The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 648 Shen Le: Everyone get out of the way, I'm about to unleash my ultimate move!

"withdraw!"

"Get out!"

The moment the alarm sounded, the elderly professor from Shen Le's alma mater immediately shouted. As he shouted, he grabbed his notebook and waved it at the students.

"Don't take anything! Leave it here! Get out of here now!"

With a whoosh, the students rushed up, surrounded and helped their instructor, and ran down the hillside.

The junior apprentice, who was on his first archaeological site, didn't react at first, but after a moment of realization, he was the fastest to run:
Run!

Run quickly!
My senior classmates have told me this several times: if you run too slowly in this situation, you will be haunted by a ghost!
On the contrary, the local archaeological team was slower to react, requiring the Special Affairs Bureau to rush over and shoo them away. There was no other way; resources were limited, and they weren't like the faculty and students of top universities who had received ample training.

Unlike the faculty and students of top universities, who have extensive networks and have heard countless stories of archaeological mishaps before even starting their first job;

Of course, I haven't heard much about the Special Affairs Bureau relentlessly monitoring people, constantly trying to save them, and sometimes even failing to do so, resulting in professors and students ending up in the hospital together...

Fortunately, the testing equipment set up by the Special Affairs Bureau was sensitive enough, and the "thing" pulled out of the kiln was not particularly dangerous.

A group of people looked around and whispered among themselves, trying to pick up some notes or artifacts they had unearthed. When the alarm went off for the third time, they all evacuated outside the restricted area.

After finishing, I turned around:

"Hey Professor Zhang, what's that student of yours... still up there?"

"Uh……"

The old professor turned his head, took a step forward, then retreated back to his original position. After a moment's pause, he sighed softly:
"Ugh……"

Forget it, I can't control him anymore. Shen Le is more like a member of the Special Affairs Bureau than a student of this school. Everyone has their own expertise, let him be…

Hopefully, I hope he doesn't damage the ruins!
This kid is specializing in cultural relic restoration, not archaeology. He hasn't received complete training in archaeological fieldwork!

The moment the alarm sounded, Shen Le ran against the flow of people towards the source of the spiritual energy fluctuations. He darted past a student, then a professor, then another student…

While swaying, he reached behind him and pulled open the side pocket of his backpack, pulling out a peach wood sword. Gripping the hilt, warmth seeped in, and the blade's spine shimmered with a soft, ever-changing light.

I don't care if you're a corpse sunk in the Zhangshui River or a kiln worker whose entire family was executed. In short, you'd better behave yourselves, don't cause trouble, and especially don't bother our teachers and students—

Otherwise, if you're being immature, I'll help you become mature!
"I'll do it! I'll do it!" The little oil lamp jumped around anxiously in the backpack.

Leave it to me! No matter how many demons and monsters there are, I'll pin them to the ground!

"Qingdeng, lay down an electric fence around yourself." Shen Le exhaled softly and communicated with it in his mind:
“Starting from the point where spiritual energy is emanating, the electric fence extends all the way to the edge of the cordon. Anyone who wants to get out must pass through the electric fence.”

"—Do not harm people, but if anything unclean is attached to a person—"

【Understood! Leave it to me! I'm best at this!】

The little oil lamp agreed and went off to work excitedly.

Shen Le followed the sound to the location of the alarm and saw the young man who had driven him a few days ago squatting in the excavation area, sweeping the ceramic shards with a trolley-like object, his brows furrowed.

Seeing Shen Le rush over, his face was filled with a look of relief:
"Mr. Shen, could you come and take a look? How should we do this?"

If the Special Affairs Bureau takes over, removes all these porcelain shards, cleans them, and then lets the archaeological team in, won't the archaeological team be unhappy?

The Special Affairs Bureau certainly won't work with the same precision as an archaeological team; they'll most likely bring in excavators, and who knows what they might damage...

"Don't rush, let me take a look." Shen Le nodded to him, first stuffing the Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword into his hand, muttering, "I'm lending it to you for self-defense."

Then, with footsteps as swift as the wind, he rushed out, beginning to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain, one by one, those with inscriptions:

Yuan, Yuan, Yuan...

town……

Lock……

spring……

"Yuan Tan, Yuan Bin, Yuan Xiaoyou, Yuan Huiye, Yuan Bi, Yuan Shao..."

"Suppressing Yin Soldiers, Locking Up the Yellow Springs..."

"These soul-suppressing figurines were commissioned by the Imperial Advisor to be made to suppress the corpses beneath the Zhang River!!!"

Memories of the porcelain tower quickly surfaced. The roar of the Lu family kiln owner, which he had heard in his memory, echoed once more, mixed with the whistling sound of a steel blade striking down and the metallic smell of blood spurting from his neck…

"who are you……"

He knelt on one knee before the pile of porcelain, before the layer of soil that buried the shards, one hand pressing down on a broken piece. A surge of heat rose, flowing beneath the shards, seeping into the soil, into the porcelain fragments:
"To whom does your unwavering, persistent obsession belong...?"

"Are you still hating...? What are you hating..."

"Times have changed, more than a thousand years have passed, and your enemies are all dead, most likely dead in a terrible way... You can let go of your hatred..."

He murmured incantations, constantly trying to release his thoughts and the heat within them, communicating with the surging, dark power emanating from the porcelain shards.

Once, twice, three times, they waited and waited, only to see a whirlwind rise from the ground, carrying with it mud and dust, swirling higher and higher:
"This……"

Shen Le looked uncertainly at the Special Affairs Bureau officer. What should they do in this situation? Should they just attack?
It's not that it's impossible, but they are also pitiful beings... We can communicate with them and help them pass on, so let's try helping them pass on first?
The special affairs officer looked at him blankly. "You're the expert! You took this case!"

You're asking me?

The two stared at each other for a while, then Shen Le sighed and placed his hands on the ground again. This time, the soil gently rippled under his hands, revealing what was buried within, batch by batch:
First, there were porcelain shards of various sizes, some with tops, some with bases, and some with edges.

Some were nearly round, almost spherical porcelain shards, while others were uneven, rather heavy pieces. Shen Le even picked out fragments that looked like noses, eyes, and ears...

"Is it humanoid?"

The special affairs officer squatted down to watch, reached out to touch it, and then withdrew his hand as if it were burning hot.

According to the Special Affairs Bureau's experience, human-shaped objects are particularly intelligent and prone to forming something. These porcelain shards are smooth and even, with a glaze as lustrous as snow; it's clear at a glance that a great deal of effort was put into their firing.

Although they were smashed—or worse, smashed—and buried underground for so many years, the “thing” that may coalesce into them will only be stronger, not weaker!
"Hmm, they're humanoid." Shen Le's expression was grave. He tried to piece together the faces, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it right.

However, he still had a feeling:

"If everything is pieced together, communication should be easier, and it should make it easier to perform the ritual for the deceased?"

"You want to play?"

The special agent looked at him like he was a monster. How many porcelain figurines were there?!

The amount that Shen Le has just unearthed is already one square meter in size, and when piled up at an angle, it's half a meter high!
With so many porcelain shards, could Shen Le possibly finish assembling them all by himself, even by next year? He certainly wouldn't bother; he didn't want to cut his ten fingers into shreds dealing with so many shards…

Shen Le frowned, staring at the pile of porcelain shards in front of him. Even if he were a porcelain restorer, let alone someone specializing in ancient architecture, it would take him ages to finish dealing with all this.

Suddenly, something jumped inside the backpack. Shen Le pressed his hand against the side of the backpack, lowered his head slightly, and closed his eyes.

Inside the bracelet, the bead containing the porcelain pagoda—which Huang Yutong had transformed into—was also pulsating, as Huang Yutong hurriedly helped convey the message:
"The porcelain tower is sensitive to these things; it might be able to help..."

[Even the porcelain bottle says it can help!] The little oil lamp practically wanted to explode Shen Le's head with its shouts:

It said that with it around, everything could be put together in a day!

Shen Le sighed. He looked left and right to make sure everyone had evacuated, then took out the porcelain bottle and placed it next to the pile of porcelain shards.

Immediately, the porcelain bottle leaped up, jumped into the pile of porcelain shards, and began to roll left and right, bumping against the rim, the body, and the bottom of the bottle...

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"

Shen Le quickly grabbed the porcelain bottle. After thinking for a moment, he stretched his right palm forward and slowly raised it.

As he moved his hand, a large pile of porcelain shards floated up, turned in a different direction, and fell onto the flat ground beside him, separating one by one.

Shen Le then carried the porcelain bottle over:

"Look, which pieces belong to the same tool, point them out, and I'll put them together."

The porcelain bottle rolled in and was kicked and punched. Following its instructions, Shen Le carefully gathered the porcelain shards one by one, categorizing them and putting them into a pile.

In just ten minutes, he sorted the first batch of porcelain shards, then the second, the third...

"Huh? It's really accurate." The special affairs officer had been standing five meters away, craning his neck to observe. When the third batch of porcelain shards was gathered, he let out a soft exclamation of surprise and quickly stepped forward:

"Look at these pieces... this face? These can be pieced together to form a complete face! This porcelain vase can really communicate with the porcelain shards; it can assemble them faster than anything else!"

Shen Le let out a soft sigh of relief. He gripped the porcelain bottle tightly, took a step forward, and pressed it to the ground. He paused, then stood up again, turning his head to look at the crowd gathered at the foot of the mountain:
"Please, let them go back first... No, please have Professor Zhang come up. I guarantee his safety?"

Even if you're using cheat codes, you still need an expert present. Otherwise, without someone witnessing the assembly of the porcelain figurines and without a sufficiently qualified expert to vouch for them, the entire batch of figurines will be ruined!

No one would admit that these things were unearthed from the ruins beneath their feet!

Professor Zhang couldn't have been happier to hear that. Under the eager watchful eyes of his students and the worried yet envious gazes of the local archaeologists, he strode towards the summit.

The others, however, had to be urged and coaxed by the special affairs officer to get on the bus in batches and evacuate far away.

In their field of vision, only a wisp of smoke remained, slowly rising and soon obscuring the hillside where they were working...

Why is the fog so thick?

Professor Zhang looked around, a sense of unease creeping into his heart. When he first came up the mountain, there hadn't been any rain; the sky was clear and blue, and there was no sign of rain overhead.

Suddenly fog rolled in, everything around us was clean and clear, the entire hillside was covered, while it was still brightly lit overhead.

Could this fog be caused by some unclean spirit?!

"It's alright, teacher, it's alright." Shen Le quickly went over to comfort him. She held his hand, letting him feel the warmth and strength of her palm, and patted her chest to assure him:
"Teacher, I'm here. I promise I won't let anything happen to you. Don't worry, don't be afraid. I'm using a little of my superpower to get the work done; otherwise, I definitely wouldn't be able to handle such a large quantity—"

He first set up three camera devices: Professor Zhang's phone, his own phone, and the special case phone brought by the guy from the Special Affairs Bureau, the kind that can clearly capture ghostly figures.

Then he knelt on one knee, pressed his hand to the ground, and let the soil push the porcelain shard upwards. The soil churned and surged, making Professor Zhang's heart pound, and he kept giving instructions:

"Slow down! Slow down! Don't break the porcelain shards! -- As long as we can resolve the anomaly, we should remove as few pieces as possible. The burial conditions of the porcelain shards underground are also very important information!"

"Professor, please don't worry!"

Shen Le didn't turn her head, but answered softly. While she agreed, her hands didn't slow down at all. The soil under her feet turned and rolled, and in a short while, the porcelain shards were piled up into a small mountain.

Shen Le took two steps back, focused his mind slightly, and a gentle breeze blew by, causing the mud and rotten soil to quietly disappear, revealing pieces of smooth, crystalline porcelain—

Professor Zhang gasped. Shen Le quickly stepped back, steadied her again, and whispered a warning:
"Teacher, don't be afraid. I'll summon a few spirit artifacts to help me with the work. Don't worry, they're all spirit artifacts I've created; they're very well-behaved and won't harm anyone!"

Teacher Zhang took a deep breath and nodded earnestly. Shen Le smiled reassuringly at her, untied the beads from her bracelet, and placed them on the ground.

In a short while, a small house rose from the ground, from half a foot high to one foot high, then to one meter, one and a half meters, and two meters high;
Inside the house, several flowing skirts billowed out. Before Professor Zhang could see what kind of beautiful young woman was beneath them, he saw the long, dark hair at the top of the skirts rapidly spread out, reaching several feet in length and disappearing into the pile of porcelain shards…

"It's alright, it's alright, they're helping me with the work." Shen Le turned around and comforted Teacher Zhang again, holding the Dingxing kiln white porcelain bottle in both hands, and walked into the group of women in skirts.

The porcelain bottle couldn't speak yet; to be precise, it couldn't make sounds that humans could hear or understand, but it could already communicate with the spirits of artifacts.

It took charge of directing, while the women in their flowing skirts sorted the pieces. Thousands of strands of black silk fluttered back and forth, and in no time, they had sorted the porcelain shards on the ground into dozens of piles.

She paused, then rushed to a pile of porcelain shards, her long black hair spreading out like a curtain, deftly picking them up piece by piece and piecing them together into a rough human shape:

"A porcelain figurine!" Teacher Zhang exclaimed, her joy overflowing. At that moment, she even forgot her fear of witnessing a supernatural phenomenon and rushed towards it.

"A translucent white porcelain figurine from the Northern Dynasties! The first of its kind ever discovered! Let me see—"

"Teacher, watch out!!!"

(End of this chapter)