Chapter Twenty-Three: The Legion of the Dead

After a few days of rest, tools were procured, and arms were applied for in the Ministry of Armed Forces. I feel more grasped than the last time I went to Qinling with Jiucheng.

Pull out, go. We arrived first in Hebei. According to the instructions of the first picture of the dragon key, it is in Hebei.

I started by train, then by car, and then by myself. After a long journey through mountains and mountains, I finally found the location on the dragon key. And in the place of this mark, there are two forks in the road, and there are no other indicators on the second chapter diagram, just a large turtle is drawn.

What's even more outrageous is that there is a well on one side of the two forks in the road.

The fork in the road seems to have come out of the mountain, and the huge mountain wall blocks the two paths. Xie Min is an international student, and she always thinks that she only needs to study theories, and it is unreliable to come here.

"I said, Dr. Xie, you don't see anything about this thing."

β€œhatοΌŸβ€ "Hey, don't you have to make up your English, it's all socialism."

"Hmph, Niushan Yunniu Avenue Chief, do you want to see my jokes?" Xie Min doesn't seem to be easy to deal with. "How can it?" Curator Martha took the draft to mark all this, we walked dozens of kilometers in the mountains, collapsed a small river, conquered two peaks, and now where to go, there is no spectrum at all, fortunately they all have guns, compasses and everything, and it is safe at night.

"Ninety percent, you rabbit cub, why is it so long to?" Ninety percent of this kid is a little stage frightened, everyone is a professional archaeological team, no matter what I say, he is also a college student, he is a tomb robber, and now he has changed his evil ways and returned to me as a Taoist priest, holding back his old man along the way, I am afraid that he will be suffocated, such a talkative person.

"Master, my well."

"What the hell, pulled out of the well." Ninety percent won't fool me, I'll go and see. His grandmother's, it turned out to be a well. "Mom, what are you doing here?" The well was overgrown with weeds, and the well had long since been flooded, and it had not been seen from afar.

On the other side, Director Geng Shaotian, a young man in his thirties and forties, who didn't talk much, also discovered the well. One road on one side and a well on the other, which is a bit interesting.

How could Xie Min let go of such a good opportunity, his head rubbed up from behind me, like a ghost, "Niu Dao Chief, this is your unique skill, do you see anything?" ”

Mom, come to a gossip, this girl is angry and I have a headache. I touched my head, what is this Nima doing, isn't it just two wells?

"Master, come quickly." Ninety percent shouted again. "What's the matter, can you stop the meeting?" I rushed over, and there was an arm-thick chain under the well, which was holding something. And these two wells are cold, this summer, this cold can freeze you.

"There is a well, so we can replenish the water source." Xie Min Lele hehe. I suddenly had an ominous premonition, this sense of crisis is getting stronger and stronger, and I was stunned when I looked at Director Geng Shaotian Geng.

He walked over and said, "Stinky boy, you smell something wrong too. ”

"There's something weird here, we seem to have touched something." At this point, it was getting dark. "We can't go any further today, if we go wrong on one of these two forks, we may all fall short."

"Ninety percent, camp." Xie Min walked past me, "Some people are so good at bragging, they don't dare to move forward when they encounter something." "Oh, why is this girl so disturbing.

In the evening, the wind rose, and the wind was blowing, "Ninety, drive the stakes deeper, don't blow the tent away." "Master, declare that your old man is sleeping comfortably."

Miss Xie is a girl, this piling is boring, Curator Ma is an old man, Director Geng is busy with the two of them, I don't want to help this girl, this girl has to sleep with me at night.

A girl was wearing a SAT tactical vest, shook her hand to hit a stake, and thought that this guy had bluffed people. Then he threw an extremely hateful look in the blink of an eye, "Hey, hurry up, do you want me to help you, it's getting dark." β€œ

Mom said, "Ninety percent, you must make a stake ahead of him." "Okay." Ninety percent of this mad cow disease is committed, and it is really powerful.

The wind is blowing, some areas are blowing a whirlwind, this whirlwind is really a bit evil, rural people will spit when they see the whirlwind, now this wilderness, it is really not easy to make, this is clearly more fierce than the ghost.

Those two wells are so evil, and the iron chains below who knows what they are pulling.

"Master, something is wrong on this day." In an instant, the clouds were thick, but it didn't rain, and there was not even the accompanying lightning. Moreover, the wind formed a whirlwind around the tent, and it refused to leave for a long time.

Xie Min has seen tornadoes in the United States, of course, there is nothing terrible about this, but traditional Chinese know that this is in a sense more terrible than tornadoes.

"Miss Xie, hurry up and go back, don't come out if you see or hear anything." I told her very comforted and worried. "I'm afraid I've encountered something powerful today."

The wind was still howling, and everyone couldn't open their eyes, Jiucheng and I got into the tent, and I told Director Geng, "Director Geng, you and Director Ma are together, don't come out today anyway, it looks bad today." ”

"Does Brother Niu want me to help?"

"You can't help with this, remember, don't come out."

Xie Min didn't like me well, she had to come out, Director Geng stepped forward and glared, "Listen to Brother Niu." That's why I went in unhappily.

"Master, what's wrong?" Jiucheng is also worried, because this day, this wind, this gloomy environment feels like it is either the end of the world, or a ghost is dead.

I stayed in the tent with Jiucheng, through a small gap, and suddenly the wind was stronger, thanks to the depth of the fight, otherwise it would have been rolled away. The sound of roaring horses' hooves and the clashing of weapons became clearer and clearer, "Ahh "Ninety percent was about to scream, and I slapped my mouth.

It turned out that more and more warriors crawled out of the well, they were armed with swords and demented faces, and a large number of horses rushed from both roads, all riding only skeleton racks, and all long-haired broadswords, and when they reached a distance from the tent, they slowed down.

It was already dark at this time, and by the faint moonlight, in the wilderness, no one could name the poor country, this earth-shattering scene appeared, and I was also drunk.

The leader was dressed in golden armor and held a two-meter-long broadsword that slammed into the ground, and the minions behind it surrounded the tent. The leader, however, slowly walked towards Xie Min's tent.

The little girl received a bourgeois atheist education since she was a child, and even if she believed, she believed in Jesus, hoping that Jesus would appear at this time and bless her disciples.

The leader's head was covered by armor, and he couldn't see clearly, but he slowly used the weapon in his hand to pick Xie Min's tent. At this critical moment, as a man, a man who is also a Taoist priest, and a man who bears the heavy responsibility given by the motherland and the people, I must save Xie Min.

I built a son, and threw it in the chief's face, and some of it fell on the helmet.

"Master, you're in a big disaster, it's over now, these soldiers, one person and one knife, we don't even have a corpse." Ninety percent of them were scared and urinated, and I didn't know what would happen to me.

The leader was alarmed, and all the armor turned to my tent with their heads staggered. Well, it's over.

The leader walked slowly to my tent and made a hole in it with his weapon. Jiucheng and I were pretending to be asleep, only to hear the sound of sizzling and feeling a slight cold wind.

"It's over!!!" Thinking in my heart.

Mom came to a figure-of-eight, fight, if you want to die, you will have a good time, suddenly one turned over, picked up the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in her hand, snapped, ninety percent is the same as me, but ninety percent didn't even open their eyes, two people ten bullets, two bursts.

The leader seemed to be startled by the sudden turn of the two of us and our shooting, but the bullet passed through his body and then hit the opposite tree.

Seeing that he was being attacked, the leader waved his hand, and the soldiers of the overlord on all sides rushed up, and the situation was reversed in this situation of a hundred deaths and no lives. There was an urgent trumpet, the melody of which was rough and tasteless, whining and humming, so dull that you would fall asleep after listening to it for a long time. The leader glared at me, and led his men to retreat.

"Army of the Undead!" I threw my ass down. This trumpet was originally sounded by Curator Ma. "Brother Niu, are you alright?" At this time, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down, and the palms and feet were all wet.

"Let's go see Miss Xie first." I don't even know why I said that. "Brother Niu, Miss Xie is fine, she is sleeping soundly." Director Geng's words didn't knock me to death.

"Hey, Niu Shanyun, you don't sleep most of the night, what are you tossing?" Xie Min thought I had woken her up by shooting. "Curator Ma, you're also here, do you have any tasks?" Curator Ma shook his head helplessly and went to sleep.

Legend has it that after the death of some emperors with great merits, an army would be built for him to accompany him underground as emperor, and the terracotta warriors and horses of Qin Shi Huang also mean this. This army is called the Army of the Undead. They were sealed away from the mausoleum, and could only stay here forever to guard the mausoleum.

The army of the undead here must have guarded the tomb for the emperor.

Curator Ma's deception was really effective and saved everyone's lives.

Curator Ma was also frightened, slept in the tent, his eyes looked straight at the top of the tent, the whirlwind around him also dispersed, the bright moonlight reappeared, many stars blinked, tomorrow is a good weather.

Director Geng is not, father and mother ask for blessing, but only Xie Min, nothing happened, and blamed me for not taking care of the curator and director. Jiucheng was also angry at this time, "You girl is unreasonable, it's amazing that the United States is back, thanks to you didn't see it last night, otherwise you would still be alive now." ”

"What kind of society is it now, and I still believe in cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, I really don't know what the curator is looking for you two wastes for." Ninety percent of them weren't happy. "Ninety, you need to be calm, good men don't fight with women, ah." Ninety percent was grabbed by me.

Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration, are these two wells seals? Why do you say that, there is a basis.

"Qimen Baicao Fang" has a feng shui pattern called Shuangjing Separation Situation. Since Fu Xi painted the opening of the sky, the doctrine of yin and yang was born, and then evolved step by step into a unique Chinese culture.