Heavy rain flooded the village, soaking it in water.
But in a certain area that should have been submerged into a pond, there was no accumulation of 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 originally moved to seal it fell aside, allowing the wind and rain to pass through unimpeded.
Li Changan jumped down and found new scratch marks on the edge of the gap, and there was still a faint smell of blood.
You can imagine this scene:
The rickety old man jumped into the cold water and tried his best to move the heavy stone mill at the bottom of the water, revealing the damaged gap in the stone door.
However, he no longer had the energy to remove the same heavy door bolt, so he could only choose the narrow gap, the gap where the dead Ma Chunhua once got into.
But Ma Chunhua is a slender woman, and although he is thin, he is still a man with a broad frame.
Therefore, the sharp and hard stone edges scratched the clothes, abraded the skin and flesh, and the bones all over the body creaked under the squeeze.
He twisted his body little by little, enduring the pain little by little.
finally.
Drilled into the dark and deep cave.
…
Li Changan shook his head. Professor Shao's mental state was indeed suspicious.
look back.
Everyone who came with him had ugly expressions. Yi Baohua was holding a walkie-talkie with anxious expressions on his face and kept calling.
"Professor, don't do anything stupid. Please answer."
He had previously discovered that a walkie-talkie was missing from the room, so he insisted that Professor Shao had taken it away.
It's a pity that after several calls, it was the same as now, with no response.
The Taoist priest had no expectations at all, so he called Wang Zhongmin, took off the door bolt together, and pushed the stone door open.
At this moment.
The walkie-talkie made a "hissing" sound with unstable signal.
Professor Shao?
Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on it.
a long time.
With distortion.
"Maybe I'm crazy."
…
The tunnel was as cramped, dark, slippery and stuffy as ever.
The Taoist priest walked down alone.
Soon, a fresh scratch was found on the moss on the stone wall.
Look.
Someone slipped and fell, and in a panic, he tried to grab the traces left by the stone wall with his hands.
The Taoist priest thought for a while and simply "slid" down.
On the other side, on the intercom, Yi Baohua was trying his best to steady Professor Shao.
"Professor, you are not crazy. You are just... just too hasty. I know you attach great importance to this archeology, but it is indeed dangerous to rush. We can change the time. Next time, bring more people and more equipment. Better development.”
"Time? Ha~ (long breath) Yes, I have no time. Do you know why I suddenly quit smoking before? Because I was diagnosed with cancer, lung cancer, late stage. Baohua, Chunhua and Guangwen, I know you are all listening. You also know that I have no children, and my wife has died of illness long ago. There is nothing to miss in this world, but only the 'returning sand'! I have been chasing it for most of my life. Now, I will 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 slipped out of the tunnel and went down to the cave.
The vast and dark underground world in front of you is filled with the sound of "swishing", which is the underground river surging ahead.
Follow the sound.
The Taoist priest soon arrived at the rope bridge.
However, the chain bridge, which had gone through hundreds of years, had broken and fell into the torrent under the bridge. It was obviously Professor Shao's hands and feet.
Maybe, just like what he said, he just wanted to see the true appearance of the legend hidden in the darkness, and he had no other aspirations, including his own life.
Li Changan took out two paper horses and stuck them on his legs.
This is a magic weapon. It is famous, popular and practical. There is no reason why Yu Zhenren should not record it in the book.
He stepped back dozens of steps, took a big stride, jumped hard, and landed heavily on the other side.
"We all understand what you mean, and we won't object, but don't forget that we are your students. You can't leave us behind with such important research results. Just wait a moment, we'll be here soon. I’ll give you some tips to gain more knowledge.”
"Haha, you bastard! You are right, but I'm sorry, I can't wait, because inspiration can't wait! Have you ever had such a feeling? It's like the chaotic sky has exploded into stars, and your thoughts keep shining, All the questions are no longer questions. There is almost no need to think, the answers appear by themselves! Do you know how long it took me to put together those two murals? An hour! It seems... there is no need to put it together at all, I already know what the murals are. Look! This is inspiration, it is fleeting, so I have to seize it, I can’t wait for an hour, a minute, or a second!”
The Taoist priest crossed the underground river and entered the village.
It is as lifeless as ever in decay, but the doors of some houses that were originally closed are open, giving people the illusion that "it" has briefly come to life.
Professor Shao had warned everyone not to disturb anything in the village to avoid causing unnecessary damage, but apparently, he himself violated this rule and entered these houses.
What did he do?
Now is not the time to delve deeper.
"Professor! How dare you be sure that your so-called inspiration is not the bewitchment of some ghost! Besides, it is not certain whether the thing hidden underground is the 'returning sand'."
"of course!"
"Didn't Dai'an put the evidence in front of us?"
"The living dead, flesh and bones! The living dead, flesh and bones!! If it's not soul-returning sand, what is it?!"
Deep in the underground temple.
Hee hee Ke looked down coldly.
Professor Shao held the walkie-talkie, and the flashlight light shone on his face, revealing his bloodshot eyes and a slightly crazy expression.
"A dead man! It comes back to life!"
Suddenly.
behind.
"You call that resurrection?"
The old man's shoulders suddenly shrugged, and then slowly relaxed again.
He turned around slowly, rubbed his face, and forced a smile.
"You came."
"Mr. Li, or do you call him Daozhang Li?"
"Whatever, it's just a title."
Li Changan held up his flashlight and glanced at the embarrassed but excited Professor Shao, at the silent statue behind him, at the gorgeous carvings scattered around the shrine... and finally settled on the ground between the two of them.
There were a few strange utensils scattered on the ground, which must have been collected from underground villages, but the utensils contained animal carcasses such as rats, snakes, and bats, but it was unclear where he got them.
These corpses were shriveled, their blood had been wring out, and they were painted, drawing a strange pattern on the ground—the same as the ritual patterns on the murals.
Li Changan was keenly aware that there was a kind of energy that was different from aura and more obscure, circulating around him.
His intuition told him.
I'm afraid it's too late.
On the opposite side, Professor Shao was already busy answering Li Changan's previous questions.
"Of course it's resurrection, but it's not a complete resurrection."
"Because Ma Chunhua's ceremony is missing the last and most important link."
"Open the portal to the gods!"
"So, she resurrected Dai'an's body, but not his soul. The result was what you see - a monster."
Li Changan's attention was not focused on Professor Shao's words at all.
He was about to enter the shrine just now.
Click~
Slight crack.
A cloud of dust and a few pieces of gravel fell beside him.
At the same time, a hidden yet seemingly omnipresent sense of threat suddenly arose.
There are countless invisible needles hidden in the air.
Creepy.
But I don’t know where it comes from.
The Taoist priest, holding his talisman in his hand and being alert, responded casually:
"She is wrong, so you must be right?"
"Of course I'm right." Professor Shao blurted out eagerly, his face turning red, "Because I have unlocked the secret of '喖唔娦参'!"
Professor Shao's expression became even more excited, but as his tone rose, the crackling sounds in the shrine became more and more intensive, and dust and gravel rustled down - the shrine was collapsing!
He still didn't take it seriously at all, and danced around announcing his discovery.
"Hey, hey, what is it? For many years, I haven't been able to figure it out. Because you can't find a similar name even after looking through the books. It doesn't even fit in with the local people's naming habits of indigenous gods."
"Until I saw this statue, its appearance, its clothing, his posture..."
The temple collapsed even more, with large reliefs on the walls peeling off one after another, and even a stone pillar fell down and hit Professor Shao's feet, shattering into pieces.
He didn't look sideways.
"Obviously, it has the style of a Tibetan Tantric protector god, but the name of the god '喖吔奦ke' is also not in line with the habits of Tantric Buddhism."
"But last night, I suddenly woke up."
"Ee-e-e-ke may not be a god's name at all, it's a secret curse!"
"Ashamedly, my research in this area is not in-depth, but it is enough to deduce the true meaning of '喖唔娦ke'."
The shrine continued to collapse, and finally spread to the statue of "喖唔娦ke". Cracks gradually covered the stone statue, and finally collapsed.
The huge head rolled to the ground, and the body scattered into stone sand, revealing the pure white portal hidden behind the statue, and a faint white light emerged in the darkness.
Professor Shao was bathed in this radiance. He opened his arms like a newborn Jesus on the clouds.
"Escape from suffering and save lives!"
