Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Xiao Shu's body was still twitching.

The blood flowed down from the open wound of the neck, poured on the forehead of "Zaiyue Ke", and then divided into two streams and flowed from the corners of the eyes. In the jagged light and shadow, it was as if the gods shed blood and tears.

Click~chao.

The fragmented and dense cracking sound indicated that some terrifying change had arrived.

First, the white light was released, and the stench filled the hall.

Then, the remaining reliefs in the hall were peeling off, rubble, smoke and dust filled.

In the end, "Ningyue Ke" finally disintegrated into dust and opened the sealed hole, so densely packed "nematodes" gushed out of it and swallowed Xiao Shu in a flash.

The monster is already out of trouble, and there is only one choice left in front of everyone: run!

They crossed the stone steps.

The "fleece blanket" on the stone steps grew wildly, even crossing the threshold and spreading into the temple. Stepping on it is like stepping into semi-solidified glue.

They fled into the village.

The "dead" villages were "resurrected". First, every household listened to laughter and laughter, then the rotten door opened, and a bunch of humanoids glued together by colorful mold came out. They danced weird dances, sang unintelligible songs, and surrounded the crowd with enthusiasm, as if they were inviting them to the festival.

The crowd screamed and pushed them away, all the way to the cable bridge.

The torrent of the underground river under the bridge raged for some reason for some reason, and the terrifying roar reverberated in the cave. Everyone did not dare to look down, as if they would fall and fall into the torrent, hit the protruding rock, and the body was torn apart.

After trembling through the cable bridge, he finally reached the entrance of the tunnel, but couldn't go any further-the monsters that had disappeared blocked the only exit, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net.

"It's over." Zeng Guangwen was desperate.

"We fought it." Wang Zhongmin cried.

But the last flashlight finally ran out of power, the light quickly dimmed, and the cold and humid darkness surrounded it, extinguishing the last remaining courage.

Everyone waited in despair.

Sudden.

A firelight was reflected in the tunnel, and then, a huge fireball flew out of the tunnel and collided with the monster and rolled several times. The firelight burst out with blue light, crisscrossing and cutting the monster into pieces.

Then someone jumped out of the fire, and shook his backhand. The fireball turned out to be a tarp covered with oil. He shook it open in the air and took all the monster's bits and pieces in, and then threw it to a high place where there was no stagnant water. combustion.

Then he turned around. He was a young man with sharp eyebrows. Who else could he be if he wasn't Li Changan?

…………

Time moves forward.

The mold that grew wildly due to the abnormal changes made the mountain village even more sinister.

For every second of staying, there is an extra risk of becoming a hotbed of mold.

But at any rate the monsters were solved, and the mold on his arms did not penetrate the raincoat and penetrated into the skin. Li Changan hurried back, while concentrating on communicating with the dog charms left in the house, and then got a natural result—everyone It's gone!

The next journey back is difficult and dangerous.

Mold grows wantonly, and the colorful hyphae almost flooded the village. Li Changan saw it more than once, mice and birds that were too late to escape were wrapped in the hyphae, and they turned into mummified corpses in no time.

He had to use the "Jiama" to pick up the submerged roof ridge and fly, and occasionally, he had to use the only remaining charms to burn the place of his footing.

When he finally returned.

The fire on the beams of the house had been extinguished by the rain, and what was left to him was the intact "Talisman Circle" on the ground and a basket of Molotov cocktails that survived next to him.

He sacrificed to Chonglongyu and traced the scent left by the people when he was a child, only to find a scent of Ms. Zi's shampoo mixed in.

…………

Time goes back to now.

Tunnel entrance.

Li Changan started to ask:

"Where is Xiao Shu?"

The joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe was suddenly dismayed, and with Yi Baohua's desperate appearance, Li Changan had guessed that he was inseparable.

"I see."

He sighed.

"Now is not the time to be sad, we have to get out of here quickly."

Wang Zhongmin agreed immediately. He didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a second, but when he stepped into the tunnel, he was caught by Li Changan.

"I can't walk here, it's more ruthless outside!"

Wang Zhongmin was at a loss.

But isn't the one who just got out of trouble the most ruthless one?

Of course Li Changan knows.

He ventured down the cave to save people, not to die, of course he had a plan.

But now there is no time for nonsense.

"follow me."

Instead, he headed towards the depths of the cave.

…………

When everyone returned to the dark river.

The village on the opposite bank has been shrouded in a hazy white light. In the blur, you can see many gorgeously-dressed men and women bowing to the ground in the sky, wearing shining spirits. The pious chanting sound came in curls, and it was not true to the content, but it was only very pleasing to the ear, and there was a burst of sweetness, which made people drunk and wanted to...

"wake up!"

Professor Shao was shocked.

Looking at the village again, there are no men and women, just a bunch of molds glued into a human form; no gods, in the depths of the white light, there are just crowds of "nematodes".

And the sweet smell in the nose became extremely foul.

He was in a trance to remember that Li Changan had mentioned it.

Corpse gas.

I couldn't help but retching a few times, didn't dare to look again, turned my head quickly-the place where I came was brightly colored under the faint white light. He suspected that he was dazzled, rubbed his face, and looked at it carefully. It turned out that there was dense mold under the stain!

He probably understood what Li Changan was talking about "more ruthless".

His complexion was bleak for a moment, and he muttered to himself:

"It's over, it's over."

There are wolves before and tigers behind. Isn't it a desperate situation and a desperate situation?

"Do not!"

Li Changan spoke suddenly.

"We still have a way out!"

He pointed to the dark river rushing at his feet.

Everyone was stunned.

…………

Fortunately, the "mold" or these things that look like mold will not spread with the water, giving the archaeological team the last chance to escape.

Li Changan untied the objects he carried on his body with the cave: a bundle of ropes and a large package.

He first stuffed the package into Zeng Guangwen's arms.

"Take it steady."

Then while taking the rope to make everyone fasten from the waist, he explained:

"Remember the legend of Azhi? How did he get to the residence of the mountain god? A tunnel during the drought, which is the dark river at our feet."

At first glance, the truth makes sense. According to legend, we will go out no matter how Azhi gets in.

But one has no kayaking, two has no life jacket, three has not explored the route, and still has to play underground river rafting in such a turbulent, dark river. What is the difference between this and death? !

Professor Shao's scalp numb: "Wait..."

"Can't wait."

Li Changan pointed to the village on the shore, and the light was expanding rapidly, engulfing one after another kneeling human figures; pointing to the back, the colorful and rapid spread, almost reaching to his feet.

"But..." Wang Zhongmin's mouth was dry, "I can't swim!"

Li Changan patted several yellow symbols into their collars one by one.

"Tighten it. Water magic talisman, avoiding water."

"But the current is so fast." Zeng Guangwen was sweating profusely, "Even if I could get out, people would have crashed into each other long ago."

Li Changan took out a few more magic charms.

"Wooden talisman, for the body."

"But……"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The Taoist priest snatched the package back and kicked it over.

He rolled into the torrent in a high-pitched scream.

Subsequently, the ropes connected to each other pulled Yi Baohua, Wang Zhongmin, and Professor Shao one by one down the dark river, and finally Li Changan was left.

He struggled to throw the package he had brought high, and then let the rope pull himself into the dark river.

The moment of falling into the rapids.

The dazzling and full-bodied white light fills the field of vision, and you can faintly see many graceful figures dancing in the light, as if there is a wonderful country hidden in the light, which has already opened the door, and welcomes mortals to abandon the world's suffering and live in it.

The Taoist priest braced his neck in the water, laughing and cursing:

"Pooh!"

"evildoer!"

"Pretend to be a fool."

"Who doesn't know that there is a pile of moldy human bones under your phantom!"

Report with the **** unceremoniously.

At the same time.

The thrown package fell, and the outside cloth fell loose to reveal its true face. It was originally a bunch of Molotov cocktails and yellow paper talisman tied together.

The Taoist laughter echoed in the cave.

"Hurry as a law!"

In an instant.

The paper talisman touched the fuel bottle, which detonated the corpse gas again.

boom! ! !

The white light was swallowed by the fire light.

The sound of the explosion shook the belly of the mountain, and the rubble fell randomly.

Li Changan's eyes were dark.

Was drawn into the depths of the dark river by the rapids.