On the side of the Guozheng Hall, Ji Zhong listened to Mu Xi's words and glanced at Duan Jingbo. At this time, everyone in the Guozheng Hall was also shocked, except for Duan Jingbo. Only Duan Jingbo, holding the teacup in his hand, took a sip, and breathed nothing, as if he was going to rest. The military aircraft of the Ministry of Military Affairs have never been taken into account. Seeing this, Ji Zhong kept silent.

At this time, the National Shoji Hall is also bright day and night. Ji Zhong, Ji Shixian, Duan Jingbo, Duan Ni, Guan He, Pei Xi and many other officials have hardly left the Guozheng Hall. The Kokusho Hall has prepared rooms for everyone to rest for a while. In order to meet with the Ministry of Military Affairs at the same time, the National Shosho Department also opened the video screen for communication with the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"Nine times out of ten, it's because of this pile of golden sand. Mu Xi said, "Fanyin, did you just notice the appearance of the ghost?"

"No," Fanyin frowned. With the spiritual power of Sanskrit, there are spirits lurking nearby, no matter how weak the existence is, Sanskrit will definitely be aware of it. What's more, it was wartime, and Fanyin's vigilance was already fully opened, and it was impossible to miss the clues, but this time, she didn't know it at all.

Fanyin shook her head, she once again cautiously recalled the whole process, and the answer was still the same, she did not detect the ambush of the spirit in advance. "I only found out after the kid was attacked, and if it weren't for the kid himself using his spiritual power to block the blow of those three ghost gangsters, I wouldn't have known that any ghost gangsters had infiltrated the village. The ghost disciple's spiritual power this time is so similar to that of a human that I couldn't tell it right away. Sanskrit reproached herself. Duan Jing poked lightly outside the painting, unabashedly and unimpressedly.

"In this way, the human spiritual power and the dark spiritual power of the spirit are really fused?" Nangong Hao said in disbelief.

Sanskrit shook his head, undecided for a while.

At this time, a crisp voice next to her said, "Whose child do you call?" Sanskrit turned around, and the boy was looking at her seriously, and the wound on his face was almost healed by this time. Stunned, she reached out and brushed away the ice she had covered the boy's wound with. The bleeding had long since ceased to bleed, and the flesh had begun to heal. "What are you doing!" "The wound is healing well, and your spiritual power is good. Sanskrit said. "You just said you didn't perceive any spiritual powers, did you?" said the boy.

"Yes. Sanskrit said.

"My pigs barked four or five times a night, and the last time you came here was like this. I've come out to see it a few times before, but I haven't found anything, so we're not as good as my pigs?" the boy said, and Fanyin thought.

"Hey, how old are you, why do you call me, I don't think you're as old as me!" said the boy.

"It's the smell of rotting corpses!" Fanyin ignored the boy and continued, "That's right, it's the smell of rotting corpses. ”

"Boss, I've looked around, it stinks around this pigsty!" Chilu said loudly.

"Chilu, does it smell of rotting corpses?

"Oh my God!

"The ghost has hidden the dark spiritual power, and on the body of the warrior, it has evaded our search. It wasn't until I officially fought them that they showed their true colors. But the rotten flesh had a foul smell, and the piglets sniffed out something strange. Sanskrit explained to Musi. "What are they going to do?" Fanyin muttered, "Chilu, immediately let everyone patrol the inside and outside of this town, and not let go of a single corner." Thinking that the spirit could lurk into the village so silently, Fanyin felt a chill in his heart.

"Probably not. Musi said.

"Why?" asked Sanskrit.

"That pile of golden sand in your hand is definitely not something that ordinary soul casters can do. There should be few such precious things. These ghost disciples were the ones who had ventilated the news for the spirit lord before, and they had been lurking in the soldiers' bodies and had not left. Musi said, while Beitang Musi fell into deep thought.

"Ugh. At this moment, Sanskrit felt a shake under his feet, as if he had been arched by something.

Fanyin suddenly turned his head to the north, his eyes sharp: "What's the place ahead!"

"What?" said Chiru.

"What's the place up ahead?" asked Fanyin again, turning back to look at the boy.

"Isn't the front? isn't the front empty?" the boy was stunned by Fanyin's question, and beyond that was outside the town, there was an empty field.

"What is the place more than a hundred miles northwest of here?"

"More than a hundred miles northwest," thought the boy...... "is a cemetery." ”

"Cemetery?" said Sanskrit.

"Yes, it's the graveyard of our town. ”

Fanyin's eyes narrowed into a line, and he said for a moment: "Adjutant General, hurry up and contact the Deputy Chief of Staff, I see that something is wrong ahead." ”

"What's the situation?" said Musi.

"It seemed to move a little just now. "Chirudao.

Immediately, Tang You and Fanyin got in touch, and the two exchanged their current locations. The tremor was felt even more strongly in the place where Tang You was. Northern Tang Muxi sent Tang You to check on the situation of the cemetery, and Fanyin stayed behind in Taji Village.

"How many people are buried in the cemetery?" asked the boy.

"I don't know, there are always hundreds of thousands of people. ”

"Hundreds of thousands!" said Fanyin and Chiluqiqi!

"Our town is the largest in the north, with tens of thousands of people. Lin Long Mountain is the best feng shui place in our town. The town's ancestors have been buried there for generations, but there are hundreds of thousands. Not to mention our town, even the people on the other side of Jingyue Lake know that our town has good feng shui, and they are willing to bury their families. The boy said triumphantly.

"Jingyue Lake, bury your family so far away, boy, don't brag. "Chirudao.

"What are you lying about! What do you know! Our Linlong Mountain is a spiritual mountain! The spiritual energy is sufficient! The people buried there can grow a beautiful Linlong tree on the grave every other year to bless the future generations, and the children in the family will follow well, and all of them have a high spiritual power! It is simply a radius of a hundred miles! Outstanding people and spirits! A good place to raise people!" The more the boy spoke, the more proud he became, and his eyebrows danced.

Chilu frowned and looked at the boy, looking up and down, where did these crooked heresies come from at a young age, whether the spiritual power is high or not, it is all acquired, born with it, what does it have to do with the cemetery.

"Look at what I'm doing!" said the boy, "my family isn't buried there." Hearing the boy say this, Chilu's frowning brows instantly raised, his face was stupid, and he said in his heart: It seems to make some sense to say this. "Cut! Don't look down on people! I'm careless today!" the boy saw that Chilu was underestimating his spiritual power, and said recklessly.

Tang You and Bai Ze rushed to the cemetery with the soldiers. Sanskrit and Chilu waited anxiously at the entrance of the village. In the originally quiet village, because of the fight just now, a few close homes turned on the lights, but they went out again after a while.

"Chilu, take this child home first. ”

"What about you?" the boy asked.