Chen Xue and Zhang Lingyuan stood behind Zhao Qi, looking at him curiously, this rather strange atmosphere made both of them subconsciously relax their breathing.

Zhao Qi lit the three sticks of incense, and then inserted the incense into the white rice and placed it in front of Li Bikang.

Li Bikang was vague, and his eyes looked blankly at the bright and dark sparks in front of him.

The bell hanging from the red string of his finger hung in mid-air, and although the breeze blew, it did not make any sound.

"As soon as the fire on the shoulder is extinguished, the ghost road is eternal. The second is to extinguish the overhead lamp, and the ghosts all around are ......"

Call......

Just as Zhao Qi's voice fell, the trees on both sides suddenly began to rustle, and gusts of wind struck, giving people a sense of immediacy in the dark.

"Jingle bell...... Jingle bell ......"

The bell hanging on the red rope began to make a sound desperately, and this sound drilled into the ears of Chen Xue and Zhang Lingyuan, only to feel the qi and blood in the body surging, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, Zhao Qi frowned.

"There is more than one ghost here!"

As he spoke, Zhao Qi quickly grabbed one of Li Bikang's fingers, then pierced the tip of his finger, and then dripped it on the red rope.

"Blood relatives, take the bell as the guide, come quickly, borrow yourself to ask!"

Zhao Qi shouted violently, and a very coercive aura spread out on his body, and in an instant, the wind and waves stopped, and everything was depressed.

"This ...... This is...... What's going on? ”

A group of experts and professors looked at the picture in front of them in disbelief, and this scene made everyone feel an inexplicable weirdness.

The strange weather changes just now subsided in an instant under Zhao Qi's scolding, which is not something that can be explained by scientific common sense.

No one knew what was going on, but several of the folklore experts were oozing sweat from their foreheads.

"I once saw an ancient book that seemed to mention what Mr. Zhao had just said.

That one is about the method of asking Mi to invite ghosts, and it is almost exactly the same as what Mr. Zhao is doing now! ”

"Ghosts, please? How can there be ghosts in this world? ”

A group of experts and professors felt a little difficult to accept this theory, you must know that even these folklore experts present only stand on the academic point of view for the study of folklore, and the main research direction is the origin and evolution of folklore, so as to deduce the development of ancient society.

Believing in ghosts and gods and studying folklore is not in conflict, just like these professors who study myths and legends, they only study the origin of myths and their correspondence with the social environment at the time, rather than really studying where these gods and goddesses are.

Even the folk master who has been playing with literature is rarely silent at the moment.

For most people, the many exquisiteness of folk knowledge is more like a kind of wisdom passed down from ancestors.

Whether it is a white shop or a cumbersome regulation, it is a kind of tribute to the dead and a culture that has been passed down from generation to generation.

But for the theory of ghosts and gods, in the end, even the attitude of this folk master is very vague.

No one has ever seen ghosts and gods with their own eyes, so they can't pat their chests and say categorically that there are ghosts and gods in this world.

But what this Zhao Jian Shi is doing now obviously fully explains his attitude towards this matter.

I also want to invite the ghost to come up and ask questions, isn't this a big joke in the world?

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became heavy, and a hundred and ten pairs of eyes looked at the big screen in amazement, wanting to know what would happen next?

Kang Lei has been sitting quietly on the sidelines, paying attention to the emotional changes of each professor.

This class is very important for all of you, if you don't let them quickly realize what they are about to deal with.

Then entering the Qin Heavenly Prison in time will not play much of a role.

And it just so happened that Tang Lei also wanted to see the god scene with his own eyes, which was something he had been looking forward to for a long time, and he couldn't help but look at it.

"Jingle bell...... Jingle bell ......"

The crisp sound of the bell was no longer as noisy as the last time, as if the previous jammers had disappeared.

Visible to the naked eye, the red rope suspended in mid-air began to bend one by one, and each bend caused the bell tied to the red rope to make a crisp sound.

Chen Xue covered her mouth in surprise, this scene looked like someone was dragging the rope and gradually approaching Li Bikang.

Zhang Lingyuan's face was also full of disbelief, and at the same time, he also noticed that the bowl of white rice between Zhao Qi and Li Bikang had begun to turn a little black.

"Son, son, it's really you!"

Li Bikang, who had been in a daze, suddenly stared at his front with wide eyes, and shouted emotionally.

At this moment, Zhao Qi stood up, grabbed a handful of white rice that was already a little blackened, and stuffed it into Li Bikang's mouth.

At the same time, Li Bikang suddenly stiffened, and then began to tremble uncontrollably.

But the process didn't last a few seconds, and suddenly his body went limp, and his head drooped to the side as if he had lost all his strength.

"What's going on, what's wrong with him?"

The professors looked at this scene in confusion, and it seemed that Li Bikang seemed to have suddenly lost consciousness, which added a bit of weirdness to the scene that everyone saw in front of them.

But Zhao Qi didn't seem to be surprised, he crossed his legs again unhurriedly, sat opposite Li Bikang, and then asked in a deep voice:

"Whoever comes, report the name."

"I ...... My name is Li Da, where am I......"

Li Bikang slowly opened his eyes, but Chen Xue and Zhang Lingyuan noticed that Li Bikang's eyes, which had always been a little cloudy, had become clear at the moment, although his face had not changed, but it felt as if he had changed someone.

And the voice that came out of Li Bikang's mouth was no longer the slightly old tone it had before.

Listening to the voice, it was clearly a young man, and his tone was extremely panicked.

Bang!

Suddenly, the entire conference room was in an uproar, and several professors stood up suddenly, and the sound of tables and chairs smashing sounded one after another, and they looked at the scene in front of them in horror.

This is obviously a different person, but how is it possible?

Did he really invite a ghost to come up?

Are there really ghosts in this world?

Whether there are ghosts in this world has always been something that many scientists want to figure out.

Some foreign scientists even brought dying people to the laboratory for observation, and finally came to the conclusion that when people die, they will lose 21~25 grams of weight.

And in the process, some instruments also detected an unknown energy emanating from the human body.

Therefore, the conclusion of the experiment is that the 21~25 grams may be the weight of the soul, and the unknown substance emitted may be the ghost that is often referred to as the folk.

However, this kind of scientific conclusion has not been fully popularized in the scientific community, and science needs to be verified, but there has been no effective way to verify this matter for hundreds of years.

After all, only the dead can know if there are ghosts......

Therefore, the vast majority of people still maintain a denial attitude towards the theory of ghosts and gods.

It is precisely this point of view that makes the scene in front of him even more strange.

Chen Xue subconsciously took a step back and let out a young man's voice from the mouth of a middle-aged man, which was originally a terrifying thing.

And the voice sounded ethereal, as if the person making the voice was in a very empty environment, and there was even a faint echo between the words.

"Li Da, Li Bikang's son......"

Zhao Qi looked at Li Bikang in front of him without changing his face and said:

"You are so bold, your parents raised you so big, but you caused your mother to be unconscious in the first seven souls, and turned your father into such a crazy appearance, how can this be reasonable?"

Zhao Qi looked at Li Bikang and questioned with a fierce voice, but when he heard this, Li Bikang waved his hand in a panic, causing the bell between his fingers to sound loudly.

"No, no, that's not me, that's not me!"

The young voice grew more and more flustered, even a little helpless.

Zhao Qi frowned slightly, and then accentuated his tone:

"Then you'd better explain it clearly, or I'll make you lose your soul."

While talking, Zhao Qijian picked up two grains of white rice with his fingers.

This Li Da suddenly panicked even more, and even the voice he made began to tremble.

"Master, I died unjustly, I was killed by the water ghost in the river, and I was trapped in the river.

The water ghost swapped its corpse with my corpse's clothes, and it was difficult to discern its face after a long soak.

When someone came to retrieve the body, they mistook the corpse of the water ghost for mine.

When the monument is erected and buried, the water ghost will have to be freed, but I am trapped in the river, and I can only get out of it after I find a substitute......"

Li Da's voice began to become desolate, and at the end of the day, his voice even became a little sharp because of anger.

Kelpie......

This is something that Zhao Qi never thought, although there are ghosts in this world, but heaven and earth have their own home, if there is no special opportunity, there will be no ghosts hurting people.

Is it because of the resurgence of yin qi?

But after investigating in this village for so long, I didn't feel anything to cause fluctuations, what is going on?

Just as Zhao Qi was thinking, Li Da's voice came again:

"I wandered aimlessly by the river, no one could see me, and I couldn't ask for help.

Fortunately, I met an old man in the forest, who was also a high-ranking man, and was able to see me.

He told me that there was a way to help me, and that was to help me rejuvenate in the first seven years and ask my parents for help.

I didn't think about how it came to be the way it is, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it! ”

Li Da emphasized his unintentional actions over and over again, and at this moment, Zhao Qi probably understood the ins and outs of the matter.

However, the old man mentioned in Li Da's mouth seems quite strange.

"Although you didn't do it intentionally, you also need to know that people and ghosts have different paths, and the yin energy in your body is a great impact on the living, not to mention that your father and mother are already old and lack yang energy, and after being disturbed by yin energy, the impact will naturally be greater than others.

If the old man you are talking about is really a master, how can you not know this. ”

Zhao Qi thought about it and said, but he also knew this question, and Li Da obviously couldn't have any answers.

Although there are still many doubts about this whole thing, this Li Da is also a hard-working person after all.

Therefore, after sighing softly, Zhao Qi made a decision:

"It's also unintentional to miss you, and it's also a chance that I can come here, and it's impossible to ignore this matter.

I will salvage your body and rebury it so that you can be freed as soon as possible.

I'll take care of the rest.

But it's still the same sentence, people and ghosts have different paths, don't stay too long in this yang world......"

Li Da's emotions suddenly became very excited, and it was obvious that the state he was in at the moment made him very painful.

"Thank you!"

Zhao Qi pinched off the three incense sticks that were burning.

"Poof!"

Li Bikang shuddered again, and then spit out all the white rice stuffed in his mouth.

Originally, the white rice was only slightly dark, but now it has turned pure black.

There is even a sticky black liquid between the white rice.

"I'm ...... What's wrong? ”

What surprised Chen Xue and Zhang Lingyuan was that Li Bikang, who woke up again, was no longer the crazy appearance he had before.

His eyes were cloudy, but they were bright, and his speech was back to normal.

Zhao Qi untied the red rope tied to Li Bikang's hand, and then patted him on the shoulder:

"It's okay, the reason why so much is happening is because you didn't bury your son's body.

His body is still in the river, and I will recover it as soon as possible, bury it again, and it will all be over.

As for your wife, don't worry, since I have intervened in this matter, there must be a good beginning and a good end. ”

Li Bikang looked at Zhao Qi in surprise, he didn't understand what he was talking about at all, until now he still thought that his son had been buried in the ground, but he never thought that there was a big misunderstanding in it.

And this time, the technique of asking rice to summon ghosts caused a great shock to all the experts and professors.

Despite the fact that the whole process only lasted 10 minutes, it confirmed several things to these experts and professors.

For everyone, the biggest shock is that there are ghosts in this world, and it is not difficult to see from Zhao Qi's words that there seems to be a ghost habitat in this world, which is likely to be the netherworld in folklore.

This is enough to change the core view of the academic projects investigated by many experts.

The pins in the entire conference room could be heard, and the experts couldn't come back to their senses for a long time, and their expressions were a little stiff.

At this moment, they really understood what Zhao Qi meant when he said that he would see it with their own eyes.

They are not intervening in an academic discussion, but following Zhao Qi to accept the real and unknown side of the world.

A professor of folklore excitedly turned on the computer he carried with him, and his computer screen also displayed a paper of tens of thousands of words, once published in the future, after all, it will be sought after and praised by countless people.

But after only a few glances, the professor did not hesitate to delete the paper.

Because he suddenly discovered that this seemingly logically rigorous folklore treatise was nothing more than a child's whisper, one-sided and naïve......

When all the words were deleted, the professor slowly typed down six more words:

The Truth of the Folk Customs of Qin Tianjian

(End of chapter)