Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The heavy rain flooded and the village was soaked in the water.

But in a place that should have been submerged into a pond, there was no standing water.

In front of the tunnel entrance.

The city gate-like stone gate remained tightly closed, but the gap at the foot of the gate was exposed to everyone's sight. The stone mill that was originally moved to block it fell to one side, and the wind and rain flowed unimpeded.

Li Changan jumped down and found new scratches on the edge of the gap, and a faint smell of blood still remained.

You can imagine this scene:

The rickety old man jumped into the cold water and desperately removed the heavy stone mill under the water, exposing the broken stone door.

However, he had no spare energy to remove the same heavy door bolt, and could only choose the narrow gap, the gap that the dead Ma Chunhua had penetrated.

But Ma Chunhua is a slender woman. Although he is thin, he is still a man with a large skeleton.

Therefore, the sharp and hard stone edges scratched the clothes and grind the flesh, and the bones all over the body crunched under the squeeze.

He twisted his body a little bit and endured the pain a little bit.

finally.

Drilled into the dark and deep hole.

…

Li Changan shook his head, Professor Shao's mental state was really suspicious.

look back.

Everyone who came with him looked ugly, and Yi Baohua held a walkie-talkie with anxious faces and kept calling.

"Professor, don't do stupid things, please answer if you receive it."

He had previously discovered that there was one short walkie-talkie in the room, and insisted that Professor Shao had taken it away.

It's a pity that several calls were the same as now, but the mud cow entered the sea, but there was no response.

The Taoist priest did not report his expectations, and greeted Wang Zhongmin, took off the door bolt together, and pushed the stone gate open.

At this moment.

The walkie-talkie sounded an unstable "sizzle" sound.

Professor Shao?

Everyone's eyes gathered at once.

a long time.

Accompanied by distortion.

"I may be crazy."

…

As always, the tunnel was cramped, dark, slippery and stuffy.

The Taoist priest stepped down alone.

Soon, a fresh scratch was found on the rotting moss on the stone wall.

It looks like.

Someone stumbled and fell, hurriedly trying to grasp the traces left by the stone wall with his hands.

The Taoist thought for a while, and simply went on "slip".

On the other side, on the walkie-talkie, Yi Baohua is trying to stabilize Professor Shao.

"Professor, you are not crazy. You are just...just in a hurry. I know you value this archaeology, but it is indeed a bit more dangerous. We can change the time, next time, bring more manpower and more equipment to update. Good development."

"Time? Ha~ (long sigh) Yes, I have no time. Do you know why I suddenly quit smoking before? Because cancer, lung cancer, and advanced stages were detected. Baohua, Chunhua and Guangwen, I know that you are all listening. You also know that I have no children and my wife has passed away a long time ago. There is nothing to miss in this world, but the only "returning soul sand"! I have been chasing it for most of my life. Now, I just I'm going to die, but before I die, I want to take a look, just take a look, no matter what it is!"

Li Changan slid out of the tunnel and went down to the karst cave.

The wide and dark underground world in front of me was filled with the sound of "crushing", and it was a dark river surging ahead.

Follow the sound.

The Taoist priest quickly arrived at the cable bridge.

However, the chain bridge that has gone through for a hundred years has now broken and fell into the rapids under the bridge, apparently by Professor Shao's hands and feet.

Perhaps, as he said, he just wanted to take a look at the true face of the legend hidden in the dark, and had no extravagant expectations, including his own life.

Li Changan took out two paper horses and stuck them on his legs.

This is a magical horse, famous, popular and practical. There is no reason for Yu Zhenren not to record it in the booklet.

He stepped back dozens of steps, strode up and leaped, and landed heavily on the other side.

"We know what you mean, and we won’t object, but don’t forget, we are your students. You can’t leave us behind with such an important research achievement. Wait a minute, we will come over and increase. The rising knowledge will also give you a hand."

"Haha, you slippery! You are right, but I'm sorry, I can't wait because I can't wait for inspiration! Have you ever felt this way? It's like the chaotic sky exploded the sky with stars, thinking kept shining, All the questions are no longer questions, almost no need to think, and the answers emerge on their own! Do you know how long it took me to put together those two murals? One hour! It seems... I don’t need to do it at all, I already know what the murals look like. This is inspiration, it's fleeting, so I have to grasp it, and I can't wait for an hour, a minute, or a second!"

The Taoist priest crossed the dark river and stepped into the village.

Just as lifeless in the decay as in the past, the doors of some houses that were originally closed are left open, giving people the illusion that "it" had come alive for a short time.

Professor Shao once warned everyone not to disturb everything in the village so as not to cause unnecessary damage, but apparently, he violated this rule himself and he entered these houses.

What did he do?

Now is not the time to delve into it.

"Professor! How dare you be sure that your so-called inspiration is not the enchantment of some ghost! Besides, it is not certain whether the things hidden underground are "returning sand"."

"of course!"

"Didn't Dai An put the evidence before our eyes?"

"Living dead, fleshy bones! Living dead, fleshy bones! Not a soul-returning sand, what is it?!"

The depths of the underground shrine.

啖吔咦ke coldly looked down.

Professor Shao was holding the walkie-talkie, and the flashlight was reflected on his face, showing bloodshot eyes and a slightly mad look.

"A dead man! It's resurrected!"

Suddenly.

Behind.

"Do you call that resurrection?"

The old man's shoulders shrugged suddenly, and then slowly relaxed.

He slowly turned around, rubbed his face, and forced a smile.

"You came."

"Mr. Li, or call it Dao Chang Li?"

"It's arbitrary, just a title."

Li Changan raised his flashlight and swept past Professor Shao who was embarrassed but excited, swept across the silent idol behind him, swept across the gorgeous carvings all over the hall... and finally settled on the ground between the two.

There are a few strange utensils scattered on the ground, which should have been collected from underground villages, but the dead animals such as mice, snakes, and bats in the utensils, but he did not know where he got them.

The corpses were dry, the blood was wringed out, painted, and a weird pattern was drawn on the ground-the same as the ritual pattern on the mural.

Li Changan is keenly aware that there is a more murky energy circulating around him, which is different from aura.

Intuition tells him.

I'm afraid it's already a step late.

On the opposite side, Professor Shao has already answered Li Changan's previous question.

"Of course it is a resurrection, but it is not a complete resurrection."

"Because Ma Chunhua's ceremony lacks the last and most important link."

"Open the door of the gods!"

"So, she resurrected Dai'an's body, but did not resurrect his soul. As a result, she became what you saw—a monster."

Li Changan did not pay attention to Professor Shao's words at all.

He will just step into the divine hall.

Click~

Slight cracking sound.

Dust and a few pieces of rubble fell on his side.

At the same time, a hidden but ubiquitous sense of threat suddenly arose.

There are countless invisible needles hidden in the air.

The hair is creepy.

But I don't know where it came from.

The Taoist priest was vigilant while carrying a talisman, while casually replied:

"She is wrong, so you must be right?"

"Of course I am right." Professor Shao blurted out anxiously, his face flushed a bit, "Because I have already solved the secret of'Ah Ah Ke'!"

Professor Shao’s expression became more excited, but as his tone of voice rose, the crackling sound of "Ka Ka" in the hall became more and more intense, and the dust and gravel were rustling down—the hall was collapsing!

He still didn't care at all, and declared his discovery in a dance.

"What the **** is it? For many years, I haven't figured it out. Because you can't find a similar name after going through the bibliography. Even, it doesn't conform to the local people's naming convention for indigenous gods."

"Until I saw this idol, its appearance, its costumes, his posture..."

The collapse of the Shentang worsened, large reliefs on the wall peeled off one after another, and even a stone pillar fell down, hitting Professor Shao’s feet, and smashed to pieces.

He did not squint.

"Obviously it has the style of the Tibetan tantric guardian deity, but the name of the god'Ayak Ek' is also not in line with the tantric customs."

"But last night, I suddenly woke up."

"Hey Ahe Ke may not be a **** name at all, it is a secret spell!"

"Ashamed, my research in this area is not deep, but it is enough to speculate on the true meaning of ‘Ah Ah Ke’."

The shrine continued to collapse, and finally spread to the deity of ‘Ah Ah Ke’, cracks gradually covered the stone statue, and finally collapsed.

The huge head rolled to the ground, the body was scattered into sand, revealing the pure white portal hidden behind the idol, and a faint white light emerged in the darkness.

Professor Shao was bathed in this radiance, and he opened his arms like a new-born **** on the cloud.

"Saving hard work!"