"No way?" As soon as Su Qinchao said this, Li Bi immediately looked at him with a look of surprise and doubt on his face.

Let’s not talk about whether there are really gods and ghosts in this world. If there are, why was there no record of the successful sacrifice to the Lord of Mount Tai in the county annals when I was in Fufeng?

However, if not, then what about this child? What about the corpses that have been dead for several months but have not decayed?

He originally thought that as long as he checked carefully and looked for clues bit by bit, he would be able to find out why the corpse had not decayed.

Unexpectedly, after checking more than a dozen bodies, the cause was not found, and more and more questions accumulated in my mind.

First, these corpses were abnormally cold, as if they were placed in ice coffins. They were much colder than ordinary corpses, which was obviously inconsistent with the surrounding environment.

Just now he had deliberately used an autopsy knife to cut open the skin of several corpses and discovered that there was ice in their blood vessels.

But this valley has no cold ponds around it, and it is not a wind shelter. The land underneath is just ordinary loess. There is no thousand-year-old ice as rumored, and it feels just ordinary to touch.

Why did the blood of these corpses freeze into ice? Could it be that the person who set up the hexagram could mobilize the power of heaven and earth?

Secondly, how could this little boy still be alive after lying there for months without food or water, exposed to the sun and rain, and through winter and spring?

"Why think so much? If you want to know the answer, why don't we wait for the child to wake up, then we will know everything, right?" Su Qin kept muttering to Li Bi when he saw him.

The questions in his conversation kept piling up, so he quickly interrupted.

He felt that there was no need to think so much. Whether it was a human or a ghost, wouldn't it be clear as soon as the person woke up?

"That's true, but the child's pulse is so weak, when will he wake up? Should we send him down the mountain to see a doctor?"

"Sure!" Su Qinchao nodded and was about to reach out to hug the little boy, but was stopped by Li Bi again.

"But if the sacrifice is real, is the ritual complete? If it's not complete, what if we send people down the mountain and it has the opposite effect?"

Li Bi's words were full of confusion, mainly because there were too many incredible situations here, which made him dare not act rashly.

He had been a county lieutenant for more than ten years, but had never encountered such a situation. Moreover, there was no record of ghosts and gods in the ancestors' books!

"What should I do? This doesn't work, and that doesn't work either?" Su Qinchao touched his arm. Although it was almost noon, the sun was shining brightly on his body.

But listening to Li Bi's muttering, he suddenly felt a chill.

He didn't know how to do an autopsy, but if he couldn't move the child, he could at least cover him with something to keep him warm, or give him some water. After all, it might not be necessary for a sacrifice.

Perhaps he could also transfer some internal energy to the child to promote blood circulation? Su Qinchao thought of this and said it directly.

"Then let's try your method?" Li Bi hesitated for a while, and finally decided to adopt Su Qinchao's method first.

...

"It seems his pulse is stronger." Su Qinchao withdrew his hand that was transmitting his internal energy.

He bent down again to feel the boy's pulse and found that it was indeed stronger. Then he stood up and shouted to Li Bi who was still examining the corpse not far away.

Two hours ago, they fed the little boy some salt water and covered him with the thick cloaks they had taken off. Now the little boy's face seemed to be a little rosier.

"Then come and help me keep records. Let's check the remaining dozen or so bodies before it gets dark so that we can find a place to rest."

Li Bi straightened up, turned his stiff neck with difficulty, and then looked up at the sky full of red clouds. He had been working without sleep for two days.

What he wanted to do most now was to lie down and rest for a while, but the examination of the corpse was not yet completed, so he had to endure it.

"When I came here just now, I saw a cave facing the sun over there. It looked quite clean."

Su Qin trotted over and pointed to a rock wall with some vines hanging on it not far behind him, then took the paper and pen from Li Bi's hand.

“Then just rest there. We have to stay here for a few days anyway!” Li Bi bent down again, his hands moving continuously.

"Boy, eight years old, five and a half feet tall..."

...

That night, when the moon was at its highest point in the sky, Su Qinchao, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened by a rustling sound.

He originally thought that the child had woken up and was about to wake up Li Bi to check.

However, he did not expect that there would suddenly be a bright light outside the cave, followed by a huge furry black tail that quickly swept through the cave entrance, causing him to feel nervous.

What is this? Su Qinchao didn't bother to call Li Bi. He carefully poked half of his head out of the cave and looked over from a distance.

I saw a giant black beast about ten feet tall, emitting a faint moon-white light all over its body, and shaped like a civet cat. Like a human, it looked up at the moon and stood with its legs upright in the Kun hexagram.

From time to time, he would raise his claws and wave them upwards, chanting obscure words that were incomprehensible to anyone.

All of a sudden, not only did the air around it slowly become condensed, but even the moonlight above one's head began to sing along with it, becoming brighter and brighter.

After a while, it poured straight down into the Kun hexagram, and fell on the corpses on the ground without leaving a trace.

At that moment, even Su Qinchao, who was more than ten feet away, felt a chill that penetrated his bones.

He couldn't help but shrink his neck and sneeze, not too loudly.

A-choo! Su Qinchao suddenly covered his mouth and subconsciously looked at the beast.

Fortunately, the giant beast's attention was all focused on the little boy in front of it at this time, and it did not notice the movement here.

After a while, the giant beast seemed to have finally seen enough. It stretched out its claws to tuck the little boy's cloak, then slowly stood up, opened its mouth and spit out a gem filled with green light.

As soon as the pearl was spit out, it began to spin around the little boy from the outside to the inside. As it spun, it emitted a little green light that slowly disappeared into the little boy's body.

Is this giant beast trying to save the little boy? The more Su Qinchao looked at it, the more surprised he became. His originally fearful heart gradually calmed down.

He never expected that he would encounter such a magical thing in this era, it was as if he was dreaming.

It completely overturned his cognition of the past few decades.

Could this giant beast be the incarnation of the Lord of Mount Tai?

With this appearance, even if it is related to the Lord of Mount Tai, it can at most be considered the Lord of Mount Tai's pet, or a monster or something.

Just as Su Qinchao was thinking about this and that, the giant beast suddenly turned its head, looked at him, and waved with its claws:

"Su Qinchao, come here."

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