Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 74 Ouroboros (22)

Professor Han is ready for annihilation.

He is not afraid of death.

He just felt sorry for his apprentice, the student died innocently because of these things.

They're all just young people.

If we had known earlier that this rescue excavation would have resulted in such a result.

He would rather not come.

But God wants to accept people.

He can't stop it.

Professor Han knows that although it seems that human technology is very powerful, it can be faced with natural disasters such as wildfires, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, and hurricanes.

Humans are still small.

Even humans cannot even destroy the earth.

Everyone can only destroy themselves.

Just as the teacher said.

Everything is fate.

In the past, Professor Han scoffed at fatalism, but now he is silent.

His teacher disappeared after an archaeological examination.

Is it the same for him?

After looking at the USB flash drive for a while, he finally held it in the palm of his hand, if something really happened.

The professor decided that he would wrap up two U disks with the same content and bury them not far away.

Another piece was swallowed into the stomach.

There was no other option, though it might have ripped the esophageal tube to the point where he wouldn't be able to swallow it at all.

After taking pictures, he picked up the teacher's notebook.

On the title page of this notebook, his teacher drew a snake in carbon ink.

Ouroboros.

Swallowing, endless loop.

When he usually reads these books, although he knows that this is the teacher's hard work, in the bottom of his heart, he still reads these books with some criticism.

Because many theories of my mentor seem a bit far-fetched.

It's ridiculous to say it, but in this environment, he calmed down instead.

It was raining heavily outside, and strange scents often came from the depths of the forest.

Even, I don't know the illusion from time to time.

Professor Han was still in the scent, smelling some incense ash and soot, like the smell of burning paper money in an iron bucket on the street corner during the Cold Clothes Festival.

In this deep mountain, how could there be such a smell?

"Teacher, I'm sorry."

Professor Han said in a low voice, stroking the spine of the book with his hand, the two teacher's work notes were specially left for him by the teacher before he disappeared, and the other one was the work book left by the teacher.

The remaining notebooks either entered the library or were published as books, benefiting future generations.

In the teacher's work notes, such a thing has appeared.

It's just that every time something like this happens, it means that the "expedition team" he organized, well, it's not actually an "expedition team". To use the lingo in the novel, it can be called "clamping lamas" .

No approval, no report, I went to dig the tomb by myself.

No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with scientific investigation.

Every time such incense ash appeared, strange things would happen, and in most cases, their team would be downsized.

Only these two books are Professor Han's teacher, specially reserved for Professor Han's treasure.

It records the many painstaking efforts left by him after "deviating from the orthodoxy", including words, and some strange and incomprehensible mantras and handprints.

Heretic.

Professor Han opened the notebook, there was no date written on it, only some thin gold pen writing.

If there is really a saying that the words are like a person, then Professor Han's teacher must be a thin, but straight-backed intellectual.

His handwriting also carried an air of unruliness in it.

Opening the text inside, Professor Han saw some unbelievable stories.

There are also stories about Xiangxi in his teacher's work notes.

These two notebooks are also the story of an old professor who became a madman from a master here.

The beginning of the story is actually the scene of a rescue excavation.

It's just that it's in the Central Plains.

on the plain.

It was a certain construction site. When the excavator was digging the foundation, a large tomb was dug out. When encountering such a thing, the experienced construction leader should pour it with cement and continue the construction as if nothing happened.

The bad thing was that the person in charge at the time was a newcomer.

Hearing that an ancient tomb had been dug up during construction, he panicked and reported the news.

After reporting to the relevant units, people from the relevant departments immediately sealed off the site and started rescue excavation. At that time, the old man who was a professor in a university not far away at that time did not expect that he would die because of this rescue. Digging, getting involved in some disturbance.

He took his students, who didn't have Professor Han at that time, to the site to preside over the excavation, but this time the excavation ended without a problem for some unknown reason.

In this regard, the old man’s work notes are also secretive, but since then, the old man has been very interested in oracle bone inscriptions, and then there is the famous special research meeting on "Cultural Research of Ancient Shu, Western Hunan, and Western Regions that Disappeared in History".

This subject has brought endless troubles to the old man.

Because according to what the old man said, during the Yin and Shang Dynasties, ancient Shu, Xiangxi, and the Western Regions already had splendid cultures. Some of these cultures belonged to the Wuzhu culture, and some belonged to older unknown Civilization is full of mystery.

The king who ruled them was like the spokesperson of the gods in the world.

This is tantamount to explosive news. If it can continue like this, there will be some evidence—even if the evidence is false, this kind of thing has never happened to them. As long as there is, then the old man will use this to become a A real monument, alas, no.

The old man has nothing, he is researching and teaching at the same time, both sides are in a mess, so he loses his job, but relatives, neighbors, friends and wives are all persuading him to give up.

The old man didn't give up.

Professor Han sat in his tent, and heard various strange sounds outside besides the sound of wind and rain.

It seemed that someone was chanting something with weird words and accents.

Professor Han went out and saw people from the security department coming out of the tent. I don't know if it was an illusion. Professor Han saw familiar faces behind the people from the security department, as if they were sending Xu Nian down the mountain those few people.

Well, they're back?
When did you come back?

Just when he was wondering, under the rain, in the deep forest, there was another strange sound.

They sent out not long ago to observe the road conditions, the locals and the security department.

Standing in the shadows, he waved at them.

"Old Qin, old Qian, what are you doing?"

The people in the security department shouted dissatisfied. They didn't understand what they were doing so mysteriously, but when they used strong light to shine behind these people, they could see what was behind them.

These members of the security department put their hands on their weapons.

Professor Han is the same.

He swallowed deeply.

Even though he had the determination to die, when he saw these things, he still felt cold all over his body.

"Go back to the tent!"

The people from the security department shouted loudly: "Go back to the tent, don't come out without my permission!"

　I'm screwed.The author’s style is so bad, it’s okay to talk about water, or a mallet to the east, and a stick to the west. It can’t be changed. There is a picture in the front that I heard someone change. Why is a chapter full of water? What is this? The duality of water and rush in the same chapter. A chapter can be too rush or too water?
　　I figured it out, it’s hard to say what everyone says, if I listen to the readers, I will really collapse in a day.

　　I am too lazy to manage and can't manage the comment area, so I went to retreat to codewords.

　　Posting the author's words is actually a statement. This book is this rubbish style. If you like this style, you can keep it, because it may still be this style in the future. If you don't like it, I can't change the style midway. I won’t change it, I’m angry with you, there are thousands of good books to order, if you don’t like it, just choose one you like, there is no need to press the author’s head and tell him to change it to the place you want, I changed it, collapse There is nowhere to cry.

　　Don't say how the author must do it, the author has been doing it for so many years, how he became a master, I really don't know, but I know how to do it, I can do it, at least I am very happy to write , Happiness and money, always earn the same, right?

　　
　
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