Zhao Jing asked Miao Qingzhi to contact the left man who almost turned into a zombie before, and the efficiency of the Heavenly Master Bureau was still gray, and the call came.

After Zhao Jing hung up the phone, he left Zhao Yuan, who loved to stick to his father, and asked Zhuang Yan to drive him to the hospital.

Entering the ward, Miao Qingzhi was already sitting on the side of the bed on the left.

The left man looked haggard, and his lips were still like two pale dead fish lips, opening and closing weakly, but he seemed to be conscious.

Zhao Jing opened his eyes and looked at him, and found that the evil qi on the left person's body had been basically eliminated, and only a few traces of heat lingered between his eyebrows. This bit of yin and evil qi can be completely eliminated with the recipe given by Zhao Jing and a big pot of tonic soup.

The left man was almost alive, it can be said that half of his feet had already stepped on the Yellow Spring, and then he was pulled back alive by Zhao Jing's prescriptions and spells. Now, he has also become a man with a story.

Fortunately, the left is a faculty of archaeology, and has studied many strange objects and events, so he was able to regain his consciousness in just one day and reluctantly accept what happened.

Miao Qingzhi helped the left man sit up, he looked at Zhao Jing and said, "Mr. Zhao, thank you for saving me!" ”

Zhao Jing waved his hand, with an attitude of selfless dedication, and said politely: "No thanks, it's just a gesture." What's more, there are two elderly people involved in the rescue operation this time, and I can't have saved you without their help. Thank them if you want to! ”

When the left man heard this, Zhao Jing suddenly became tall in his mind, how selfless, how humble, and what a person who silently paid without asking for anything in return.

"Thank you anyway, you're such a nice guy!" The left person was moved to tears, and without hesitation, he sent a good person card, which made Zhao Jing touch his nose and feel a little embarrassed.

Miao Qingzhi looked at Zhao Jing, whose image was suddenly tall, and there was an indescribable weirdness written on his beautiful face. In her impression, this Instructor Zhao has always been a person who is calculating and gaining inches, and he has repeatedly asked the Heavenly Master Bureau to raise his salary.

"Alright, let's get down to business! When I learned from Aozhi that you had regained consciousness, I immediately rushed over to learn about the information you had about the ancient tomb. "Zhao Jing got straight to the point.

"I think you should ask our professor a little better, after all, he brought this archaeological mission." When the ancient tomb was lifted, the left man's mind flashed through the misfortunes and tragic fate of those colleagues, and he suddenly became silent.

Such a cruel thing happened around him, and it is difficult for a person to let go, especially if he is still a college student. For now, the performance of the left is unexpectedly calm.

Zhao Jing was also silent for a while, and then comforted: "Put your mind at ease!" They will go where they are supposed to go, and in the dark, they will arrange a creation for them in the next life. ”

After Zhao Jing finished speaking, he looked up at the ceiling, and his own mood suddenly became heavy.

Yin evil pollutes the soul, they who have lost their souls, they can't even be ghosts, zombies are out of the six realms of reincarnation, where is there any place to go.

Many of the deceased do not have any rest at all.

The three of them sorted out their gloomy mood a little, and Zhao Jing explained again: "The reason why we don't look for your professor is because we don't want more people to be involved, do you think it's appropriate to make it public?" Now I will ask you questions, but at the same time, I want to remind you that it is good to bury what happened to you deep in your heart. ”

The left nodded heavily, showing a maturity that ordinary college students and even more socially experienced people do not have.

"I can only tell you what I know, and more information will need you to dig out for yourself." The left man thought about it and finally spoke.

Zhao Jing sat on the edge of the bed, his heart was focused, and he listened attentively. Like a secretary, Miao Qingzhi took out a notebook and a pen, sat next to him, and prepared to record.

"Based on our analysis of the objects excavated from the tomb, we have come to the conclusion that this tomb is a Ming tomb, dated to about 1640. Historically, from 1637 to 1643, there was the famous Chongzhen drought, during which 23 provinces (regions) in southern and northern China suffered from severe drought, locusts were rampant, plagues were rampant, and starvation was everywhere. ”

The left person told the age and background of the ancient tomb, and when he heard the word "great drought", Zhao Jing subconsciously frowned, and wondered: "But how is this ancient tomb related to drought?" ”

"On the periphery of the ancient tomb, half of the scattered stone tablets were found. On the stele, it is the tragic situation of the great drought that is recorded. The owner of the tomb was a wealthy man with a good heart, who gave food and water during the great drought and continued his good deeds until the wealth of his family was gone. And in the end, he also invited a well-known village priest at that time and asked him to cast a spell and ask for rain. ”

The alchemist agreed to his request and said that he would not take a penny from the rich man. But he had one request, that is, to use the blood of the rich man to sacrifice to the heavens and ask the dragon king to make rain. The rich man agreed to the priest's request...... Then ......"

Zhao Jing's brows furrowed even tighter, and he asked eagerly, "Then what?" ”

"Then there was the three-year drought that continued in the township, the wind and rain were smooth, and the town was peaceful and peaceful. Because this is a story that took place in a small town, there is no record of it in history. ”

"That's it?"

"No, from the items we have obtained so far, we can only draw these inferences."

After Miao Qingzhi finished recording, he bit the tip of his pen, as if he was thinking about something.

And Zhao Jing's face was already very gloomy at this time.

Saying goodbye to the left, Zhao Jing and Miao Qingzhi got into the car.

In the car, Miao Qingzhi suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I know, I remember, there was a similar record in the Heavenly Master Bureau!" ”

Zhao Jing looked excited, and hurriedly said, "Really? Hurry up and look it up, I still need to confirm a few things. ”

"You wait!"

Miao Qingzhi took out her work computer, logged into the hidden site of the Heavenly Master Bureau, and fiddled with it for a few minutes, and finally put a piece of text in front of Zhao Jing.

"In 1640, our bureau was a Jianghu Fangshu sect at that time, and at that time, there was a very profound Heavenly Master in the sect. The celestial master did not admit that a small village was suffering from drought, but he saw that the rich man was kind-hearted, and agreed to cast spells and ask for rain. After the Heavenly Master succeeded in praying for rain, the rich man was also buried by his descendants, and the Heavenly Master left a few words and went mad. ”

These few words are: the cause of the past life, the effect of the future life. Good blood is against the will of heaven, and there will be posterity to pay for it. ”

Zhao Jing's hand finally couldn't help shaking, and the notebook almost fell under his feet.