Whew-

The North Wind is angry from the sky!

Only to see the burial mountain snowflakes as big as a seat, piece by piece blowing down the loess platform.

Outside the mountain, the gate of the city is broken, and the night strings are no longer heard for fifty miles; the eight hundred princes are now safe, and who is crying on the Ling Mountain?

Woo woo –

A low cry came from the wind and snow in the night.

One by one, the hideous and terrifying ghosts went from the distant wind and snow to the spiritual mountain where the eight hundred princes had worshipped.

But Lingshan is no longer there, and only the burial mountain mound tomb is high.

......

Buried in the south of the mountain.

The ancient city, which was being flooded by wind and snow, saw that the doors and windows of every house were closed, and there was no starry fire. There was not half a figure in the huge city, but strange cries and mournings sounded from all sides, piercing through the raging wind and snow, and into everyone's dreams.

At this moment, in the snowy night of mourning on all sides, almost everyone sat up from their dreams.

That strange cry -

It came to their ears clearly, and their faces turned pale in an instant.

It's, they're coming again......

Those round eyes were full of fear.

On the mottled city wall, the guards not only heard strange cries, but also saw hideous ghosts covered in linen, their faces instantly turned pale, and they stared at a pair of extremely frightened eyes.

"Demons—"

An old soldier shouted in despair, turned and ran frantically, "It, they, again......"

One by one, the hideous ghosts covered in linen swept up the city wall with the raging wind and snow, and their mouths let out strange mourning. The soldiers on the city wall turned into human skins, which were rolled up in the wind and snow, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Puff –

Spears fell in the wind and snow......

......

Outside the ancient city.

An old bullock cart came slowly from the east in the wind and snow, and the worn-out wheels creaked against the snow.

"Sir, there are evil spirits foraging for food. ”

On the left side of the ox cart, there sat a thin old man wrapped in a cloak and wearing a hat, and when he saw the evil ghosts that swept into the city with the wind and snow to forage for food, he immediately became angry.

"I'm going to kill them!"

Before the old man could respond in the car, he took out a firewood knife from under the wheel and hurried towards the ancient city.

At this time, an elegant middle-aged man walked on the ox cart, he was holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, walking in the wind and snow with his hands on his shoulders, and his brows gradually frowned.

Evil spirits weep and mourn?

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, and soon he realized that the evil ghost was not as simple as foraging, as if foraging was just a bypass.

They all end up running to the dark mountains behind the ancient city.

The black and heavy mountain mounds are staggered and adjacent, and there are loess graves everywhere, but there is no place for lying cattle, and there are more white bones than soil in the ground. Some mausoleums are several zhang high at every turn, with a circumference of dozens of zhang, standing like a hill, although they have experienced all the vicissitudes of life, but still do not lose their domineering.

At the foot of the mountain, one by one, the evil ghosts in linen knelt and wept sadly, and the strange cry resounded through the night.

This scene shocked the middle-aged man.

"This Mountain ......"

He frowned and looked at the dark mountain, and after a deep groan, he stepped up step by step.

But in the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man stepped on a thousand-meter-high place in the face of the wind and snow, and looked down to see a linen ghost, coming from all directions with the wind and snow in the night, respectfully kneeling and crying under the burial mountain.

The eerie and ghostly aura envelops the dark and gloomy mountain, making people feel like they are in the Yellow Spring Hell.

Also, that strange cry, through the wind and snow, resounded through the night, and seemed to travel through time and space, calling for something.

"Sir, there are too many demons. ”

An anxious sound of rough breathing came from the city below.

The middle-aged man glanced down, let go of the bamboo slip in his hand and let it fall, and walked down step by step back to the original place.

The bamboo slips slowly opened as they fell.

A reading sound full of charm, with a mighty atmosphere, suddenly sounded from heaven and earth.

A vast white light emanated from the bamboo slips and fell into the city.

Zizi –

The hideous and terrifying evil ghosts seemed to be burned by the raging fire, turning into wisps of green smoke and floating up.

In just a few breaths, all the demons in the city were destroyed, but it also angered the demons around them.

"Sir, these demons...... Why are they all dressed in linen and crying?" the old man in the cloak came out of the city, and asked in amazement as he looked around vigilantly.

The middle-aged man shook his head, his gaze fell on the dark mountain again, and his face became solemn.

The mountains are dark, eerie, and have a palpitating atmosphere.

"Sir, what's the matter?" asked the old man in the robe, confused.

"In the mountains, I'm afraid there is a big murderer ......"

The middle-aged man suddenly stepped out, and seemed to turn into a majestic mountain, straddling between the ancient city and the dark mountain, blocking the evil spirits that swept from the mountain.

"The big murderer?!"

The old man's face changed greatly, and he chased after him with a firewood knife, and his expression became extremely solemn.

As soon as the murderer comes out, the land is thousands of miles away, and there is no grass!

The middle-aged man frowned, looked at the surrounding terrain, and pointed to a relatively flat valley mouth at the bottom of the mountain, and said, "Build a academy here." ”

"Sir, are you sure you are here?" asked the old man in a daze.

"Flag come!"

But at this moment, the middle-aged man's face changed, and he suddenly shouted.

Boom Boom –

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled over the night sky, and there was a violent shock.

A large banner emitting white light, carrying a mighty and mighty aura, was breaking through the layers of clouds and mist.

"Raise the flag!"

The flagpole was planted from the night sky and was erected right at the mouth of the valley.

"Spread the flag!"

The rolled flag suddenly unfurled as if it were catching a gale.

In an instant, countless white lights burst out from the flag, like stars in the sky, illuminating the dark night sky within a radius of more than ten miles, enveloping the ancient city.

Wherever the white light went, all the evil spirits were destroyed.

"Whew-"

The great murderer hidden in the mountains, seeing the star flag unfurled in the wind, couldn't help roaring angrily, and his evil eyes stared coldly at the middle-aged man.

It's a pity that the light that burst out of the Star Banner can't shine into the dark and dark mountains.

"Sir, in the abandoned mound tomb in the mountain, there may be some beggars who are hiding from the sacrificial offerings to satisfy their hunger......" The old man in the cloth finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Xingchen Banner unfurled, and then looked at the dark mountain with some concern.

The middle-aged man nodded, groaned and stepped towards the dark mountain.

"You stay, guard the Star Banner. ”

Just as the old man in the coat was about to follow, the voice of the middle-aged man came from the front.

"No—"

The old man in the cloak responded.

......

Yamanaka.

It was pitch black, and there was a strong eerie atmosphere.

When the middle-aged man stepped into the dark mountain, the strange cry that had been ringing in his ears seemed to have become a little different.

His brow furrowed as he listened.

That strange cry seems to have turned into an ancient and mournful call, passing through layers of time and space, and sounding directly in the depths of people's souls.

“...... The Zhanzhan River is full of water, and there is a maple on it. The eyes are extremely thousand, and the heart is sad. The soul has returned, and I mourn my great business......"

Deep in the mountains.

In the black burial palace, in the bronze coffin that has been buried for I don't know how many years, lies a young man who has been dead for I don't know how many years.

There were two tears flowing down the pale and bloodless face, and there was a deep sadness on his expression.

I don't know when, he slowly opened his eyes, pushed open the lid of the coffin with both hands, and walked out of the black burial palace......

......