Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The inside of the car was silent, like a living coffin.

Only the infiltrating raindrops made some "click" sounds.

Ore.

A quick breath.

Li Changan awakened from the chaos.

There is still vertigo entangled in the mind.

"what happened?"

When I thought about it, my forehead felt like a knife cleaving, and my hand felt wet and moist with the smell of rust.

right.

He remembered.

It's a landslide!

"Torrent" overturned the car, and he was like a hamster in a roller, tied to the seat of the car and spinning around. The equipment in the car, such as hammers, shovel, and pickaxes, all danced.

In the end, I didn't know what hit my head.

"Brother Wang."

"Wang Zhongmin!"

A vague moan came from below.

It sounds like the person is still alive.

Li Changan took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight.

The whole body stood up diagonally, and he was hung from the seat by the seat belt. The front window glass was buried by mud and rocks. Only the upper side window was covered with net-like cracks, and muddy water was faintly seen.

Li Changan fumbled for a hammer and slammed it hard.

哐!

The heavy rain filled the car with sand and glass slag, followed by the noise and coldness.

Li Changan's spirit was slightly refreshed. He swept away the remaining glass with his jacket and struggled to climb out of the car window.

Outside the car.

The rain is dense like a floating ocean.

The light provided by mobile phones can barely illuminate a few meters.

Fortunately, although the car was involved in a landslide, it was not completely buried by the rock and soil, and it was still on the edge of the landslide. A good **** can be seen next to the car.

Unfortunately, the body "creaked" and slowly tilted, and it was obvious that the "river" formed by the rock and soil was about to flow again, pushing the car down the **** deeper and swallowing it completely.

Li Changan did not dare to delay, so he quickly got back into the car and pulled off Wang Zhongmin's seat belt.

Although he has woken up, he is still a little confused.

"My mobile wallet..."

"Don't worry about it!"

Li Changan pulled him out of the car and pulled him to a leap.

next moment.

Rumbled, the frozen "river" surged again.

...

Ten minutes later.

The two supported each other and climbed back to the mountain road.

Wang Zhongmin slumped in the mud with a face full of lovelessness; Li Changan got a shower of rain on his hips, and laughed out inexplicably "Haha".

Facing each other with crazy eyes.

"Don't make a face from crying."

He slapped Wang Zhongmin on the shoulder hard.

"If one survives, there will be future fortunes!"

"The mountain fell half way down and didn't bury the two of us, indicating that the mountain **** still gave you a bit of face."

Wang Zhongmin was not angry.

"Then do I have to thank him and set a magic card for him?"

"sure."

"When the time comes, the sign will say'Raise your hands high and spare me two lives, Liangshan Fujun.'"

"right."

Wang Zhongmin was also happy.

"Every March 8th Women's Day, Lao Tzu gives it a stick of incense!"

The mountain **** deeply agreed, and heard the "boring thunder" rolling in, and the mountain collapsed again.

The two were taken aback and ran away hurriedly.

This section of the road was full of mud roads. The heavy rain poured out, and it was full of yellow mud. It was so slippery that the two of them were fleeing all the way.

After a while, the body became heavy and cold.

Call for help intentionally.

It's a pity that since I entered the mountain, the mobile phone has no signal.

The Taoist priest wiped away the mud.

"How far is this place from the village?"

"Not far."

Wang Zhongmin fell into a dog to chew on the mud, but did not flop for a while, propped his neck in the yellow mud soup.

"It takes just over half an hour to drive."

The Taoist priest was speechless.

You just say that we are dead.

However.

Suddenly, a strong light stab opened the rain, followed by the sound of the engine from far and near.

vehicle?

Li Changan thought.

According to Wang Zhongmin, the archaeological team was the only one running on this road.

Is it true that there must be a blessing if you survive a catastrophe?

Next to him, Wang Zhongmin had already jumped up from the mud and waved and shouted.

"Is it the archaeological team? Help! It's me, Wang Zhongmin!"

After a while.

It was also a van that stopped in front of them, and five people came down, all wearing raincoats, and flashing flashlights on their faces for a while.

The leader approached, his voice hoarse.

"Wang Zhongmin? Are you doing this like this?"

"Professor Shao?"

"it's me."

Wang Zhongmin breathed a sigh of relief and immediately fell into bitterness.

"Poured blood mold!"

"I ran into'Zoushan' halfway through and was almost buried alive."

"Walking Mountain" is a common name for landslides. The archaeological team on the opposite side was shocked for a few seconds before reacting, but at the same time they exclaimed. The flashlights dangling on Li Changan's body all pointed to the deeper part of the rain.

The guys in their hands are much more powerful than Li Changan's mobile phones, but as far as the light is concerned, they can still only see the yellow rock and soil, and they can't see the boundary of the landslide. It's like the joke that Taoist priests said before that half of the mountain has collapsed.

See this situation.

An unspeakable silence spread across the archaeological team, and one of the female teammates fell softly to the ground, crying loudly.

Here, the two hapless eggs who were almost buried alive looked at each other.

"What is she?"

Professor Shao's flashlight hung down speechlessly, and turned around to help the female team member.

Hesitate to speak and stop.

The final tone was low.

"We'll talk in the car."

…………

The archaeological team is very small, with only Professor Shao and his five students.

Three men and two women.

The girl who was crying and crying in the rain was Ma Chunhua; the girl who was comforting her in a low voice was Xiao Shu; the thin and tall boy who accompanied her silently was called Yi Baohua; the boy who was wearing glasses in the driver's seat was called Zeng Guangwen, and The last player...

The back seats of the van were removed, and most of the free space was occupied by a self-made stretcher on which a young man was lying.

He has beautiful features and a bookish air, but at this time his eyes are closed tightly, his face is pale, and the gauze wrapped around his abdomen is soaked with blushing blood.

"My student, Xiang Dai'an, this kid is very smart and hardworking..."

In just a few words, Professor Shao's voice was choked.

Li Changan remembered that in the photos in the archaeological team's archives, Professor Shao was over fifty and his head had fallen, but his face was round and his body was strong.

But now, he has sunken cheeks, looking haggard and rickety.

"There was an accident while working today."

He waved his hand and couldn't continue, but it's not difficult to guess what happened next.

They removed the back seat and prepared a stretcher. They were about to take the young man to the town hospital in the rain overnight, but the landslide destroyed the mountain road...

"Fuck!"

Wang Zhongmin cursed in a low voice, and the joy of the rest of his life was gone.

He took out a pack of crumpled cigarette cases from his pocket, and picked out one that could be lit. Zeng Guangwen next to him handed him a lighter and asked him to fill it up.

Wang Zhongmin put away the cigarettes, took out the packet of soft China from his jacket pocket, and scattered the cigarettes one by one.

When Professor Shao arrived, he first refused, but he changed hands and took it, skillfully lit, but only took a sip.

"Cough, cough, cough."

It was a heart-piercing cough.

The students around him greeted with concern. He just said "It's okay" and turned to look at the heavy rain outside the car.

for a long time.

Squeezed 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 at night, and there was no light in the mountains, so I couldn't see what the village looked like.

Li Changan just followed Professor Shao and them into an alley.

The alley is narrow and long, with dilapidated stone walls covered with moss on both sides, and occasionally a door is seen with a flashlight shining through it. It is dark and empty, and it has been in disrepair for a long time.

There was no voice, no dog barking, and no movement of poultry and livestock. The village seemed to be dead.

In the dead village, a silent group of people carried the dying youth and stepped into the boundless and deeper depths through the cramped and tortuous corridors.

This feels terrible.

But it's okay.

Before long, a group of people arrived in front of a compound.

The gate was built in a magnificent manner, with a cornice and painted building. Wang Zhongmin said in a low voice that this is the village's ancestral hall, which is relatively well-preserved. The archaeological team is temporarily staying here.

A group of people entered the gate and passed through the hall.

Wide inside.

There is a stage in the courtyard. The wing on the left is very dilapidated. Many coffins are parked. Several covers are ajar, and a few clumps of weeds have been drilled out. The wing on the right and Xiangtang are well preserved.

Everyone entered Xiangtang, the village was not powered on, so they could only light the kerosene lamp.

The light spread out, reflecting the densely packed magic cards in the hall.

The young man was placed in front of the magic card, the wind whimpered in, and the lights were cold and miserable, but no one had the intention to leave, they were all waiting for a well-known result.

Li Changan came to the medical kit and declined the help of others, but asked for a mirror again to treat the wounds that were soaked white by the rain.

At this moment, Zeng Guangwen and Xiao Shu had a dispute.

...

"If we were faster, we wouldn't be stuck in the mountains."

"What do you mean? You mean I am driving slowly?!"

"I didn't say that."

"That's what you mean!"

"Okay, yes! That's what it means! Don't you drive slowly? You won't be able to drive more than an hour after half an hour."

"I do it for safety."

"Safe? This is saving lives! You are timid, you are afraid!"

"I'm afraid, that kind of mountain road, it's raining so hard, and the sky is dark! Which one is not afraid? Ma Chunhua is not afraid because she is Xiang Dai'an's girlfriend, how about you?"

"I am his friend."

"Friend? You don't just want to be a friend, right?"

Yi Baohua couldn't listen anymore.

"Glasses, what are you talking about?"

"Am I wrong? Old Yi, don't lick it either. People would rather risk following the car than stay with you in the village. You can't lick it."

...

Li Changan bandaged the wound.

look up.

Wang Zhongmin was smoking suffocating smoke in the corridor; Professor Shao shrank in the corner, covering his face, crocking like a shadow; Ma Chunhua squatted on the stretcher, her face buried in her knees, without saying a word; the other three quarreling intensified.

The Taoist didn't care about them, but just walked up to the young man.

He didn't know when he opened his eyes. The beautiful Danfeng eyes were directly facing the beams of the room, and there was no trace of gaze.

Yes.

He is dead.

Li Changan closed his eyes for him and recited in a low voice.

"The gods of the ten directions are like sand and dust..."

"what are you doing?"

Sudden questioning interrupted the Taoist's chanting.

Ma Chunhua stood up and stared at her with red eyes.

The Taoist priest had already had his heart as iron stone, and calmly replied:

"Sorry."

Two words are like a spell.

Wang Zhongmin extinguished the cigarette, Professor Shao left the corner, and the three stopped arguing. They returned to the stretcher and surrounded the youth.

Ma Chunhua looked at the silent people with a flustered expression. She stroked her messy hair and smiled hard:

"Why do you all look like this? Dai'an is fine, he is just tired."

Xiao Shu held her hand worriedly.

"Chunhua..."

"Don't worry too much."

She broke away.

"Dai'an's injury is very serious, but here, in this village, there is one thing that can heal him."

Seeing her talk more and more ridiculous, Professor Shao frowned.

"Chunhua, Dai'an..." As he said, he sighed deeply, "He has passed away! Nothing in the world can save a dead person!"

"Do not!"

Ma Chunhua suddenly turned around 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 mountain ditch; for this thing, Dai'an suffered such a serious injury."

Professor Shao's face became more and more ugly.

"Student Ma, what are you talking about!"

She didn't answer, just "chichi" 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 the soul sand."

She laughed excitedly:

"Returning the soul sand!"

Her voice became louder and sharper, and finally the hysterical screams echoed in the night rain in this deserted village.

"Living dead, flesh and bones."

"Returning Soul Sand!!"