An hour later, the four of them walked to a Gobi Desert according to the direction Er Mazi said.

As far as the eye can see, the yellow sand is everywhere, and the grass and trees are not growing. Whenever a strong wind blows, the sand and dust rolls up, revealing a weathered dry skeleton on the ground. There were people, horses, and some large beasts, half-buried skeletons in the sand, several meters high.

How to describe what they saw, it was desolate, magnificent, and shocking!

Er Mazi said that this is an ancient battlefield with a history of more than 300 years. But it is not a war between people, according to the oral tradition of the local elders, a group of wild beasts came out of nowhere, and everywhere they went, people and animals did not exist, and the village was destroyed.

The local inhabitants formed an alliance with the herdsmen to the north to defeat the Flood Beasts. After seven days and seven nights of fighting, they were finally wiped out at an extremely tragic cost. And the coalition forces were also killed nine times out of ten, and the rest were all disabled, and not many people could come back.

Over time, the scene it is today has formed.

The four of them went deep into a section, and the temperature gradually dropped. Even if the sun is scorching, you can feel the slightest chill.

For the sake of safety, Zhang Peng did not continue to go deeper to a place where the yin qi was heavier. On the one hand, this kind of place is prone to "ghosts hitting the wall", in case you get lost, no one will come to help. This is not Nanzhou City, where you can find a helper with a phone call. Moreover, there is no signal here, and if you really get lost, you will lose half your life.

On the other hand, the requirements for the concentration of yin qi in magic chess are not very high, and he used to charge in the middle of the Huangniu Mountain, where the yin qi is not so heavy.

He found a sheltered spot under the dirt slope, spread the three of them out of sight, buried black and white in the dirt, called them over, and announced, "Spend the night here tonight." ”

"Huh?" Ah Chi looked at him with some puzzlement.

"I need to do some rituals, and I can help us later." Zhang Peng explained. Originally, he didn't want to bring Ah Chi here, but seeing that the other party looked pitiful, he couldn't bear it, so he simply didn't drive him away, and there was no threat anyway. After all, Zhang Xiaochi is not a big brother, but he has some bad intentions, and he can't be regarded as a big traitor.

Many Chinese people only learned the black of Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, but did not learn his thickness. The thick of the thick black is not "thick-skinned", but the meaning of "being generous". Just imagine, a narrow-minded villain who will repay his eyes, how can anyone dare to follow?

Aren't you afraid of unloading the mill and killing the donkey, the rabbit and the dog in the future?

Ah Chi didn't ask any more questions, Xiao Yun looked around, pursed her lips, and didn't say anything. Lao Wan was simply, as soon as Zhang Peng finished speaking, he threw the salute and backpack on the ground and sat down to rest.

"I've wronged you, find a place tomorrow, rub it well, and then get a good night's sleep." Zhang Peng comforted.

"Hmm." Xiao Yun nodded in support.

"If only there was a canvas." Lao Wan pointed to the bones of a giant beast not far ahead. The skeleton was three or four meters high, and if it was covered with a shade cloth, it could be used as a big tent.

"Haha......" Ah Chi laughed and said, ""

After the chess pieces were buried, through that faint connection, Zhang Peng felt the joy of the candle flame heroic spirit, as if the fish swam in the sea and the birds flew in the clear sky.

He thought about it for a moment, and then he understood. The so-called heroic spirit is the spirit body of the hero. And here, it is the cemetery of heroes. Fellows see fellow villagers, there is a shot behind them, and heroes see heroes, but it is you and me who sympathize with each other.

Thinking of this, he decided to go a little deeper, to a place where the yin qi was stronger. The spirit of a hero will only protect people, not harm people. In the past, some people always said that the house next to the martyr's cemetery could not be lived, and the yin qi was too heavy. But it is not an ordinary yin qi, but a heroic righteousness, the pride of heaven and earth, which will only nourish the heart and concentrate on the mind, and be fragrant for a hundred generations.

After a while, the four of them came to a new place, where the yin qi was so heavy that it felt like a black cloud was overwhelming. When the sun arrived, it was much dimmer. The air seems to be somewhat humid and has a high specific gravity. The body is like being filled with lead, heavy and sluggish, making people feel more and more sleepy.

After burying the chess pieces, Zhang Peng felt an indescribable pleasure, as if his chest was full of breath, and there was a feeling of "toasting and drinking". However, this is only a momentary feeling. He hadn't closed his eyes for two days and one night, and the tiredness soon came back, and his eyelids were heavy, half-open and half-closed.

Maybe it was a problem with the environment, or maybe it was the exhaustion of not sleeping all night, and soon after sitting down, the four of them leaned together and fell asleep.

Before going to bed, Zhang Peng stretched his eyelids and placed several makeup mirrors around him to make it easier to detect danger and respond. In fact, in the state of hiding the mirror in the dream, he slept very poorly, and when he woke up the next day, his head would be groggy, as if he had insomnia all night.

After a long time......

The sun was sinking into the horizon, the moon was slowly rising, and the stars dotted the sky late at night.

A chill hit, Zhang Peng gradually woke up, opened his eyes, and found himself in a makeup mirror five or six meters away. It is certainly not a good thing to inspire a mirror in a dream in such a place. He shuddered, fully conscious.

The moment he looked at himself, he almost cried out. I saw a figure standing in front of him, less than three meters away from him.

Looking at it, the figure is thin, and it turns out to be Ah Chi!

He stood there dumbfounded, looking at himself, as if hesitating something. Zhang Peng's eyes narrowed, ready to wake up at any time, and a shot blasted over. This unscrupulous thing is really a dog who can't change eating, and he can't sympathize with it at all.

But after a long while, Ah Chi still stood still, motionless. Zhang Peng didn't dare to relax his vigilance, but he still swept around with the corner of his eye. The next discovery made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave. I saw Ah Chi leaning on his side, his head bowed, and he fell asleep.

Perhaps it was too frightened, Zhang Peng in the mirror disappeared instantly, and his body suddenly woke up.

The white moonlight sprinkled on the yellow earth. Everywhere you look, it's empty, and there's nothing but dry bones everywhere. Turning his head, Ah Chi was still beside him, his head lowered, and he was sleeping soundly. The "Ah Chi" standing in front is gone!

His mind moved, and a black mist emerged from the earth, condensing and forming in front of him.

As soon as the skeleton assassin appeared, he drew his sharp knife and swung it forward. That location is the place where I saw "Ah Chi" before.

"Uhh A terrible scream resounded through the wilderness, as if something had died under the sharp knife of the skeletal assassin.

The voice seemed to be heard only by Zhang Peng, and the other three did not react at all.

The head was already groggy, but once it was safe again, the drowsiness struck again. Without waiting for him to think about it, he fell asleep. Before he could close his eyelids, he had only time to issue the "Guard" command to keep the skeleton assassin behind before he fell into a deep sleep.

After that, the hidden mirror in the dream was never activated again.

"Ahh

The next morning, he was woken up by a scream that punctured his eardrums. When he opened his eyes, Xiao Yun was looking at this side with a frightened expression, and Lao Wan was also pale.

Zhang Peng turned his neck cautiously, observed left and right for a while, and found no snakes and scorpions, nor other abnormalities, so he cast a puzzled look at Lao Wan.

"Ah Chi, he ......" Lao Wan pointed to his side, and stopped talking.

Zhang Peng turned his head, and Ah Chi was still sitting there, his head lowered. He pushed, and Ah Chi tilted his body and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Zhang Peng immediately sensed the problem and turned Ah Chi over. I saw that the other party's face was sallow, his body was cold, and when he snorted, he had no breath, and he had obviously been dead for a long time.

"I just wanted to wake him up, so I ...... I found ......" Xiao Yun said with a pale face, her voice trembling a little.

Zhang Peng frowned, thinking about it carefully, Ah Chi was likely to die last night. What he saw in the mirror was Ah Chi's spirit. The skeleton assassin's stab shattered the opponent's spirit, so he heard the scream.

He turned sideways and flipped Ah Chi's corpse. Suddenly, a centipede emerged from the other's clothes. He screamed in fright and rolled backwards. I saw that the centipede was more than two feet long, its arms were so thick, its whole body was jet black, and thousands of knuckles were dancing rapidly, making people's scalps tingle.

"Bang!"

Zhang Peng quickly pulled out his pistol, opened the safety buckle, and shot over. The black centipede's head shattered in response, spewing out a large amount of yellow-green slurry. The body of the insect churned and fell to the ground, but it was dead but not stiff, its body writhing, its tiny knuckles waving wildly, bringing up bursts of dust.

"Bang!"

Perhaps it was too disgusting, Zhang Peng fired another shot, breaking the centipede in two, and finally stopped struggling.

All three were pale and silent. After thinking about it for a while, my back was cold, but fortunately, this centipede got on Ah Chi's body, otherwise they would have died.

"Alas......" Zhang Peng sighed, but he didn't expect that Ah Chi, who had always been annoying, had inadvertently saved their lives, and he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, and even guilty.

"Bury him......" Zhang Peng sighed.

Then the three of them dug a soil pit with animal bones and buried Zhang Xiaochi's body in it. Then Zhang Peng found a larger animal pelvic bone and engraved the other party's name on it as a tombstone.

After making it, the three of them knelt down on their knees, put some bread, distilled water and canned food, and worshiped Lao Wan with cigarettes, which was regarded as seeing off the life-saving benefactor.

Then, Zhang Peng dug up two chess pieces. In the sunlight, the surface of the chess pieces has regained its crystal luster, and it has been fully charged. Wait for the candle flame to be offered in the evening to remove the impurities in the yin qi, and it will be done.

Although he released the Skeleton Assassin Vigil last night, as long as he didn't participate in the battle, the cost was very small. Moreover, the yin qi here is very thick, and the speed of absorption is much greater than the consumption, and it does not affect the recharge.

But then again, there are differences. As we all know, Yin Qi is made up of "psionic energy" and "life imprints". Psionic energy is pure energy, while life imprints are "impurities".

If the candle flame spirit is constantly consumed in a place with strong yin energy, and at the same time it is constantly replenished, without the candle flame offering, impurities will gradually accumulate and affect the original life mark of the spirit spirit. Although the mark of the Heroic Spirit is very powerful, when it adds up, it will undergo qualitative changes.

Of course, the life imprint between heroes and heroes has a very high degree of fit, not only will it not affect, but it will also enhance and consolidate the original life imprint. However, there are still a large number of life marks of the Flood Beasts here, full of tyrannical and bloodthirsty aura, and they are more powerful than the life marks of humans.

In this case, the candle offering is particularly important. Just now, when Zhang Peng dug out the chess pieces, he already felt a violent breath, like a fierce beast trapped in a cage, roaring in a low voice, wanting to get out of the cage, drink blood, and feast. So much so that he did not dare to release the heavy infantry to assist in digging the pit.

The candle offering should be derived from the "confession" of the Western "holy church" faith, and the "contemplation of the wall" of the Eastern "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism", which is self-reflection, cleansing the soul and removing the demons in the heart.

Watching a bunch of chess pieces confess in the candlelight, it feels quite interesting, Zhang Peng can't help but think.