"His aura, there is his own aura in it."
Ruan Xianxian translated, panting heavily.
Old Li was tense all over, and his face looked visibly pale.
"Things are more complicated than I thought. This thing is probably not as simple as it has become a force to be reckoned with."
He drew a sword with his fingers and made a slash in his palm, causing red blood to gush out. Old Li then flicked the blood towards the boulder...
The moment the blood mingled with the strange rock, the stone surface hissed and emitted white smoke.
Then, the blood was gradually absorbed by the strange stone at a slow pace.
The soldiers clenched their jaws upon seeing this.
Old Li's face darkened even more. "You really dare to eat anything."
A sudden gust of wind swept across the flat ground, its howling sound seemingly mocking the person before them for overestimating their abilities.
Suddenly, a small branch stretched out shakily, with a pile of weasel excrement on its tip.
Ruan Xianxian smeared that stuff on the strange rock...
The wind around us suddenly stopped.
At this moment, the world seemed to be completely silent.
"W-what's wrong?" Complicated gazes fell upon him, and he shrank back, explaining in a low voice.
"Well, Huang Er couldn't hold it in. Although we are country folk, we never relieve ourselves anywhere."
Feng Bai, arriving a step late: ? ? ?
You're just being crazy and irrational.
Old Li glanced at the strange rock with a half-smile. "Prepare to blow it up. If you can't blow it up, I'll have to carry it back to the station. The station's latrine is in dire need of a turd to weigh down the excrement."
Does such a thing exist?
Fine, if Old Li says it's there, then it's there.
With everything ready, at Lao Li's command, Ruan Xianxian led Bai Hu and Huang Er to retreat to the mountainside.
During this time, the white fox kept struggling, and Ruan Xianxian slapped him, "Stop messing around, didn't you hear what Brother Li was saying? That stone can't be broken at all."
The white fox gradually stopped struggling, and Ruan Xianxian asked him, "Do you know what's going on up there? Could it be that the general really possessed the stone?"
This is very valuable for research. I wonder if offering sacrifices for a few auspicious days will bring me wealth?
The white fox stared intently at the direction above its head.
"It is him, but it is not him. Inside is a wisp of his unconscious soul, which has been baptized by the sun and moon over the years and has developed some intelligence."
"A thousand years have passed; a leopard can't change its spots."
"It's quite complicated," Ruan Xianxian asked Mu Xia, "Can you understand it?"
"perhaps?"
Is it the same principle as the zombies in her original world?
When a person dies after being infected with the zombie virus, the zombie will regain some intelligence once it reaches a certain level. At that time, it is neither the person nor the person.
As the two were discussing, a loud roar erupted from the mountaintop, followed by a burst of flames and a mushroom cloud that slowly rose into the sky.
"Damn, what's going on?"
"50 pounds of explosives can't even blow up a rock?"
"Where are the tanks? Tell the Third Division to bring the tanks up."
Mu Xia and Ruan Xian, who were crouching halfway up the mountain holding their heads, both heard a commotion from the mountaintop after a period of ringing in their ears, accompanied by the sound of soldiers cursing loudly.
The two exchanged a glance and went back up the mountain.
A dozen soldiers, along with a disheveled Feng Bai, stood not far away. Old Li was in a straight line with the strange rock, and the ground around them was covered with scorched marks.
In contrast, the strange rock, apart from its base being somewhat charred, did not have a single stone chip fall off its surface.
Fifty pounds of explosives, that's a full fifty pounds of explosives.
It's no exaggeration to say that it's enough to repeatedly blow Ruan Xianxian to the heavens.
"This thing is scientifically called Stone Spirit, also known as the Mountain God in your words. It cannot be cut by a knife or burned by fire. The only thing that can restrain it is heavenly lightning."
Fan Caicai stepped forward slowly, explaining to Ruan Xianxian while standing a step away from Lao Li, "Brother Li, do we need to prepare?"
Ruan Xianxian didn't know what to prepare, but the last stone spirit she knew was Sun Wukong, who was trapped under the Five Finger Mountain.
Old Li nodded slightly, "I thought we were just out for some fresh air, but we ran into it. Go and get ready."
What are we preparing? Nothing more than how to destroy this stone.
Ruan Xianxian stopped Fan Caicai, who was about to go down the mountain, and glanced at Lao Li, who was still confronting the strange rocks, out of the corner of her eye.
"Is this thing of research value? Can we analyze its underlying principles or something?"
Fan Caicai stared intently, "It has research value, and it is very valuable. You have seen it too, the power of the stone spirit has long been connected with this mountain."
How can we take the research with us if we can't move it?
"That's easy." She didn't understand anything about momentum; she only knew that if the stone couldn't be pried open, it must be because she wasn't using enough force. Her eyes darted around...
"The stone is yours, and the treasures inside the princess's tomb are mine. How about it? If you agree, I'll help you get these things down the mountain."
Upon hearing this, not only Fan Caicai and the soldier listening in, but even Old Li, who was gathering momentum, turned his head slightly.
As if remembering something, Fan Caicai pushed up her glasses and asked, "You want to call him up to help?"
"Is it not possible?" Ruan Xianxian looked at the surrounding terrain. Due to technological limitations, it is difficult for excavators and cranes to enter such deep mountains now, as the project is too large.
To pry open a strange rock that even fifty pounds of explosives couldn't destroy, one had to resort to extraordinary means.
"Never mind what method I use, just tell me if it works or not?"
Fan Caicai glanced at Lao Li, her gaze questioning.
As he was gathering momentum, Old Li withdrew his invisible aura and reverted to his ordinary, unremarkable farmer persona. He pondered for a moment.
Institute 507 also needs funding, but where is funding more important than a complete mountain spirit?
He nodded slightly. "Let her try, but you should also make the necessary preparations. If the terrain isn't broken, there's no guarantee that this mountain won't nurture a second stone spirit."
The area chosen by the great shaman a thousand years ago as the princess's tomb must be a rare place with outstanding people and auspicious energy. In terms of feng shui, how would you put it?
"Find the dragon vein and locate the burial site, placing the coffin in a geomantically auspicious location."
"A geomantically auspicious place?" Old Li chuckled inexplicably. He strolled over to Ruan Xianxian's side and pointed to several unnamed mountain ranges around them.
“The low-lying terrain, surrounded by mountains on all sides, hinders the entry of yang energy and the circulation of air, causing yin energy to stagnate. This is not a feng shui treasure land, but a place where yin energy gathers.”
Ruan Xianxian tried to open her eyes wide. Although she didn't fully understand, after Lao Li's patient explanation, she could tell that this place was not a good one.
She took out a whistle, put it to her lips, and blew it, the "dudu" sound echoing among the trees and shadows in the mountains.
A few minutes later, a huge turtle head emerged from outside the dense forest, its slightly large eyes scanning the area before pushing aside trees and moving forward, following the sound.
When his entire gigantic body appeared in the gravel forest, Old Li, who was enthusiastically explaining feng shui to Ruan Xianxian, stumbled.
"A great demon? Where did this huge creature come from in this small mountain village in Liaoning Province?"
"Wait a minute! Isn't that the old turtle from Songjiang who never bothers with anything? How did he get here? No, who brought him here?"
Old Li's body tensed, his hands forming hand seals, revealing the first solemn expression he had shown since arriving at this place.
He had never shown such a serious and prepared attitude even when facing the Stone Spirit.
Ruan Xianxian put down the whistle and placed her hands in a megaphone shape near her lips.
“Weiwei, here, here, there’s a weird rock that stepped on my foot. Let’s take it home and use it as a water polo racket.”
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