This season, the weather in the north is fine.

It is the day when the grass grows and the warbler flies, and it is a good thing to choose such a day to break ground.

According to the theory of the five elements of yin and yang, it is also the season when yang energy is at its most vigorous.

But Hu Deyong was scared and sick.

Although he put incense on the table, his head was knocked off, and he even killed livestock to sacrifice. But he was still sick.

Lang Zhong, who was with the army, didn't know what kind of illness he had. In short, he was weak, his mouth was dry, and he didn't have any energy at all.

"O evil spirit, spare me! The little one kowtows to you. Hu Deyong muttered, all his strength was used to say such things.

Even Han Yan, who has always been bold, was a little hairy at this time.

All the people who came with them this time are living in fear these days.

A flowing black viscous liquid was dug out of the earth, killing and injuring several people. The most bizarre thing is that the cause of death is unclear. This frightened many veterans who begged for a living.

Many of them had been on the battlefield and crawled out of the mountains of corpses and blood.

They are not afraid of death.

But this unclear way of dying is making people feel palpitations.

"Report—" A soldier said hesitantly in front of Han Yan.

"What's wrong?" Han Yan frowned.

If there is still a little courage among this group of people, it is Han Yan.

He is the leading general, and if he also takes the lead in fearing, then I am afraid that this army will not be far from collapse.

Han Yan pretended to be calm and looked at the sergeant who came to report the news.

"General, bad news. Of the men who came up from the pit, one of them died. The soldier said.

"Huh?" Han Yan was also surprised, but she didn't expose it in front of Hu Deyong.

Hu Deyong on the bed was half frightened to death, if he told him the news, I am afraid he would swallow this breath.

"Let's go, go over and have a look." Han Yan walked out. Tell Lang Zhong to be optimistic about Hu Deyong.

This kid is one of Yan Ming's favorite students, if he is thrown in this ghost place so inexplicably, Han Yan doesn't know what to say to Yan Ming.

Lang Zhong agreed, and Han Yan took people away.

The dead were parked outside their camp.

Outside, there were still a few corpses. All those who died in the pit that day.

Some people in the army will do a little bit of arithmetic, saying that such a person who dies by mistake should not be in the barracks.

It stands to reason that soldiers, fighting on the battlefield, can be regarded as a death. You shouldn't trust these things that don't have a shadow. But this time it was different, they all believed it.

Looking at the corpse that was newly put aside and covered with a sackcloth, Han Yan's heart also trembled a little.

He made up his mind a few times and looked at his entourage.

Whoever he saw, everyone's face turned white, and they were afraid that Han Yan would let them uncover the sackcloth with their own hands.

Seeing the appearance of these people, Han Yan's heart was crossed, the big deal was death.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, Han Yan uncovered the linen covering the corpse.

I saw that the man's neck was crooked to the side, and there was blood oozing out from the corner of his mouth, obviously he had just died.

"How did this die?" Han Yan frowned.

Looking at the way his neck was twisted, it was obviously a fatal injury.

"General Hui, this guy is stupid, he climbed onto the flagpole when no one was paying attention, and a big head fell down." The soldier replied.

"! Falling to his death from a flagpole, what are you afraid of? Han Yan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the cause of death was not terrible.

"But some say it was the devil who asked for his life to let it go......" the sergeant whispered.

Han Yan's hand shook slightly, after all, she still believed that there were ghosts in this world.

"Has the news of the eight-hundred-mile rush returned?" This matter may only be clear to Yan Ming.

"Didn't come back!" The sergeant replied, and then whispered, "Could it be that you ran away—"

"Nonsense!" Han Yan's eyes widened, and she roared: "If someone spreads this kind of rumor again, military law will do it." ”

The sergeant was so frightened that he didn't dare to say more. But the panic in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

"General, Mr. Hu Xiao is even worse. His eyes were a little sloppy, and it seemed that he couldn't hold on for a moment. Lang Zhong hurriedly ran over.

"Let's go, let's see." When he first came out, Hu Deyong looked fine, but now he can't say no.

If Hu Deyong was really dead, Han Yan decided not to wait for Yan Ming's news, and took people to evacuate first, away from this ghost place.

When I walked into the tent where Hu Deyong lived, I saw Hu Deyong with a pale face, looking at the roof with a sloppy look.

"Xiaohu!" Han Yan shouted.

Hu Deyong didn't react at all, and his throat was purring, like a dry ventilation pipe, making an unpleasant sound.

Seeing Hu Deyong's appearance, Han Yan's face was also a little pale.

For a moment, he felt that the entire tent was filled with an eerie coolness, and his back instantly felt cold.

"Looks like there's really a ghost?" Han Yan asked herself.

Lang Zhong no longer dared to approach Hu Deyong.

Since ancient times, Chinese medicine practitioners have not only been able to cure diseases and save people, but also know a little about the ways of ghosts and gods.

Seeing Hu Deyong's appearance at this time, Lang Zhong was not sure if there was a life-seeking ghost in this room. After all, Hu Deyong didn't have any symptoms.

"Report!" Soldiers reported loudly outside.

Han Yan's body trembled, and she immediately thought of the few remaining people who came out of the pit. Is someone dying again?

"Say!" Han Yan raised her voice, as if to cheer herself up.

He no longer shies away from Hu Deyong, everyone is like this, and it's useless to avoid it.

"Yan Hou is already on his way here. I just sent Cheng Xin to come over first to tell the general. The sergeant said.

"Yan Ming is here, it's great. Let Chengxin in. Han Yan immediately came to her senses.

Hearing the news of Yan Ming's coming, Hu Deyong's eyes, who had been lying there without reacting, suddenly fluctuated.

Lang Zhong on the side saw this change, and immediately went up, grabbed Hu Deyong's wrist, pressed his two fingers for a long time, showed a hint of joy on his face, and said: "This pulse has a trace of strength, and it is no longer weak." ”

Hearing this, Han Yan's face also showed a hint of relief.

"Yan Ming, Yan Ming, could it be that you are really an immortal?" Han Yan said in her heart.

This person has not yet arrived, and when the name arrives, it can make Hu Deyong's spirit better. said that it was not a god, but no one believed it.

Chengxin walked in from the outside, wrinkled his nose and smelled the medicine in the room, looked at Hu Deyong, shook his head and said, "How can a person who is alive and well be sick like this!" ”

Han Yan was speechless.

The two of them walked out, and Han Yan asked, "When Yan Ming came, he said that he didn't say anything about the situation here, and what was going on?" ”

Cheng Xin shook his head and said, "When Master Hou first heard about it, he was very happy and thought it was a great thing. But when I heard that Hu Deyong set up an incense case and burned incense and kowtowed, he immediately felt bad and was anxious to come over. Won't I come here first to stop you from burning incense and kowtowing? ”

"That's it. Or is it a good thing? Although Han Yan was skeptical, she believed Yan Ming.

He immediately beckoned to the soldiers around him and said, "Pass my order, don't go to the pit to burn incense and kowtow again, and those who violate the order will be severely punished." ”

In fact, even if he didn't give this order, the soldiers didn't dare to go back to the edge of the big pit.