The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 172 Let's take you home... Sorry, we are late...

Shen Le waited quietly on the side, his expression solemn. After the soldiers finished saluting and dispersed, he slowly walked forward:
He had already seen through the earth wall that something was wrong with the atmosphere here, and he always felt that there was something strange.

It wasn't strong, but it was very twisted and dark, which made him feel very uncomfortable, so he asked someone to dig it up. But he never expected to find these bodies...

These corpses, these corpses that have not yet rotted, these corpses covered in mud and soil, standing inside the mountain wall.

Are these the minions created by the mountain king or will be created?
Can I let them rest in peace?

Before he bent down and walked into the cave, the entire team, ten pairs of eyes, stared at him at the same time.

The captain's chest rose and fell twice, and he stood at attention and saluted again. In an instant, the entire team of ten raised their hands at the same time...

Shen Le hurriedly returned the greeting. He raised his arm, bent his forearm back, lowered it a little, raised it a little higher, and raised it above his head...

Something seems wrong? Should I bow?
Fortunately, no one found fault with his etiquette accuracy. After the group of soldiers saluted, they naturally lowered their arms. The captain stepped out, stepped forward, and stood at attention:
"Mr. Shen! Can we take these bodies back directly? Do they need any special treatment? Please give us your instructions!"

Shen Le didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only turn his head and look at the corpse in the earth wall.

He is not a military fan and does not recognize the military and police uniforms of different eras. Just by looking at these fragments, he cannot tell in which era the deceased died or what his identity was.

However, he was better than these soldiers in that he could ask directly:

"What are your names? Where do you live? Who else is in your family? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

The cold wind howled.

Blow out the dirty and unpleasant smells in the cave and blow them to the outside.

Some of the corpses looked unresponsive, some were bleeding and crying, but not a single one of them opened their lips and made any sound audible to humans.

Shen Le didn't care at all. He stepped forward, looked at them one by one with his spiritual eyes, and even stretched out his hand.

Immediately, a soldier handed over a pair of silk gloves embroidered with complex patterns. With spiritual eyes, one could see the fluctuations of spiritual energy flowing on them.

As Shen Le shook off his gloves, the soldier whispered:
“The equipment of the special affairs department is woven with spiritual silk and embroidered with talismans. It can effectively isolate various harmful substances such as corpse qi and poison gas without affecting the transmission of spiritual power.

It's dangerous here, please be careful."

"Well, thank you." Shen Le put on gloves and secretly held the copper piece in the palm of his right hand. The heat flowed out and he felt very smooth.

He walked to the first corpse on the left and touched it with his hand:

“This is no longer possible.”

There was no trace of spirituality in his body, and he didn't respond when called. He was just a corpse.

"Do a good job of isolation and disinfection, and carry it away."

"This won't work either. But my body is very dirty. Who among you knows how to purify it? If I purify it, I guess I'll just burn it..."

There was still a little spirituality in this body, but it was in a state of chaos, conflicting, roaring, and tearing, without stopping.

Shen Le held the copper piece in his palm and pressed it, trying to soothe and guide it with the heat flow, but it was of no use and he couldn't piece together any information at all.

If you want to purify it, you have to use a small oil lamp. The strong electric current will sweep across it directly, leaving nothing behind.

Every profession has its specialties. Perhaps other practitioners... may have better ways to comfort the dead?
"Let me try." The old man with the feather crown stepped forward immediately. Two warriors helped him carry the body to the open space outside. He put on a mask, shook the tambourine, sang and danced.

Soon, wisps of black gas rose from the corpse, rolling up a ball of flying snow in the open space in the forest, swirling higher and higher.

In his spiritual eyes, he could see the black color becoming lighter and lighter, leaving only a slightly transparent cyclone flying towards the old man, entering his mask, and then dispersing again...

It seems that this local shaman's ability is really special. Shen Le watched for a while, and continued to look at the corpses one by one, asking them, sorting out their spirituality, and listening to their voices:
"This... is an employee of the Heihe Forest Farm, named Lin Fusong. He went into the mountains to hunt flying dragons in 69, got lost in the mountains, and was eaten by a tiger...

I have two younger brothers, one is Lin Fuyang and the other is Lin Fuhua..."

"This... is a militiaman from Erdaohe Village... He couldn't remember his name or the time, but he kept repeating Huang Lili, Huang Lili..."

"this is……"

One, two, three, five. Shen Le's heart became heavier and heavier.
"Many of these people... did not become ghosts... Their souls were torn apart, their spirituality was dimmed, but they persisted and did not become ghosts..."

"For so many years... I have been imprisoned and tortured. My memory is almost gone, but I still haven't turned into a ghost..."

Why does the tiger imprison people like this?
"Such a person is very valuable." The old man with the feather crown finished a soul purification spell, walked up and sighed:
"The upper limit of the ghost depends on the tenacity of the soul... The general dead will succumb quickly, but they can't do anything except confuse others to be devoured by the mountain king;
And once the strongest soul surrenders, it can even grow into a ghost king, which is very useful for ruling a territory or resisting heavenly calamity..."

So you are so reluctant to destroy it completely, even if it means keeping it imprisoned and spending a lot of resources to torture and infect it, you are unwilling to let it go?

Shen Le looked at the bodies one by one, those who died in recent years, those who died ten years ago, those who died twenty or thirty years ago, and those who died not long after liberation...

"This doesn't work either. The spiritual light is almost dissipated..." Shen Le sighed again.

He used his spiritual eyes to observe carefully, looking at each corpse one by one, talking to each one and questioning them one by one.

Heat flowed out from the palm of his hand, carefully repairing the remaining spirituality in the corpse, protecting it, and recording its remaining obsession.

Two soldiers followed Shen Le closely, one on the left and one on the right. One held a notebook and took notes quickly, while the other stared at Shen Le, ready to pull him away or suppress his abnormal behavior at any time.

Coming in front of a clay figurine that looked particularly skinny and almost completely covered in mud, Shen Le put his hands on it and remained silent for a long time.

The soldier took half a step forward, staring at his face, and suddenly saw Shen Le shocked, his chest heaving violently.

problem occurs!
Infected?!
He was slightly startled, and just as he was about to reach out to pull, Shen Le retracted his hand, squatted back on the ground, and buried his head. On the black soil, there were more and more wet dots.

After a while, he stood up shakily and reached out to touch the clay figurine again. He choked up as he spoke, tears welling up in his eyes:

"General Yang died... The news was not brought to him... He was betrayed by a traitor..."

"No, we have won, and the whole country has been liberated... General Yang has been properly buried, you can rest assured..."

"We'll take you back..."

"I'm sorry we're late..."

　The cat burst into tears when writing this...

　　The cat stretched out its paws to ask for a hug... to wipe its tears...

　　Meow meow meow meow...The cat wants to be hugged...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)