The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 191 Oh no, my evil-killing electric grid doesn't distinguish between friend and foe? (ScarletC's -yuan reward plus more)

Old turtle wants me to make something?

The sunken ship was repaired and salvaged, and nothing happened for ten years. But something suddenly happened recently?

Then, the old turtle is nearby and wants to see me?

Shen Le stared at Lao You suspiciously. Could the incident in this museum be caused by the old turtle? !
Using human lives to threaten me? Using the lives and health of my teachers, my colleagues, and my compatriots to threaten me and make me do things for him? !
If this is the case, then it is not a question of whether to make something or not. Old turtles, and even the entire clan of old turtles, if I have the ability, I will give them praises!

By the way, it is said that seawater is a good conductor of electricity?

"It's not me! I didn't do it!" Old You was horrified by Shen Le's look and shouted immediately.

After a pause, he said carefully:
"I don't think it was done by the old turtle... I told him to think about it and study it, and he said he could wait. He didn't have that kind of dark and filthy aura..."

Shen Le stared at Lao You for a while, then slowly looked away. He thought, at least he had no evidence, and without evidence, he couldn't easily draw conclusions.

At least until he has seen those patients, the sunken ship that needs to be repaired, and the old turtle?
If there is something in common among the auras of the three, then it can be preliminarily concluded that the experts' and visitors' illnesses are related to the old turtle.

When the time comes, ask the Special Affairs Bureau to help you get evidence, or use other methods to get evidence, and then you can launch the crusade!
Shen Le collected his thoughts, hailed a taxi and headed straight to the museum.

As soon as I arrived at the gate, I saw that the square was desolate and empty, without a soul in sight. In the distance, a yellow barrier with the words "Construction and Renovation" was put up.
In the isolation zone, there was a bulldozer parked there for show, but it was not doing any work and there was no one on it.

Shen Le stood outside the isolation zone and called someone, and then someone rushed out in a hurry:
"Mr. Shen, you are finally here! Alas, if you hadn't come, we really wouldn't know what to do. We didn't expect such a big mistake to happen..."

He dragged Shen Le inside quickly, mumbling and complaining non-stop. Shen Le followed his pace inside and observed this long-famous museum:
Building a semi-open museum at the site of the shipwreck, which allows visitors to directly observe the restoration process of the ancient ship, is an unprecedented initiative.

Shen Le's mentor was very envious of this and mentioned it to them several times, expressing deep regret that ancient building restoration could not be done in this way to stimulate the public's enthusiasm for archaeology.

In the center of the museum, a model of an ancient ship made with modern technology lies quietly in the hall. On the left is the complete hull, including the bottom, side, deck, and mast;
On the right is a cross section, where you can clearly see the keel, ribs, cabins, and even the cargo in the cabins. The figures walking, driving, and resting are also lifelike;
The corridors around the hall are connected to restoration rooms. Some experts are removing dirt from the sea-salvaged porcelain, some are repairing the almost rotten anchor, and some are studying the wood boards...

Oh, there should have been experts. But now, through the huge glass window, Shen Le only saw some young students coughing, hanging water, working hard inside...

"Are all the experts sick?" He narrowed his eyes and looked at the exhibits in the museum.

There are a lot of patterns engraved on the walls, floors, and huge glass windows. Ordinary people would only think that they are purely decorative, and even complain that the patterns on the windows block their sight.
However, Shen Le could see the flow of power within the pattern, and could also feel that there was a hint of gloomy aura blocked inside, with only a little bit leaking out.

However, just a little bit made him feel a little uncomfortable. He rubbed his arms and got goose bumps all over them...

[It’s so dirty here!] The small oil lamp jumped eagerly in the backpack:

[Shen Le! Can I use the electric grid to sweep it all over? ]

"Don't... Let me talk to them first and see where the problem lies..."

Shen Le quietly comforted the small oil lamp in his heart. My goodness, there are so many talismans, and they still feel dirty. How powerful is this dirty thing!
"Has everything been OK before?"

He asked curiously. The special agent guiding him was a little girl. She shook her head vigorously, and her ponytail was swung back on her head:
"It's been ten years! Nothing has happened in ten years! Otherwise, how could we dare to open it to the public in these years? Don't we care about the safety of the visitors?!"

But now, something went wrong!

The old professors have fallen ill and are now lying in the hospital in large numbers;

Some of the young students were still able to hold on, but there were also many with fever, cough, or working with intravenous drips;
What’s worse is that even tourists have problems! Epidemiological investigations have shown that the symptoms of these tourists are highly related to the museum…

"I'll try to dispel the things outside first..."

Shen Le sighed. He stretched out his right hand and pushed forward slightly;
As he moved, the small oil lamp pulled out a thin, dense, extremely weak, invisible electric net, sweeping outward with Shen Le as the center.

As soon as the electric grid was opened, Shen Le felt his whole body relax, and the cold, uncomfortable, and awkward feeling disappeared instantly;

The electric net passed over the Special Affairs Bureau personnel, and the little girl sighed comfortably, but suddenly she was startled and reached out to grab it;

The electric grid continued to expand, filling the entire room. In an instant, all the talismans on the walls, the ground, and the window glass lit up at the same time, and exploded with a crisp sound!
"Be gentle!!!" the little girl almost screamed. It was fine if it was the wall and the ground, but the window glass was cracked right away!
After this explosion, can the glass separating the restoration room from the audience still be used?

"Uh... I'll be more careful next time..." Shen Le said embarrassedly. He walked around the hall, even the women's restroom, and asked Qingdeng to open the electric net and sweep it in.

As he was sweeping, the little girl was carrying a measuring instrument and measuring everywhere. The more she measured, the brighter her eyes became:
"You are amazing! You are worthy of being an expert! The hall is clean after just one round like this. If it were us, five people would be busy all day!"

Wherever Shen Le walked, the readings given by the measuring instrument dropped rapidly to single digits from over 30 or 40, which were harmful to ordinary people.

Moreover, the energy properties indicated by the measuring instrument also changed from yin and dead air to a peaceful and slightly yang nature...

Shen laughed. He walked around the hall and clapped his hands:
"Okay, let's get the restorers out for a while. I'll try to see if I can remove the dirt from their bodies - at least make them feel more comfortable?"

"Will you do it now? Will it be too tiring?"

Three voices asked at the same time. Shen Le looked over and narrowed his eyes slightly:
The person who questioned him was wearing a light crimson Taoist robe with seven stars embroidered on it in silver thread. He was holding a whisk in his hand, and the silver threads in the whisk looked black.

The second one couldn't tell what kind of power system he had, but the scent of sandalwood on his body was so strong that it could kill people. On his right wrist was a string of Buddhist beads, and the spiritual light was faint, but it was almost disappearing under the pressure of the black air;

The third one was shrouded in black mist. The little ghost clinging to his shoulder had a ferocious look on his face. He tried to bite his master several times, but was frightened away by the light on his body and swallowed the surrounding black air in big gulps.

"You... have worked hard." Shen Le nodded to them sincerely.

Regardless of whether they are Buddhists, Taoists, or those who raise ghosts, they have probably tried their best to expel the negative energy here, right?
In comparison, the black aura on the restorer in the room was obviously much lighter...

Even the little girl who came to greet him, probably because she had less power, did not have much of a dirty aura on her, just about the same as that in the hall.

"Would you like me to help you remove some of the dirt first?"

The three special affairs bureau staff looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time. The one who raised the ghost was about to speak when his cheek suddenly twitched and he reached into his arms and grasped something.
The one in the light crimson Taoist robe waited for him for a moment, then smiled and said:
"We can still hold on a little longer. You should get the experts here first. If you cure them, half of our work will be done!"

They turned around and called out. At the command, all the students working in the restoration room came out and lined up one by one;
As the electric wire passed through them, some people began to cough vigorously, coughing up sputum, coughing up all the old yellow phlegm;
After the second round, the faces of those students who were pale, blue, and faintly black, had more color;
After the third lap, almost everyone started to sweat. Xiao Youdeng happily reported:

[Okay! They are all clean now!]

"Well, well done!"

Shen Le happily squeezed the light bulb in his pocket. In the repair room, the four special affairs bureau personnel looked at each other for a long time and sighed:
"Oh, it's so annoying to compare people to each other..."

The electric net spun back and forth several times, and then fell on them again. The two Buddhists and Taoists relaxed their bodies and showed a satisfied look at the same time. Their whisks and bracelets glowed together.
However, as soon as he turned to the ghost owner, he heard a sharp scream:
"don't want--"

The little ghost jumped up, crawled on his master's neck, and opened his mouth threateningly. A black mist rolled around his body, and it looked like it would explode at any moment.

"Uh... this thing on you..." Shen Le looked embarrassed:
"If I take action, I might die. If I die, will that be bad for you?"

This Taoist friend is clearly using the little ghost to absorb negative energy and then slowly transform it.

While making the little ghost stronger, it also eliminates the strange atmosphere in this museum.

Electricity is best at destroying evil and punishing evil. With the power grid covering it, even the ghosts will probably die too?

The staff member of the Special Affairs Bureau who raised the little ghost sighed. He took out a cloth bag from somewhere, opened the cloth bag with spells written all over it, and pulled out a bamboo tube;
Then, remove the cork, shake the bamboo tube, chant mantras, or even prick the tube to draw blood and drip it into the inside of the tube.

The little ghost hesitated and swayed for a long time before he jumped up and got into the bamboo tube. The special affairs bureau staff breathed a sigh of relief, quickly wrapped the bamboo tube, rewrapped it, and opened his arms to Shen Le:

"bring it on!"

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