I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 128: Pit of Ten Thousand People_1

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Pit of Ten Thousand People_1

You keep retreating!

Although you had braced yourself prior to activating the Talisman Formation, you were still shocked to see the old pagoda tree spout filthy blood like a fountain.

"Mu Yun, what on earth is going on?"

Du Xishan and Sun Lin, as leaders in the field of archaeology within Huaxia, had never seen such a terrifying scene. Both came behind you, their faces full of astonishment.

At that moment, you caught someone out of the corner of your eye preparing to film the scene with their cellphone, and you quickly turned around and shouted to everyone behind you, "Put away your cellphones, and any modern devices that can produce a magnetic field!"

Hearing your shout, those four girls quickly put away their cellphones, and some others seemed to understand your words and hurriedly deleted their recordings, while two others completely ignored your warning and even retorted, "Such a shocking scene, once I post it on Weibo, my followers will skyrocket to over ten thousand!"

You naturally couldn’t be bothered to waste more words on these obstinate people. However, considering they were your colleagues, you told Sun Lin, "Professor Sun, I’ll say this only once, whether they listen or not, I won’t interfere anymore."

Having said that, you turned your head to look at the old pagoda tree, only to see that, in the blink of an eye, the once lush tree had withered, becoming dry and brittle.

The blood water spewed from the old pagoda tree quickly seeped into the earth, and at the same time, a type of vegetation rarely seen by ordinary people began to grow around the tree—periwinkle.

Moreover, the periwinkles that grew were very strange; they bloomed almost instantly, and their petals opened at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Try to imagine the shocking scene where the withered and brittle old pagoda tree was suddenly surrounded by dense, blood-red, five-petaled flowers—a truly heart-stopping sight!

"Isn’t that periwinkle?"

With his extensive knowledge, Du Xishan recognized the flower immediately.

Du Xishan turned his head and asked, "Mu Yun, what exactly is going on?"

You pondered for a moment and then replied, "Right now, I can only speculate. The true nature of things can only be known by digging up this old pagoda tree."

"Dig it up?"

A male student cried out in surprise from behind.

To them, who were like flowers in a greenhouse, so-called archaeology was similar to a field trip; they had never seen anything like this. The scene of the old pagoda tree bleeding was already frightening enough, and now they were going to dig it up—everyone could imagine that what lay beneath must be a scene straight out of hell!

"What exactly is underneath? That it could grow such a terrifying tree?"

Sun Lin frowned deeply as he stared intently at the withered old pagoda tree.

Du Xishan seemed a little worried and added, "The surface is already so exaggerated; if we dig it up, the thing underneath will certainly be even more terrifying. I think we need to prepare these students beforehand, as they’ve never encountered such a spectacle."

You nodded and instructed Sun Lin, "Professor Sun, please inform them first and then send six people over to me. We will make preparations. After the sun rises, we’ll begin the excavation."

Afterward, Sun Lin and Du Xishan engaged in a heart-to-heart with these young members of the archaeological team. Sun Lin had a way with words, and it didn’t take long for him to rally the group.

Sun Lin called six robust individuals over, one of whom, seemingly in charge, approached you and said, "Professor Sun asked us to help you. Just tell us, what do we need to do?"

"Dig up the old pagoda tree."

You stated your request succinctly, and they all nodded to each other, none with any superfluous words.

As a truly qualified member of an archaeological team, you can’t be too talkative when at a work site. See, in the Terracotta Army pit of Chang’an Lintong, those archaeologists responsible for the restoration of the shattered statues sometimes don’t speak a word for as long as six months while at work.

Although you’re not fond of leading, when faced with such bizarre events, no one had more experience than you, so you reluctantly picked up a shovel and stepped forward.

To be honest, deep down you also had no idea what would happen.

You took a shovel from a fellow student and stepped forward, placing your foot into the periwinkle bushes.

You walked very carefully, because every single flower represented a once vibrant life.

Around the ancient locust tree, there was a space of about half a meter with no periwinkles. You all stood at the edge of the tree. The boys’ breathing had slowed down considerably, some even holding their breath entirely.

They stared straight at you as you picked up the shovel and fiercely dug into the roots of the ancient locust tree!

"Crack!"

The roots of the locust tree were unexpectedly brittle, like a freshly fried dough stick; you hardly had to apply any force before they snapped.

Seeing that no blood spurted from the tree like before, the six boys finally relaxed and began to dig.

You first cleared the soil from both sides of the tree, then tied a rope around the trunk. About a dozen people pulled on it from the side, and after a few shouted commands, the ancient locust tree finally fell over.

As the ancient locust tree was uprooted by you, the team members appeared to be delighted, and some, caught up in the excitement, even ran to the edge of the hole to peer inside— "Wow! Wow!"

That boy was quite the character, retreating step by step while exclaiming "wow," until he had retreated more than a dozen steps. Then he shouted to his companions: "Everyone come look, this is actually a mass grave!"

Hearing it was a mass grave, everyone couldn’t help but gather around, and you too stood by the edge to look down.

Below the ancient locust tree wasn’t soil, but a large hollow pit. Its roots had enveloped the entire pit, and after the tree was felled, the brittle roots separated from the main body, revealing the cavernous space before you.

The pit was full of human bones!

"My God, how many people are down there!"

A female student glanced inside and then hid to one side, her expression one of horror.

"Two hundred and three," Fan Yi, who had been mostly silent, finally spoke up, her statement immediately drawing puzzled looks from everyone else.

How did she know that?

You answered their question immediately on Fan Yi’s behalf, "Because there are two hundred and three periwinkles blooming beside the ancient locust tree, each flower representing a person."

"Ah!?"

A girl had accidentally stepped on a periwinkle, and upon hearing you, she quickly moved to one side, muttering "I’m sorry" under her breath.

"It’s alright, they have already been reborn."

Of course, others couldn’t see, but when you few boys were digging, two Ghosts had already come.

The ancient locust tree was actually a boundary. Once the barrier was broken, the trapped souls were naturally released.

The Ghosts arrived just in time and took all two hundred and three people to the Underworld.

However, unlike the Ghosts of Yuhang City, these two didn’t pay you any mind at all; they just cast a long, meaningful glance at you before leaving.

You didn’t understand why the Ghosts would look at you that way; of course, you didn’t really want to know either—who would want to deal with Ghosts on a daily basis.