Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 88 Awakening (22)

Xiangxi Dashan.

The thunderstorm was amazing.

Heaven is angry.

The helicopter used for rescue has completely lost its function, and can only rely on ground rescue. Every rescuer, at the risk of sacrifice, walks into the mountain step by step. The road ahead has been repaired, but the deep mountain No one can guarantee that there will be no problems in the road.

There is no road there, even if there is, it is a small road.

If it weren't for a coincidence, the tomb robbers stole the ancient tomb in the deep mountain, and no one would know.

The roads that can be opened to traffic have been opened up long ago. The problem now is not the roads that can be opened to traffic.

The question now is whether there is any problem with the small road that was not open to traffic in the first place.

If there is also collapsed.

The consequences could be disastrous!
Still night.

Those who are blown by the wind are about to drift away.

Can't keep my eyes open.

Everyone is really worried.

"Captain, the road ahead has been opened!"

The rescuers shouted in the captain's ear. The wind was strong and the thunder was louder. If they were not shouting like this, others would not be able to hear them at all.

The captain was so tired that his whole body was going to collapse, his body was covered in mud, cold and hard.

He also forgot when was the last time he ate hot food.

Even the spirit is in a trance.

Fortunately, the rain stopped.

But no one knows when the rain will continue to fall.

Take advantage of the rain to stop, all in one go.

"Okay, change, move forward! Pay attention."

The captain also roared loudly. He mustered up his energy, clapped his hands, and signaled everyone to be careful, and they must be very, very careful about their feet.

"be careful."

The people around passed him one after another

But when he was talking, he felt that everything was quiet around him, and it seemed that no one was paying attention to him.

After finishing speaking, he spun around, turned around and fell down.

"Bang", a lot of mud was hit.

"team leader?"

Someone pulled the captain up, the captain was fine, he was snoring.

It's so tiring.

He fell asleep standing up.

"Substitute, let's go!"

Someone dragged the captain down in a hurry, at the speed of life and death.

Everyone has no choice.

Fortunately, this time, many people came.

The first few people who entered the mountain area all retreated and were fine.

In full swing.

It's just that the captain who was sent away frowned tightly.

It looked extremely uncomfortable.

Even though he fainted from exhaustion, his ears still kept ringing, but this time, what came out of his ears was not the sound of thunder and lightning at all, nor was it the sound of cheering cheers from everyone.

What passed through his ears now was the sound used for offering sacrifices.

Countless people used their deep guttural voices to continuously resonate with something. In this deep mountain, there seemed to be something planning to wake up.

No, not planning to wake up.

It is waking up.

These people, in front of this behemoth that is about to wake up, are small and pitiful, almost like a group of people, walking towards the bottomless darkness.

A journey into the unknown.

The captain was inexplicable, and suddenly felt a great incomprehensible fear in his heart.

He wanted to call out, but his body was like a ghost pressing a bed.

Consciousness is somewhere between fantasy and reality.

Powerless.

The captain is very spiritual.

The opportunity is deep.

It's a pity that if you don't pay attention to this now, the captain can still hear the voice full of righteousness in the voice of the priest.

However, compared to the former.

The latter is still somewhat weak.

……

a few hours later.

in the camp.

The silence is terrifying.

A strange voice came over.

Mixed with the scent and the smell of blood like rust.

The turmoil in front has ended, and the only thing left is the blood everywhere, as well as the strange smell, the smell left by the gunpowder smoke.

The surrounding trees were washed away by the heavy rain not long ago, and the smell of corpses was slightly reduced.

The smell in the air is no longer disgusting.

Even so, those staff members hanging in the camp above seemed to still be staring at the camp with unsatisfied eyes.

They were pierced by banyan trees.

No life.

The blood was converging towards one point, and was stopped again.

Those who stood in front of them were dead.

That heroic man, he stopped several tragedies from happening.

Died of exhaustion.

There are even more living people, who are constantly crawling towards the depths of the deep forest, but it can be seen from their bleeding eyes that their eyes have long been blind.

There was a voice calling them back, but they turned a deaf ear.

In this camp.

A resentful and gloomy voice rang out. The spell, which was originally used to subdue the shadows and demons, became extremely treacherous in such an environment.

It was as if someone was laughing, and in the uncontrollable smile, the spell was clearly spit out.

As the wind blew, the voice became more ethereal and invisible.

【Nanmo Sapo】

【Bo Tuo Bodi】

【Sample Cons】

【Namo Sadonan】

【San Miao San Bodhisattva】

【Juzhinan】

……

It was the Shurangama Sutra, and there was another voice coming over, the same strange and abnormal, which made people feel cold all over.

[Zhou Jue bids for the emperor's morning, forgiveness and reconciliation two]

[Marriage in flames like heaven, flourishing like glory]

[Wucheng Yishen Peak, Tianzhao Tunqing River]

【Changhe Lin Danjing, Yunmen Yuchao】

[Seven non-tongqi covers, even Wan also applies magic]

[Liutian Hengbei Road, this is the house of ghosts and gods]

Under the Pak Emperor's curse, as thin as a gossamer, an ancient altar was washed out in the heavy rain.

Someone had a big funeral here.

It's a pity that this big ceremony didn't seem to change any major trends.

In front of the empty altar, a large number of tablets were cracked and decayed.

The strange thing is that the incense watch and the incense candle have traces of burning.

Like it just burned.

However, the divinity of the god card above is lost.

Whether it is the Shurangama Suppressing Mantra or the Northern Emperor Fu Demon Mantra, with the passage of time, they have gradually lost their effects.

A pair of excellent Gang Mao made of jade was just exposed to the heavy rain.

Gangmao, a common exorcism in the Han Dynasty.

Jade is considered to be the most top-notch raw material.

On this Gang Mao, there are also mantras engraved.

The shank was also split open, and blood oozed out of it.

The situation of total annihilation did not occur.

There are still people alive in the camp.

In other words, many people are still alive.

However, their condition looks extremely bad.

Both of Professor Han's eyes became blood holes.

Beside him, Xu Nian's senior brother lay twisted and died on the ground.

Outside the open tent, several students who lost their eyes were dying.

Xu Nian's senior brother looked extremely scary. His eyes were wide open, but the eyes were still there, but the expression on his face was so distorted that people couldn't recognize who he was at all.

Professor Han is still alive, but he is not much different from dying.

"Sorry, teacher."

His hand was tightly holding the USB flash drive.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Professor Han only had this sentence left, like an obsession, repeated over and over again.

The wind blows, and there are human voices.

"Okay, we found it, we..."

That was the cry of the rescuers, and they saw a miracle again, that is, after entering the mountain, the section of road washed away by the torrent was not as much as they imagined, but after arriving at the camp, what he saw was far beyond that. Beyond his imagination, when he saw this scene, the visual impact was too great.

He wobbled and almost threw up.

(End of this chapter)