Underground Temple.

Professor Shao was bathed in the glow and rolled under his feet with Danyou's head.

This scene.

It seems that in mythology, the new god came into being on the corpse of the old god.

He was also like a new god, complacent and eager to turn around to meet his kingdom of God.

He saw it.

The "portal" is an irregular circular hole. When you pass by it, you will see a natural cave.

The corpse pillow in the cave.

The corpses filled the view layer by layer and sank into the depths of invisible corners of the cave. Hundreds or thousands of them? No one can tell. Only see that the flesh and blood are eroded as nutrients, and the bones are empty into a breeding ground, growing dense white, long myceliums, crawling, woven through the bones, escaping, escaping a faint white light.

The so-called "King of God" is actually a cemetery.

"This is impossible..." Professor Shao murmured in disbelief.

But what's incredible about this? Although the flesh and blood of the corpses had been edible, the clothes were relatively well preserved. It can be seen that they were all traditional costumes of the locals, just as the murals were painted, and the villagers entered the Kingdom of God.

"No, no, no! Fake! They are all hallucinations."

"right!"

His expression suddenly became excited again.

"Illusion! This must be a test, a test for me by the mountain god!"

As he said that, he was about to get into the hole without hesitation, but just as he was next to the hole, an indescribable stench hit his face, making him feel dazed. He staggered back, his hands became weak, and the walkie-talkie he was holding fell into the hole and fell among the corpses covered by mycelium.

Professor Shao, who had recovered from his senses, subconsciously wanted to go in and pick it up, but this time, he was held tightly and turned his head, and saw Li Changan's grim gaze falling into the cave.

He looked at it in surprise.

The walkie-talkie is black, and the bones and mycelium are pale. It should be very conspicuous.

But he glanced around a few times and couldn't find where the walkie-talkie was.

Just at this moment.

"Professor? What happened?! Reply, Professor."

A call with a "sizzling" electric current sounded in the hole.

He looked in the sound.

I saw somewhere in the pale whiteness, a cluster of mycelium slowly stood up as if disturbed by the sound, floating in the air and swinging lightly, revealing the walkie-talkie that had been wrapped before.

Professor Shao stumbled all the way, and many wounds were scratched, especially his palms were even scarred, and the intercom could not be stained with a layer of blood.

But at this time, the walkie-talkie was so clean that it was dazzling!

Professor Shao felt a chaos in his mind. He staggered again. This time he didn't stand firm and collapsed to the ground. The gravel and sand and dust all over his face. He suddenly felt regretful.

However, Pandora's magic box has been opened, so what's the use of regret?

Just like a stone plunged into a deep pool, the stagnant water rippled.

The myceliums lying among the corpses floated up with the walkie-talkie as the center, as if they were rippling, and the entire cave suddenly "live" over. The myceliums covered with the cave stretched out their long bodies, shaking gently in the cold white light and in the old air.

At first glance.

It is like a group of snakes holding their heads up in the snake cave, and it is like a nematode swimming densely under the water...

Bang!

A dull sound.

It blocked the overflowing white light and also blocked Professor Shao's fear.

He was stunned for a few seconds.

Don't get rid of the dust on your face if you are busy.

It turned out that Li Changan raised his head to fill the hole, leaning against the head of the god, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve, and gasping for breath.

"Xiao Li?"

"Retreat, there is corpse gas!"

After saying that, the Taoist priest no longer cared about him.

He just bit his fingers and used blood as a talisman on the forehead of the statue.

But the first one was just made.

Suddenly, air flowed around, hovering in the temple with an indescribable odor and a creepy breath, making waves of whispers.

The collapse of the temple became more and more urgent. Large pieces of carvings with statues painted on both sides peeled off and fell to the ground and fell into powder.

At the edge of the hole where the hole was not filled, white light oozed out, and countless nematode-like myceliums entangled each other and spread out.

Li Changan's expression remained unchanged, and he even leaned his body up and firmly held back the statue.

The expression became more focused.

Even if the falling stones cut their foreheads, they would not be distracted at all.

Until the clusters of "nematodes" are about to touch the body.

"No matter who you are, today, please lend me your divinity!"

The last stroke was quickly dropped by the fingertips.

"Edict!"

Instantly.

The whispers in the air and the sound of peeling on the wall suddenly subsided, the white light subsided, and the mycelium was reluctant to shrink back. Everything suddenly calmed down, and only the sound of the dark river surging in the distance remained.

Li Changan wiped away the blood that was about to flow into his eyes and turned around to pull Professor Shao up.

"I don't understand the spell, but let me guess, the meaning of 'Dan Yui Ke' should be..."

The flashlight swept around.

The once exquisite and gorgeous temple has become a ruin, and even the "Danyouyike" has scattered into a pile of rocks, leaving only the head embedded in the entrance of the cave. The blood talisman is painted on His hideous face, setting off the ruins, and there is inexplicably a bit of compassion.

The Taoist priest bowed his head and then turned around and strode away.

"Suppress the evil and suppress the demons."

…………

Li Changan took Professor Shao back to the ground.

Nothing happened along the way.

Just when I left the tunnel entrance, I was suddenly staggering by the wind and rain.

He looked up in surprise.

The lead clouds are as low as the sea and the sky hangs, the strong wind is like waves, and the heavy rain is like raging waves, almost sweeping people can't stand.

After repeated efforts, the rain has reached this level?!

Li Changan took Professor Shao to a pretty intact house next to him, and the rest of the archaeological team had been waiting for a long time.

They saw that the two were in a mess, and Professor Shao looked in a dismay.

Half surprised and half concerned.

"What happened underground? So what happened to the professor?"

The Taoist priest briefly explained the matter.

"It's probably because it's corpse qi, just slow it down."

"Corpsy?"

"Just treat it as biogas."

The Taoist priest said it intentionally, and it is not the time to talk nonsense now.

He entrusted Professor Shao to several students and told them to go back to the ancestral hall as soon as possible, and then went outside the village to meet them.

Everyone was surprised.

What else should he be distracted when such an important time?

Li Changan smiled.

"We are not the only living people in the village."

...

Yesterday, when everyone made the decision to leave on foot, in addition to their concerns about the risks of the journey, there was also a question that everyone knew but avoided: whether to bring the villagers with them.

From a moral point of view, it is shameful to leave the elderly and the weak and escape by themselves.

But from reality, who dares to bring seven centenarians who are like dead trees into dangerous mountain roads with storms? More importantly, their own strange behavior is difficult not to associate them with all the strange things in their village.
To be continued...