The underground is still the same.
Slippery and narrow tunnels, dark and empty caves, surging underground rivers and dead villages.
certainly.
There is also a musty smell that seems to last forever.
After the novelty wore off, everything made people feel physically uncomfortable, but Professor Shao seemed not to notice at all. As soon as he arrived, he went into work energetically.
The collection of mural fragments was meticulous and cumbersome, so Wang Zhongmin stayed to help him.
The Taoist priest repeatedly told him to pay attention to safety at all times and to notify him immediately if there was any sign of danger. Then, he set foot on the stone steps leading to the temple.
Like an uninhabited village, the stone steps are covered with a thick layer of mold. At first glance, they look like a messy and colorful carpet, but once you step on them, they look like spoiled butter.
It makes the soles of your feet slippery and your heart feels greasy.
Good thing.
For some reason, the further up the stairs, the less likely the mold becomes.
Until the "bacteria blanket" under your feet was completely gone, you had already stepped into the door of the shrine.
Li Changan raised his flashlight and pierced the darkness.
Gee Hee Ke waited silently deep in the temple.
…
The Taoist priest went down to the cave this time not only for Professor Shao's murals, but he also had a new idea he wanted to test.
He flipped through the talisman booklet last night.
One page talks about how to make a pact with mountain elves and wild monsters and borrow their abilities to make talismans.
In fact, this is not a rare thing. In the folk dharma tradition, things like Chuma Xian, Raising Imps, and Worshiping Five Rampant are all of this kind.
But in addition to combining her own rich practical experience, Yu Zhenren talked about how to coax and threaten beforehand, and how to restrain and fall out afterward. She also focused on how to abduct...become new-born mountain spirits, water spirits, forest charms, wild gods, etc. Newborn spirits are born sacred, but they are often ignorant and spiritually weak.
If you want to form a contract, the difficulty lies in how to communicate.
The Taoist suddenly thought.
With the devout worship "喖唔奦ke" has received, is there any trace of divinity left in its statue? Is it just too weak to be detected by time?
If true.
Even if ordinary warlocks use Yu Zhenren's method, it may be difficult to communicate with the remaining spirits, but don't forget that Taoist priests can also "exorcise gods".
…
In the temple.
Li Changan's fingertips lightly touched the cold, hard surface of the statue.
Calm your mind and mobilize your spirit.
After a moment of trance.
All sight, touch, smell, and hearing are abandoned.
It felt like I was standing on a dark, lightless surface of water, and the ripples under my feet occasionally brought up my emotions.
His mind moved again.
The person immediately sank and fell into an even more unconscious world.
The Taoist priest was not in a hurry, but followed some inspiration and wandered freely in this "deep sea".
I don’t know if it will be a short time or a long time.
He really found a faint glimmer of divinity.
But this ray of divinity always seemed to be avoiding him, and after several chases, Li Changan could only catch a trace of it.
Huh?
The Taoist priest originally thought that the divinity of "喖吔啦ke" should be "relieving suffering and rescuing people", or simply a fierce god, but what he felt from the lingering sound was the meaning of "suppression"?
Suppress what?
disease? bitter? die? Disabled?
Li Changan was not familiar with business, and his brief surprise almost disturbed his mood. Although he reacted in time and stabilized his spiritual state, his divine nature took the opportunity to slip away without a trace.
He was about to search again.
Suddenly.
Something shines brightly in the chaos, illuminating this dark "sea of consciousness".
It is the divinity of the 喖唔啦参.
At this moment, instead of continuing to hide, it actively manifests its existence.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
In the dark.
Li Changan raised his eyebrows.
Could something happen again?
…………
Enjoy the hall.
The light was bright red, the wind was whining, and the sacred cards were shaking and clinking on the altar table, as if a group of old ghosts were singing beside them.
bump!
The coffin jumped again for no reason.
Next to him, Zeng Guangwen looked pale and staggered back a few steps.
At this time.
Instead, a smaller figure rushed forward.
He hugged him with his arms, pressed him down with his body, and shouted urgently with a hoarse voice:
"Hurry! Don't let it come out!"
Only then did the two grown men wake up from a dream.
Yi Baohua was the first to pounce on him, imitating Xiao Shu's behavior, and couldn't resist the beating coffin lid with his body; Zeng Guangwen shivered and then, when he pulled out the nails just now, he moved neatly, but now he couldn't stop trembling while driving the nails. He turned the hammer four times but couldn't find the right position. Instead, the coffin lid shook faster and faster. He was anxious and scared, and almost burst into tears.
boom!
There was another muffled sound.
There was a violent shock in the coffin. Xiao Shu and Xiao Shu couldn't suppress it, and the gap in the coffin widened again.
He glanced inside by accident.
In the black hole, I seemed to see a pair of eyes.
"Ahhhh~"
Zeng Guangwen was so horrified that he roared indiscriminately, turned away, picked up the hammer and smashed it randomly.
This time, it seemed like a miracle had come to him. After a while of "ping-ping-pong-pong", his fingers were swollen with the hammer, and he managed to smash all the nails into the coffin lid.
After some actions, the courage of the three people was finally exhausted.
He shakily retreated to the door.
Xiao Shu and Yi Baohua hugged each other tightly, leaving Zeng Guangwen curled up alone, looking at the "fruits of his labor" - seven long iron nails crookedly embedded in the wood, and he didn't know how to nail them. Is it stable?
However, the coffin was silent for a while.
Zeng Guangwen's throat was dry and hoarse, and his voice was like sand stuck in gears.
"It shouldn't be able to come out?"
No one answered, and there was no way to answer.
Unknowingly, the skylight disappeared, leaving only a little afterglow lingering in the yard.
Weeping in the wind and rain.
A palm quietly poked out from the gap in the coffin and gave a silent reply.
…
Zeng Guangwen was half kneeling on the ground.
Sweat pooled on the wooden board.
He gasped for breath, his thoughts going blank.
But that picture is deeply imprinted in my mind and never goes away:
Like an epiphyllum.
The pale palms bloomed on the coffin.
It keeps growing from a finger-width gap.
First the palms, then the elbows, shoulders, then the stretched ribs, spine and organs.
And then.
It's the head and the beautiful red phoenix eyes.
What's next?
Zeng Guangwen's mind went blank and he couldn't remember clearly.
It seemed like a scream.
It's running away.
It was a fall, and the glasses flew to nowhere, making the world even more chaotic.
Until now.
It seemed that everything had disappeared, except for the whimpering wind and rain, and the courtyard fell silent again.
What about it? Where is Yi Baohua? Where is Xiao Shu?
Unfortunately, without his glasses, he could not see clearly due to his high myopia.
Zeng Guangwen sadly discovered that he could not control his own destiny, even if he wanted to see his situation clearly.
at this time.
"Crunch."
There was a soft sound in my ears.
It was the sound of something stepping on the planks of the corridor.
Zeng Guangwen was already frightened. He suddenly became excited and groped around in the confusing world with his hands.
However.
wall.
wall.
Or the wall.
He finally realized that he had plunged into a dead end.
And at the same time.
The "crunching" sound is getting heavier, getting closer, and getting more urgent. Something is approaching me!
He turned back sharply.
A blurry shadow is very close!
There was nowhere to escape.
After being extremely frightened, anger emerged spontaneously.
Zeng Guangwen suddenly let out a cry that was not like a human voice, and with snot and tears on his face, he slammed into the shadow.
Both sides fell to the ground instantly, fell into the water, and rolled into a ball.
He groped for the area around his neck and pinched it with both hands.
"I'm not afraid of you!"
"Cough, cough, let go."
"You don't want me to live!"
"I am Yi Baohua."
"I also asked you to...ah?"
He put his face against it and "touched" the other person's face with his eyes.
It’s really Yi Baohua.
He stood up awkwardly, pulled the other person up, and said something.
Yi Baohua suddenly grabbed him.
"Run quickly."
The voice trembled.
"It's coming!"
…
Next.
Another desperate run.
But the sky was dark, and Zeng Guangwen was blind again. As expected, something tripped his feet, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground.
He pulled randomly with his hands a few times.
Unexpectedly, he found a familiar object - his own glasses.
He quickly got up and put his glasses on the bridge of his nose. From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure standing next to him, and he grabbed the other person's hand without thinking.
"Walk!"
The figure didn't move.
Zeng Guangwen's heart suddenly dropped.
Because that hand... was as cold as ice.
…
The remaining light is still lingering in the yard.
Although one lens of the glasses was missing, the other lens was also covered with cracks.
But through it, you can still see clearly that you have returned to the original place - the entrance of Xiangtang.
And just by turning your head slightly, you can see clearly who is next to you.
But Zeng Guangwen's courage seemed to have been exhausted by his anger.
"Yibao, Baohua?"
He made knots with his tongue.
The figure didn't respond.
"Xiao Shu?"
There was a cry in his words.
The figure still didn't respond.
Somehow.
As if he still couldn't see clearly, he fumbled for the cold hand.
From the wrist, to the back of the hand, to the fingertips.
"Why are your nails so long?"
The figure finally responded.
It came closer silently, its neck like a twisting snake, and put its head into Zeng Guangwen's eyes.
Through the cracked lenses, he saw a fragmented face.
Zeng Guangwen was like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth, his voice almost moaning.
"Xiang, Xiang Dai..."
"evildoer!"
suddenly.
A cold sound burst into my ears.
The walking corpse in front of me suddenly flew out!
Twists and turns.
Before Zeng Guangwen could react, his collar tightened and he was thrown backwards.
And at this moment.
He saw Li Changan passing by him with a calm expression.
Change the casual and casual way we usually get along.
His eyes were cold.
Like a sword light bursting out in the darkness.
