Professor Shao is more stubborn than expected.

Although Ma Chunhua died in a strange state, Xiao Shu was insane.

In just a few days into the village, the archaeological team was reduced by half, and even Wang Zhongmin and Zeng Guangwen hesitated.

But his attitude hasn't changed a bit.

Resolute as if the remains in the cave were the last remaining candle in the darkness, clenching tightly and refusing to let go.

Of course the conversation broke up unhappily.

Everyone is worried, and no one is even in the mood to be curious: How did Li Changan perceive the changes on the ground in the cave?

No words for a night.

the next day.

The rain seems to be lighter, but the plume cloud is heavy and low, which is not hopeful.

In the old house, stale and wet, and heavy and tired after getting up, people always suspect that the mold has taken the opportunity to get into the human body.

It is spreading and growing among the lungs.

The kitchen ran out of rice and vegetables. Wang Zhongmin planned to go to his fellow villagers to "borrow" some more. Li Changan offered to accompany him.

Although he thinks that something is hiding in the underground is secretly causing trouble, but he himself understands that the reason for thinking this way is mostly because of the mission data, preconceived, and there is no evidence at all, just speculation.

But if the guess is true, most of the remaining seven villagers in the village are inseparable from the relationship.

The Taoist priest planned to check carefully to see if he could find a breakthrough.

...

Seven elderly people live scattered around the village, but their life trajectories are almost exactly the same. They eat, sleep, and find a statue or mural, recite or stare in a daze during the rest of the time.

Do not communicate with outsiders or even internally.

When you ask, either ignore it or put your empty eyes at you until you walk away by yourself.

Other than that, it is no different from ordinary people.

Li Changan followed Wang Zhongmin's observations one by one, but it was useless, and finally had no choice but to return.

Back to the ancestral hall.

Only then did I know that Xiao Shu had a low-grade fever again in the morning, which had a good meal for those who remained.

Everything was terrible, but it was not without good news that Professor Shao was finally relieved.

He found Li Changan, the whole figure seemed to be ten years old overnight, and he proposed to take a step back on both sides.

He promised not to enter the underground village again, and to temporarily seal the entrance of the cave, but before that, he had to take out the fragments of the murals that were not completed.

The reason is simple.

If the underground really has dark secrets, it is mostly hidden in murals!

Needless to say.

Without further ado.

…………

The clouds and rain are dizzy, and the sky is hard to know.

Li Changan has been away for a long time and has not yet returned.

In the ancestral hall.

Xiao Shu retreated his low-grade fever, but his mental condition improved a lot.

Although his face was still white, and his expression was panic, but at any rate, the peace of suicide from time to time was gone.

Yi Baohua paid close attention to eating and drinking for her. He didn't dare to untie her. He just made a bowl of sesame paste and took a spoon to feed it in small mouthfuls. Zeng Guangwen stood by to prevent her from going crazy again.

In this situation, at first glance, it looks like two adults are serving the children to eat.

And Xiao Shu is really like a child, dodging the spoon, sobbing in a low voice, while mumbling in his mouth:

"I don't want to stay here, I want to leave, we all have to leave, if we don't leave soon, it will be too late..."

"You believe me."

Yi Baohua's movements were stagnant for a long time before he reluctantly smiled and said, "I believe you, come, be good, eat something first."

Xiao Shu put aside his face, rubbed the sesame paste on his face, and was washed away by tears.

She repeated those words.

"Go? How to go?!"

Zeng Guangwen spoke suddenly.

The voice was urgent and fast.

"The road collapses, do you walk on your feet? The wind is also heavy, the rain is heavy, the mountain road is long and rotten, what should I do if I encounter a mudslide? ?"

Xiao Shu didn't answer. In fact, she was frightened. She curled up again for a long time. She timidly answered:

"There is a ghost here."

"ghost?"

Zeng Guangwen laughed.

Suddenly got up to the ground, brought the stool down, and slammed it on the ground with a sound.

But what was more intense than his movements was his tone.

"Ghost! Ghost! Ghost! Ghost! Ghost! There's a ghost! Where's the ghost?! Where is the ghost?!"

Xiao Shu was so frightened that he cried, twisting and hiding in the bed desperately.

"Glasses!"

Yi Baohua stopped in the middle.

"I know you feel uncomfortable, but you can't let others anger."

"What am I mad at? I just ask where the ghost is coming from."

For a time.

Instead, the two men drew their swords.

It was just that after a while, both sides realized that too many things had happened in the past few days, and everyone's emotions were too tense. It was unnecessary for friends who were in the same boat to help each other.

Zeng Guangwen's eyes hesitated a little, and Yi Baohua was also thinking about saying something soft.

At this moment.

"some."

Words rang lightly in the ears, accompanied by gentle breathing across the earlobes.

There was a goose bump on Yi Baohua's neck.

He turned his head.

Xiao Shu's face came out from behind his shoulder, his face was pale, but his eyebrows were smiling crookedly.

she says:

"It told me that it was brought out by Ma Chunhua from the ground, and it was hidden in the body."

Yi Baohua chuckled in his heart.

Then, there was a heavy breath from the opposite side of Zeng Guangwen.

Not surprised, but angry.

He rushed forward, reaching out and pulling the rope that bound Xiao Shu.

"what you do?"

Yi Baohua hurriedly stopped it, but he pulled it away.

"I'll take her to hell!"

Shock brings a brief silence.

Xiao Shu cried again "Wow".

Yi Baohua was frightened and angry.

"Zeng Guangwen, you are crazy!"

"I'm not crazy, she's crazy! All the guilt has been on An Dai and the others!"

"She is a patient, nonsense."

"Yes! That's why you have to get medical treatment quickly. If you get sick, you need to be given heavy medicine!"

"Where did the medicine come from this ghost place?!"

"Facts are medicine!"

"You have to let her see if there are any ghosts with her own eyes, so as not to keep thinking and going crazy. Last time it was Li Changan who was good at it, next time? Who will save her again?"

Zeng Guangwen grabbed Yi Baohua by the collar and stared at him, saying each word.

"You are not afraid that if we don't watch it accidentally, she will kill herself!?"

Yi Baohua opened his mouth and couldn't say anything in the end.

The blocking arm hangs weakly.

Zeng Guangwen pushed him away.

Grasping Xiao Shu, who was crying and struggling, dragged her out of bed abruptly.

…………

It's dusk.

The rain and clouds merged together, and the sky was particularly gloomy.

The evening light infiltrated the courtyard with the wind and rain, staining the decaying ancestral hall with a hint of red.

There was a big hole missing in the roof of Xiangtang, and no one was going to make it up. The wind and rain got in from here, and the windows and doors creaked from time to time, and the floor was filled with water, enough to flood the feet.

The couple’s coffin was placed on a bench by the companions, and moved to a corner protected from wind and rain.

The ancestors and ancestors in Xiangtang were left unattended. Piaoyu reconciled the dust and cobwebs and covered them with magic cards. They were densely packed on the altar, enduring dampness and filth, and coldly facing the three uninvited guests.

Zeng Guangwen stepped into the stagnant water first, and Xiao Shu that he yanked over might be crying and howling all the way, and no longer making a sound. He stuffed her to Yi Baohua, who was following, and went straight to open Ma Chunhua's coffin.

As soon as it started, Zeng Guangwen regretted it a little.

He has been working in the archaeological team all year round. He has opened many ancient coffins. He has seen many corpses, dry, wet, rotten to the point of bones, and elastic skin... but he has never seen such a coffin.

The skin and flesh on Ma Chunhua's bones melted like wax oil, and they were all in the coffin. The dense mold grows wantonly among her flesh and blood, almost filling this small space.

Zeng Guangwen always sneered at the talk of ghosts and gods, otherwise he wouldn't be so angry at Xiao Shu's words.

He thinks that all the strange things that happened in the village have scientific explanations, such as some unknown germ...So, is it a bit rash to open the coffin without any protection?

But he quickly put the idea behind him, pointed at the corpse, and looked at Xiao Shu:

"Come here and take a good look. Have you seen any ghosts?"

Xiao Shu didn't answer. The previous struggle and crying seemed to have taken all her strength away. She was limp in Yi Baohua's arms and silently focused her eyes on the other coffin in the house.

"If you don't see the Yellow River, your heart will not die."

Zeng Guangwen sneered, closed Ma Chunhua's coffin lid, and turned to Xiang An Dai's coffin. This time, he had a claw hammer in his hand. In order to prevent Ma Chunhua from stealing the body again, Xiang An Dai's coffin was sealed with coffin nails. Understand.

The "horns" are embedded in the nail cap.

In the sour sound of "crunching, crunching", the long iron nails that had nailed the coffin were pulled up one by one.

Until the last one.

The wind and rain somehow made a sudden and abrupt work, sobbing into the room, several magic cards fell into the stagnant water, and the doors and windows shook.

An inexplicable tremor floated on the back of Yi Baohua, who had been silent, whether it was because of the cold water seeping into the soles of the shoes or the moldy smell permeating the house.

"Glasses." He hesitated. "Why don't you forget?"

Zeng Guangwen ignored him, picked up the nails and pushed open the heavy coffin lid.

Xiang Andai is lying here.

His body is in good condition, no rot, no mold, and before entering the coffin, friends arranged his appearance.

At this moment, he had his hands folded on his abdomen, a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes half-open, staring into the void, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, and his skin looked particularly shiny, just as it was before his death.

Seeing his old friend's remains peaceful, Zeng Guangwen's anger also dropped a little.

"You come and see now, how do you think he looks like a ghost?!"

Xiao Shu still didn't answer, but she seemed to be frightened again. She clung to Yi Baohua's lapels and shivered in his arms.

Instead, it was Yi Baohua.

"Glasses."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you think... something is wrong?"

"Are you crazy too?"

Yi Baohua pursed his mouth.

For a while.

"His nails are getting longer."

"When people die, they become dehydrated and their skin and flesh shrink, and their nails will look longer." Zeng Guangwen closed the lid of the coffin while exasperatingly, "Did you forget about this common sense?"

Yi Baohua froze for a while, but when he first saw Xiang Dai'an's body, he faintly felt something strange, but he couldn't tell it for a while.

He tried to recall the appearance of the corpse in the coffin, its hands, its face, its skin, its...eyes?

"Glasses..." Yi Baohua heard his voice trembling.

"What are you talking about?!"

"The last time he lowered the coffin, his eyes were not closed..."

Beside the coffin, Zeng Guangwen's actions of picking up his hammers and nails stopped abruptly.

Yi Baohua had the last hope, and his voice was dry.

"Right?"

no respond.

In fact, no one spoke any more, all three of them seemed to be nailed by an invisible nail.

There was a moment of silence in the room, but the wind and rain remained sobbing.

at this time.

The rain cloud seemed to disperse a little.

More light came in, but they were all dark red, and mournfully pounced on the two men's gradually turning white faces.

"Squeak~"

Suddenly a slight noise mixed into the wind and rain and penetrated into people's ears.

The sound was strange and harsh.

It's just like.

Sharp nails ran across the wood.

"boom."

The coffin shook abruptly.

The lid of the coffin just closed opened a gap.