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It was already night, there was not a single sound, and the moon hung bewitchingly on the other side of the woods, and a gray light came out dimly, which did not really shine a qiē.

A qiē looks weird.

Of course, there will be no people who are not afraid of death coming here on such a night, because they are already dead people when they come here.

The air was filled with gunsmoke, mixed with the smell of blood, and I felt sick to the smell.

In the evening, a small group of ** was encountering a small group of Japanese troops here, and without knowing the number of each other, after an inexplicable and fierce shootout between the two sides, each left dozens of corpses and fled in a hurry.

Tang Fang is one of these "corpses".

Tang Fang is not very old, and he probably doesn't know the specific age, that is, when the first beard-like object began to appear under him now, he was caught in the army as a strong man.

After more than ten years of fighting on the battlefield, fighting with different commanders, the bosses on the head have changed one after another, and the brothers around him have changed batch after batch, Tang Fang has been able to live until now without missing arms and legs, not only by luck, but also because he does not invite credit, does not come forward, and does not take the lead.

Therefore, the people who enlisted with him are now not even mixed with the squad leader, and Tang Fang is the only one.

Therefore, the person who enlisted with him is now the only one who has the life to continue to mix.

The Tang side knew that if it was in a head-on battle, the trick of pretending to be dead would not have the slightest effect at all, because when a slightly experienced army cleaned up the battlefield, it would habitually make up for the enemy who was not dead.

But in such skirmishes, playing dead can be very effective.

Tang Fang moved a corpse pressed on his body to the side, touched the wound on the right side that was scratched by a stray bullet, wiped the blood on his face that had temporarily melted up, stumbled to his feet, scolded his mother, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground. Just about to leave.

Suddenly, there were a few strange noises not far ahead, Tang Fang frowned, and thought: Could it be that the group of little Japan just now appeared something, and turned back.

At this time, it was too late to escape, Tang Fang then looked around in the dim moonlight, took out a telescope from a Japanese soldier beside him, and quietly climbed on top of a big tree beside him.

Tang Fang's heart was in his throat, and all of them were as quiet as a piece of ink, only to hear the ticking sound of the watch in the hand of the Japanese soldier who had been dead for a long time.

After a short time, the sound of footsteps stepping on the leaves sounded, and Tang Fang's heart relaxed, with so many years of experience, Tang Fang knew that the number of people who came was not large, and it should not be the voice that a well-trained team should come out.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Tang Fang's heart that he had just put down suddenly came up again, his eyes staring at the scene in front of him, and his long mouth seemed to be able to swallow a toad.

Although the moonlight was not bright, Tang Fang's military-trained eyes could clearly see this scene from a distance of ten meters.

The leader is a Taoist priest, wearing a gray linen robe, with a straw rope tied around his waist, and a string of people tied behind the straw rope, each of whom is three or four steps apart, following behind the Taoist priest, his face is like ashes, and his body is mechanically following behind the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest is holding a small bell in his hand, which seems to have some kind of magic and produces a rhythmic sound, driving away the group of people behind them who are like dead corpses.

"Xiangxi chases the corpse!" Tang Fang almost called out.

Tang Fang grew up in a clay village in Xiangxi. Since I was a child, I have never heard all kinds of strange stories about corpse chasers, but since I joined the army, my horizons have broadened a lot, and these mysterious legends of chasing corpses are just fantasy techniques performed by some warlocks on the rivers and lakes for Tang Fang, which are not worth mentioning, and gradually I no longer believe in them.

However, Tang Fang never thought that today, he would actually see this strange scene of chasing corpses with his own eyes.

Tang Fang rubbed his eyes, and pinched his own people, Tang Fang believed in ghosts and gods or not, but also subconsciously believed that encountering these unclean things was always an unlucky thing, and secretly snorted, not daring to make too loud noises, for fear of attracting the attention of that group of "people".

Sure enough, the Taoist priest seemed to stop and walked in the direction of Tang Fang. A team of dead people behind him also followed him, Tang Fangxin couldn't help but be secretly nervous, could it be that the other party showed himself?

The sound of the bell in the Taoist priest's hand is not crisp and pleasant, but like the tip of a knife slashing across a disk, sharpening people's heartbeat and making it particularly harsh in the night sky. Tang Fang hurriedly hid his figure, and he didn't even dare to come out.

Fortunately, the Taoist priest only stopped at a distance of three or four meters from Tang Fang, squatted down, and repeatedly looked at a corpse that had been dead for a long time. Tang Fang secretly said in his heart: What is this thief Taoist going to do?

The Taoist priest raised one hand, and several corpses behind him stood still like clay and wood sculptures, and the Taoist priest turned his hand and took out a dagger from his waist, and quickly stabbed into the wrist of the Japanese corpse, and the dark red blood slowly flowed out, as if it was somewhat solidified, and the Taoist priest turned his hand again, and skillfully picked out a hand bone from the corpse of the Japanese army. Look at it in the moonlight.

Tang Fang saw the appearance of this Taoist priest clearly, the Taoist priest is not very old, he definitely does not look like he is in his early twenties, there is no Taoist crown on his head, and he does not tie the cow nose and bun in Tang Fang's impression, but it is so scattered on his head, and the long sideburns on both sides hang down to his shoulders.