The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 523 Girl, why are there signs of hanging on your neck?

With a click, the sedan chair and the top flew open. Sister Huang jumped out like a rabbit shot by an arrow, touched her phone, and immediately ran out;

At the end of the team, Junior Brother Ma pounded on the coffin lid and shouted:

"Let me out! Let me out! Let me out—"

The voice was almost crying. Shen Le shook his head and pinched the copper seal in his hand:

"Alas, he failed the 2D test. - Hey, can you move the coffin lid a little further and let him out?"

The coffin lid reluctantly moved a little to the side. Junior Brother Ma climbed out, covered in dirt. With a rustling sound, his pants got caught on something, and a strip of cloth immediately hung from his buttocks.

He reflexively lunged forward, covered his butt with his hands, and crawled forward on the ground:
"Don't eat me! Don't eat me—"

"It's okay, it's okay, no one wants to eat you." Shen Le had to speed up, ran to him, squatted down to comfort him:
"It's okay. We're back, back to the real world. Can you take a look at where we are so I can make a phone call and have someone pick us up?"

"No... Are you okay?" Junior Brother Ma got up tremblingly. It was too scary in the coffin... It was really too scary...

Not only was it pitch dark, but there were also all kinds of rustling noises that kept coming.

There were cries, distant laughter, shouts of killing, screams, and the sound of bubbles gurgling, like the sound of a person whose neck had been cut and who was struggling to speak...

He huddled in the coffin, not even noticing the passage of time. It seemed like only a minute had passed, yet it also seemed like decades had passed...

He searched his body several times before he found his phone. As soon as he turned on the screen, he saw messages popping up one after another from the prompts:

Where are you now?

【Can you receive the message? 】

[Are you still alive? If you are, please squeak! ]

[Someone has been sent to rescue you. Keep quiet and don't run around! ]

[Call me when you get back, don’t call the instructor, the instructor fell asleep easily! ]

"call……"

Junior Brother Ma held the phone tightly, looked up and let out a long sigh, tears almost flowing down his cheeks. Finally back...

Finally back to the human world!
In some enchantment, secret realm, haunted house, or strange gap, there is no mobile phone signal! No WeChat, no text messages, no mobile phone calls, no map positioning, nothing!

So where are they now?
He hurriedly opened the map on his phone. He looked down at the location and couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Why did we go so far?"

They were in Qitong City before!

On the southeast coast!
Now it has run to the southern coast!

He turned his head and stared at Shen Le, as if he was staring at an indescribable monster. Shen Le shrugged and spread his hands to him:
"I don't know either. --Hey, do you know?"

No one answered him. The clay figurines formed a long line, shrank one by one, and jumped into the pen holder in his hand.

In just a short while, the wedding procession had been shortened by more than half, and even the sedan chair had assembled itself and flew into the pen holder.

Junior Brother Ma was stunned and stared at the clay figurines:

"Hey, hey, can they get bigger or smaller? I mean, can they get smaller after leaving the haunted house?"

"of course."

Shen Le touched a few small stones, fixed the pen holder, and leaned over to look at the map in his hand. While looking, he made a phone call:

"Hello?... Yes, we've brought them out, they're safe and sound. We're now in the southern coast, in the wilderness, could you please come pick them up... Okay, I'll send the location..."

After hanging up the phone, he operated on his phone and clapped his hands:
"Okay, done! - Hey, hey, wait a minute, don't put everything in! Leave two stools for us to sit on!!!"

This was addressed to the makeup team in the pen holder. The clay figurines that entered in a line paused, backed up, and distanced themselves. Then, several groups of clay figurines carrying makeup jumped out:

A square table with four square stools, neatly arranged;

Seeing that Shen Le didn't want to sit down, he paused for a moment and brought out another Xiangfei couch;

After another pause, the bed was also carried out, unfolded in the wilderness, and placed on a slightly flat surface...

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Shen Le finally called a halt. If they continued to do this, they might have to build a house here—no, move the cave here?

He sat down on the Xiangfei couch helplessly and gestured to his fellow junior brothers and sisters, indicating that they should also sit down and rest.

Junior Brother Ma looked at the clay figurines with a look of fear and caution, shook his head, stepped back a few steps, and found a clean big stone to sit on;

On the other hand, Junior Sister Huang, who had finally returned, was full of curiosity. She circled around the Qiangong bed, and then again, snapping photos, and almost touched it:
"Brother, where did you find this bed? Did you repair it yourself? What material is it made of? What era is it from?"

Shen Le smiled but said nothing. Junior Brother Ma huddled beside him, looking at this fellow junior sister half-bent over, almost getting into the bed, and couldn't help but complain:
"Junior sister, take it easy! You have to look at this and that, be careful of ghosts haunting you! - What's with the redness on your neck?!"

The junior sister screamed and immediately leaned out of the bed. She reached out and touched her neck and looked at her fingers, but there was no feeling;
Looking at Junior Brother Ma again, Junior Brother Ma was still pointing at her neck:

"I'm not lying to you! Look, see for yourself! - If you don't believe me, look in the mirror!"

Huang Chuxia took out her phone, opened the "Mirror" app, and pointed it at her neck. When she did so, she screamed, and the phone fell out of her hand and hung on the wristband:

"My neck! What happened to my neck?! Brother? Brother——"

She looked up at Shen Le, her face full of pleading for help. Shen Le frowned and stared at her, his vision and mental power simultaneously unfolded, sweeping around her neck over and over again:
"Don't worry, it's no big deal. At least I don't feel any danger." He tried to soothe her as softly as possible:

"If you're still worried, why don't you go back and look for those practitioners?"

"Senior brother..."

Huang Chuxia covered her neck with both hands and rubbed it vigorously, as if trying to rub off the red marks. Shen Le comforted her twice, and seeing that she didn't seem to be relieved, he stopped and ordered the Qiangong bed and the tables and chairs to jump back into the pen holder:

Okay, wait here. He has already contacted the local special affairs bureau, and it will take at most an hour to arrive, and he can return to Citong City in one day:

As for the red mark on Junior Sister's neck, this is a small place, and the power of the Special Affairs Bureau is relatively weak. It is better to ask again when we return to Citong City. After all, it is a thousand-year-old ancient city with a profound heritage and many practitioners with a history and heritage. Asking them for help will increase the probability of getting a reliable answer?

It turns out that Shen Le's reputation in the Special Affairs Bureau is indeed quite high. The locals drove a car to pick them up, and did not ask a single question about why Shen Le and his party suddenly ran to the wilderness.
Not only did they pick them up, they also planned to send them directly back to Citong City. If Shen Le hadn't refused in every possible way, saying "high-speed rail is more convenient and faster", they would really dare to do this!

I took a car, then a high-speed train, and then another train. Finally, after seven and a half hours, I was able to stand in front of my tutor in perfect condition.

Thanks to Shen Le, the teacher had a good sleep. When he woke up, he opened his eyes with great joy:
"I'm back! I'm glad you're back! Shen Le, thank you so much..."

"Boss, why are you thanking me?" Shen Le smiled. He reached out and pulled Sister Huang over, dragging her to the front of the temple keeper at the Tianhou Temple.

"Sister, please take a look, what's going on? Can it be removed?"

"Tsk..."

The temple keeper took a closer look, frowned, and walked around Sister Huang. As he walked, he muttered:
"It looks like a strangulation mark... It goes around the neck and presses between the hyoid bone and the thyroid cartilage... Hey, it's not that. It intersects at the back of the neck. It's a strangulation mark, not a strangulation mark!"

Huang Chuxia screamed, covered her neck with both hands, and almost collapsed. Shen Le quickly supported her:

"Sister, please take a closer look. How was this made? Is there a hanged ghost asking for his life? Is it dangerous? How can I get rid of it?"

The temple keeper leaned over and stared at her carefully for a while, then reached out and touched her, pressed her, and muttered something. After a while, he shook his head:

"It's strange. There's no evil energy or aura here. It doesn't look like someone is watching her. Hey, come and take a look?"

She called out, and several people came in. Two of them were people Shen Le had seen before. The one from Guanyue Temple immediately put a handful of incense on Huang Chuxia's neck:

Huang Chuxia moved her neck uncomfortably, but stood there quietly without crying out in pain, and the red mark did not change.

The man from Qingyuan Mountain raised his whisk and poked her body, sweeping it up and down. After sweeping for a long time, he also shook his head:

"I don't feel any evil or malicious thoughts. Believers, don't worry. Maybe in a few days, everything will get better naturally. Elder Daoqing, what do you think?"

An old monk walked in quickly from outside the room. He was skinny and hunched, and looked to be at least eighty or ninety years old. However, his long eyebrows were as bright as silver, and his eyes were as bright as lightning when he opened and closed them.

Just a glance at Shen Le, and Shen Le felt a slight jump in his dantian:
This old monk is something!
Elder Daoqing held one hand in front of him, bowed to Shen Le, then turned to look at Huang Chuxia. He glanced up and down and nodded very affirmatively:
"It's an obsession, but not an evil one. This female donor was marked by the obsession of something. It's not fatal, but it's best to stay away from that thing and don't get close to it before it disappears."

Huang Chuxia let out a long sigh, and finally relaxed. Ma Xuanyu, who had disappeared with her and was found by Shen Le, squeezed over and stretched his neck:

"Doesn't that mean I can't work?"

"And donor, you'd better stay away from that thing." Elder Daoqing turned around and pointed at his chest.

Ma Xuanyu's face changed, he reached out and pressed his chest, but felt nothing. He quickly rushed to the corner, pulled open his clothes and took a look, then screamed:
"I...I have it too!"

"It's also an obsession. Don't be afraid, just stay away from it and wait for the traces to slowly disappear."

The old monk smiled and said a few words of comfort, bowed to Shen Le, and turned to leave. In the room, everyone looked at each other, and after a long while, someone asked:

"Then... is this house still under repair?"

As the question was asked, the room became even quieter. Huang Chuxia, Ma Xuanyu, the other two junior students, as well as the foreman and two workers working on the construction site, all looked at Shen Le's instructor at the same time.

The old professor was silent and confused for a while, then turned to look at Shen Le:

"…What do you think?"

I stand and watch?
Shen Le's lips moved twice, unable to find an idea for a moment. He turned his head to look at his fellow apprentices, then looked out the window, as if he could see the old house that the boss was renovating recently through dozens of houses:

"Instructor, does this project have a time limit?"

"Theoretically, there is a deadline, three months left... But, based on the current progress, if we stop work for a month, we will definitely not be able to catch up..."

Not to mention a month, even half a month would be enough, and we would need everyone to work hard and overtime to catch up with the progress.

You know, in many projects, some nodes cannot be skipped. For example, when you inject chemicals into a wooden pillar to increase its strength, you have to give it time to react.

In addition, the restoration of ancient buildings is greatly affected by the climate, such as the return of the south wind and typhoon days in the south, the plum rain season in Jianghuai, and the winter in the north...

"So, if the deadline is exceeded, will there be any problems?"

Of course, there are problems. For a project like this, if you dare to exceed the deadline, the government will not pay you.

Fortunately, these days everyone is short of money and life is difficult. If you do not exceed the deadline and complete the work normally, others will dare not refuse to pay.

In addition, there are the papers of my juniors. If the restoration of the ancient buildings is not completed, it will be a bit difficult to write the papers...

"Anyway, it's better to repair this old house, right?"

Shen Le summarized his mentor's argument. Professor Han looked embarrassed:

"That's true... but... well, forget it. If we really can't repair it, let's just put it off. People are the most important! We can find a way to fix the rest later!"

what?
Money problem?

The school project and the local cultural and tourism department's project are giving them a headache. Don't say the project is delayed because of danger. Even if there is no danger, can it still be delayed?
The level of the school is even higher than the local level!

what?
Questions about thesis and graduation extension?

There was no other choice but to ask the supervisor to dig out something from the project they were working on and let the students publish it.

As for Professor Han, well, he is an old professor who is about to retire. He doesn’t care about fame and fortune. If he doesn’t agree, he will do it!

"Boss, it won't come to this." Shen Le smiled.

"Let me think of a solution for the ancient house - do you mind if I participate in this project?"

"Of course not! It would be best if you would help me! - Are you free now?"

There is definitely time. It will take a long time for Yun Kun to eat the spiritual wood and transform himself.
In the past two months, it probably won't go out to stir up trouble;
The rest is:

"Boss, can you show me the information about this ancient house, especially its history and heritage?"

(End of this chapter)