I asked, "Would you like to see it?" ”

Qin Lan stared at me for a long time, only to realize that my expression was solemn and there was no intention of joking, and then he stammered and asked in horror, "Really...... It's true? ”

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, the root of all qi, extensive cultivation of catastrophe, proof of my divine ......"

I'm going to chant a mantra to let Qin Lan temporarily clear the yin. Otherwise, if he doesn't trust me, it will be difficult for the investigation of the Imperial Tomb to progress.

Suddenly, two security guards interrupted my chanting of a mantra carrying a celadon vase.

"Report to the director, we didn't find the missing archaeological researcher, but this thing was found in the cave that was dug up ahead."

"You send more people to continue the search, and by the way, send all the excavated artifacts to my studio for study."

"Understood."

"Wait a minute!"

I stopped two security guards and told them to place the vase on the ground, while I watched from three meters away.

From the thickness of the breath carried by the bottle, I can roughly judge that it was built in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, but the bottle is small and large.

The blue and white inscription on the top translates to a requiem spell, more like an urn for the dead.

But who would transform a columbarium altar into a vase......

Although I didn't perceive any evil yin qi from the body of the vase, there was always a strong sense of foreboding in my heart.

Qin Lan suggested, "Professor Qin, you can get closer and watch. ”

I glanced at him and said lightly, "What if something in it hurts me?" ”

Poof—

The two security guards carrying the bottles couldn't help but laugh. Only Qin Lan's pretty face was solemn.

After so many things, although Qin Lan didn't fully believe my words, he paid enough attention to them.

After staring at the bottle for a long time, I still didn't find a reason, so I shook my head and said, "I'm not sure if this thing is good or bad, but it's not ashes or corpses in it." ”

"You'd better bury the bottle back."

"Haha, little brother, it's too funny for you to make this joke." One of the security guards patted me on the shoulder and said with a grin, "Could it be that people in the past had a problem and liked to put the ashes or corpses of their ancestors in a vase and enjoy them every day?" ”

"Professor? I think it's almost like a beast. ”

"Carrying half a brick, you really think of yourself as an expert......"

Someone got up, and the rest of the people followed with ridicule, and I was far away from the vase, facing everyone with a calm face.

Qin Lan looked embarrassed, "Professor Qin, this is a national cultural relic, my job is to find out the corresponding age from it, improve the historical documents, and I am not qualified to dispose of the cultural relics." ”

I said, "Whatever you want." ”

The search team continued, and Qin Lan and I went back to the courtyard first to wait......

It probably rained a few days ago, and the sun was shining in the past few days, and the air was extremely hot, like putting people in a huge steamer.

In the car, Qin Lan couldn't help but complain, "There is no air conditioning in the courtyard, and people must not be killed by heat this day." When I turn around, I will definitely tear down the roof of the house and install a central air conditioner. ”

I said, "The feng shui of the courtyard house is arranged by a master person, and even a brick or stone can be easily changed." ”

"And in this kind of weather, the courtyard won't be stuffy, you'll know later."

Qin Lan also wanted to refute that the off-road vehicle had already stopped at the gate of the courtyard.

The moment you get out of the car, the cool feeling takes away the tiredness, and the wind blowing through the hall when you open the door blows through your cheeks, and the refreshing feeling is something that air conditioning can't bring.

Qin Lan was stunned at the door for a long time, and it could be seen from her confused expression that she had deeply questioned the education she had received for more than 20 years.

I ignored Qin Lan, went to the living room to make a cup of tea, drank tea and sat quietly.

On the desktop, there was a printed copy of Qin Lan's resume, and I flipped through it curiously.

Qin Lan, 25 years old, whose ancestral home is Wawushan, Sichuan, inherited his grandfather's research institute, specializing in archaeological excavations, collecting documents to improve and make up for historical gaps, and his research results have an important impact on the world.

At present, the relevant part of the research is strongly supported and listed as a strategic researcher.

No wonder, Qin Lan was able to mobilize so many security department personnel, as well as a professional mechanical equipment research institute, it turned out to be a person with real skills.

Young and promising, high-powered, and beautiful as a flower, it is rare for people like this to have no arrogance and treat me with great courtesy.

About ten minutes later, Qin Lan walked out of the research room, still holding a printed document in his hand.

Qin Lan handed me the document and said respectfully, "Professor Li, please check it to see if there are any problems with my investigation results." ”

I glanced at it, and on the document was a scanned picture of a vase, marked with the size, age, and even the extremely obscure requiem spell, all translated by Qin Lan.

I said, "Your knowledge is rare, but the Requiem Charm has been translated incorrectly." ”

The requiem spell on the vase is a classic book of the late Ming Dynasty, and it has almost been lost, and some obscure characters except for me, I am afraid that no one in the world can translate them.

I picked up the pen and sketched out the characters that Qin Lan had written incorrectly, and wrote the correct annotations.

"It's a god!" Qin Lan looked at me with an undisguised look of admiration,

"Today at the archaeological site, you can accurately see the age of the vase from three meters apart, which is surprising enough!"

"I only translated part of the words on this vase, and the rest can only be painted according to my own understanding!"

"I didn't expect that the errors you pointed out in the literature were all part of my personal imaginary annotations, whether it was coherence or artistic conception, they were exactly the same as the original text!"

I said, "I've read the original text, it's a book of evil arts." My final suggestion is that you'd better throw the vase away. ”

Qin Lan looked a little embarrassed, "The cultural relics belong to the state, and I am only responsible for research and storage, and I don't have this right." ”

"Or ...... Let's leave it overnight today, and I'll find someone to take it to the museum tomorrow? ”

"Whatever you want."

What is lodged in the vase is nothing more than an evil thing, I am not afraid of all evils by nature, and it is Qin Lan who is really in danger.

There is only so much I can persuade, and the rest depends on her creation......

In order to hand over the excavated cultural relics the next day, Qin Lan needed to rush to make materials in the living room overnight.

I went to the small room in the southwest corner early, lay down on the bed, relieved of my fatigue, and fell into a deep sleep.

At midnight, the yin qi between heaven and earth gradually became thicker, and something that was dormant was also quietly recovering......

A burst of gongs and drums sounded, followed by bursts of low chanting and singing, such as resentment and admiration, such as crying and complaining.

The singing is like Peking Opera, and it is not so standard, this lively activity is like a meeting in a hurry.

I pushed open the door in confusion, and found that the living room at the end of the corridor in front of me had completely changed its appearance.

The original dignified and neat furnishings of the hall have disappeared completely.

Under the semicircular stage in the north, there are all kinds of simple tables, chairs and benches, and there are melon and fruit snacks on them.

The stage was similarly rudimentary, with only a few planks covered with a worn red cloth.

At the foot of the stage, there are old men wearing coarse linen clothes and long hair in shawls, beating gongs and drums, and making noise about the atmosphere.

Scattered below are farmers with hoes, or village women with Run'er in their arms.

Qin Lan was also sitting at one of the tables, her delicate body trembled, her face was pale, and tears were about to fall out when she saw me.

I made a shushing gesture to her and sat down beside her.

After a while, the curtain was lifted, and after everyone applauded, Da Wusheng turned his head and went backstage.

Takeshi's face is painted with white clay on the wall and ash at the bottom of the pot, and the appearance is extremely simple.

The audience watched with relish, and applauded one after another, and I applauded too.

Qin Lan leaned half of his body against me, and asked with a trembling voice, "Professor Li, what the hell is going on!" ”

I said calmly, "This is some kind of yin and evil thing with powerful energy, an illusion created by the spiritual realm, and the yin spirits that exist in it are trapped in this energy field, repeating what happened day after day. ”

"In layman's terms, it's a ghost hitting a wall."

"It can't be!"

Qin Lan's education, as well as her identity, did not allow her to believe what I said.

But after Qin Lan's voice was amplified by a few decibels, the "guests" watching the play around them all turned their heads and glared at us viciously.

There was an old woman with a gloomy face, cheekbones as if they were about to open the flesh, and scarlet eyes as if they were about to burst with blood.

The grandson in her arms, rotting to the bone, grinned at us.

I poked Qin Lan in the shoulder and whispered, "Imitate according to my practice." ”

When the martial artists on the stage finished the last follow-up vote, I took the lead in applauding, "Okay!" ”

Qin Lan was so frightened that he panicked, and he also closed his eyes and applauded vigorously.

At this moment, the guy who originally hated us showed a smile on his face.

I asked Qin Lan, "Now do you believe what I say?" ”

Qin Lan nodded desperately, wishing that his whole body would fall into my arms.

Li ...... Professor Li, are we too late to run? ”

I said, "It's too late." The vase you brought with you today is so big that it imprisons us in the energy field, and we don't want to go out again. ”

"And there are so many ghosts, if you anger them, you will be attacked by a group."

"What then!?" Qin Lan's little face turned pale, and he trembled even more.

I said, "Wait." ”

"What are you waiting for?"

"When these ghosts finish watching the show, they will eat us as snacks."

Qin Lan pursed her mouth, tears gurgled down, even so, she didn't dare to sobble loudly.

She muttered, "I'm sorry, if I had listened to you and thrown this damn bottle away, this wouldn't have happened......"

Hearing Qin Lan's words, I was finally completely relieved.

Qin Yin asked me to cooperate with Qin Lan to find out the whereabouts of the Emperor's Tomb. But Qin Lan's subjective consciousness is too strong, not only does he not obey the command, but he will also stab Lou Zi in his own way.

If you don't scare her this time, the survey won't go well in the future.