However, without waiting for Zhang Jingxu to ask, he was confused at this moment.

I saw the old man laughing wildly again, obviously already excited, and said loudly: "Yes, this is the oath of the human race." Generous and tragic, fearless of life and death. Even if we are mortal people, we have a fire to burn......"

He subconsciously waved his hand, as if he was holding the knife in his hand, and said loudly: "Along the way, we kept reciting the oath of the human race, and every day we used our own knives to cut our fingers and stain blood. ”

"All the way north, without stopping. Everywhere I went to a county, there were new soldiers coming in, first the entire Dongmeng County, then the Beihe County in the north, then the Taihang County, and then the Xingxi County......"

"Tens of thousands of soldiers continued to join, and finally gathered into an incomparably large army. We roared our vows every day, and our voices shook even the heavens and the earth. ”

"Gradually, some of us started to glow on our knives."

"Gradually, some of us are on fire."

"And as the march progressed, more and more soldiers learned the art of fire, and at this time, the second order was issued."

When the old man said this, he took a deep breath, and there was a deep sadness on his face, and there seemed to be a deep fear in the tragedy.

He suddenly gritted his teeth, roared viciously, and said, "After the second order was issued, we finally knew what kind of big battle we were going to fight. It turns out that it is a fierce ghost, and it turns out that there are countless fierce ghosts in this world. ”

"Every once in a while, these fierce ghosts will form a ghost tide to impact the world, and if we don't destroy them, our human race will be finished."

"And the old people in the family, the nursing children, the daughters-in-law who work hard, and the wives who look forward to the return of their husbands......"

"If we can't stop the ghost tide, they will all die, they are the relatives of each of our soldiers, and they will die a tragic death because of our defeat in the Great War."

"So after this second order was given, the soldiers overcame their fear in a very short time."

"What about the ghosts?"

"We want to protect our loved ones......"

When the old man said this, there were tears in his eyes.

Zhang Jingxu took a hard breath and said softly: "The next story should be in the middle of the war, right?" ”

"Yes, in the middle of the war!"

The old man nodded, but his expression was a little strange, he was obviously caught up in memory again, and his face was pale for a while and flushed for a while.

After a long time, he finally spoke again, but his voice was very low, as if he was inexplicably depressed.

"It's a strange forbidden place, and it's said to have existed for a long, long time."

"It's scary, the boundless fog obscures the sky, even in the daytime, but it's dark and cold."

"Everywhere there are ghosts crying and wolves howling."

"A biting gust of wind."

"And when the hundreds of thousands of fierce ghosts rushed out, the horn of the Terran army also sounded."

"At that moment, we were actually afraid in our hearts."

"But when we think of our relatives at home, and when we think of the child soldiers in the army who are not yet minors......"

When the old man said this, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he roared, his voice was tragic, and said, "You can't let your relatives die, you can't let the doll die." If we really want to die, we older ones will die first. ”

"When a middle-aged soldier ignited the fire of life, laughed wildly and waved his knife and rushed towards the fierce ghost, as if a little flame ignited the heavens and the earth, countless of our middle-aged soldiers raised their knives at the same time."

"Between the whole heaven and earth, the oath of the human race sounded, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers lit the fire of life and charged forward without hesitation......"

"Burn, burn, burn!"

"Only burn!"

"The fire of life was burned, and the comrades fell, but the successors were undaunted, and continued to charge."

"Our mortal fire is so humble, but the humble fire of our hundreds of thousands of mortals has burned through the boundless mist that covers the sky and the sun."

"We actually won ......"

"We actually won ......"

"With the body of a mortal, it is so difficult to win against fierce ghosts, and there are many fallen comrades."

The old man's voice grew deeper, as if he had dried his tears.

Zhang Jingxu was in a low mood, and took a difficult breath, and after a long time, he spoke softly: "Is there anything else?" The story should be endless......"

The old man nodded and muttered, "Yes, the story is not over. ”

Suddenly, he glanced at Zhang Jingxu, his eyes seemed to have some deep meaning, and said: "But the next story, the old man wants to skip over and not talk about it, wait until everything about me is finished, and then talk about this story at the end." ”

Zhang Jingxu was stunned, and her brows furrowed slightly.

The next part of the story skips over and doesn't tell?

Confusion rose in his heart, and he couldn't guess what the old man meant, but he respected the old man's decision, nodded and said, "Say whatever you want." But no matter what you say, there has to be an understanding of the coffin......"

The old man smiled, his expression was very strange, and said, "Okay, you should have an understanding." ”

His voice began to grow low, and he slowly began to tell the story again, but it was obvious that the story did skip a long paragraph.

"After the war, the soldiers retired, the old man came back alive, and his son came back alive."

"Alas!"

"Actually, it's better to die."

"Because my son was a child soldier at the time, he was protected by a middle-aged soldier, and although he joined our forward camp, he only lost a leg in the big battle."

"I cut off his leg with my own hands."

"What a sad thing it is to cut off your son's leg with her own hands. But if you don't cut it, you can't do it, that leg is contaminated with ghost energy. ”

"I lost my leg, saved my life, and after returning alive, the county government gave me a job to make a living, and I worked as a boatman at the ferry outside the city."

Zhang Jingxu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly interrupted and asked, "Your son has to help him cut off one of his legs because he is contaminated with ghost energy, so what about you?" Are you unharmed? ”

The old man is silent!

Zhang Jingxu took a deep breath and asked solemnly: "A protected child soldier will still be contaminated with ghost qi on the battlefield, so a soldier like you who is at the forefront of the charge, I'm afraid there will be even more ghost qi......

"Not bad, a lot!" The old man finally spoke, like a roar in his throat.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes were a little fierce, and said, "After returning from the battlefield alive, the old man gradually noticed that something was wrong. I found that I was less and less like a living person, and I was slowly transforming into a ghost......"

Finally this is the point!

Zhang Jing's heart was awe-inspiring, and he said solemnly: "It has been fifteen years since the big war back then, and you have found that your situation has been so long, and you have not become a ghost from beginning to end...... Zhang wants to ask, you shouldn't have a lot of merit and can be suppressed all the time. ”

The old man sighed, nodded slowly, and said, "The old man used another method. ”

And so it was.

Zhang Jingxu's eyes were cold, and he asked in a deep voice, "What way?" ”

After asking, without waiting for the old man to answer, he directly raised his hand and pointed to the coffin, and said, "Are you borrowing this coffin?" Performed some kind of life-killing technique. ”

Although he asked this question, he was even very sure in his heart, but he really didn't want to hear it, and the old man would give the answer he expected.

What is sad is that the old man nodded again, and said in a low voice: "Yes, it's this coffin." The old man used it as a tool to perform a life-killing technique. ”

Zhang Jingxu suddenly roared and said, "Whose life are you taking?" ”

Almost at the same time as he roared, he had already taken the immortal stone on the coffin in his hand, and the light of merit on his body appeared, and the immortal stone suddenly thundered.

However, the old man seemed to be undaunted, and instead laughed strangely in his throat.

Between the laughter and 'ho ho', he stretched out his hand tremblingly, gently stroked the coffin and said, "Zhang Zhutou, you have asked me so many questions, and the old man has always answered truthfully, without the slightest resistance. Now the old man wants to ask the other way, if I have a question, would you like to answer it? ”

Zhang Jingxu was slightly stunned, then looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "If you have any questions, let you ask." Although Zhang is not a gentleman, he is not enough to coax an old man. If I can answer your question, then Zhang will definitely answer it solemnly. ”

The old man smiled again, nodded and said, "Okay, good, that's good." In that case, the old man has to ask. ”

Zhang Jingxu's dark color was even more solemn, and he said, "You ask." ”

saw the old man trembling and stroking the coffin, and said in a low tone: "The first question, is the fortune telling of the dying person's fortune?" If I take the lives of those who are dying, will I have violated the laws of the court......"

Without waiting for Zhang Jingxu to answer, he followed and said: "The second question, should I repay the kindness of others?" If someone has received a great favor from the old man, should he repay me? ”

Still didn't wait for Zhang Jingxu to answer, and asked again: "The third question, after the old man took people's lives, if he didn't use it for himself, then, will Zhang Zhutou let me go?" ”

asked three times in a row, all of them were bizarre.

Zhang Jingxu's brows furrowed.

He vaguely felt that these three questions seemed to be asking him, but in fact, the old man was hinting at something to him......

But why hint at it?

Zhang Jingxu exhaled lightly, stared straight at the old man, and said in a deep voice: "The question is difficult to answer, it is better to say it clearly." ”

After a slight pause, he said with a solemn face: "Uncle Liu, I can't hide it, Zhang came here today, I'm afraid I won't be able to let you go." The art of killing is strange and haunting, since you have used this evil art, you are an evil person in the eyes of Zhang. ”

But when he saw the old man suddenly raise his head, he laughed and said, "Okay, good, really good." Sure enough, it's still that Zhang Jingxu, and it's really still the bad temper that is jealous and hateful. But Brother Zhang, don't you really remember the old man? ”

"Or, because you have received too much grace to repay, you have become a vengeful since ancient times, so you choose to kill me?

"Even if you don't just want to kill me, you want to kill them, hahahaha, isn't it......"

The old man seemed to be laughing loudly, and his face was extremely sad.

Zhang Jingxu looked shocked, and his hands and feet were stiff and stood on the spot.

This old man, know him?

Subconsciously, he remembered what the old man had just said:

"There is a story in the war, skip it for the time being and talk about it at the end......"

And that story, I'm afraid there is him.

……

...... [Author]: The second chapter is here, and the number of words updated today is beyond the limit, alas.