Chapter 35

overed something strange at that moment."What's wrong, Yunfeng"I pointed at the two bronze statues, resembling terracotta warriors, and said, “There are pits under these bronze statues, aren't there L...In the 1970s, Jilin University published a book called "World Fungi Popular Science." Because of poor sales, it was only printed in the first edition. On page 142 of this book, a strange fungus was recorded in the form of a plate. This thing is Huangbei Lao Lian, and there are folk rumors in the Wuzhi Mountains of Guangxi that it is used for summoning souls.

This kind of folk taboo thing, summon spirits, you know, people have different perspectives. Although I'm not a professional Taoist priest or sorcerer, I have personally seen some things. I'll tell you about them sometime in the future.

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Speaking of which, Sun Lao Da just blurted out the words "summoning souls," and with us being in a graveyard right now, anyone hearing that would feel a chill down their spine, including this little mole.

A mole took two steps back and glared at Sun Lao Da: "Elder Brother, can you say something auspicious Don't you see where we are now"

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Having said that, several people moved away from the fungi on the wood.

At that time, I felt a little strange. The tomb at the beginning emitted the fragrance of camphor wood, but the wooden mountains made by the artisans of the Western Zhou Dynasty were obviously made of cypress. Cypress is known for its resistance to decay over millennia. This is because the wood itself has certain preservative properties and a layer of preservative was applied on top. With these two reasons, the wood could remain intact for thousands of years, which explained this phenomenon.

Where is the sandalwood scent coming from

Perhaps the coffin is made of camphor wood I'm not quite sure.

"Everyone look separately. Look for places between the wooden planks where someone could squeeze through, that might be a path left by the craftsmen themselves."

“Sun Lao Da held up a torch and looked at us,”

Several people temporarily separated, each about six or seven meters away from the others, still able to see each other.

I held a torch and searched in the southwest corner of the wood.

"Huh" I rubbed my eyes hard.

I thought I was seeing things, because just now I seemed to see a dark shape curled up in the crack of the wood.

Rubbing his eyes, he took a closer look.

Besides wood, there's nothing.

After all, I was still young and not very brave. So, I felt a little scared and unconsciously took two steps back.

"Third brother, Big brother," I called out twice.

The torch only illuminated a small area in front of me, the surroundings were very dark.

I called out twice, but no one answered me.

I swallowed nervously and slowly turned around, holding the torch.

No one is here.

A mole, Sun Laoda, Sun Lao san.

It all vanished into thin air!

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew out of nowhere, and my pupils dilated.

My lips trembled as I shouted: "Third Brother! Big Brother! Red Sister!"

Still, no reply. In this enclosed space, there wasn't even an echo.

It was pitch black all around.

My first thought.

Are you experiencing déjà vu

When I was little, the elders in the village often told stories about ghost hitting walls. They said it was a ghost playing tricks on people. If you ran around inside aimlessly, you could die from falling or drowning, and you would spend your whole life spinning in circles.

I was scared, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"Yúnfēng, what are you doing over there" Suddenly, someone spoke to me from behind.

This familiar voice.....I will never forget.

The second brother.

"Second Brother!" I held up my torch and turned back suddenly.

There is nothing behind me, only darkness.

His face drained of color as he took two steps back. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the amulet that Yao Yumen had given me, clutching it tightly in my palm.

Little Gaga's amulet still has the warmth of my body on it. I hold it in my palm and feel a bit of heat.

"Yún Fēng! I'm here, come find me," came the voice of Sun Lao Er again. have any real skills.Therefore, rumors circulated among the people after the bridge was built, saying that Chen Jitang had buried many mentally handicapped men and women in the concrete foundation of...