Time goes back a little further, in the early morning of this day, Eleven and Han Leng sat on the train from Shanghai to Nanchang, Jiangxi, it was now 7:45 a.m. on the 19th, Han Leng was carrying a duffel bag, while protecting Eleven away from the crowd, while closely following the archaeological team to avoid separation. After a lot of hardship, the two finally found their seats, Han Leng carefully put the luggage bag, and then took off the down jacket outside and crossed Eleven's body and hung it on the hook next to the car window.

"Eleven, do you want some water?" Han Leng turned over the chair seat and sat down, probably still feeling a little hot, and rolled up the sleeves of his sweater again, revealing the snow-white wrist inside, as well as the bracelet made of red rope colored stones on his wrist.

Eleven's eyes flashed uncontrollably, and he pointed to the bracelet on Han Leng's wrist and asked, "This?" ”

"Oh, this! My master gave it to me. Han Leng shook his wrist absently, and the colored stone in the middle of the red rope also swayed from side to side, "Is it good-looking?" ”

"Master?" Eleven looked at Han Leng suspiciously, he had never heard of Han Leng's master, why did he suddenly come out.

"The Phaseless Master of Baoguang Temple." Han Leng said casually, "I'm just like your stupid brother, no, maybe a little weaker than him, at least I can't see those ghosts." But I also want to protect Eleven. ”

"Brother Han Leng." Eleven was a little moved, this brother, who has spoiled him since he was a child, came into contact with his work in the incident of the ghost building in Hong Kong 4 years ago, so he came up with the idea of apprenticeship. If it weren't for her, he might not have used it for the rest of his life.

"What do you think, Little Eleven." Han Leng rubbed Eleven's hair until her hair was all over her head and waved his hand, "Isn't it normal for my brother to want to protect my sister." ”

Eleven lowered his head and was silent for a while before he raised his head and said to Han Leng, "Can I take a look at that stone?" ”

"Of course!" As he spoke, Han Leng untied the bracelet on his left wrist and handed it to Eleven.

Eleven took the bracelet in his hand, gently brushed the colored stone in the center of the red rope, the brown eyes behind the glasses flashed a streamer, the void of his right hand drew a few runes, and quickly hit the colored stone, only to see a few silver lines in the colored stone, piecing together the shape of a dragon, Eleven bit his finger again, and dripped a drop of his own blood onto the colored stone, the silver dragon in the colored stone trembled slightly, quickly sucked the blood inside, and along the lines of the silver dragon, the silver dragon was dyed into a red dragon, and Eleven nodded with satisfaction.

"Eleven, what are you doing?!" Han Leng didn't check for a while, but he saw Eleven bite his finger and shouted out anxiously.

"What's wrong?" Unfortunately, sitting in the front row of Eleven and Han Leng was Professor Qian, who looked at them unpleasantly, and when he heard Han Leng's shout, he stood up and asked with a calm face.

Han Leng ignored him at all, grabbed Eleven's hand and wanted to help her stop the bleeding with his mouth. Eleven hurriedly withdrew his hand, hid behind him, looked at Professor Qian with clear eyes, and said lightly, "It's okay." ”

"Humph! You'd better be good along the way and don't get us in trouble. Otherwise, I won't give Zhao Lao face, and I will send you back to Shanghai immediately! Professor Qian said dissatisfiedly, and was about to sit down, when he happened to see the colored stone in Eleven's other hand, and his face was a little surprised, "This is ......"

Seeing that Professor Qian noticed the colored stone, Eleven frowned, and held the colored stone in the palm of his hand, leaving no gaps, "We brought it ourselves." ”

Professor Qian saw Eleven's defensive appearance, and immediately felt a little dissatisfied in his heart, and he would not rob her things, but felt that Eleven was just a child and couldn't care about her, so he sat back in his seat with an unhappy face and whispered, "If you are so superstitious, you have to go to archaeology." What a misfortune for the historians! ”

Seeing him sit down, Eleven took out his fingers from behind him, put them in his mouth, and while allowing his fingers, he returned the colored stone bracelet in his hand to Han Leng and said, "I added some sigils to it." It can help you use it better. ”

"Then you don't have to use your own blood!" Han Leng said to Eleven distressedly.

"My blood matters." Eleven didn't know how to explain the necessity of doing this, so he could only say it with an extremely serious expression on his face, but the content was vague and confusing.

"Okay," Han Leng looked at Eleven's serious face and couldn't bear to blame her, took the bracelet and tied it again, and the stubble was revealed.

Eleven leaned back in his seat and watched the train start slowly and leave the station. Han Leng saw that Eleven was no longer talking, thinking that she was going to sleep, so he took out his notebook from his bag and opened it, his fingers kept tapping on the keyboard. Eleven looked out the window, and before long, she was asleep before she knew it.

Han Leng stopped, saw Eleven curled up in the seat and slept sweetly, and gently got up and took off his down jacket and covered Eleven's body. A doting smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The sleeping Eleven came to a strange place, she looked around expressionlessly, the faint cyan in front of her, like a mountain, and like a tree, in this dark place, she could see, like a layer of green painted on a black canvas, hazy, but not drowned in black. Eleven walked forward, wanting to see what was going on. But she soon found that she couldn't walk far away. Just as he was about to give up, there was a sudden sound of children laughing. Eleven looked around strangely, but couldn't see anything. Just when Eleven was frowning and distressed, a red light rose in the green in front of him, and then swallowed up the green with the power of the prairie fire, and after the red light flashed, a pair of fiery red baby shoes appeared in front of him. The baby shoes are traditional tiger head shoes, with a tiger head embroidered with gold thread on the upper, which is lifelike. The gold-striped tiger head shoes seemed to be worn by an invisible baby, jumping on the ground and running towards Eleven. Eleven watched expressionlessly as it came to him, jumping around him, and he could hear the baby's laughter during the process. The gold-patterned tiger head shoes circled around Eleven a few times, and the gold-embroidered tiger head suddenly burst out of the upper, opened its mouth wide, and pounced towards Eleven's face. Eleven was shocked and sat up straight.

Eleven touched the fine sweat on his forehead and looked at the advertisement on the back of the chair in front of him, only to realize that it was a dream.

Han Leng, who was originally typing on the keyboard, saw that Eleven, who had been sleeping well, suddenly sat up, with a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, and his face was also very pale, and hurriedly asked, "Have you had a nightmare?" Han Leng took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the fine sweat from his forehead for Eleven.

"Hmm." Eleven gasped slightly, feeling that his spirit was abnormally tired, and his spiritual power was also fluctuating uneasily, only then did he know that he had a prophetic dream. Thinking of the scene in the dream, Eleven's face couldn't help but become heavy.

"Eleven isn't afraid, it's just a nightmare." Han Leng saw Eleven's ugly face, thought it was a nightmare and was frightened, and gently patted Eleven's hair and comforted.

"I feel that this trip to the ancient tomb may not be so smooth, and there may be dangers, Brother Han Leng should be careful." Eleven calmed down his breath and turned his head to Han Leng and said seriously.

"Good!" Seeing Eleven's concerned eyes, Han Leng couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and replied softly. Eleven turned his head and looked out the window at the fast-moving scenery, his face still heavy. Seeing Eleven like this, Han Leng reached out and rubbed Eleven's hair, comforting, "Don't worry about it. The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and when you get there, won't it be clear as soon as you get there? ”

A little eleven, leaning against the window, looking tired. The spirit man's prophetic dreams usually consume the spirit and spiritual power of the spirit man, although Han Leng didn't know about this kind of thing, but she was very distressed when she saw Eleven's listless look, "You can sleep for a while." When it's time for me to call you. ”

"Okay." Eleven adjusted his position through the window, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.

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The scene of the ancient tomb of Yuxi

Zhang Dazhu sat on an old locust tree with a kettle and rested, waiting for the lunch box at noon. This old locust tree was raised by him and Zhang Hu a few days ago.

"Did you know that the king who was in charge of the vigil was sent to the hospital yesterday?" Behind Zhang Dazhu, there were several villagers who were also resting, sitting together and talking.

"No wonder I didn't see him yesterday, what's going on?" One of the tall villagers said.

"Isn't my family very close to Wang's **son's home, when I went home yesterday, I heard his wife say that when he was sent to the hospital, his face was purple, but it was scary." The villager who provoked the conversation before, he was of medium stature, dark-skinned, and no different from an ordinary country man, and when he heard someone asking, he hurriedly replied.

"Oops, so strict!" The crowd exclaimed.

"yes. I heard that it was not a very serious illness at first, but it was a little diarrhea, thinking that it was a cold at night, and brought a quilt from home. Unfortunately, it didn't work, and then it was vomiting and diarrhea, and just yesterday, I fell to the ground and rolled my eyes, scaring the big profit of the vigil together. The villager who picked up the conversation said with affection, as if he had seen it with his own eyes. Everyone sighed for a while.

"By the way, it's okay if you don't say Dali, as soon as you say that, I remember, where did Dali go? Usually he will come to help out and mix up some lunch, why didn't he see him today? Another villager looked around for a while and didn't find Dali's figure, and asked curiously.

"I saw him in the morning, but why is he gone?" The villager who was picky about the conversation straightened up and looked around, but still didn't find the figure of the villager Dali, and said puzzledly.

"I saw Dali go that way." Brother Hu walked over from the side, he pointed to the grove at the foot of the mountain, although the construction site was also built to give people a convenient place, but there are many people and few places, and it is built far away, so many villagers are directly to the grove at the foot of the mountain to solve it, and the province rushed over, but found that there was no place for you at all. It's not pleasant to hold the taste.

Hearing Zhang Hu's words, the villagers who were picking up the conversation looked at Supervisor Li, who was leading a few villagers to carry a boxed lunch, and said, "It's just right, I'll also go to make it convenient, and call him by the way, if he is late and has no boxed lunch, he will have to work on an empty stomach in the afternoon." ”

The villagers who picked up the conversation got up and walked to the grove, while everyone got up and walked to Supervisor Li, lining up to receive a boxed lunch.

After a while, a miserable scream came from the grove, and a villager who was talking together before immediately heard the voice of the villager who was picking the conversation, and hurriedly said, "That's Dawei's voice!" ”

"Quick! Let's go see what's going on? The villagers swarmed towards the grove, and before they could run into the woods, they saw the dark-skinned David stumbling out.

"David, what's wrong?" A villager hurriedly helped him who was about to fall and asked curiously.

"Quick! Dali, Dali has an accident! As soon as everyone heard this, their hearts that had just been put down were lifted again, and they ran into the grove with Dawei in their hands.

"Here!" Dawei led everyone to the depths of the grove, and saw a villager in a blue-gray cotton jacket, his face was purple, but his lips were bright red, lying on the ground motionless, looking as if he was dead.

Everyone was so frightened that they shouted, "Oh my mother! ”

One of the villagers boldly walked up, stretched out his hand and tried his snort, and found that there was no breath left, and his hand shook and almost collapsed on the ground.

"Try his neck to see if he still has a pulse?" The younger Zhang Dazhu was calmer than the others, and when he saw the frightened look of the villagers who boldly went to try his snort, he knew that he couldn't try his snort, so he hurriedly shouted. "On both sides of the neck!"

When the villager heard this, he swallowed his saliva, trembled and stretched out his finger to press the place indicated by Zhang Dazhu, and the faint beating made the villager squatting beside Dali immediately straighten up, "It's still alive!" Quick, get to the hospital! ”

When everyone heard this, they immediately picked up Dali and ran out of the woods.

When the archaeologists saw three or four people running over with a man with a purple face, they knew that something was wrong, and immediately gave up their car and sent the man to the hospital.

At noon, after Dali was taken to the hospital by car, he gradually calmed down, everyone received a boxed lunch, got together, and whispered while eating the boxed lunch in their hands, "This is already the fifth." Is this tomb guarded by evil spirits? Otherwise, how could they all end up in the hospital? ”

"Five? Except for Dali and Wang **, who else was sent to the hospital? Zhang Dazhu took two mouthfuls of food on the side and asked curiously.

"Dazhu, you've been working here, so you don't know. There are already three people at the construction site who have been sent to the hospital one after another. With the same symptoms, do you think this cemetery is a demon? A villager in his 40s next to Zhang Dazhu said that the villager had been working at the construction site with a green brick hole at first, but was transferred yesterday. Zhang Dazhu only dug a tree there on the first day of work, and then went to work on the construction site here, and the villagers there rarely encountered it, so they didn't know what was going on there.

"What evil ghosts are not evil ghosts, they are all scary. Don't think about it, just work hard. I see, they are like this because they have eaten their own bad stomachs. Zhang Dazhu said disapprehantly. As the younger generation in the village, they have more or less gone to school, so they don't believe in these ethereal things. If there really are evil spirits, aren't they the archaeologists who suffer first?

"Don't believe it, Dazhu. There are always things in this world that science can't explain. Of course, if you believe in this demon or something, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not have it. The middle-aged villager said with a smile, "But I think it's quite strange, if you want to say that we eat bad stomachs, we all eat the same, why are they the only ones who eat bad stomachs." And it happened that everyone looked the same, their faces were purple, and their lips were redder than the mouth of the girl in the city who had smeared her lipstick. Besides, they didn't get sick together, how could it be such a coincidence, you say, Dazhu? ”

Zhang Dazhu didn't say anything, lowered his head and grabbed his lunch box. The middle-aged villager was right, he really couldn't find a reasonable explanation to refute him, but let him believe that he would never be able to curse or something.

Zhang Dazhu didn't believe in ghosts or gods, of course, there was the role of the cultural knowledge he had learned, but the most important thing was that he couldn't believe it, because the innermost part of his wardrobe still had the gold and jade lock plate he stole from the ancient tomb. If he believes this, he will suffer himself.

Although Zhang Dazhu didn't believe in these and could ignore them, most of the other villagers were superstitious, and soon, the news of the haunting on the excavation site quickly spread. Many villagers even approached Director Li and asked him to find a way to suppress this evil ghost, otherwise he would say that he would not start work.

Curator Li scolded these villagers for their feudal superstition and tried his best to persuade them to continue working, but unfortunately, there was little success. As a last resort, Director Li had to call the police and let the police find out the truth of the matter.