The dark, barren ancient battlefield of Youzhou.

The blood-red mandosa bloomed in ruins, in the wilderness, on the broken walls, on the riverside. The river of the dead flows with yellow sand, and the moonlight is quiet and eerie, and this world seems to be a legendary hell. The black shadows that rise and fall among the flowers in the river are not butterflies, not bats, their names are ghost moths, and they are condensed and transformed by the resentment of the undead on the battlefield that cannot be exceeded.

A fairy-like boy drove a pig cart and came with a flute and flowers. This melodious flute sound has attracted the attention of countless ghost moths. They staggered up and down, surrounding the pig cart. A few of them stretched out their gray-haired straws, trying to suck the young man's soul. How wonderful the soul of this immortal must be, maybe a sip can make the undead transcend and free from the curse.

The delicate girl sitting behind the young man suddenly looked back at the ghost moths and smiled:

"Hey, don't you want to have a ghost bride?"

The girl wore a white veil and waved her sleeves, like a pure white butterfly, dazzling in this sea of blood-red mandala flowers. When the moonlight fell, the girl smiled, and the ghost was stunned. The leading Ghost Moth King immediately transformed into his handsome appearance before his death: it was a very majestic and burly middle-aged general.

"As long as you win this endgame, I will give you such a charming ghost bride. The fairy-like young man suddenly put out a black and white chessboard: "If you lose, then give me half of the Youzhou Ancient Battlefield." ”

"Okay!" How could this general endure loneliness after his death? The general saw that the white dragon occupied most of the rivers and mountains on the chessboard, and as long as he dropped two more words, he could surround and kill the black dragon. He stared at the white-gauze girl and narrowed his eyes, determined to win: "I choose Baizi." ”

The young man shook the phoenix feather fan, watched the ghost king sign the spirit contract, and smiled lightly: "If you choose Baizi, you will also lose!"

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