"All the brothers, listen, prepare the bullets for me to go on, even if you die, you must cover the evacuation of the master!" Agudamu ordered and shouted, and none of the ten or so brothers behind him flinched. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Agudam, don't worry, something is wrong. You let the brothers take a good look. Ma Ya said.

When they climbed the plank-made wall, they saw nothing on the prairie except the violent sand wind, not even a rabbit, and the shouts of killing and the hooves of thousands of horses were gone.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Ma Ya said: "This place may be haunted! Go and wake up the master, we must hurry to Saiyin Mountain, no matter how fierce the ghost is, he will definitely not dare to break into the temple!"

For some reason, the sandstorm stopped, but after the furious sandstorm, there was a heavy fog on the grassland, and the fog instantly swallowed the entire desert, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness, and I couldn't see my fingers. I couldn't even see anything five meters away in front of me, let alone the moon overhead.

"It's bad! ghost covers eyes!" Ma Ya often heard the old man talk about ghost covering his eyes in the Xing'an Mountains, and knew that there was a little ghost looking for a substitute, and once he couldn't go out, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to see the sun tomorrow.

"No, Miss Ma, the fog is too big, we will lose our way if we run out randomly, if we run backwards, won't we run into the arms of the enemy?"

"Light the torches and return to the master, no matter what happens tonight, no one is allowed to leave the master for half a step!"

Ma Ya wanted to wake up Wushuang, Wushuang was the most experienced in dealing with this kind of thing, but she saw that Wushuang was sleeping too soundly, and she couldn't bear to wake him up.

All the brothers shrank back to Wushuang from all around, shotguns in their hands and vigilantly observing the fog around them.

"Quick, get more planks, and keep the fire as good as possible!" said Ma Ya.

A brother went into the fog to look for rotten wooden planks, there was not much else in this place, and the abandoned ancient military fortresses were all made of wooden planks, and many rotten wooden slags could be found at will. Moreover, the wood has been exposed to wind and sand for so long, and it has been dried and is very flammable.

Everyone lit four fires and surrounded them with open flames, and after warming up, they became much bolder. However, the fog outside was still thick and unbearable, as if it had instantly traveled to another world.

Ma Ya lifted the tip of her nose. "What a smell of blood?"

"Look, Miss Ma, when does so much grass grow under our feet?" asked Agudamu, pointing to his feet.

When they entered, it was originally a deserted ancient military fortress, full of broken bricks and wood, so many years of wind and sand invasion in the north of the desert have caused this fortress to gradually desert, and there is no trace of green under the feet at all. But at this moment, the soles of the feet are full of greenery, and the soft green grass is full of fragrance, but the fragrance is still mixed with a strong smell of blood.

"How can this be? Where is this?" Ma Ya had never experienced any of this, and couldn't help but be a little flustered.

"Miss Ma, shouldn't we deal with this matter casually......? Let's wake up the master! If something goes wrong, I'm just afraid of ......" Agudammu was still apprehensive about what happened to the Beiman Fortress a few days ago, and it was because of the young Hasen Hulai that he gave his life.

"Brother, wake up, something happened, wake up!" Ma Ya didn't dare to deal with this matter alone, so she had to push Wushuang. But no matter how she shouted, Wushuang lay on the ground and didn't react at all, just like a deaf person.

"Master, Master, wake up!" Agudam shouted at the top of his voice.

But Wushuang still didn't react, he lay calmly on the ground, baking a bonfire and his body was warm. He didn't even snore when he just fell asleep, and his sleeping position was like that of a well-behaved kitten.

"Won't you, will the young master ......die?" Agudamu didn't dare to say the taboo, but isn't the young master in front of him no different from a dead man?

Ma Ya reached out to Wushuang's nose and tried it, but fortunately, Wushuang had a snort, but the snort was a little weak.

"It's okay, don't worry, don't quarrel with him yet, we must survive this night!"

What the hell is going on with Wushuang? It's okay, but something big has happened. Ordinary people can't see that he is not sleeping deeply, but sleeping "dead". Friends in the south may not understand this sentence very well. The old people in the rural areas of Jilin often say that whoever sleeps "dies" can't wake up no matter how much they call it. What does that mean? That is, a person is hooked away by a ghost in his sleep. If you don't find a way to wake him up before dawn, you won't wake up in this life.

Even if you wake up, it's no different from a vegetative person, and only one of the three souls and six spirits in the body is left to maintain metabolism. In fact, it is a living corpse.

Agudammu didn't know about the evil of the Darigan League, he was not a local, but he had only heard that this place did not seem to be very clean, and the nearby herdsmen did not dare to graze here. In fact, the abandoned ancient military fortress of the Darigan League is a cemetery. Tens of thousands of corpses of Qing soldiers walked below. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Tsarist Russia invaded our country from North Manchuria, and it was this road that was taken, and the first thing to suffer was this military fortress. All the officers and soldiers were slaughtered by Lao Maozi, and after Lao Maozi bloodbathed the Darigan League, the local herdsmen couldn't bear to see the purgatory state on earth, so they scraped together some money to bury the corpses of the Qing army.

The coffins that Ma Ya and the others saw on the ground just now were all some generals and soldiers of the Qing army at that time, and almost all of them were built up with white bones. This place is so heavy in yin qi, can it be peaceful?

"Huh?" a brother shouted, shuddering, pointing to a dark shadow in the fog.

Everyone looked at it, and there seemed to be a Qing soldier in armor walking back and forth with a spear in his hand in the thick fog. He drooped his head, and his face was bleeding, and blood was dripping down his face.

The spear he held in his hand was held on the ground, and it clattered as he walked.

"Nay, don't move!" Agudammu raised his shotgun, no matter what he was, as long as he dared to take a step closer to the young master, he would shoot immediately. "Naiqian" is the Mongolian language, which means friend.

There was a loud bang, and I don't know which brother slipped his hand and pulled the trigger.

"Damn, Little Liuzi, who told you to shoot?" said Agudamu angrily.

Xiao Liuzi didn't want to, but they were all beards, and killing people was killing people, so how could they have encountered such a thing? Can you not be afraid? But Xiao Liuzi fired this shot well, and after the shot was shot, the guy who didn't know if it was a person or a ghost disappeared.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't know what was going on. But it stands to reason that such a loud movement of the gunfire must have woken up Wushuang. But Wushuang was still lying on the ground and falling asleep.