It rained heavily and the village was soaked in the water.

But there was no water accumulation in a certain area that should have been flooded into a pond.

In front of the tunnel entrance.

The stone gate like a city palace was still closed, but the gap at the foot of the door was exposed to everyone's sight. The stone that was originally brought to block it fell to one side, and the wind and rain were unobstructed.

Li Changan jumped down and found new scratches on the edge of the gap, and a faint smell of blood remained.

You can imagine such a scene:

The hunched old man jumped into the cold water and tried his best to move away the heavy stone mill at the bottom of the water, revealing the broken gap in the stone door.

However, he had no time to remove the same heavy door bolt, and could only choose the narrow gap, the gap that the dead Ma Chunhua had drilled into.

But Ma Chunhua is a slim woman. Although he is thin, he is still a man with a wide skeleton.

So, the sharp and hard stone edges scratched the clothes, grinded the 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.

I drilled into the dark and deep cave.

...

Li Changan shook his head, Professor Shao's mental state was really suspicious.

look back.

Everyone who came with him looked bad, and Yi Baohua even held an intercom with an anxious face and kept calling.

"Professor, don't do stupid things, please answer."

He had previously found that there was one walkie-talkie missing in the house, so he insisted that it was taken by Professor Shao.

Unfortunately, the calls were the same as now, and there was no response.

The Taoist priest had no expectations, so he greeted Wang Zhongmin, took off the door bolt and pushed open the stone door.

At this time.

However, the intercom sounded an unstable "sizzling" sound.

Professor Shao?

Everyone's eyes suddenly gathered.

a long time.

With distortion.

"I might be crazy."

...

The tunnel is as cramped, dark, slippery and stuffy as ever.

The Taoist priest went down step by step alone.

Soon, a fresh scratch was found on the rotten moss on the stone wall.

It looks like it.

Someone fell down and hurriedly tried to grab the traces left by the stone wall with his hands.

The Taoist priest thought about it and simply "slid" it.

On the other hand, Yi Baohua tried his best to keep Professor Shao in the walkie-talkie.

"Professor, you are not crazy. You are just... just too anxious. I know you value archaeology this time, but it is indeed a bit hasty and dangerous. We can change the time and bring more people and more equipment to better develop it next time."

"Time? Ha~ (long breath) Yes, I don't have time anymore. 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 passed away long ago. There is nothing to be left for in this world, but only the "Soul Recovery Sand"! I have been chasing it for most of my life. Now, I am about to die, but before I die, I want to take a look, just look at it, no matter what it is!"

Li Changan slid out of the tunnel and went down to the cave.

The vast and dark underground world in front of me is filled with "gurgling" sounds, and it is the dark river surging ahead.

Follow the sound.

The Taoist priest quickly arrived at the edge of the cable bridge.

However, the iron chain bridge that had been going through a hundred years had broken at this time and fell into the torrent under the bridge. It was obviously Professor Shao's hands and feet.

Perhaps, just as he said, he just wanted to take a look at the true face hidden in the darkness of the legend, and there was no other desire, including his own life.

Li Changan took out two pieces of paper horses and stuck them on his legs.

This is a magical armored horse, famous, popular and practical. There is no reason why Yu Zhenren doesn't record it in the booklet.

He took dozens of steps back, made great strides to run, and jumped hard, landed heavily on the other side.

"We understand what you mean, we won't object, but don't forget that we are your students. You can't leave us with such a major research result. You can wait a moment, and we will come here, and we will also help you with the rising knowledge."

"Haha, you're a slippery head! You're right, but I'm sorry, I can't wait because inspiration cannot wait! Have you ever felt like this? It's like the chaotic sky exploded with stars all over the sky, thinking constantly shining, all the questions are no longer a problem, there is almost no need to think about it, and the answer emerges on its own! Do you know how long it took me to spell those two murals? An hour! It seems... I don't need to spell at all. I already know what murals look like! This is inspiration, fleeting, so I have to grab it, not wait for an hour, a minute, or a second!"

The Taoist priest crossed the underground river and stepped into the village.

Just as in the past, the doors of some houses were originally closed were open, giving people the illusion that "it" had been living for a short time.

Professor Shao once warned everyone not to move everything in the village in order to avoid unnecessary damage, but obviously, he himself violated this rule and entered these houses.

What did he do?

Now is not the time to go into the deeper.

"Professor! How dare you be sure that your so-called inspiration is not a temptation from some gods! Besides, it is not certain whether the things hidden underground are 'returning sand'."

"Of course!"

"Didn't Dai'an put the evidence before us?"

"Living dead, flesh and bones! Living dead, flesh and bones!! It's not the soul-returning sand, what is it?!!"

Deep in the underground temple.

Dan Ke looked down coldly.

Professor Shao held the walkie-talkie, and the flashlight reflected on his face, illuminating blood-filled eyes and a slightly crazy expression.

"A dead man! It is resurrected!"

Suddenly.

Behind.

"You call that resurrection?"

The old man's shoulders suddenly shook, and a little, slowly relaxed.

He slowly turned around, rubbed his face, and squeezed out a smile.

"You're here."

"Mr. Li, or call him Master Li?"

"It's just a title."

Li Changan held up his flashlight and swept over Professor Shao, who was embarrassed but excited, swept over the silent statue behind him, swept over the gorgeous sculptures everywhere in the temple... and finally fixed on the ground between the two.

There were a few strange vessels scattered on the ground, probably collected from underground villages, but the corpses of mice, snakes, bats and other animals contained in the vessels, but I don’t know where he got them.

The bodies were shriveled, and the blood was twisted out, painted as paint, and a strange pattern was drawn on the ground - just like the patterns of rituals on the murals.

Li Changan keenly noticed that there was an energy that was different from spiritual energy and more obscure.

Intuition tells him.

I'm afraid it's already one step late.

On the other hand, Professor Shao had already answered Li Changan's previous questions on his own.

"Of course it's resurrection, but it's not a complete resurrection."

"Because Ma Chunhua's ceremony lacks the last and most important link."

"Open the door to the gods!"

"So, she resurrected Dai'an's body, but did not resurrect his soul, and it turned out to be what you see - a monster."

Li Changan's attention was not focused on Professor Shao's words at all.

He was about to step into the temple just now.

Click ~

Slight cracking.

A bunch of dust and a few pieces of gravel fell on his side.

At the same time, a hidden but ubiquitous sense of threat suddenly arose.

There are countless invisible needles hidden in the air.
To be continued...