After the male voice finished speaking, the sound of a lighter came from the stereo, and it was supposed that the person had lit a cigarette.

Then, the voice said: "Spy, co-op, occasional, now it is called a meticulous work." Undercover agents, also known as fine agents, have existed since ancient times, usually set up to spy on enemy intelligence. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cao Cao had set up the post of "school affairs", specializing in intelligence spying, and his subordinates did countless detailed work. During the period of the Sixteen Kingdoms, a small organization was finally born that was not loyal to any force and carried the banner of "punishment for heaven", because it is said that all the members of this organization were orphans, and because its members always fought alone in an isolated environment, it was also called - Lone Army. ”

After the man finished speaking, another hoarse voice came from the speaker, which sounded like the masked Styx.

"I know this, you don't have to tell me." ”

The voice didn't care what the dead said, and continued: "Among the twelve sects of the heretical way, the lone army ranks after the coffin opener, the sewing of thousands of corpses, and the appearance of the earth, and it is the fourth major sect of the heretical way, and it is also the most mysterious and powerful organization. It is rumored that since the Sixteen Kingdoms, all dynasties and generations, from the imperial court yamen to the rivers and lakes, have been infiltrated by the lone army, and even the PW in the Chinese town in Southeast Asia has been infiltrated by the lone army, and this organization is simply pervasive. ”

He said, "I also know this, tell your story." ”

The voice just said "um", and began to talk about that-

May 1944, in the primeval jungles of Southeast Asia.

In the evening, two men dressed in tattered national army uniforms walked through the jungle with difficulty carrying a stretcher.

The man in front of the stretcher looked like he was in his forties, with a stubble on his face, and a snow-white compass pinned to his waist in addition to a pistol; The young soldier at the back of the stretcher was in his early twenties, carrying a huge backpack in addition to an American-made M1 carbine.

The boy on the stretcher they were carrying was only sixteen years old, and most of his body was bandaged, but even so, blood was still oozing from the bandage and flowing down the stretcher to the ground, leaving blood marks on the way the three of them passed.

The soldier stopped, looked at the man in front of him, and said, "Sir, Kang An looks like he's going to die." ”

The man raised his eyes to look at the depths of the dense forest, then turned his head to look at the boy on the stretcher, leaned over and asked, "Kang'an, how are you?" ”

While the man leaned over to ask, the soldier pulled out a knife and made a mark on the tree next to him.

Along the way, the soldier had made numerous such markings, and he did not do so to avoid getting lost, but so that his companions who followed them could find them with precision, and with his cooperation, snatch the boy away.

"Sir?" After the soldier made the mark, he asked, "We have been out for a few days, where are we going?" ”

The man looked at the unconscious boy on the stretcher and said, "I don't know, but the most important thing at the moment is to find an old grave, an old grave with a coffin." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the man raised his eyes and looked at the soldier again and said: "Feng Rui, you remember, from now on, you can no longer call me sir, and we are no longer soldiers, you can call me by my full name Shan Zhenping, or call me Brother Shan." ”

Feng Rui nodded slowly, he was originally this orderly named Shan Zhenping. However, half a month ago, Shan Zhenping suddenly led Feng Rui and his nephew Guan Kangan to escape from the barracks in the middle of the night, and Guan Kangan was the boy who was now covered in blood on the stretcher.

On the night they fled, Guan Kangan had suddenly fallen ill, and if it weren't for one more person to carry the stretcher, I'm afraid Shan Zhenping wouldn't have taken Feng Rui with him.

Of course, Feng Rui was willing to leave with Shan Zhenping, and he became Shan Zhenping's orderlies, the purpose of which was to keep a firm eye on Shan Zhenping and Guan Kangan.

Because Ruifeng's identity is a lone soldier, and the reason why he wants to keep an eye on Shan Zhenping and Guan Kangan is that Shan Zhenping's identity is a defector from the Twelve Sects of Heterodox, and Guan Kangan is the only one who has become an immortal strange person in the legend of Thousands of Corpses.

What is immortality? As the name suggests, it is immortal, in other words, a person who will never die.

Does such a person exist under the sky?

According to Lone Army's intelligence, Guan Kangan was a person from the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty and had lived for more than 200 years.

"Let's keep walking." Shan Zhenping lifted the stretcher, "There is a road under our feet, it means that there are people, and there are many footprints on the road, which means that there must be villages around, and since there are villages, there must be graves." ”

But Shan Zhenping also knows in his heart that this is no longer China, and even if there is a grave, the people here may not put the dead people in coffins and bury them.

But now I can't manage so much.

Feng Rui asked tentatively: "Brother Shan, why are you looking for a tomb with a coffin?" You think Kang'an can't do it, so you have to ......"

"It's not!" Shan Zhenping immediately denied it, "There are some things you don't understand, if there is a chance in the future, I will tell you." ”

The two carried the stretcher and continued to walk, and after walking for about an hour, as Shan Zhenping had speculated, the road under their feet really led to a village, but when they came to the village, they saw various clay sculptures of different postures on both sides of the village entrance.

Those clay sculptures are very rough, I can't tell the gender, I can only vaguely judge that some of the clay sculptures are sitting, some are standing, in short, they look very weird, and they don't look like road signs, I don't know what they are for.

The houses in the village are built in the middle of the dense forest, and each house is built around a large tree, and the tree emerges from the middle of the roof, and the huge canopy of the tree blocks the sky, so that the whole village is almost unable to get direct sunlight, so it is particularly dark and damp.

Feng Rui stood at the entrance of the village, looked around, and didn't see half a person.

Shan Zhenping hesitated and continued to move forward: "Let's go, go in and have a look." ”

The two walked towards the village, and when they came to the door of a house, Shan Zhenping put down the stretcher and stepped forward to knock on the door: "Hello, is there anyone?" We were passing by and begging for a drink. ”

No one in the house responded, Shan Zhenping had to leave, just about to carry the stretcher, but saw a clay sculpture at the door of the opposite room, the clay sculpture was sitting on the stairs, maintaining a posture of sitting down and leaning over.

Looking at it again, there are similar clay sculptures in the whole village, and they all have different postures, looking at the height and shortness, some should be children.

Just when Shan Zhenping and Feng Rui were a little dazed, suddenly, the sound of tree branches breaking came from not far away, and the two subconsciously looked over and saw an old man with an old man with skin as color as dirt walking out, standing there looking at them with his almost white eyes.

Shan Zhenping immediately said: "Hello, old man, we are passing by." ”

The old man stood there, looking at them intently, and did not answer.

Feng Rui said in a low voice: "Brother Shan, look at that old man's eyes like a blind man. ”

Shan Zhenping replied: "Even if you are blind, you are not deaf, right?" ”

Feng Rui said again: "This is not domestic, what if he can't understand Chinese?" ”

Shan Zhenping realized that what Feng Rui said made sense, and slowly walked up and down, stretching out his hand and shaking it in front of the old man's eyes.

Shan Zhenping's hand just shook around, but the old man suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, and at the same time said in fluent Chinese: "You seem to be very rude to do this." ”

Shan Zhenping was stunned and immediately said, "I'm sorry, I thought you couldn't see it." ”

The old man said, "My eyes are not very good, but I can hear that you are passing by, begging for a drink, right?" ”

Shan Zhenping immediately said: "Yes." ”

The old man nodded slowly and said, "Follow me." ”

At this moment, Feng Rui pointed not far away and said, "Isn't there a well there?" ”

But the old man said, "It's stagnant water, you can't drink it, and stagnant water is for the dead." ”

Feng Rui frowned when he heard this, what does this mean? Dead water for the dead? Isn't well water groundwater? Groundwater is also living water, right?

Shan Zhenping motioned to Feng Rui not to talk too much, lifted the stretcher and followed the old man towards the depths of the village.

When they went deeper, the two found that this so-called village is actually very large, as they saw before, each house is built around a big tree, some large, some small, but there is no livestock shed, and there is no trace of human life, but there are many clay sculptures in different postures.

After walking for a while, Shan Zhenping looked at the slow old man in front of him and asked, "Old man, where are we going?" ”

The old man replied simply: "Go find living water, as I said, here is stagnant water, and stagnant water is for the dead to drink." ”

Shan Zhenping asked again: "What do you mean by living water?" ”

The old man said, "Stream." ”

"Oh." Shan Zhenping nodded and didn't ask anything more.

After walking a few dozen meters, the old man led the two into a bush, through which they came to a stream.

The old man stood by the stream and said, "Drink, you can drink the water here." ”

Shan Zhenping put down the stretcher, and Feng Rui drank a full meal by the stream, then filled the water bottle on his body, turned around and fed Guan Kangan on the stretcher.

When Feng Rui was feeding Guan Kang'an water, Shan Zhenping noticed that the old man's lips were chapped, so he asked, "Old man, are you thirsty too?" ”

The old man sat on a stone next to him and said slowly, "Living water is for the living." ”

This sentence made Shan Zhenping and Feng Rui stunned, what does this mean? Isn't he a living man?

The old man smiled at this time: "I'm not a dead person, but I'm not a living person, and I won't live long, so I don't need to drink water, you can drink it." ”

The old man's words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, and people felt uncomfortable listening to them.

Shan Zhenping looked around, pondered for a moment and asked, "Old man, I want to ask, where is there a cemetery around?" ”

The old man slowly turned his head and looked at Shan Zhenping with those white eyes: "Why are you asking about the cemetery?" ”

Shan Zhenping excused: "My nephew doesn't seem to be able to do it, I'm going to find a cemetery to bury him, so that when I come back in the future, it will be easy to find, and if I bury it on the spot, I'm afraid I won't find it in the future." ”

When the old man heard this, he said, "Drink the water and leave." ”

Shan Zhenping was unwilling: "Old man, is there no cemetery around here?" ”

The old man did not speak, but got up and left, and walked in the direction of the village.

After the old man left, Feng Rui lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Shan, why are you looking for a cemetery?" Are you really going to bury Kang'an? Kang An is still alive, we should go find a doctor for him. ”

Shan Zhenping didn't speak, just squatted next to the stretcher, and slowly untied the bandage on Kang'an's right foot with his hand.

After the bandage was untied, Feng Rui found that the flesh on Guan Kangan's right foot was almost rotten, and the flesh had fallen off in some places, and even the bones in it were clearly visible.

Feng Rui was dumbfounded, obviously he was fine a few days ago, but he didn't know why his skin was cracking and bleeding, how could it be like this in just a few days?

Of course, in addition to this, Feng Rui also thought, since Guan Kangan is immortal, how could such a thing happen to a legendary immortal? Could it be that the organization's intelligence is fake? Guan Kangan is not the so-called immortal?

Feng Rui also didn't believe that there was a person in this world who had lived for more than two hundred years, but still looked like a sixteen-year-old child, and in the two years that he had been a soldier for Shan Zhenping, he didn't find anything abnormal about Guan Kangan, who looked like a sixteen-year-old child.

Shan Zhenping raised his eyes and looked at Feng Rui and asked, "Do you think Kang An looks like this now, is it useful to find a doctor?" ”

Feng Rui immediately asked, "Then why do you want to find an old grave with a coffin?" ”