I lay at the entrance of the cave and looked out, only to see that at the bottom of the slope, in a beast path not far away, there were many shadowy black figures inexplicably. The crescent moon was just visible in the sky, and through the faint moonlight, I could see several figures in front of me.

However, this look made goosebumps all over my body rush up like a rocket, covering my whole body.

Oh my God, what the hell is this?

Through Duoduo's ghostly eyes, I saw a large group of soldiers in ancient armor, holding Changge, walking slowly.

They were not neatly dressed, except for the leader, who was dressed in steel, and the rest were tattered leather armor, and their clothes were dirty black and red, as if they were very tired; The leader rode a bantam horse, the horse was so tired that he was panting, and someone carried a flag, hunting and flying in the wind, the flag was complete, it was black, and it was printed with a large traditional Chinese character - "Han".

During the whole process, there was no sound, no conversation, no footsteps, no collision of weapons, not even the sneezing of the war horse, there was no sound at all, everything was as strange as a silent movie. But before our eyes, it was so real that I could even see the soldiers' arms, the bleeding wounds, and their numb faces.

There was not a trace of a human expression on this face, as if it were a mahjong tile, and without squinting, he stared at the back of the head of the soldier in front of him.

The eyeballs were frighteningly white, as pure as milk, and there was no sign of life.

In the dark night, walking soldiers and armies moved slowly in the silence. It is so real that people can't help but be afraid, and even forget to think about where these thousands of people came from in this black bamboo ditch in the deep mountains, and they are constantly heading west. My shoulders are heavy, and it's a miscellaneous trail. He also woke up, crouched next to me, and watched quietly.

I wanted to speak, but I was frightened by the strange scene in front of me, I didn't dare to breathe, my throat was dry, and I asked what it was for a long time?

"Yin soldiers borrow the way!"

The answer to me was the old man Wan Sanye, most of the people had already woken up at this time, he squatted on my left hand, looked at the black shadows passing below, and explained to everyone in a low voice:

"How? The so-called ghosts are actually the souls that have passed away. After they die, they either have resentment, or they have memories, or they don't know that they are dead, and their souls do not return to the underworld, so they stay in the world; This Yin soldier is also, the army is the place where the will of the aggregate is the most able to accumulate, it can often condense into an energy and aura that changes the environment, if the death is wronged, and the environment is suitable, then in these places there will be a phenomenon of 'Yin soldiers borrowing the way', marching back and forth. But it doesn't matter, their purpose is ahead, and if nothing happens, they won't pay attention to our ......."

I found that Wan Sanye's speech is very in line with the tone of a professional ghost hunter, concise and clear, not like ordinary Taoist priests, talking nonsense about some Taoist classics and metaphysical mysteries that others don't understand, which makes people dizzy and don't know why.

The road to simplicity.

In the Forbidden City, Taihu Lake and many other places, he has even seen with his own eyes - although there is no such scale - I have heard him say a lot of such principles, in fact, it is the soul of different latitudes (cohabiting space, and the time is inconsistent), there is usually no intersection, even if we see it, it will not affect us ourselves, at most it will only make people frightened and lose their souls. The so-called lost soul is to call it back.

My mood regained my composure, and I heard someone behind me take a long breath, as if relieved.

After making sure that there was no danger, I relaxed and began to look at the moving procession with the mentality of watching the excitement. Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, it is difficult to depict that scene in your mind through the special effects of film and television dramas or your own imagination without seeing an army of this scale marching at night. I don't know how many Yin soldiers have passed in front of me, as if there is no end.

That dignified momentum, staring at it for a long time, made me breathless, and my heart was about to burst out.

We quietly watched the Yin soldiers walking on the road, feeling that we had traveled through thousands of years of history, back to ancient times, and back to a certain bloody cold weapon battlefield. And just when we thought that this strange scene was about to end, suddenly at the edge of the dense forest in the distance, there was a terrible ghost scream.

Yes, it's the ghost scream, the kind of miserable and creepy that can penetrate deep into the soul.

As I said before, ghosts can't make sounds because they are spirits and don't have vocal cords. However, ghosts who have a path can simulate their own voices by manipulating the vibrations of air particles. For example, Duoduo can speak after recalling the earth soul; And some powerful ghosts, who go against the way of heaven and are washed by the yin wind, so their hearts change greatly, and the sound of howling is completely different from the frequency range that people can hear. Suddenly hearing it, it seeped into panic, which made people shudder and be very frightened.

This howl made the Yin soldiers who were marching suddenly stop, and all the Yin soldiers turned their heads and looked at the peach blossom forest.

It was still for about three seconds, and I saw a large black fog sweeping from the peach blossom forest, and then at the end of my vision, I saw a faint figure appear. The figure let out a ghostly scream. However, what is strange is that the Yin soldier as far as my eye can see does not actually look at him, but twists his stiff neck and looks towards us in unison.

Although I knew that these were all spirits and non-existent things, I couldn't help but be startled when this ghostly and longing Yin soldier knocked on it together.

At that moment, I hated myself for being able to see so clearly.

What was even more unexpected was that Wan Chaodong, who was behind me, was so frightened that his back suddenly straightened, and he shouted in panic: "Ah......" This voice was extremely loud in the silent night, which caught us off guard. And the creepy thing also happened, those Yin soldiers who were closer to us suddenly activated and rushed towards us, and for a while, the fierce light appeared, and the black fog was flourishing.

Those black shadows were like real people, with fierce expressions and murderous awe. Wan Sanye stood up suddenly, and suddenly there was a short soul flag in his hand, and he chanted the spell of dispelling ghosts in his mouth, which made people's blood boil. We didn't have time to blame Wan Chaodong for his recklessness, burning talismans one after another, knotting threads of knots, all kinds of busyness for a while, while Wan Yong and other ordinary people retreated in succession, not daring to step forward.

The first to rush forward was a general on horseback, armed with a long ge, stabbing at us.

A black shadow blocked its way, and it was the ghost shadow on Wan Sanye's waist that shot out, and the ghost shadow relied on a pair of palms to catch the roaring Changge. Oh - this time there was a sound of breaking the air, looking at the Yin soldiers who came up like a tide, because I had no experience, I didn't know what to do, so I quickly recited the nine-character mantra silently, calmed the nervous mood, and then shouted "Tong", with the handprint, I felt that the whole body was in line with the energy in the space, and a feeling of courage and courage and desperate survival arose.

My left hand was cold, my right hand was hot, the energy of the two different attributes exchanged, and the manic force penetrated the whole body.

At this time, the black tide had already flooded us in front of us who were blocking the entrance of the cave. A soldier with a stiff face stabbed me in the chest, and I grabbed it, not in substance, but in the touch of a spirit. Without hesitation at the moment, he stepped forward and waved a palm with his left hand, hitting it directly on its head.

Bang –

There was a shock in the air, and the Yin soldiers in front of me were like scattered cherry blossom fragments, floating to the ground and never appearing again.

This palm made me more confident, and I fought with four or five Yin soldiers one after another, but none of them carried my two palms. I was very excited, and my hands were cold or hot, very polarized. I fought fiercely, like a bamboo, but the three around me are not bad, Wan Sanye is old and spicy, no ghost dares to touch the soul flag, Zhao Zhonghua has a rattan whip, falling golden bells, quite a queen's style, every time a Yin soldier is drawn, they are like sand sculptures scattered.

However, none of this can be compared with the record of the miscellaneous trail.

The miscellaneous trail dancing with lightning striking the peach stick, is really like the Monkey King who made trouble in the heavenly palace on TV, and the tiger is vigorous. The peach tree that was bombarded by thunder I don't know how many times, the outside was charred into charcoal, we cut open the core of the tree, and obtained this stick, which was slightly heavy, although it was not carved with a talisman spell, but it was born with the exorcism of peach wood and the burst of thunder and lightning, every time it hit a Yin soldier, it almost didn't pause, and it collapsed directly on the spot, and ceased to exist.

From time to time, the stick burst into a trace of electric sparks in the humid air, which was so enchanting that I couldn't help but shout: "Strong, Brother Monkey......"

However, there were not a dozen or twenty Yin soldiers who climbed up, a large group climbed up like ants, and I didn't hold on for more than ten minutes, and then I felt that my hands were out of control, and the cold and scorching heat made my breath chaotic, and if I didn't pay attention, I was slashed across my left shoulder.

The blade that was originally a spirit body was cold and piercing at that moment, like substance, and my shoulder was first cold, then hot, and I felt a small hole open, and blood flowed out.

It wasn't until this moment that I was finally sure that this Yin soldier could kill people!

I covered my shoulders and hurried back, looking at the black tide yin soldiers who rushed up to fill my field of vision, I felt a little desperate in my heart, and I didn't understand why the harmless yin soldiers in the mouth of Wan San Ye would become so crazy? Suddenly, I looked at the dark shadow in the distance, it must have been his ghost. Miscellaneous Xiaodao waved his stick and leaned on my back to shout a little poison, you have nothing to do, right?

I said no, he said that the thief captured the king first, and he didn't want to die of exhaustion, so we had to get rid of that guy. I'll go, will you come?

Hearing the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao say this, I immediately became arrogant and shouted: "People die and birds face up, and they will not die for thousands of years." Fuck ...... Above! ”