Yue was silent, and the reason why the resentful spirits became resentful spirits was that they really had resentment. The pen, the fun, and the pavilion are www.biquge.info and resentful, and what people see is also what they really experienced.

Du Chengran looked at his expression, but he got the answer. He slowly let go of the hand that was holding Yue Yuan, his body trembled, but his spine was as straight as iron as ever, standing up to the sky.

A few strangers looked at Du Chengran, who slowly straightened his legs, straightened his back, raised his head, and puffed up his chest in amazement. His eyes were insensitive, tired, bitter and desperate, but unprecedentedly powerful. The crimson spark slowly stained his eyes, and the monstrous hatred supported him weakly.

Huang Di and Ding Guling glanced at each other, they really shouldn't underestimate human beings.

"Boss Ding, where is the film taken by my grandmother buried?" Du Chengran raised his head, looked at Ding Guling's eyes with burning eyes, showed a strong, hopeful smile, pursed his lips and asked firmly. His eyes were like stars suddenly shining in the night sky, dazzling - they could compete with the moon for brilliance.

After being stunned for a while, Ding Guling reacted. After hundreds of years of human life, she still doesn't know enough about human beings. You think they are cowardly, cowardly, philistine, ignorant, seeking advantage and avoiding harm, and running away from trouble. But there are always people who stand up and let you see their tenacity, unyielding, decisiveness, intelligence, forbearance, high spirits, and indomitable progress.

"In the col." She pursed her lips in reply, and led a few people into the col.

According to An Rong's memories, she found her destination.

A completely different land from a hundred years ago, she could still remember the half-human-high mountain bag in An Rong's memory, under which green grass grew over. Nowadays, the mountain bag is no longer there, and there is no reference, so it can only be roughly determined according to location and geography.

"Is this it?" Du Chengran asked softly, his eyes staring at the flat soil full of yellow mud, he suddenly knelt down and dug into the soil with both hands. Fingers were instantly stained with yellow mud.

His eyes were full of tears, as if they were slipping in the next second, and he held back his expression, quickly, but straightened his spine and dug into the dirt in front of him.

Looking at his stubborn expression and indomitable action, several people could only be silent.

"Mom, he seems to be very sad." Suo Xi didn't know when he stood at the side of Ding Guling, pulled her sleeve, and said pitifully with a frown.

The sorrow that emanated from her heart made her heart seem to clench tightly.

"I know." Ding Guling answered her calmly, and anyone could see the discomfort in Du Chengran's eyes.

The distance from the top of the mountain to the col had made the pain, despair and hatred in his eyes far away. The rest was endless sadness, and she could understand why Du Chengran was so sad. But I can't understand it......

Tens of thousands of people who died here were buried in the loess, and countless souls died unjustly, suffering and resentment before death. These undead are the people who live on this land.

Whatever country is the country, they were once one and were one family. Du is admittedly uncomfortable for the people who died on this land.

She didn't comfort Du Chengran, and she didn't know how to comfort her.

Just pulled Du Chengran up. "After 100 years, this place is not what it used to be. Your grandmother's film camera may have been buried deeper, or it may have been relocated. You might find it if you dig deep, but it will take time, so I'll do it. She pulled Du Chengran away, half-squatting on the ground, her hands spread into palms and touched the ground.

I don't know if the things that An Rong used back then will still have induction after a hundred years.

Half a minute later, she frowned, got up and changed positions to continue, frowning again.

It's strange that the camera and the film, An Rong often rubs it in his hand, it should be the closest thing, how can there be no induction.

"Mom, what are you looking for, let Suoxi try it." Suo Xi looked at Ding Guling's movements curiously, listening to the discussion of several people, what was she looking for, she suddenly rolled up her sleeves eagerly, saying that she could help.

Ding Guling raised his head and looked at her, and smiled loudly. Yes, how did you forget Suoxi, the resentful spirits in this area gave birth to her, and in her body, she should be very familiar with this place. Since this is her territory, it's easy to find something. Just like her familiarity with Qishan, just like being familiar with her own body.

Based on his memory, Ding Guling described to her the shape of the camera and film she was looking for. Suo Xi listened carefully and carefully, and then raised his head arrogantly, patted his chest, and said affirmatively. "Don't worry, Mom, I'll leave it to me."

After she finished speaking, she took a few steps forward, and her anger sank into the dantian. "Hah!" With a roar, several people almost didn't retreat, and their eyes exploded. Then she raised her hands, except for the position where a few people were standing, within a radius of ten miles, digging three feet into the ground.

The earth flew up all over the sky, and a thick layer was directly raised, and the wind blew, and the sand and stone drifted into the mouth and eyes of the emperor, and she wiped her face. Got to the side of the T-Bone Spirit. "You white girl, you have two brushes."

"Of course!" praising people who have a relationship with her is like praising her, and Ding Guling proudly promises.

"It's just that the brain is not very good." Next, Huang Di added the next sentence, and pretended to sigh twice.

"○| ̄|_=3" Ding Guling looked at her with white eyes, not angry. "It's okay to be better than you."

Isn't scolding her daughter the same as scolding her?

"......" Huangdi. She doesn't know people like that.

As it turned out, Suoxi's help may have been a bit rough, but it was still useful. At a distance of about ten meters from several people, a camera wrapped in oiled paper flew out of the ground, and the oiled paper had decayed over time. As soon as it flew out of the soil, it scattered in all directions.

"Suoxi, it's okay." The bone spirit shouted, and Suoxi stopped violently casting spells.

The earth flying all over the sky fell to the ground in an instant, and Du Chengran's gaze stopped at the black object ten meters away, and tears were full of tears. He approached the camera tremblingly, trembling his limbs, kneeling on the ground, and gently holding the camera in his hands.

This is an old German camera, which can no longer be seen in its original appearance, and is full of the smell of decay and rust.

This is my grandmother's thing, and it is a record of the evil deeds of the Japanese.

Put your hands mottled on the gray-yellow film, rub it gently, the film is not very well preserved, and some of it has turned into dust as soon as it touches it.

Ding Guling and several people surrounded him, watching his movements, with a serious and respectful expression.

"Can these films still be processed to produce photographs?"

Ding Guling asked, An Rong's wish, in addition to finding evidence for a hundred years, also let it shine in the light. Let the world know that what the Japanese have done is a wake-up call to my rabbit people, our days today have been made up of how much blood has gathered, and our happiness today has sacrificed the happiness of countless people.

Let the world remember our history, our defeat and glory.

"I'll see." Du Chengran took out his equipment from his backpack with reverent eyes, and his hand no longer dared to touch it on the film, but loaded it into the equipment he specially brought. The pliers picked up the film and projected it in the light, and nothing could be seen. Not to mention the blurred shadows and paintings, the film is an important piece of real record image, which has been corroded by the soil.