FVN Chapter 210 My true intention was to protect the tomb, not to harm people.
Chapter 210 My true intention was to protect the tomb, not to harm people.
Lin Jianguo's car sped along the winding mountain road.
The mountain road winds and twists, and the trees on both sides have all lost their green leaves, their bare branches slanting towards the gray sky.
In the distance, the Qingfeng Mountains rise in layers, with thick, dark clouds shrouding the peaks, making the entire mountain forest appear deep and solemn, and even the air is filled with a lingering chill.
Lin Jianguo gripped the steering wheel tightly, his foot on the accelerator never loosening, his brow furrowed with unyielding anxiety, and his gaze occasionally shifted to Shen Yu, who was resting with his eyes closed beside him.
This composure gradually calmed Lin Jianguo's chaotic mind.
As long as Shen Yu is here, the strange turmoil that is shrouding the ancient tomb on Qingfeng Mountain today will surely be completely quelled.
"Mr. Shen, I've always had a question in my mind."
After a brief silence, Lin Jianguo spoke first, breaking the stillness in the carriage.
"Those desperate smugglers of cultural relics were skilled in evil magic and had even set up a special evil-attracting formation. It was clear that they came prepared."
Since they dared to openly harm people and rob treasures in the suburbs of Beijing, they must have some powerful backing. Do you think they had accomplices outside the tomb besides the six people inside?
Shen Yu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and calm, without the slightest ripple.
He gazed out the window at the rapidly receding withered trees and forest, and uttered a soft voice:
"There were indeed three people left to meet us on the outskirts. They were hiding in the dense forest on the west side of the burial mound. They were equipped with vehicles and an escape route, and they had also prepared a large amount of money. They planned to leave the capital overnight after they succeeded."
However, they are all peripheral henchmen who don't understand magic; their job is only to keep watch, provide backup, and gather information. They can't cause much trouble.
Upon hearing this, Lin Jianguo's heart skipped a beat. He immediately took out his walkie-talkie and quickly contacted the police officers stationed outside the scene:
"Attention all personnel! Conduct a thorough search of the woods west of the ancient tomb. Three suspicious individuals are lurking there. Immediately deploy forces to surround and cordon off the area. Do not alert them. Await further instructions!"
After explaining, he turned to look at Shen Yu again and asked further questions:
"Was the original Myriad Fiends Returning to the Origin Formation in that ancient tomb truly only used to punish evildoers? If we were to conduct a normal archaeological excavation, would we also be harmed by the formation?"
"This formation was set up by Su Jingyuan, a scholar of Taoism in the Tang Dynasty, to protect the tomb. His original intention was to protect the tomb, not to harm people."
Shen Yu patiently explained,
"The formation is based on the earth veins of the tomb and draws on the accumulated yin energy of the tomb over the ages, establishing ironclad rules."
Anyone who harbors evil intentions, uses evil magic, commits murder, or intends to steal treasure will be devoured by the power of the formation, their life force will dissipate, and they will die with black blood flowing from their seven orifices.
If archaeologists are respectful and act in accordance with regulations, and are simply conducting normal exploration and cleaning of cultural relics, with an upright and honest demeanor, the formation will automatically avoid them and will not have any impact.
The five archaeological team members who were killed were forcibly invaded by evil energy drawn by an external talisman, not by the formation itself.
The smugglers repeatedly activated the Soul-Devouring Talisman to harm people, which was tantamount to deliberately crossing the bottom line of the formation. Therefore, the successive deaths were their own doing.
"I see." Lin Jianguo suddenly understood, and the many doubts in his heart were finally resolved.
"In that case, this ancient formation is actually a good thing. It has silently guarded the tomb for thousands of years, which has deterred many villains from venturing into it."
Unfortunately, this time, they encountered a desperate criminal skilled in unorthodox methods, coupled with collusion from an insider, which led to this tragic accident.
The two talked all the way, and after more than ten minutes, the vehicle came to a steady stop on the open ground outside the ancient tomb excavation site.
Looking around, the three layers of bright yellow warning lines act like three barriers, completely protecting the entire Tang Dynasty tomb.
People thronged both inside and outside the cordon. Police officers in dark blue uniforms patrolled back and forth along the cordon in pairs, their expressions tense and their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.
Staff from the cultural relics bureau, on-site forensic experts, and logistics personnel stood on both sides, their faces etched with exhaustion and fear.
The series of bizarre deaths over the past few days, along with the recent image of a fake folk master dying on the spot, have already sown seeds of fear in people's hearts.
At the edge of the crowd, a number of local villagers and scattered reporters who had rushed over upon hearing the news were still crowding around, peering curiously toward the mound of earth, whispering among themselves.
As soon as the car came to a stop, Director Zhang of the Cultural Relics Bureau, along with several key staff members, quickly came to greet us.
The days of hard work had left his eyes covered with dark circles, his hair was disheveled, and he walked hurriedly with an anxious expression.
When he saw Shen Yu getting out of the passenger seat, he instinctively paused, his eyes flashing with obvious surprise and distrust.
In his imagination, the master who could break the curse of the ancient tomb and fight against evil spirits should be an elder with white hair and beard and a profound aura, or a Taoist priest who walks between the yin and yang worlds all year round and wears a Taoist robe.
But the Shen Yu in front of him was only in his early twenties, wearing a simple black thin down jacket, paired with dark casual trousers and sneakers. He had a tall and straight figure and a gentle and calm temperament.
He looked like an ordinary young man, and it was hard to associate him with the word "master".
"Director Lin." Director Zhang suppressed his doubts, first bowing to Lin Jianguo, then his gaze returned to Shen Yu, his tone somewhat probing, "Is this the capable person you mentioned?"
"Director Zhang, let me formally introduce you to Mr. Shen, a master who specializes in handling all kinds of supernatural and bizarre cases. Only Mr. Shen can completely resolve all the strange events at the Qingfeng Mountain ancient tomb."
Lin Jianguo spoke solemnly, every word conveying complete conviction, without a trace of joking.
Seeing this, Director Zhang, though still harboring doubts, dared not be negligent any longer and quickly stepped forward to bow in greeting.
"Mr. Shen, I have long admired your name. The situation on site is extremely dangerous. Five lives have been lost under mysterious circumstances, the field team has lost contact, and a Taoist priest who came to help has also tragically perished. The entire construction site is in a state of panic. We beg your help."
Shen Yu nodded slightly, offering no further pleasantries, his gaze sweeping across the crowd to the raised earthen mound in the center:
"Take me to the outer perimeter of the tomb first, I'll check the array's core. We'll discuss the rest later."
"Alright, alright, please follow me!" Director Zhang quickly stepped aside to lead the way, waving his hand to signal the staff on both sides to make way.
The group walked through the noisy crowd and reached the vicinity of the burial mound.
The ground beneath my feet was a mixture of mud, withered leaves, and scattered pebbles. The cold autumn wind swept across the top of the mound, stirring up fine dust, and the temperature was several degrees lower than the surrounding area.
Shen Yu walked slowly around the burial mound, his steps unhurried and steady, his deep gaze sweeping across the seven directions of the mound: east, south, west, north, southeast, northeast, and southwest.