"Speaking of which, it was my first year in Rosemary. The monk surnamed Wang said, "At that time, I grabbed a magic weapon with another monk. The two of us fought inside Rosemary. I wasn't familiar with Rosemary, and I couldn't beat people, so I ran around desperately. The man was also crazy and chased after me desperately. ”

"As a result, the two of us slowly reached the interior of Rosemary, and I still have palpitations when I think about it now. Why was he so bold in the first place!" The monk surnamed Wang unconsciously pinched the pill bottle: "Until now, I don't know where I went deep into the interior of Rosemary Mountain at that time. ”

"I felt like I was dying, I didn't have any elixir, and my spiritual power was running out. The person behind me is running out of spiritual power, but it's more than enough to kill me. ”

Mo Jiuxiao listened quietly on the side, capturing useful information.

But suddenly out of nowhere, a column of soldiers, their skin was very white, their bodies were flowing, but they were too flowing. The monk surnamed Wang licked his dry lips: "It's like, just like people often call ghosts." ”

"I didn't know about the ghost soldiers at the time, I just stared blankly. It was the monk who was going to kill me who pounced and made me hold my breath. The two of us lay motionless for a long time before the ghost soldiers disappeared completely. I was scared, I didn't see where they came from or where they went. ”

"And what happened later?" Mo Jiuxiao asked.

"Later," said the monk surnamed Wang, with a wry smile, "that man was so frightened that I knew that I had almost died." In the end, I didn't ask for a magic weapon, and that person didn't kill me. It's all bad fate. In the end, the two of us were lucky enough to make it back alive. I didn't get anything, and the man lost a leg. ”

"Brother Wang, are you two the only people who have seen ghost soldiers in Rosemary Mountain for so many years?" Bai Shan asked curiously.

"Probably. I only later heard that the last time someone saw the traces of ghost soldiers was about 200 years ago. The monk surnamed Wang said. "I've never been to the depths of Rosemary again, and I don't know if the ghost soldiers show up every time, or if it's just that time. ”

"Do ghost soldiers kill people?" Bai Shan suddenly asked.

"Why don't you kill, do you think that the people in the underworld are like in the book, and they will only hook your life when the time comes?" "There are many dead people in the immortal cultivation world, and ghosts can't control it. They had the privilege of taking the lives of anyone who had done evil as a sacrifice at will. Haven't you heard of the killing of tens of thousands of monks in the ghost realm thousands of years ago?"

This Mo Jiuxiao really hadn't heard of it, and he rarely looked at things related to the ghost world. Most of them are still related to demons. I didn't expect the ghost soldiers to be so ferocious!

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"Brother Wang, was that day any special day, for example, the Midyear Festival?" asked Bai Shan tentatively.

Brother Wang shook his head: "I don't know about this, I can't remember clearly. Then he turned his head and warned Bai Shan: "Don't be greedy for fun in the depths of Rosemary Mountain, the demon beasts there are a hundred times more powerful than the current here." If you run in, you'll be torn and eaten by monsters halfway through. Ghost soldiers, just listen to it. It's a shame that when you meet me, if you ask someone else, you won't be able to ask anything in your life. ”

"This shows that I have a good vision and can choose people. Bai Shan secretly praised himself.

"Wrong! This only shows that encountering ghost soldiers is a matter of luck! Still live honestly, don't think about those who don't have it!" The monk surnamed Wang gave Bai Shan a burst of chest.