Chapter 35

c In the 1970s, Jilin University published a book called "Popular Science of Fungi in the World". Because the book did not sell well, it only printed the front page. On page 142 of the book, it says A kind of strange fungus is recorded in the form of rubbings. That thing is the old face of Huangbai. It is said to be used to summon spirits in the Shiwanda Mountain in Guangxi.

Conjuring souls is something that is taboo among the people, and benevolent people have different opinions. Although I am not a professional Taoist priest, I have seen some things with my own eyes, and I will tell you about them when I have the opportunity.

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Speaking of which, Boss Sun said the word "call for souls" as soon as he opened his mouth. In addition, he was in the tomb now. Everyone who heard this would feel scared, and a mole would naturally do the same.

A mole took two steps back and glared at Boss Sun: "Boss, can you say something auspicious? Don't look at where you are now."

After saying this, everyone stayed away from the fungi on the wood.

At that time, I felt a little strange. The fragrance of nanmu was exuded in this tomb at first, but the wooden mountain made of yellow intestines by the craftsmen of the Western Zhou Dynasty was obviously cypress. The reason why cypress has not rotten for thousands of years is, firstly, because of its nature. Wood has certain anti-corrosion properties, and the second is the anti-corrosion layer painted on it. With these two reasons, it can be explained that wood has not rotten for thousands of years.

Can. . . . . . Where does the fragrance of nanmu come from?

Maybe the coffin of the tomb owner was made of nanmu? I'm a little unsure.

"Let's all search separately. Look for a place where the gaps between the wood are big enough for people to get in. That may be the path left by the craftsmen in the past." Boss Sun looked at us with a torch and said.

The few people were temporarily separated, and each of them was only about six or seven meters away, so they could all see each other.

I held a torch and looked for it in the southwest corner of Mumu Mountain.

"Huh?" I rubbed my eyes vigorously.

I thought I was dazzled, because just now I seemed to see a huddled black figure between the cracks in the wood.

He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look.

There was nothing but wood.

After all, I was still young and not very courageous, so I felt a little frightened and took two steps back involuntarily.

"Third brother, eldest brother," I called twice.

The torch only illuminated a small area in front of me, and it was dark all around.

I called twice, but no one answered me.

Swallowing my saliva, I slowly turned back while holding the torch.