As the soldiers under Hattori Naomi dug for three days and three nights, four tall stone statues were dug up overnight.

The riverbed was already lit up at night, and Hirata Jiro was so excited that he couldn't even close his mouth when he saw the four stone statues: "General, the origin of these stone statues is older than the terracotta warriors and horses of the Qin Dynasty in China, and His Majesty the Emperor will definitely like it." ”

Naotomi Hattori was also very happy: "Then transport it back to Tokyo and give it to His Majesty the Emperor as a gift." Hahahaha! ”

So after arranging for a few soldiers to be on duty, the two rushed back to the barracks to drink.

Because the stone statue was suddenly born, there was already a large black cloud in the sky above the stone statue.

A Japanese soldier who was proficient in the laws of astrology looked up at the sky, and suddenly secretly exclaimed: "There is a vision in the sky, and this situation should be a great evil." ”

The other soldier hurriedly ran to the back of the stone statue to prepare for convenience, and just as he approached the back of the stone statue, he saw a red light flash on the stone statue, and then, he only felt that all the blood and power in his body were sucked by the mysterious power on the stone statue.

He opened his mouth wide but couldn't make a sound, the red light on the stone statue had enveloped him, and as the light became more and more intense, he was suddenly sucked into a dry corpse, and the stone statue returned to normal.

"Ono-kun, haven't you finished your business for so long?" Another Japanese soldier sitting next to the fire shouted behind the statue.

The other soldiers laughed and said, "That's how that guy is Ono-kun, we don't care about him." ”

As time went on, they still didn't see the Japanese soldier named Ono come back, and at this time they already felt a little uneasy in their hearts, so they picked up their guns and walked behind the stone statue.

Suddenly, the soldier who was walking in front of him tripped over something and fell to the ground.

Several other soldiers hurriedly used flashlights to shine a lightlight, only to find that what tripped the person was a dried corpse, wearing the same Japanese military clothes as theirs.

"Huh?" The Japanese soldier who saw the face of the dried corpse was taken aback, and looked at the six-pointed star tattoo on his face, which was clearly Ono, who had just gone to the convenience and never returned.

The scrambling Japanese soldiers gathered in a heap and looked around vigilantly, but did not notice anything unusual.

Just as the few of them were carrying the dried corpse and preparing to leave, there was another burst of light on the stone statue. A brighter and bigger red glow enveloped them all.

A soldier hurriedly took out a black object from his waist and threw it into the air, and with a loud "bang", a golden chrysanthemum-like fireworks pattern appeared in the pitch-black night sky.

Immediately, the people who were shrouded in red light gradually lost consciousness, and the blood in their bodies slowly poured towards the stone statue.

Naotomi Hattori and Jiro Hirata, who were drinking in the barracks, were already drunk, when they suddenly heard a loud noise, and then saw the golden chrysanthemum pattern in the night sky.

Jiro Hirata hurriedly staggered to the door and took a look: "This is the distress signal of the Jiuju faction, can there be people from the Jiuju faction under the general?"

Hattori Naotomi staggered to the door and looked up: "Nine chrysanthemum pie, there is!" I have almost all the masters of various sects under my command. Looking at the location of the distress signal, it seems to be at the location of the stone statue on the riverbed, is there an earth eight road to attack? After saying that, he put on his clothes, picked up his saber, and hurried to the location of the stone statue in the riverbed with the soldiers.

All you could see on the riverbed was a burning bonfire and four huge stone statues. All the Japanese soldiers who had been assigned to be on duty just now were gone.

Hattori saw that things were very strange, so he led the soldiers and slowly leaned behind the stone statue.

Jiro Hirata stopped Naomi Hattori: "General, something is wrong. They shouldn't have been attacked by the dirt eight roads. Hattori turned his head to look around, and there was no sign of a fierce battle, so he drew his saber from his waist and slowly walked behind the stone statue.

As soon as he came to the back of the stone statue, Hattori Naotomi saw that the ground seemed to be full of people, thinking that the soldiers on duty were asleep here. So he walked over and kicked one of the figures: "Bagaya Road!" Get up, get up. The figures on the ground did not move, and Naotomi Hattori kicked at the other figures.

It wasn't until the light of a soldier's flashlight shone on the figures on the ground that Hattori Naomi could clearly see that all the figures on them were dried corpses, but the clothes on their bodies were clearly the clothes of his own soldiers.

Frightened by these dried corpses, Naotomi Hattori and Jiro Hirada's wine suddenly woke up halfway. Cold sweat also broke out on the foreheads of the two of them.

"Sir, did you say they were killed by youkai or..." Naotomi Hattori's trembling voice rang in Jiro Hirata's ears.

Jiro Hirata glanced at Naotomi Hattori with palpitations: "If it's a youkai, there should be traces here!" And there is no trace of it here, but the yin energy here is very strong, and I have never seen such a place with such heavy yin qi. With that, Jiro Hirata wiped the blood from his nose.

Naomi Hattori ordered: "Everyone be careful, something is wrong here. Try to stay as close as you can and don't scatter. ”

As soon as Hattori's words fell, the soldiers on the riverbed suddenly surrounded him, surrounding Hattori Naotomi and Hirata Jiro in the middle.

"Mr. Hirata, how are you?" Naotomi Hattori asked, looking at Jiro Hirata, who was bleeding from his nostrils.

"Ahem, ahem!" Jiro Hirata coughed violently a few times, and then blood flowed from his ears, eyes, and mouth.

"Run! Come on! Jiro Hirata shouted weakly, and Naomi Hattori hurriedly ran towards the barracks with his arms in his arms. The soldiers in the back also slowly felt uncomfortable and began to bleed. It's just that the blood dripping from their bodies merges together and flows up the stone statue.

In the barracks, Jiro Hirata's bleeding from seven holes had stopped, but because of a splitting headache, the military doctor injected him with several injections of sedatives before he slowly calmed down.

In fact, Jiro Hirata's physique is very sensitive to yin and evil spirits, so he is famous in the feng shui world in Japan.

Although he had come into contact with many places where the yin qi was thick before, this time the yin qi on the riverbed made him bleed directly from his seven orifices, and he couldn't bear it, which shows how heavy the yin qi is on the riverbed.

The next day, just after dawn, Hattori Naotomi took people to the place where the stone statue was dug up last night and took a look through the sun. Naotomi Hattori couldn't help but take a breath.

The stone statues standing on the riverbed look very strange at this time, and the patterns on their bodies seem to represent some kind of legendary beast totem.

Jiro Hirata staggered to the riverbed to take a look, and immediately shouted in shock: "The statue of the four fierce gods?"

Naomi Hattori turned his head and asked, "Sir knows about them?"

Jiro Hirata nodded with a pale face: "Gluttony, chaos, poverty, and 梼杌." They are all the four fierce beasts of ancient China, and they are recorded in detail in the Chinese Classic of Mountains and Seas. ”

Jiro Hirata paused and continued: "These four stone statues are engraved with totems representing the four fierce beasts, and it seems that these are the statues of the four fierce gods, which are used to suppress something in the river. ”

Hattori Naomi hurriedly took a few steps back and asked, "According to Mr., what are these four fierce gods suppressed?" ”

Jiro Hirata shook his head: "I don't know about this, but it must not be easy to suppress things with the statues of the four fierce gods." Alas! I think we'd better get out of here! If we stay here, more and more people will die. ”

Hattori thought for a while: "Since this is a suppressive thing by the Chinese, it should only be solved by the Chinese." I will immediately send people everywhere to arrest the Chinese who know Qimen Dunjia, and let them break the statue of the four fierce gods! ”

Jiro Hirata shook his head: "It's useless, no one dares to break the statue of the four fierce gods, even if it is broken, the suppressed things run out, and I don't know how many people in the world have died tragically." Let's go! This dragon vein can't be broken! Just let the heroic soldiers destroy China on the battlefield. ”

Naotomi Hattori had no choice but to lead his soldiers to follow in the footsteps of Jiro Hirata and prepare to retreat.

Four red rays of light appeared from the four stone statues, enveloping everyone, and they were about to be drained of blood.

A Taoist priest in Tsing Yi lifted a basin of red liquid and poured it on top of the stone statue, and the red light that enveloped everyone disappeared in an instant. And the Japanese army, which was shrouded before, has become a dry corpse. The dried corpses of Jiro Hirata and Naomi Hattori fell at the feet of the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi.

After the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi poured the red liquid in the basin in his hand, he turned his head to look at the dried corpse under his feet: "Wronged! Dare to invade China, damn it. I also want to transport the statue of the four evil gods back to Japan, damn it. The statue of the four fierce gods is also something that ordinary people like you dare to move? Well, stay here forever! Let your descendants of Japan remember that China is inviolable, and that Chinese things are not something you can mess with. With that, he took out a charm and threw it on top of the dried corpse. As the smoke billowed out, the dried corpses on the riverbed had been reduced to ashes.

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi stood in front of the statue of the four fierce gods with his hands behind his back: "Finally, you are still born." Alas! After saying that, he shook his head and sighed and left.

Three days later, a sudden heavy rain fell. The dry riverbed was again covered by water. Along with the four statues of the four evil gods, they were hidden by the murky waters.

As if nothing had happened, the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi fell seriously ill after he returned, and his body was much thinner. But, at least, he was the only survivor who had a close encounter with the statue of the Four Fierce Gods.