bed in the morning."

"Where is anyone?" He opened the quilt, and there was only a backpack lying in it, "Are you blind?!"

"I'm blind."

Yi Baohua and Zeng Guangwen jumped anxiously.

"Don't quarrel." Xiao Shu was particularly fragile, tears were already in his eyes.

"Now is not the time to quarrel." Wang Zhongmin also began to persuade, "Let's first figure out where Professor Shao is now? Just in case..."

In case, he didn't say anything, but everyone couldn't help but shudder, and looked at their last expectation.

Li Changan squatted on the side of the bed and checked for a while.

There are no signs of fighting.

In other words, Professor Shao left "voluntarily". It was raining heavily, and no one heard the movement and it was normal. But the question is, why did he hide his whereabouts? Where did it go?

The Taoist stood up and walked back and forth in the house for a few steps.

A large oilcloth was found in the corner of the house.

He remembered that the mural fragments brought up from the ground were placed here.

Open.

Two sets of murals are covered under the tarp.

Yi Baohua blurted out.

"impossible!"

It's really impossible.

The patterns of the fragments are blurred, and the edges of each piece are weathered and worn. The stitching work is extremely cumbersome. It took several days of the archaeological team to put together three murals.

Professor Shao can finish the remaining two pairs in one night?

This is very illogical.

Li Changan frowned and looked at the mural.

A picture that corresponds to the "Azhi story": The villagers rely on "sacred blood" to build a prosperous village in the mountains, without farming or animal husbandry, and everyone enjoys a prosperous life. At the same time, the "sacred blood" is used less and less, and the crisis is looming.

But in the last one, the content is completely different from "Azhi's Story".

In the story, the villagers rebelled and chopped off Azhi's head, causing the mountain **** to be angry and destroy the village.

But in this mural, after the "sacred blood" was exhausted, it was Azhi who left the village with the villagers and came to the cave of the mountain god. They offered sacrifices in the ceremony, and the mountain **** appeared from the darkness, opened the pure white door, and guided the villagers into his world.

Li Changan stared at the ceremony. The murals were vaguely expressed, but they had a weird attraction.

It's like a whirlpool.

The spirit of the person who is unfortunately witnessed is drawn in, stretched, chopped, and chewed, making people tremble and nauseous from the depths of the soul.

"Brother Li?"

The ears called to teach Li Changan to wake up suddenly.

He looked at the picture again, and it was nothing more than a cloud of disgusting whiteness.

Look back.

Facing the crowd or expecting or worrying or doubting.

He exhaled slightly.

"I know where Professor Shao has gone."