"It's a ghost!!"

Suddenly, a soldier from behind Ren Wei shouted. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and this shout is like putting a drop of water into the oil pot, which instantly awakens the minds of the soldiers, and there are many rumors about ghosts.

Over the past hundred years, the war has continued, and many people believe in ghosts and gods, Emperor Liang believes in Buddhism, and the people of the Southern Dynasty are even more respectful of ghosts and gods.

Ghost warriors, that is, folk legends, the ghosts of soldiers who died in the war, because most of the soldiers buried their bodies in the wilderness, there is no grave to return to, and the ghosts who are difficult to enter the underworld wander unconsciously in the place where they were sacrificed before death, and all the creatures they see will be classified as enemies, relying on the only remaining killing consciousness before death to surround and fight until the other party dies, or the ghost warrior himself dissipates.

"Ghost Warrior?!How can it be a Ghost Warrior?!"

"Was this once a battlefield?!"

"There are so many ghosts, it must be!"

"So what are we going to do?!How can we possibly fight the ghosts?!"

The last glimmer of the setting sun disappeared into the horizon, and the already dimly lit woods became even darker, and the sound of the harp was not far away, not near, endlessly, sometimes like a warrior's blood splashing on the battlefield, sometimes as low as a warrior leaving his homeland. For a moment, everyone's hearts couldn't help but feel terrified, and the hands of many soldiers holding spears had begun to tremble unconsciously.

Just when the sound of the piano was ethereal and the traces of people were even more ethereal, there was a low sound of Keting flute from the other end of the woods, echoing the sound of the piano, and pouring out shallowly. The ensemble of piano and flute made the rest of the people sink into a tragic mood.

"Who is the demon?!How dare you break the heart of our army?!" Ren Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief, suppressing the bloody qi that kept pouring up his throat, and he roared loudly, trying to break the negative impact of the piano and flute ensemble.

"This kind of elegance is indeed not something that you can admire as a lame horseman. Zheng Mo lifted a spear again in his hand, and his slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes were full of disdain for Ren Wei.

"The ghosts and gods also bless my king, now that Jiankang has fallen, the king is all punished, what kind of family are you still called?!" As soon as Ren Wei's voice fell, the sound of the piano paused, and then it became as rapid as the wind swept away the heavy rain. It was as if the people who played the harp had run out of patience, and the shadows in the distance began to slowly approach.

"Soldiers, the king of Henan never believes in ghosts and gods, and now the situation is that the gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha!

As if to cheer himself up, Ren Wei finally saved up enough strength to shout, trying to regain the courage of the soldiers with all his might.

However, perhaps the moon that had just risen was too hazy, or perhaps the theory of ghosts and gods had taken root in the hearts of the people, and although the soldiers tried to muster up courage, their bravery was not as good as before.

I saw that the hundreds of soldiers around Ren Wei were divided into two roads, narrowing the encirclement of Zheng and Lu's two families with more and more vigor all the way, and carefully "rushing" all the way to the woods with fewer ghosts in the east.

The first to meet in close proximity were naturally Lu Zheng's guards and Ren Wei's subordinates, who were close at hand. The disparity in the strength of the troops on the two sides was originally just the appearance of ghost soldiers, although Ren Wei despised it, but he still divided most of the soldiers to meet the battle, and the soldiers surrounding Lu Zheng's carriage were now only one-third of the original soldiers.

But Rao is one-third, and it is already twice as much as Lu Zhengzhi's guard. The two guards had already joined forces and surrounded Zheng Mo and Lu Jialangjun, who had never shown up, in the center.

Zheng Mo rode his horse, and a shot was a life, he turned to the side of Lu Zhan's carriage and provoked unceremoniously: "I said Lu Zhan, are you afraid?"

As soon as his voice fell, he saw several strong crossbows coming towards him, Zheng Mo raised his gun and wanted to pick it, but there were a large number of strong crossbows, obviously before the strong crossbow was launched, Ren Wei had exhausted and sealed all his room for maneuver.

"Lang Jun!"

"Zheng Langjun!"

At this juncture, suddenly, a steel claw hook and a bronze folding umbrella shot out of Lu Zhan's car window, pulling and lifting Zheng Mo's collar, and at the same time, the bronze folding umbrella opened, blocking all the powerful crossbows shot out of the umbrella. As the umbrella opened, the mechanical toothed blades on its corners revealed its ferocious face.

Zheng Mo only felt a flower in front of him, the bronze umbrella bone rotated, and blood began to rain on his side, accompanied by a miserable howl as thunder.

Subconsciously swallowed his saliva, Zheng Motao's eyes widened, and he turned his head to the carriage and said, "The Luban Sutra was really obtained by the Lu family. ”

After harvesting nearly ten lives closest to Zheng Mo, the bronze umbrella was quickly recovered by Lu Zhan, and at the same time, countless hidden signs spun and flew out from the window on the other side, killing the enemy on the other side of the car.

Then, the curtain of the sandalwood carriage was lifted, and the first thing that was revealed was a jade flute in front of him.

The young man looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, with hosta hair tied up, and in the shadows of the carriage, his face could not be seen realistically, only a pair of hands exposed outside the big sleeves, with distinct knuckles and a slight paleness.

As his figure appeared, the slightly lazy voice sounded slowly again: "Didn't your Zheng family also get Ou Yezi's handwriting? ”

Zheng Mo choked when he heard this, and subconsciously reached out and touched the sword on his waist.

A ball of light bloomed out in the dark night, and then I saw the light and shadow flickering, Zheng Mo's red clothes flew in the gradually brighter moonlight, as if it was really a heavenly immortal descending to the world, and the deep sword light brought up a piece of blood flower to bloom, and the early autumn at night was embellished into a spring day full of flowers.

It's just that this spring is too short, and after spring, life will dissipate one by one. It seems that it is this life that irrigates the splendor of that spring day.

Here Lu Zheng and the two stood fiercely, but in the woods, there was a deathly silence, except for the flute ensemble that never stopped. As soon as all the soldiers entered the woods, they suddenly felt a sense of dizziness, and the figures they had seen before became more and more blurred, as if they were not approaching, but moving farther and farther away.

At this moment, a shout echoed in everyone's ears: "Demon!

When the soldiers turned back, they saw one of them, his eyes red, and when he turned around, he stabbed himself on the body of a small tree, and the body of the tree was broken at the sound of the sound, and the man became more and more mad, and swept madly with his spear, whether he was friend or foe.

Due to the close march of the previous team, the soldiers were only two bodies apart, and this soldier swept like this, and in an instant, the spear of eight feet swept the soldiers around him to the ground. Those who were a little far away were even scratched by spearheads, and the blood did not stop.

In the bleak moonlight, in the gloomy woods, the screams of the wounded soldiers came and went, but the mad man did not stop, as if he had been caught in the enemy's ranks, and rushed desperately to the death.

At this moment, the elegant sound of the piano and the distant Keting flute no longer make everyone feel sad and gorgeous, but full of bloody weirdness.

I don't know when the fog gradually rose......

The soldiers recovered from their disbelief and quickly scattered in all directions, shouting, "Ghost Warrior! Ghost Warrior!"