Chapter Fifty-Three: Shamanic Sorcerer

  Perhaps it was because my emotions were too 'agitated', but I only saw a look of disgust on her small face, she shook her head and walked towards the stone room door without saying anything.

  I stared blankly at her, from her actions just now, Xiaobian must have known something, I think she knows more than the old professor.

  I suppose only a few people know about my father's affairs, probably just Tang Guangze and the others, as well as the person behind Professor Lao. They all seem to be very familiar with my father's situation, and they all want to get their hands on what's in the box.

  I think this time they came to Tieban River also for the things in the box, otherwise, why would they all come over?

  Tang Guangze brought me here because he wanted to use me as bait to lure out my father, so they could find the box.

  Originally, my father could have remained anonymous, but I don't understand why he wanted to reveal his identity and even published the article. He must have had some ulterior motive or discovered something.

  At this point, suddenly only a faint voice of Xiaobo was heard loudly shouting: "Teacher, do you plan to sacrifice everyone's 'life'?"

  I turned around and saw that Xiaobian was holding a gun in his hand, pointing at the old professor with a fierce gaze, as if he wanted to kill him.

  I hastily walked over, only to see the old professor's face pale, as if he hadn't seen Xiao Bo's threat at this time. His eyes were fixed on the prehistoric giant crocodile, and from the old professor's face, it could be seen that he was hesitating.

  My heart suddenly skipped a beat. Indeed, Xiaobo's position was much higher than that of the old professor. The things she wanted to do seemed to not require any consideration at all.

  But what does she mean by those words?

  Compensate everyone's 'life'?

  However, the old professor was still hesitant, his throat rolled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

  Only to see Xiao Bo had already cocked the gun, looking like he was about to fire.

  She wants to kill the old professor?

  Why? Aren't they on the same team?

  All sorts of problems suddenly flooded towards me, with no answers and no clues.

  Realizing this, I couldn't care about that much anymore and spoke out to stop him: "Hold on, why do you want to do this? Killing him won't bring any benefits."

  My voice isn't very small either, but I don't dare to step forward and block the gun muzzle, this 'woman' will definitely fire the shot, no need to doubt it.

  Xiao Bo looked at me without even a glance and said directly: "Teacher, I hope you won't regret it."

  The old professor's face twitched, his complexion turning a deathly gray, as if he had made some terrifying decision. He finally turned his gaze to Xiaobo and said, word by word: "I also hope you won't regret it."

  Her expression remained calm and collected, as if she hadn't taken his warning to heart. With a serious face, she said: "I'm very clear about what I need to do, Teacher, you should also be clear about your duties. Being soft-hearted is not suitable for people like us. You know exactly where the mechanism is. Now, our situation is one of escape. Once that ugly thing gets in, it's impossible for you to survive and enter the underworld. Hurry up and open the mechanism."

  Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze fell on the old professor, all with puzzled and bewildered expressions. How did he know where the mechanism was? Why didn't he open it? After all, that prehistoric giant crocodile wasn't a joke; once it came in, death would be inevitable.

  What is he hesitating about?

  At this time, Yu Gang anxiously said: "Old professor, you'd better hurry up and open the mechanism, otherwise everyone will meet in the belly of the crocodile."

  I don't dare say anything to dissuade the old professor from opening the mechanism, someone like him will always only think of himself no matter what happens.

  I think he won't let himself go down the road I just mentioned.

  I trust my intuition, although I know that Old Professor wanted to go to heaven after he died, but I know he still has his own path to follow.

  Baza was also anxious at this time, and he too begged the old professor: "I haven't married the girl yet, I don't want to be eaten by a crocodile."

  "Master..." Pakha Hai opened his mouth, but Baza just glared at him with one eye, making a gesture as if to hit him, scaring him into silence.

  Finally, the old professor sighed, took a look at the prehistoric giant crocodile outside the 'door' of the stone room, and walked to where I just found the mechanism to search.

  Isn't there an organization over there?

  Is it because I didn't look carefully enough?

  As expected, under the old professor's 'exploration', some twisted and curved images appeared on the stone wall after a while. The image slowly emerged into a black shadow, which slowly floated out to be a human figure. The black shadow was about 1.8 meters tall, looking as if it were a casual splash of water, printed on the uneven stone wall, as if it would dry up in a moment. However, the strange expression on his face that seemed to smile but not quite, those haughty eye corners and that 'flower' patterned long gown, really made people feel very familiar.

  The expression on her face and the floral skirt she was wearing made me pause for a moment, and suddenly I felt short of breath.

  "She... she isn't..." I pointed at the figure on the stone wall, suddenly unsure of what to say.

  "My goodness, she's a messenger from the underworld!" Bazaar exclaimed.

  "What you said is correct, she is the 'yin' messenger who just appeared in the woods." The old professor said with some mystery: "Do you still remember how that soul-summoning melody went?"

  Suddenly, I seemed to realize some serious problems after all, which were all around this. The 'yin' messenger was actually an old lady wearing a 'flower' skirt.

  "What do you mean?" Yu Gang felt extremely surprised, saying: "We clearly just met on the edge of the swamp, how did she appear on this stone wall again, how could..."

  At this time, Pakha came over and explained: "She is the messenger of the 'Yin' world. I thought it was fake, but I didn't expect her to be here guarding. Maybe what we saw earlier was just a shadow. I heard from my elders that in our nation's ancient ancestors, they believed in Shamanism. In Shamanism, there are many hallucinatory witchcrafts that can make people produce illusions."

  "What's Shamanism?" Yu Gang asked in surprise.

  "Yes." Pakha nodded and continued: "Shamans exist in our village, but ordinary people don't know who they are. They are mostly female, serving as a medium between humans and ghosts."

  Shaman is a dialect of the Tungus people, translated as "shaman", they call shamans "shamans". Shamans use some ritual activities and establish religious behavior patterns such as communication, utilization, prayer, worship, defense, driving, fighting, etc. with these objects. Shaman was once thought to have the ability to control the weather, predict, interpret dreams, astrology, and travel to heaven or hell.

  "Is it mainly about 'femininity'?" Yu Gang's whole body was like being struck by lightning, and he squeezed out this sentence from his teeth.

  No need to think about it, he has 'shot' to Xiao Cong again. Tie Bu Li once said that Xiao Cong's identity might be a witch.

  If the true identity of the girl is a witch, then all these problems have a perfect explanation. Everyone in the village regards her as a god-like figure, and the elders do everything with her permission.

  The shaman has a status even higher than some of the village leaders.

  "Is your sister a witch too?" Yu Gang blurted out.

  Baza listened and said excitedly: "Auntie is not only the most beautiful person, but also our village's lucky charm."

  As soon as he mentioned Xiang'er, Baza's whole person became very excited and enthusiastic. He kept saying: "Sister is beautiful, smart, and also the only one in our village who has been abroad. She brought back some things from abroad and changed the appearance of our village from head to toe."

  Yu Gang's face turned as foul as if he had eaten dog shit, and with a grasp of Ba Zha's collar, he asked: "Answer my question, is your sister a witch?"

  He was so eager to know the answer, as if this answer could bring him a knife.

  "I didn't know." Bazaar was startled by his words and shook his head directly.

  At this time, the old professor said: "Your wizards' identities are very mysterious, it's uncertain, you might also be a wizard, anyone has the possibility."

  Anyone can be a wizard, this sentence thoroughly just gave him a knife to the back, he pushed away Baza, then, with a dark face, said nothing.

  In Western regions, many ethnic groups believe in Shamanism and among them there may be sorcerers.

  In shamanism, it is said that 'female' is the main one, but there is no rule that males cannot be witches.

  In ancient times, Qu Yuan was a shaman, but his family name wasn't 'female', so how could he be a shaman?

  Bazaar jumped in surprise and said: "How could I possibly be a wizard?"

  Maybe it's just something I know myself.

  The old professor didn't say another word, his eyes fixed on the silhouette on the wall, which slowly became clearer and clearer, so clear that even someone as thick-skinned as me couldn't help but take a step back.

  The person on the stone wall, it's not just a simple silhouette, my feeling is that it's as if someone was embedded in the wall. She wore a 'flower' 'colored' skirt, with clear wrinkles on her face, I could even count how many wrinkles there were.

  What's most terrifying is her eyes, which seem to be slightly narrowed, as if sizing you up, with a sinister smile at the corner of her mouth.

  "My god, this old lady is too scary." Yu Gang couldn't help but let out a breath and took a step back in shock.

  Baza and Pakahai both poked their heads in, looking at the so-called "Yin" messenger with curiosity, who was actually a witch.

  "She must have lived for a very, very long time." I couldn't help but wonder about her age, looking like she's at least over 100 years old, otherwise the whole person would look like a mummy.

  No one answered me, they were all staring at the wizard on the wall, their souls gone.

  The old professor stretched out his hand and pressed it against the wall, reaching into the old woman's sleeve, gently pressing.