There was silence in the car, like a living coffin.
Only the dripping rainwater that seeped in made some "tapping" sounds.
Er.
A sharp breath.
Li Changan woke up from the chaos.
There is still dizziness lingering in my mind.
"what happened?"
As soon as I thought about it, I felt a sharp pain in my forehead, and when I touched my hand, it felt wet, warm and smelled of rust.
right.
He remembered.
It's a landslide!
The "torrent" overturned the car, and he was like a hamster in a drum, tied to the car seat and spinning continuously. The tools hammers, shovels, and picks in the car were all dancing.
In the end, I didn't know what hit me in the head.
"Brother Wang."
"Wang Zhongmin!"
A vague moan came from below.
It sounds like the person is still alive.
Li Changan took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight.
The whole body of the car stood up at an angle, and he was suspended on the seat by the seat belt. The front window glass was buried in mud and rocks. Only the upper side windows were covered with a network of cracks, and muddy water could be faintly seen flowing.
Li Changan fumbled for a hammer and smashed it hard.
Bang!
The heavy rain poured sand and glass slag into the car, followed closely by the noise and coldness.
Li Changan's spirit perked up a little. He used his coat to sweep away the remaining glass and struggled to climb out of the car window.
Outside the car.
The rain was so dense that it looked like a floating ocean.
The light provided by the mobile phone can barely illuminate a few meters.
Fortunately, although the car was caught in the landslide, it was not completely buried by the rocks and soil, and was still on the edge of the landslide. Next to the car, you could see the intact slope.
Unfortunately, the car body creaked and tilted slowly. It was obvious that the "river" formed by the rock and soil was about to flow again, pushing the car deeper down the hillside and completely engulfing it.
Li Changan didn't dare to delay, so he quickly got back into the car and pulled off Wang Zhongmin's seat belt.
Although he woke up, he was still a little confused.
"My mobile wallet..."
"Don't worry!"
Li Changan pulled him out of the car and jumped with all his might.
next moment.
Rumbling, the stagnant "river" surged again.
…
About ten minutes later.
The two of them helped each other climb back up the mountain road.
Wang Zhongmin collapsed in the mud with a look of despair on his face; Li Changan put his hands on his hips and got caught in the rain, and laughed "haha" out of nowhere.
Give the other person a crazy look.
"Don't cry so hard."
He patted Wang Zhongmin hard on the shoulder.
"If one survives, there will be future fortunes!"
"Half of the mountain collapsed and we were not buried to death, which means the mountain god still gave you some face."
Wang Zhongmin was not angry.
"Then should I still thank it and set up a magic sign for it?"
"sure."
"When the time comes, the sign will say 'Save my two lives, Mr. Liangshan Prefecture, with your noble hand'."
"right."
Wang Zhongmin was also happy.
"Every Women's Day, I give it a stick of incense!"
The mountain god expressed his deep agreement, and heard the "muffled thunder" rolling in agreement, causing the mountain to collapse again.
The two were startled and ran away quickly.
This section of the road was completely muddy. When it rained heavily, it was covered with yellow mud, making it too slippery to stand. The two of them simply rolled all the way to escape.
After a while, my body felt heavy and cold.
Make a phone call for help.
Unfortunately, since entering the mountain, the mobile phone signal has been lost.
The Taoist priest wiped away the mud on his face.
"How far is this place from the village?"
"Not far."
Wang Zhongmin threw the dog into the mud and stopped fluttering for a moment, propping up his neck in the yellow mud soup.
"It's just over half an hour's drive."
The Taoist priest was speechless.
Just say it's over for us.
However.
Suddenly, a bright light pierced the rain curtain, followed by the sound of an engine coming from far away.
car?
Li Changan thought.
According to Wang Zhongmin, the only ones running on this road at the time were the archaeological team.
Is it true that if you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later?
Next to him, Wang Zhongmin had already jumped up from the mud, waving and shouting.
"Is it the archaeological team? Help! It's me, Wang Zhongmin!"
Soon.
A van also pulled up and five people got out, all wearing raincoats. They held flashlights and shone them in their faces for a while.
The leader came closer, his voice rough.
"Wang Zhongmin? Are you like this?"
"Professor Shao?"
"it's me."
Wang Zhongmin breathed a sigh of relief and immediately poured out his bitterness.
"What a bad luck!"
“I bumped into a ‘walking mountain’ halfway and was almost buried alive.”
"Zoushan" is the common name for landslides. The archaeological team on the opposite side was stunned for a few seconds before reacting, but at the same time they exclaimed, and the flashlights that were swaying around Li Changan were all pointed deeper into the rain curtain.
The devices in their hands were much more powerful than Li Changan's mobile phone, but as far as the light could reach, they could still only see the yellow rock and soil, not the boundary of the landslide. Just like the Taoist priest's joke earlier, half of the mountain collapsed.
See this situation.
An unspeakable silence spread among the archaeological team, and one of the female teammates even fell to the ground and cried loudly.
Here, two unlucky guys who were almost buried alive looked at each other.
"What is she?"
Professor Shao lowered his flashlight wordlessly and turned around to help the female team member up.
He wanted to speak but stopped.
The final tone was low.
"Let's talk about it after we get in the car."
…………
The archaeological team is very small, with only Professor Shao and five of his students.
Three men and two women.
The girl who was crying in the rain before was called Ma Chunhua; the girl who was comforting her in a low voice now was named Xiao Shu; the tall and thin boy who was silently accompanying her was named Yi Baohua; the boy wearing glasses in the driver's seat was named Zeng Guangwen, and
The last team member...
The back seats of the van were removed, and most of the space was occupied by a homemade stretcher, with a young man lying on the stretcher.
He had delicate features and a bookish air, but at this moment his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and the gauze wrapped around his abdomen was soaked with bright red blood.
"My student, Xiang Dai'an, this kid is very smart and diligent..."
After just a few words, Professor Shao's voice was choked with sobs.
Li Chang'an remembered that in the photos in the archaeological team's materials, Professor Shao had a round face and a strong body, although he was in his fifties and had a bald head.
But now, his cheeks are sunken, looking haggard and rickety.
"I had an accident while working today."
He waved his hand and could not say any more, but it was not difficult to guess what happened next.
They removed the back seat, prepared a stretcher, and were about to send the young man to the town hospital for rescue overnight in the rain, but a landslide washed away the mountain road...
"Fuck!"
Wang Zhongmin cursed in a low voice, and the joy of surviving the disaster disappeared from his face.
He took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket and picked out a cigarette that could still be lit. Zeng Guangwen handed him a lighter and asked him to light one.
Wang Zhongmin put away the cigarettes, took out the pack of soft Chinese from his coat pocket, and scattered the cigarettes one by one.
When Professor Shao arrived, he refused at first, but then took it over and lit it skillfully, but only took a puff.
"Cough, cough, cough."
It was a heartbreaking cough.
The students around him greeted him with concern, but he just said "It's okay" and turned to look at the heavy rain outside the car.
for a long time.
He put out the cigarette in his hand.
"Let's go back."
…………
It's about more than an hour.
The car arrived at the mountain village.
It was raining heavily at night, and there were no lights in the mountains, so I couldn't see clearly what the village looked like.
Li Changan just followed Professor Shao and the others into an alley.
The alley is narrow and long, with old stone walls covered with moss on both sides. Occasionally, you can see a door, shine a flashlight in, and it is dark, deserted, and in disrepair.
There was no sound of people, no barking of dogs, and no movement of poultry and livestock. The village seemed dead.
In the dead village, a silent group of people carried the dying young man through the narrow and tortuous corridors and into the vast and secluded depths.
This feels terrible.
But not bad.
Not long after, a group of people arrived in front of a large courtyard.
The gate was built in a grand style, with cornices and painted roofs. Wang Zhongmin introduced in a low voice that this was the village's ancestral hall, which was relatively well-preserved and where the archaeological team temporarily settled.
The group entered the gate and walked through the hall.
It's spacious inside.
There is a stage in the courtyard. The wing on the left is very dilapidated, with many coffins parked, a few lids half open, and a few bushes of weeds. The wing on the right and the Xiangtang are well preserved.
When everyone entered the Xiangtang, there was no electricity in the village and they could only light kerosene lamps.
The light spread out, reflecting the densely packed sacred tablets in the hall.
The young man was placed in front of the sacred tablet. The wind blew in, and the light was cold and miserable. But no one had any intention of leaving, and they were all waiting for a well-known result.
Li Changan asked for the medical kit and declined the help from others. He just asked for another mirror and treated the wounds that were soaked white by the rain.
At this moment, Zeng Guangwen and Xiao Shu had a dispute.
…
"If we hurry up, we won't be stuck in the mountains."
"What do you mean? You mean I'm driving slowly?!"
"I didn't say that."
"That's what you meant!"
"Okay, yes! That's what it means! Don't you drive slowly? You can't drive for half an hour in more than an hour."
"I'm doing it for safety."
"Safety? This is saving lives! You are just timid, you are just afraid!"
"I'm afraid of that kind of mountain road, it's raining so much, and it's dark! Who's not afraid? Ma Chunhua isn't afraid because she's Xiang Dai'an's girlfriend. What about you?"
"I am his friend."
"Friends? I'm afraid you want to be more than just friends."
Yi Baohua couldn't listen anymore.
"Glasses, what are you talking about?"
"Did I make a mistake? Lao Yi, please stop licking me. I would rather risk the risk and follow the car than stay in the village with you. You can't lick it."
…
Li Changan bandaged the wound.
look up.
Wang Zhongmin smoked a cigarette in the corridor; Professor Shao huddled in the corner, covering his face, hunched like a shadow; Ma Chunhua squatted beside the stretcher, burying her face in her knees, saying nothing; and the quarrel between the other three intensified.
The Taoist priest ignored them and just walked up to the young man.
He didn't know when he opened his eyes. His beautiful red and phoenix eyes were staring straight at the beam, gray and lifeless.
Yes.
He is dead.
Li Changan closed his eyes for him and chanted quietly.
"The gods of the ten directions are as numerous as sand and dust..."
"What are you doing?"
A sudden question interrupted the Taoist priest's chanting.
Ma Chunhua stood up and stared straight at him with red eyes.
The Taoist priest, whose heart was as solid as stone, calmly replied:
"Condolences."
Two words are like a mantra.
Wang Zhongmin put out his cigarette, Professor Shao left the corner, and the three of them stopped arguing. They returned to the stretcher and surrounded the young man.
Ma Chunhua looked at the silent crowd with a somewhat flustered expression. She smoothed back her messy hair and tried to smile:
"Why are you all acting like this? Dai'an is fine, he's just tired."
Xiao Shu held her hand worriedly.
"Spring flowers..."
"Don't worry too much."
But she broke away.
"Daian's injury is very serious, but here, in this village, there is something that can cure him."
Seeing that she was getting more and more outrageous, Professor Shao frowned.
"Chunhua, Dai'an, he..." As he spoke, he sighed deeply, "He has passed away! Nothing in the world can save a dead person!"
"No!"
Ma Chunhua turned around suddenly and stared at Professor Shao.
"Teacher, have you forgotten? You have been looking for this thing for most of your life; for this thing, you brought us to this ravine; for this thing, Dai'an suffered such serious injuries."
Professor Shao's face became increasingly ugly.
"Classmate Ma, what are you talking about?"
She didn't answer, she just laughed.
The night wind shook the lights, and the light and shadow pulled various expressions on Xiang Dai'an's pale face.
She whispered softly:
"Returning Soul Sand."
She laughed excitedly:
"Resurrection Sand!"
Her voice became increasingly louder and shriller, and finally her hysterical screams echoed in the rainy night in this deserted village.