There was nothing on my body, but fortunately there was a lighter, so I tore a strip of cloth from my clothes, tied it to a dead log, and lit it.

The fire brought me warmth and light, and I used the light to walk slowly and carefully, for an unfathomable cave like this could often be dangerous.

Soon after, a dark stone gate appeared in front of me, and it was obvious that where I was now was a tomb, and this tomb door was the entrance to this tomb.

I approached the torch and looked closely at the stone gate, and found that there were many words on it.

This kind of writing is not like the words we use in our daily life, but like mantras in Buddhism.

I have a vague feeling that something is wrong here, and there seems to be something big about it.

If I'm not mistaken, the words on the door of this tomb serve as a seal.

What is it, how much resentment there is, even after death, it must be sealed here with a spell.

I felt furry when I thought about it, but then I thought about it, since this place was sealed, how did the box come out?

Could it be Tufuzi? It is very likely that a person like this will not take a normal path, and it is normal that he will not pass through the tomb gate, and he should be smashed by the Yellow Dragon and lowered from above.

If this tomb has been stolen, then the amount of yin qi in this mountain is so heavy, but it can also be explained.

It is very likely that the owner of the tomb in this tomb is waking up, because the yin qi is too heavy, which causes the entire mountain to gather a strong yin qi.

"It seems that there is another way."

Bai Ling pointed to the top of the side of the tomb door, there was a hole there, I walked over and looked up, really, a lot of clods of earth fell from below.

It seems that the group of Tufuzi used to be here, but they did not take this road, probably not knowing how to open this tomb door.

"I can take you up."

Bai Ling held my hand, and my whole body was lifted up by her, because I was too weak, so her speed was very slow.

Soon, after passing through the narrow cavern, I was on the surface, surrounded by an unfamiliar environment, but I knew that I was still on the mountain.

By the light of the moon, I could tell the direction in which I was coming, and I walked slowly in that direction.

To be honest, my strength is really at the limit, if it weren't for Bai Ling's support, I wouldn't be able to walk now.

My senses have gradually become numb, and the scene in front of me has always been a little hazy, as if in a dream.

But I know very well that this is because of the lack of oxygen supply to the brain, and the head is like a mess, which is very painful.

"Hold on a little longer."

Bai Ling has never dared to look into my eyes, probably because of guilt.

I gritted my teeth and insisted, "You don't have to do this, then you don't blame you." ”

Indeed, in fact, there was no problem with the direction that Bai Ling pushed, I was falling rapidly, and her angle could only push me towards the cave.

Maybe she also saw that foothold, but she was a ghost, and I was human, and for her, that height was not high, but for me it was different.

"No, that's my problem."

She lowered her head, as if thinking of something, and grabbed my hand three points tighter.

A ghost like her, who walks in the Tao, has already become a climate, and even if she comes, she doesn't dare to accept her.

Not far away, the whistling of cars sounded, and I turned around to see whose car could it be besides Lethe's car.

"Someone's coming."

Bai Ling quickly returned to the jade pendant.

I sat down on the ground, looking sluggish, as the car stopped in front of me, and Lethe got out of it.

When she saw that I was covered in blood, she stopped.

I grudgingly squeezed out a smile at her, and then my eyes went black and unconscious.

In the blur, I vaguely felt the cold cotton cloth stained with alcohol wiping the blood on my body.

I seemed to see a face, but it was so vague that I didn't know who.

"You can't die!"

I vaguely heard four words.

Immediately afterward, I passed out completely.

I had a long, long dream, I dreamed of a man, sitting on the bank of the river playing the flute, his black hair was flowing loose, he was wearing black armor, he was covered in blood, I couldn't see his face, but I could feel the sadness in the sound of the flute, this was a general, he fought to the last moment, his soldiers were all dead, the enemy was also dead, he was the only one left in the whole battlefield, this flute seemed to be litigation something.

The sound of the flute is long and long, and the generals of ancient times are different from what modern people think, and the generals are all guys with developed limbs and simple minds.

A good military general is much more difficult than a civilian official, because a truly powerful military general, he must be both wise and brave, not just relying on that weapon to go back and forth in the enemy army.

It's all a lie, a plot that only exists in a novel.

In fact, the general is more in charge of the entire army, to know what the army is, that is the group of the most rebellious people together, if the commander is not capable, he will not be able to manage an army at all, and even his subordinates will not listen to him.

Therefore, if you want to become a general, you must be both civil and military.

The hero is over, and no one knows.

Perhaps, this is the price of being a hero.

Although I don't know who this general is and what he is fighting for, this sense of depression is admirable.

In the end, he collapsed and died by the river, he had suffered too many wounds, some of them had penetrated deep into his internal organs, and it was by his terrible will that he had been able to hold on for so long.

After he fell, his sword did not fall, but stood there, and countless Yin Hong's blood poured into this sword from the corpses in all directions.

"What is this?"

I felt an incredible power.

"Legend has it that the real sword will drink blood, and when its sword kills countless people and is stained with countless blood, it will glow with a kind of demonic nature, will kill madly, and be extremely bloodthirsty."

In the end, the entire sword became extremely red, and the monstrous resentment gathered on this sword, and suddenly thunderclouds rolled between the heavens and the earth.

A thunderbolt slashed down and slashed directly on the sword, and suddenly countless unjust ghosts let out a painful scream, which was a ghost crying wolf howl, which was unbearable.

The sword eventually fell, scorched and blackened, no longer as strange as before.

After a long time, the picture turned, and I saw a man again, walking in the desert with this sword in his hand.

When I dreamed of this, I woke up, when I woke up, I was lying in the hospital, and there was a smell of medicine in my nose, I was weak and couldn't move, a figure next to me sat next to me, she was still as usual, holding a book, looking quietly, Huang Yuangang and Ye Xin were also there, but there was a lot of worry in their eyes.

I coughed, breaking the silence.