Chapter 50 You are really the old monk’s wooden fish, born to be beaten!
Outskirts of the woods.
There was a group of people looking for someone with flashlights, and the director also came to the village in a helicopter.
When Liu Qingyan came over, everyone realized that Liu Qingyan came out holding Jiang Nanxi, and she was very careful like a princess!
The director was shocked when he saw Jiang Nanxi's face was pale and her eyes were still closed.
He hurried over and said, "Teacher Liu, what's going on with Jiang Nanxi? What danger have you encountered? Teacher Liu, please rescue her and I'll hold her!"
"No need."
Liu Qingyan said indifferently.
"We encountered some dangers just now, but they have been resolved. Nanxi was just slightly injured."
The director kindly reminded, "Teacher Liu, the rescue team is outside. They have brought a stretcher. You can put her on the stretcher and let them carry her back."
"I can hold it."
With these words, Liu Qingyan hugged Jiang Nanxi and left, returning to the village chief's house.
director:? ? ?
audience:! ! !
Is this a question of whether you can hold it or not?
There is something really wrong with you two!
Jiang Nanxi's injuries were quite serious. In addition, she spent a lot of spiritual power on An An's salvation, which caused her to fall into a coma from exhaustion.
She woke up after a night's sleep and felt better, but as soon as she used her spiritual power, she felt a faint pain in the muscles and veins all over her body.
Jiang Nanxi sat cross-legged on the bed, checked the condition of his body, and found that a tendon was injured.
"The attack of this Yin Buddha ghost weapon is really powerful. It hit me casually and injured my tendons. This thing is injured and it is not easy to recover."
Jiang Nanxi can no longer absorb spiritual energy to practice. Every time the spiritual energy circulates in her body, she will feel pain in her muscles and veins.
As the frequency of operation increases, the pain will gradually increase!
"Damn it."
Jiang Nanxi originally thought that after absorbing the energy of so many evil ghosts this time, he would be able to advance, but unexpectedly he suffered a serious injury, which caused more trouble.
She must first find relevant medicinal materials to make elixirs for treatment, and then practice cultivation after being cured, otherwise it will get worse and worse.
the next day.
The director took the staff back by helicopter first, and the remaining guests took minibuses down the mountain.
The minibus has plenty of space, not only can it seat six guests, but it can also store a lot of things in the trunk.
Song Shixing drove, Liu Qingyan sat in the passenger seat, and the other four people sat in the back.
When Jiang Nanxi got in the car, she slept heavily.
A sting.
Suddenly the car stopped.
Jiang Nanxi opened his eyes drowsily and heard Song Shixing's complaining voice.
"Why are there so many yellow papers on the roadside? The yellow papers were blown up by the wind and stuck on the car glass. I couldn't see the road clearly, and I almost drove my car into the fence."
Jiang Nanxi looked at the stone wall next to the road.
There were no trees on it, and rows of cave dwellings had been dug out of the desolate stone walls.
The yellow paper was scattered from those cave dwellings.
The wind on the mountain was very strong, howling and blowing down more and more yellow paper. Many fell on the car, and most of them stuck to the glass in front.
Song Shixing had no choice but to park the car first, get out of the car and tear off the yellow paper on the front glass.
Others originally wanted to help, but they heard a cry for help coming from the cave nearby.
"Help, help..."
The cry for help was feeble, old and weak, sounding like an injured old man. Song Shixing paused for a moment, then turned around and asked Liu Qingyan, "Brother Qingyan, did you hear someone calling for help?"
"I heard it."
Liu Qingyan glanced at the direction of the cave dwellings and said, "It seems to be coming from those cave dwellings."
Song Shixing followed his line of sight and looked over, "Why are there so many cave dwellings? Did someone else dig it and use it for firing porcelain here?"
"This kind of cave is not used for making porcelain."
Just as Liu Qingyan finished speaking, the old cry for help came again, "Help, help me..."
"Did an old man accidentally fall in and be unable to climb out? Let's go take a look?"
Song Shixing was about to walk towards the cave dwelling when Jiang Nanxi got out of the car and stopped him.
"If you're not an old man, don't go there."
Jiang Nanxi explained, "These are Jisi kilns. The family sends the old man to the Jisi kiln, puts some food in it and leaves it to fend for itself. When the old man dies in the cave, it becomes the old man's property." Tomb.”
"What?!"
Song Shixing was shocked.
"Why is there such a thing? Isn't it forcing the old man to die? The cry for help we heard, is there an old man who was sent here by his family and can't get out?"
"In ancient times, materials were scarce, and living in kilns was very common in some areas. But in modern times, it has been abolished long ago, and basically no one would do it. There are no old people trapped in these kilns."
Jiang Nanxi pointed to the row of cave dwellings.
"If you look at the outside of the cave dwellings, there are only damaged door slots and door bolt marks. There is nothing to block the entrance. This shows that these cave dwellings have not been used for a long time. If an old man is sent to die inside, the family will definitely bring something to the cave dwelling. Seal.”
After Jiang Nanxi finished speaking, the old and weak cry for help came again, and the tone became more urgent and a bit sad.
"Help, help me, help me..."
Song Shixing frowned and asked, "If there is no old man inside, where does this sound come from? He has been calling for a long time."
"The old people who died here in the past were all sent here by their families and locked up in there to starve to death. These old people were very resentful after they died, and most of them would stay where they were."
Jiang Nanxi's eyes darkened and he added, "If my guess is correct, it should be an evil spirit bred by resentment, imitating the old man's voice to lure humans into the cave dwelling."
[Really or falsely, is that so evil? 】
[There used to be a Jisi kiln in our place, but no one is using it anymore. It is illegal to use it. But I don’t see any evil spirits arising from resentment. The second half must have been compiled by Jiang Nanxi. 】
"He screamed so miserably."
Song Wanwan got out of the car and said, "I think it must be an old man. Maybe there is an old man passing by and can't get in or out. Let's go take a look."
Song Wanwan also glanced at the camera and said to Jiang Nanxi, "You just want to save trouble and want to get down the mountain early, so you made up such a bunch of things to prevent us from rescuing people, right? Jiang Nanxi, you are so vicious."
[I also think it’s better to go in and take a look, just in case there are really old people trapped inside. How desperate that old man must be if you just leave like this! 】
[Wanwan is right. Jiang Nanxi is a selfish person. He probably deliberately made up a bunch of nonsense to get everyone to leave in order to save himself trouble. 】
Jiang Nanxi couldn't help but sigh, looked at Song Wanwan and said quietly, "You are really the old monk's wooden fish."
Song Wanwan frowned and asked, "What?"
"Born to be beaten!"
Jiang Nanxi suddenly grabbed Song Wanwan's hair and dragged her towards the death kiln, "You really want to be a saint and save people, right? I want you to save as many as you can!"
(End of chapter)