The words were divided into two ends, but it was said that Ye Gufan and Huang Tianci were bumpy forward on the mountain path.

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About half an hour after the fastest novel, the electric car began to climb, but it looked weak and slow.

This kind of car, after all, has limited power, and it is difficult to sustain it here.

"Alright, let's stop."

Ye Gufan jumped out of the car and looked around.

There was silence all around, and a crescent moon hung overhead.

"Brother Fan, there are still ten miles to the southwest from here, why don't we go over together?"

Huang Tianci said.

"No need, you can go back, and come here to pick me up tomorrow morning."

Ye Gufan shook his head and walked towards the small mountain peak in the southwest.

"Brother Fan, where there is no grass, where there are piles of rocks, that's it!"

Huang Tianci shouted behind him.

Ye Gufan would not look back, waved his hand, and strode away.

As a ghost-hunting mage, when he arrived at that place, Ye Gufan would naturally sense the ghost qi.

If you don't have this ability, do you dare to come out and mix?

It was only past nine o'clock, and Ye Gufan was not in a hurry, stepping forward in the moonlight, while paying attention to the surrounding environment.

An hour later, the ground ahead was getting higher and more barren.

Gravel rolls under your feet, and there is no path.

It can be seen that there are few people walking in this place.

In the distance, a ghostly fire rose faintly, and then it was extinguished.

Ye Gufan smiled slightly, quickened his pace, and walked towards the place where the ghost fire appeared.

Call...... The night wind suddenly rose, and the blowing Ye Gufan was hunting.

Ye Gufan sniffed and smiled slightly.

After walking for another ten minutes, it was finally desolate in front of me.

The ground was full of rubble, and sure enough, there was no grass.

Moreover, there is not a single mosquito mole and ant, and within a radius of three or five miles, there is a dead air.

It's just that this dead air is mixed with a murderous aura.

Surrounded by a series of rocks.

The stone piles vary in size and are arranged irregularly, but they can be vaguely like tombs.

Obviously, these piles are not naturally generated, but can be built by someone.

There are about 100 stone piles, and the adjacent stone piles are more than a zhang away from each other.

But there are no trees and no tombstones, which is very weird.

In the crevices of the gravel mounds, phosphorus fires can occasionally be seen.

In a small area, the atmosphere is very chaotic, and it is difficult to catch the flickering east and west.

It gives the impression that every grave is bubbling, but the direction of the air is not consistent.

With this hazy moonlight, Ye Gufan stepped slowly, checking the feng shui.

"When the wind blows, it is lost, and when it encounters the boundary water, it stops. Boundary Water ...... It's too far, this piece of land, the Tibetan wind gathers qi but can't water, it's a demon game. ”

Ye Gufan walked between the cemeteries, quickly identified the water mouth of this place, and said to himself as he spoke.

Originally, the wind was whistling around, but as soon as Ye Gufan said this, the wind gradually went out.

Sensing this change, Ye Gufan was not surprised, continued to look around, and said: "The stones are graves, there are no trees and no seals, and the number is huge, this should not be the ancestor of the family." ”

As he spoke, Ye Gufan slowly walked to a stone grave in the middle of the mass graveyard and sat down on the grave.

"Sir, you can't sit here."

Before Ye Gufan's ass touched the grave, a man's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Straightening up his waist and turning around, Ye Gufan looked at the man, but saw that the man was old, skinny, and had a wrinkled face.

But his waist is straight and his appearance is clean.

Thinning hair, combed into a big back, chin, a beard at all.

It's a living person, not a dead ghost?

Presumably he also crawled out of a certain tomb, but he came in a hurry and didn't check the entrance to the cave.

Ye Gufan was slightly surprised in his heart, but asked lightly, "Why can't you sit?" ”

"Underneath these piles of rocks, there are ...... Heroic Spirit. Please sir don't blaspheme. ”

The old man said.

"Heroic spirits, as the name suggests, are the souls of heroes."

Ye Gufan pointed around and said, "Among these hundreds of stone tombs, the bones of heroes are buried?" ”

The old man looked around and nodded, "Yes." ”

Ye Gufan laughed, walked down the grave, and said: "I worship heroes, I don't know what kind of bloody history the heroes buried here have?" The breeze and the moon, the beautiful scenery, the old gentleman tell me about it. ”

"It's rare that Mr. Yaxing has it, please come with me."

The old man nodded and smiled, and led Ye Gufan around the grave to the middle of the two piles of rubble not far away.

There is a low stone platform, like a small coffee table.

On both sides of the stone platform, there is a flat stone, which is used as a bench.

"Sir, please be seated."

The old man raised his hand and pointed to the stone bench to the east and said.

"You are the host, you should be the east."

Ye Gufan glanced around and sat down on the stone bench on the west side.

The old man's eyes lit up and he said, "Sir also thinks that I am the host here?" ”

"In this cemetery, let's count you as the host, but after dawn, it's a different matter. Maybe then, you won't. ”

Ye Gufan said with a smile.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then sighed, looked around, and said, "It's a great country, it's really a thing to be the host here." ”

"I can't ask for it, tossing and turning, I don't want to leave even if I'm dead, lie here, hehe."

Ye Gufan smiled.

The old man's expression was gloomy, and he arched his hand at Ye Gufan, and said, "Mr. seems to already know, the identity of these heroic spirits?" ”

"I don't know, I'm waiting for you to say."

Ye Gufan shook his head.

"Okay."

The old man sat down and said, "Those buried here are all my comrades-in-arms and martyrs of our nation. A hundred years ago, in that war, they were in a plane crash here. The mountain is far away, the traffic is inconvenient, and there is no one to collect the bodies for them. I am a survivor of the dead, and I got up from the pile of dead people and built these stone tombs for them......"

It turned out to be an airborne soldier, Ye Gufan nodded, and understood in his heart.

In the war a hundred years ago, half of the country of China was lost, the people were devastated, and the wolf smoke was thousands of miles.

Fortunately, the spirit of the descendants of Yan and Huang did not die, and after eight years of bloody fighting, they finally expelled the enemy from the country and made the other party surrender unconditionally.

However, in that war, the area around Xichuan was never able to set foot because of the dangerous terrain.

So Ye Gufan realized at the beginning that these might be old ghosts in Dongying, but he felt that something was wrong.

Because of this place, the Fuso devils of the year never came.

Now, the old man said that it was a plane crash, and Ye Gufan felt credible.

However, these hundreds of tombs are here, and the plane that crashed that year is probably not one.

"You...... Have you learned the feng shui knowledge of our Huaxia country? ”

Ye Gufan asked.

"Historically, we have always been a subsidiary of the Huaxia Kingdom, and culturally, we have the same roots, so I also know some common sense of feng shui."

The old man said.

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