The night breeze is hot. It's just slightly cooler now than during the day.

Yang Tianhong couldn't help but shudder, subconsciously clenched his fists, looked around blankly and panickedly, and asked, "Who?" Who's talking to me? ”

It has been more than a month since he came to the mountain, and he cleans the cemetery every day, and he is sure that there is only himself and no one else on this mountain.

As long as you are human, you will be afraid, full of fear of the unknown. This is a perfectly normal reaction.

There was no wind, the moonlight was clear, and large slots of silver were sprinkled. Compared with the daytime, the landscape of the cemetery is like a computer-controlled display of brightness and darkness, which is more gray and deep.

Against the background of deep black and blue, dozens of white shadows appeared.

It's like a photo taken by a crappy photographer in an old-fashioned way, resulting in large and small white spots on the film. At first glance, they are all indistinct spindle shapes with blurred edges. If you look closely, you will see that the white patches are forked at the bottom, like the word "human" with the lower opening closing towards the middle.

Yang Tianhong forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and slowly touched his waist with his right hand.

He carried a dagger. This was entrusted to Chen Long a few days ago. It was originally intended to be used against Zhang Fugui. After all, when you are beaten to despair, it is better to fight hard than to die.

Older people tell scary ghost stories to children. Especially in places like cemeteries, which have always been inseparable from the word "ghost".

These vague white shadows slowly approached Yang Tianhong, surrounding him in the middle.

Despite the horror and horror in his heart, Yang Tianhong remained calm.

He silently counted it, and there were fifteen white shadows in the public.

The way these shadows act should be floating.

They have legs, but they don't walk.

Without wings, it has nothing to do with "flying".

Some shadows drift slowly, while others drift very fast.

Yang Tianhong leaned against a mound overgrown with weeds, and five white shadows surrounded him. Yang Tianhong looked around nervously and found that the five white shadows had a tacit understanding, standing in five equidistant positions. If they are connected by edges, they form an equilateral pentagon.

And ...... for yourself It is located right in the middle of this pentagon.

"Who are you going to kill?" The same question was repeated over and over again. This time, Yang Tianhong was sure that the voice came from the blurry white shadow standing on his left.

No, it's not a question. Yang Tianhong was sure that the other party did not speak, but directly applied the content of the interrogation to his brain in an extremely strange way.

Consciousness connection?

Is this the preferred expression of sorcery or biological evolution?

He clenched his dagger and gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing in fear.

No matter who faces an unknown creature, it's almost the same state.

"You...... Want to kill me? The questioning of doubts was still silent, and it was carried out directly in the form of conscious communication.

Yang Tianhong swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, and asked with difficulty and trembling: "...... Who are you? ”

Before the other party could answer, Yang Tianhong suddenly felt that there was chaos around him.

"The second child of the Wei family, get out of the way and give up your position."

"Why should I give it to you? How old are you? Besides, this kind of good thing is on a first-come, first-served basis. Hey, hey, hey...... If you want to blame yourself, you realize it later, and your movements are slow. ”

"Miss of the Miao family, you can do it, give me this position! In the next life, I will be a cow and a horse, and I will be driven by you. ”

"The surname is Yan, you don't pee and take care of yourself, can you occupy this kind of position? If you don't get out again, I'll tear you up alive. ”

"Zhang Lan, you were crazy on the mountain back then, as long as you were a man, you never let go, and now you are still dead, you are not afraid of being scolded by everyone?"

All of this information is external consciousness, derived from the fifteen white shadows gathered nearby.

"Who the hell are you?" Yang Tianhong pursed his lips and asked with consciousness.

No one paid any attention to him.

The white shadows were still arguing.

"Fifteen years, fifteen years! I finally looked forward to an opportunity, and you took advantage of it...... Wei Xiong, we were good brothers back then, you can't have no conscience and occupy my place! ”

"I've been waiting for thirteen years, and we're two years apart. When you died, I still helped collect and bury you, or you didn't even have a grave bag. It's all like this, are you embarrassed to fight with me? ”

"I've been waiting sixty-seven years! I'm your brother! This is a good opportunity, you just took advantage of it, you are simply disrespectful. ”

"Sixty-seven years is remarkable? I've been waiting for one hundred and twenty-two years. ”

"I've been waiting for more than three hundred and almost four hundred years......"

All kinds of consciousness were noisy, quarrels and confusion, which made Yang Tianhong dizzy.

The fear in my heart has diminished a lot. He had a faint feeling that although the origin of these white shadows was unknown, as far as the current situation came, there was no ill will towards him.

As soon as this thought popped into his mind, Yang Tianhong suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and the surrounding scenery was completely darkened.

It took him three seconds before he finally realized that he was in a completely different and completely unfamiliar environment.

Surrounded by a deep blackness, a ball of light the size of a ping-pong ball hung overhead, illuminating a radius of about five meters.

In front of him stood five people, three men and two women.

They are all fresh faces and wear the same style of clothes. They are all dressed in short clothes with tight cuffs and trouser legs, and each person has a round complement on his chest, and the word "pawn" is eye-catching in white.

The five men were armed with weapons, all spears.

They stood side by side facing Yang Tianhong, holding their spears in their arms, clasping their hands into fists, and saluting Yang Tianhong: "See your lordship." ”

The voice is not very neat, there are men and women, the tone is different, and it sounds quite strange.

My lord?

This special title made Yang Tianhong puzzled.

I am nine years old this year, I have not yet refined qi, and I am just a small role in the mountains, how can I say "adult"?

He fell silent.

As a human being in two lives, Yang Tianhong understands the most basic truth———— don't talk nonsense if you don't understand it. Whether it's a question or an answer. Especially when you don't know what's going on, it's much better to keep your mouth shut than to be reckless.

Suddenly, there was a fever in my chest.

Yang Tianhong subconsciously raised his hand to hold the copper lock hanging on his chest, and while feeling the temperature, there was a kind of hard and heavy grip in his hand.

It was a quaint book.

Thread-bound, dark blue, very thin, and looks like only a few pages.

There is no word on the cover, and it should usually be a large blank space where the title is located, with a black dot the size of a sesame seed at the top. It's like some kind of dirt there, or impurities on the paper itself.

It's not so much a book as a booklet.

Yang Tianhong opened it casually, and the first line of words that caught his eye: Yin soldiers, five people. The first is the captain.

There are exactly five of these strange guys on the other side, are they all Yin soldiers?

Thinking of this, Yang Tianhong subconsciously moved his gaze to his wrist, and then extended, and was surprised to find that the style of clothing had changed, which was basically the same as the five people opposite. The difference is that there is an extra black trim on the cuffs, and the complement on the chest is a dignified subordinate "Wu" character.

A team of five.

From this point of view, he is the captain of the army and the leader of this Yin soldier squad.

Yang Tianhong slowly frowned.

If this is a Yin Soldier squad, it should be including yourself, and there are only five people in total.

Why is there an extra one?

According to the normal army establishment of the Great Han Kingdom, there were only four people under the commander of Wu.

The Yin Soldier should be no exception.

Thinking of this, Yang Tianhong raised his head and scanned back and forth with a scrutinizing gaze on the five people opposite.

From left to right, the middle-aged man standing at the end of the queue has a thin figure, and although his military uniform is also gray and white, it is not like the other four people who have black shoulder armor, no belt, and only a hemp rope. On closer inspection, he saw that he was not holding a spear, but a pitch-black club.

Yang Tianhong stared at this person: "Who are you?" ”

The middle-aged man was obviously a little flustered, and when he asked him like this, he hurriedly put down the stick, fell to his knees with a "plop", and hurriedly explained: "Little Yan Zhi, see Elder Wu." ”

Although he was at a loss in his heart, Yang Tianhong understood the importance of maintaining his aura and majesty at such a time. He looked directly at Yan Zhi, and his words carried a stern tone: "You are not a Yin soldier? ”

Although the complement on Yan Zhi's chest is also a "pawn", the color is much lighter than that of the other four.

He knelt on the ground and did not dare to get up, and stammered to reply, "...... Small...... I beg an adult to take it in. I can do odd jobs...... I can do anything. ”

Yang Tianhong did not answer immediately. He continued to flip through the mysterious booklet in his hand.

Yin soldiers, ten people. The first is long.

Yin soldiers, hundreds of people. The first is the head of the capital.

Yin soldiers, five hundred for the song (five capitals). The first is the military waiting.

Yin soldiers, one out of ten. The first is the captain......

The booklet doesn't contain much, it's all about the military system.

Looking at the booklet that had been turned to the end in his hand, Yang Tianhong was silent.

What exactly is this place?

Am I already dead?

These weird creatures in front of me are obviously not normal human beings, why are they so respectful to me?

There are so many questions and no answers to them.

He took a deep breath and forcibly injected a trace of calm into his swollen brain. Yang Tianhong raised his head and glanced at the people in front of him again: "Tell me your names." ”

The man standing at the head of the team was tall, and he raised his hands and arched towards Yang Tianhong: "In Xia Wang Yifu, see your lord." ”

The man next to him was thinner and looked a little stunted: "Little Wei Xiong, see adults." ”

Down in order, there was a rather obese woman, her voice was very loud, and her voice was loud: "Miao Fengying of the slave family, see the adult." ”

The woman next to her said, "Slave Zhang Lan, see your lord." ”

At the end of the team, it is Yan Zhi.

With this question and answer, Yang Tianhong has been holding the inside page of the booklet that has been opened in his hand, and new handwriting has appeared.

Wang Yifu, a native of Balihe Village, Guoyou County, Dayan, originally worked as a farmer at home, and entered the Yuan Sect in the third year of Tianzheng and became a disciple of the outer hall. Tianzheng twenty-one years, died.

Wei Xiong, born in Honghua Village, Guoyang and County, Chu, his parents are both craftsmen, and he entered the Yuan Sect in the eleventh year of Kaiping and became a disciple of the outer hall. Guangwu three years, died.

Miao Fengying, born in Taiping Village, Liyang County, Han Kingdom, was born as a trader, and entered the Yuan Sect in the twenty-seventh year of Yanghe, as a disciple of the outer hall, and died in the ninth year of Pingrong.

Zhang Lan, born in Baiyang Village, Dongshan County, Great Qin State, was a lowly citizen, Yongchun entered the Yuan Sect in seven years, became a disciple of the outer hall, and died in the seventeenth year of Yongchun.

Yan Zhi, born in Jinping Village, Han Kingdom, was a farmer at home, and entered the Yuan Sect in the sixth year of Tiande, became a disciple of the outer hall, and died in the twenty-ninth year of Tiande.