Chapter 50 You are really the old monk’s wooden fish, born to be beaten!
Outside the woods.
A group of people were looking for someone with flashlights, and the director also came to the village by helicopter.
When Liu Qingyan came over, everyone realized that Liu Qingyan was holding Jiang Nanxi in his arms, and it was a very careful princess hug!
The director was shocked when he saw Jiang Nanxi’s pale face and closed eyes.
He hurried over and said, "Teacher Liu, what happened to Jiang Nanxi? Are you in any danger? Teacher Liu, please rescue her and I will hold her!"
"No need."
Liu Qingyan said indifferently.
"We did encounter some danger just now, but it has been resolved. Nanxi was slightly injured."
The director kindly reminded, "Teacher Liu, the rescue team is outside. They brought a stretcher. You can put her on the stretcher and let them carry her back."
"I can hold it."
After saying this, Liu Qingyan carried Jiang Nanxi away and returned to the village chief's house.
Director: ???
audience:! ! !
Is this a question of whether or not you can hold it?
There's something really wrong with you two!
Jiang Nanxi's injuries were quite serious, and she had used up a lot of her spiritual energy to help An An to transcend, which led to her being exhausted and falling into a coma.
After a night's sleep, she woke up feeling a little better, but as soon as she used her spiritual power, she felt a slight pain in all the tendons and veins in her body.
Jiang Nanxi sat cross-legged on the bed and checked his internal condition, and found that one of his tendons was injured.
"The attack of this Yin Buddha ghost weapon is really powerful. It just hit me and injured my tendons. It's not easy to recover after this thing is injured."
Jiang Nanxi is now unable to absorb spiritual energy for cultivation. Every time the spiritual energy circulates in her body, she feels a pain in her tendons and veins.
As the number of operations increases, the pain will gradually intensify!
"Damn it."
Jiang Nanxi originally thought that he could advance to the next level after absorbing so much ghost energy from evil spirits and fierce ghosts, but unexpectedly he got seriously injured and caused more trouble.
She had to first find the relevant medicinal herbs to make elixirs for treatment, and then practice after she was cured, otherwise her condition would get worse.
the next day.
The director and the crew went back by helicopter first, and the remaining guests went down the mountain by minibus.
The minibus has ample space, not only can it seat six guests, but the trunk can also hold a lot of things.
Song Shixing drove the car, Liu Qingyan sat in the passenger seat, and the other four sat in the back.
Jiang Nanxi fell into a deep sleep as soon as he got in the car.
With a crackling sound.
Suddenly the car stopped.
Jiang Nanxi opened her eyes drowsily and heard Song Shixing's complaining voice.
"Why are there so many yellow papers on the roadside? The wind blew them all over the car window. I couldn't see the road clearly and I almost drove my car into the fence."
Jiang Nanxi looked at the stone wall beside the road.
There was not a single tree on the surface, and rows of caves had been dug out on the desolate stone wall.
The yellow paper was scattered from those caves.
The wind on the mountain was very strong, whistling and blowing down more and more yellow papers. Many of them fell on the car, and most of them stuck to the front glass.
Song Shixing had no choice but to stop the car, get out and tear off the yellow paper on the front glass.
The others wanted to help, but they heard a cry for help coming from the cave next to them.
"Help, help..."
The cry for help was weak, old and faint, sounding like that of an injured old man.
Song Shixing paused for a moment, then turned to ask Liu Qingyan, "Brother Qingyan, did you hear anyone shouting for help?"
"I heard it."
Liu Qingyan glanced in the direction of the caves and said, "It seems to be coming from those caves."
Song Shixing followed his gaze and looked over. "Why are there so many caves? Could it be that someone dug them and used them to make porcelain in this place?"
"This kind of cave isn't the type used for firing porcelain."
Just as Liu Qingyan finished speaking, the old voice for help came again, "Help, save me..."
"Could it be that an elderly person accidentally fell in and can't climb out? Should we go and take a look?"
Song Shixing was about to walk towards the cave when Jiang Nanxi got out of the car and stopped him.
"If you're not an old man, don't go over there."
Jiang Nanxi explained, "These are the death kilns. Families send their elderly parents to the kilns, put some food in them, and then leave them alone, leaving them to fend for themselves. When they die in the cave, this becomes their tomb."
"What?!"
Song Shixing was shocked.
"How can there be such a thing? Wouldn't that force the elderly to death? The cries for help we heard, did they mean that there were elderly people sent in here by their families and couldn't get out?"
"In ancient times, when supplies were scarce, suicide kilns were common in some areas, but this has long been abolished in modern times and basically no one would do it. There are no elderly people trapped in these suicide kilns."
Jiang Nanxi pointed to the row of cave dwellings.
"Look outside the cave dwellings. There are only damaged door slots and bolt marks, but nothing is blocking the entrance. This shows that these cave dwellings have not been used for a long time. If an elderly person was sent there to die, the family would definitely seal the cave with something."
After Jiang Nanxi finished speaking, the old and weak cry for help was heard again, the tone became more urgent and a little shrill.
"Help, save me, save me..."
Song Shixing frowned and asked, "If the old man isn't in there, where does this sound come from? He's been yelling for a long time."
"The elderly who died here in the past were all sent here by their families and locked up in there, where they starved to death. These elderly people carry a lot of resentment after their death, and most of them will linger in the same place."
Jiang Nanxi's eyes darkened, and he continued, "If my guess is correct, it must be an evil spirit born of resentment, imitating the old man's voice to lure humans into the cave."
[Is this true? It sounds so outrageous.]
"We used to have this place called a death kiln, but no one uses it anymore, and it's illegal to do so. But I haven't seen any resentment breed any evil spirits. The latter part must have been made up by Jiang Nanxi."
"He screamed so miserably."
Song Wanwan got out of the car and said, "I think it must be an old man. Maybe an old man passed by here and went in and couldn't get out. Let's go and take a look."
Song Wanwan glanced at the camera and said to Jiang Nanxi, "You just wanted to save trouble and get down the mountain as soon as possible, so you made up all this to stop us from rescuing people, right? Jiang Nanxi, you are so vicious."
"I also think it's better to go in and take a look. What if there really is an elderly person trapped inside? How desperate would that person be if you just left like that!"
Wanwan is right. Jiang Nanxi is a selfish person. He might have deliberately made up a bunch of nonsense to make everyone leave just to save himself some trouble.
Jiang Nanxi couldn't help but sigh, looking at Song Wanwan, and said quietly, "You really are the old monk's wooden fish."
Song Wanwan frowned in confusion, "What?"
"You're born to be beaten!"
Jiang Nanxi suddenly grabbed Song Wanwan's hair and dragged her towards the death kiln. "You really want to be a saint and save people, right? I'll let you save as much as you want!"
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