The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 194 Old Turtle, is the black energy on you the same as in the museum? !

The woman stopped in shock and looked back.

Seeing that the silver-white wall of light had stabilized and even started to push back, she finally relaxed a little and couldn't help but let out a long sigh:

"May Mazu bless you!"

[Hey, hey! I'm working! ]

The green lamp was jumping with dissatisfaction, almost wanting to use its strength to shock her with a small electric spark.

It is impossible to get hurt. We are all colleagues, working together and dealing with those dirty things together.

At most, well, at most, let a lock of her hair stand up high!

It stands straight up, and the top is blown up into a fluffy ball!

Fortunately, the woman was just joking and quickly reacted. She put down her skirt, adjusted the red hairpin beside her temples, and bowed slightly to Shen Le in gratitude:
"Thank you very much. They were making a big fuss just now and I couldn't calm them down. If you hadn't helped, we would have been in trouble today..."

"No, no, it's my duty." Shen Le smiled at her. After a pause, he asked curiously:
"them?"

“Yes, they are all the miserable people on the sea.” The woman sighed and turned to look at the black fog.

She seemed to be staring, and also seemed to be listening, and soon, genuine sympathy and sorrow appeared on her face. After a pause, she suddenly shouted:

"That's enough! Stop making trouble! If you continue to make trouble, Goddess Mazu will not bless you!!!"

With this shout, the eternal lamp in her hand, which she held high, blazed with a whoosh, and the flames surged. The seven colors flowed and formed into a light tower, and when she held it high up, there was actually a solemn and sacred feeling:

On the other side of the light wall, the swirling black fog paused and actually shrank back a little, no longer as ferocious as before.

Even the small oil lamp was still for a moment. The wall made of electric light did not move forward immediately, but stopped where it was, making two crackling sounds:
...what do you mean?
Is it possible to communicate?
Should we beat these guys to death?

The power grid flickered on and off, then off and on again. Shen Le felt that if the spirit had a human form, it would have turned its head and looked at him, and maybe even had two silver eyes rolling around:
Hello, do you want to continue calling?
Shen Le didn't know whether to continue fighting. He looked cautiously at the middle-aged woman, who was assigned by the Special Affairs Bureau to deal with the abnormal Mazu Temple keeper:

"Mother Mazu...?"

So, does Mazu really exist?

Maybe it really exists! After all, this world is a world of monsters. If there are monsters, who says there won’t be gods?
Moreover, the Mazu servant in front of him did use a power he had never seen before to temporarily appease or intimidate the black fog on the opposite side?
"Yes, Mazu." The woman smiled gently. She looked into the black fog with a peaceful, pious and compassionate look:
"These poor people on the sea all believe in Mazu, and believe that Mazu can bless them. When we mention this name, can we always have a good chat?"

"…So you want to talk?"

Shen Le looked at the other person curiously. The woman took a breath and shook her head:
"I'm not going today. It was too noisy inside. I almost ran out just now. I have to go to the temple to pray first... Let's go tomorrow. I'll see if I can have some strength tomorrow..."

"Should I continue to purify here?"

"...Can you please hold back? After all, they are also miserable people..."

She thanked Shen Le again and again, and said goodbye. Shen Le sighed and directed the small oil lamp to move forward:
"Qingdeng, go ahead! Beat them one by one until they stop making trouble!!!"

[What is the standard for not making trouble? ]

"Black Mist, stay in the cupboard, don't come out! If anyone comes out, I'll shock them once. If anyone else comes out, I'll shock them once more until they surrender!!!"

For the sake of Mazu, and for the fact that you step back when you hear her name, I will not beat you to death!
At Shen Le's command, the small oil lamp electric net glowed brightly and pushed forward. The black fog curled and swirled, crashing into the electric net again and again, and retreating again and again.

The black fog shrank, shrank, and shrank again. Suddenly, it gathered into a sharp cone shape and crashed into the power grid. The shrill scream made the entire power grid fluctuate!
Shen Le's ears were buzzing, and he subconsciously took a step back, feeling a punch to his chest. It wasn't heavy, just like a "little fist punching your chest", and the abnormality disappeared after a short breath;
However, far behind him, there was a splash...

The doctor who had been guiding him on the tour leaned against the door and fell down. His facial muscles twitched, he covered his ears, and curled up like a shrimp.

"you wanna die!"

Shen Le was furious. Isn't the small oil lamp powerful enough to exorcise evil spirits? I wanted to hold back, but you even hit ordinary people!

"Qingdeng! Try harder!"

【no problem!!!】

Shen Le rushed to the door in two steps and supported the doctor. The heat from his palm flowed all over his body, and he saw that this senior brother slowly recovered.

When he looked back again, he saw large and small balls of white light rolling around in the power grid, exploding into a piece. It turned out that the small oil lamp had learned how to make ball lightning without any instruction at some point...

He clenched the copper sheet, silently channeled the heat throughout his body, and walked slowly over. The black fog became thinner and thinner, and the scope of the explosion became smaller and smaller. Finally, it shrank into the skeleton in the storage cabinet and refused to come out again.

Shen Le stared at the skeletons through the cabinet glass. The doctoral student took small steps and moved behind Shen Le after a long time, whispering:

“Can this thing be solved?”

It looks like they are the ones who caused all the problems!
Isn't it most likely that ghosts are attached to human bones?

"Maybe..." Shen Le looked at all the skeletons one by one.

Some of the skeletons had obviously been sorted, and were carefully placed in separate glass cabinets in the order of skull, cervical spine, ribs, pelvis, hands and legs, with labels next to them:
Male, 18-20 years old, had a broken right leg before death... Male, 25-30 years old, had a broken left arm before death, cause of death, huge force hitting the chest...

Male, 45-50 years old...

Female, 50-55 years old...

But many more bones were still piled up in the cabinets in a haphazard manner, trying to keep them as closely as possible in the way they were found.

Black air was floating and spreading above, rising a little from time to time, approaching the glass case, and then quietly retreating. On the oldest male skeleton, and in a small area in the pile of bones, the black air was the heaviest!
"If you can let me fix it, maybe I can find a way?"

Shen Le discussed carefully. Doctoral Senior Brother frowned and shook his head for a long time:
"I remember you were in the field of ancient architecture?"

"Uh……"

Shen Le froze. There was a huge difference between restoring ancient buildings and restoring bones. There was also a huge difference between restoring bones immersed in the sea and restoring bones twice as much.

He could only answer in a twisted and hesitant way:
"But, to fix these things, I have to repair them myself... Is there anything that's not particularly valuable that I can practice on?"

One hundred and eighty thousand pieces!
One hundred and eighty thousand cultural relics!

In the skeleton hall alone, there are at least several thousand bones piled up!

It doesn’t matter if you give me one or two to practice with!

"...I will write a report after the teachers recover." The doctoral student hesitated for a long time and did not agree immediately.

Some things, if you don't weigh them down, you won't be able to stop at all, but if you weigh them up, you will be able to stop at all.

For example, these unearthed cultural relics were taken out and restored according to the process and regulations. During the restoration process, the students were heavy-handed and damaged ten or eight pieces. As long as they were not particularly precious, it was not a big deal.

However, if it was damaged by an outsider for no apparent reason, that would be a real problem. He hasn't graduated yet, and he's too small to handle it!
"Or maybe you can look at something else? See if there's anything you're good at that needs to be improved? It's easier for me to apply..."

Shen Le stared at the skeletons for a few moments, noted down the characteristics of their aura, and continued moving forward.

The black aura on those ceramics, gold and silver wares, lacquered wooden objects, and coins was not very heavy, and it felt as if it was only slightly stained;
However, some of the personal belongings and a few weapons looked particularly "black" and "dirty". The concentration of the aura accumulated on them was comparable to that of the skeletons.

"how is it going?"

The doctoral student looked at him nervously. Seeing Shen Le's hurried steps, he passed by without lingering on most of the cultural relics;

Watching Shen Le standing in front of a few special things, staring at them for a long time;

Watching Shen Le reaching out his hand several times, trying to touch the glass cabinet, and then pulling it back several times...

"With this set of star-pulling boards, I might..."

The aura condensed here is the most profound!

In addition to the gloomy and dark aura, there are also very complex auras of all kinds!
If it were fixed, it would tell me a lot of stories!

"No." Senior Doctor rejected it outright, so coldly that Shen Le was caught off guard. Shen Le looked back at him resentfully, but Senior Doctor did not back down and stared at him:

"This set of starboards is the only one found on the entire shipwreck! It is extremely valuable! I will never give it to you for repairs!"

Even I am not qualified to do it. Only the best restorers in our team can do this kind of unique cultural relic.

Before repairing, a report and a plan must be written. If one person does the repair, seven or eight people must review and approve it beforehand.

When you are getting started, you need two or three masters to watch you...

"Okay then, I'll take another look... Anyway, you have to give me something to fix it! I can't not fix it! If I don't fix it, I have to solve it forcefully and pass it through with electricity. You can choose one!"

The doctoral senior brother sighed softly and escorted Shen Le to check out each room.

He went back to meet with his junior colleagues, design experimental plans, and write reports;

Shen Le also returned to his room and wrote a report to the Special Affairs Bureau, trying hard to get a chance to start repairing the system.

Halfway through writing the report, Lao You called again cautiously:
"Boss, that old turtle is here again, do you really not want to see him? Even if you do, you'd better see him!"

Shen Le threw down his pen and stood up. The museum was right by the sea, with a clear blue sea and a white beach. At this time, the whole place was cordoned off, and the searchlights made it bright, but there was no sign of anyone.

When the old turtle emerged from the sea, Shen Le frowned and his pupils contracted sharply:
That black air!
That kind of dark energy!

The same dark atmosphere as in the museum!

So many people are sick and so many old professors are hospitalized. Is it you who did this?

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