The moon is dark and the wind is high, and everything is full of sound

Three black shadows appeared like ghosts on the back mountain of Guiyuan Villa.

The back mountain of Guiyuan Villa is only a small hill compared to Luming Mountain. There were no bamboo forests at that time, and it was bare and very desolate. There were mostly places where unclaimed bodies were buried, and it was sparsely populated. Occasionally, a rooster crowed and dog thieves accidentally went up the mountain, and they would actually be lost in the hills that could be seen at a glance. Later, the rumors of ghosts hitting the walls on the mountain spread.

Later, after taking office as head of Guiyuan, Shui Qianqiu surrounded this place, built this Guiyuan Villa, built a row of houses, and planted a large bamboo forest. He also expanded the back mountain to the lakeside of the other courtyard, connecting to the Shuangse Lake, so that no one else could go up the mountain.

Shui Qianqiu built a villa, but let the back mountain grow weeds. He only planted some flowers, plants and trees at the beginning, but no one took care of them later. Over the past few decades, the original barren mountains have become lush and green. At first glance, trees of varying thicknesses are mixed. The yin energy in the forest is extremely strong, and strange sounds often come out. In addition, Shui Qianqiu strictly prohibits anyone from going up the mountain privately, so even the Guiyuan Sect doesn't know what the mountain looks like now.

Three figures stopped at the intersection of the mountain one after another, Liang Shao was in front, Lu Qingyao and Weng Zhongyi stood behind him on the left and right.

"How is it? What's wrong?" Weng Zhong asked Liang Shao.

Liang Shao held his breath and listened quietly for a while. There was nothing different in the forest except for Ye Jiu's crying like a baby.

"The last time I ran into a dead soldier nearby." Liang Shao whispered, bent down and cut off the intertwined branches and leaves, lit a fire break.

The fire of the fire broker was rustling by the cold mountain wind, which made people worry that the flames might be extinguished at any time.

"Master, what are the dead men usually afraid of?"

Weng Zhong pulled Lu Qingyao to prevent her from being stabbed by a tree fork. "I don't know if I am a teacher. The dead soldier has been lost for a long time, and I have only seen it in some ancient books. I didn't expect that Shui Qianqiu is very capable and has revived Guiyuan's unique skills."

"What is a dead soldier?" Lu Qingyao asked.

Liang Shao was always paying attention to the movements around him, and Weng Zhongbing answered her, "The ancient books recorded that the dead soldiers used a secret technique to control people's thoughts, causing people to lose their minds, have no feelings at all, and only listen to the signers. At the same time, the dead soldiers greatly stimulated their potential because they had no consciousness. In layman's terms, they were desperate and extremely cruel."

"Isn't that similar to a puppet?"

"The puppet is still awake, and the puppet uses a Gu. It must have a main body fostering mother Gu, which will also cause certain harm to the person who fosters himself. The dead soldiers don't have so many concerns. Mastering the secret techniques can cultivate a group of dead soldiers."

"Will the dead soldier die?"

"Of course, it's true. The book records that the dead men feed on rotten things, but they eat very little, and one meal a day is enough. But they don't have birth, old age, sickness and death, and they are killed."

"That is to say, they are difficult to deal with, but they are not unable to kill, right?"

"Well, yes. As for what they are afraid of, are they afraid of things without feelings?"

Lu Qingyao knew that it was the first time she heard about the Dead Soldiers. She thought it was the same as training the Shadow Guard, but she didn't expect it to be much more than that.

“So cold.”

I don’t know how long I have been away, but I have probably entered the deep forest. Lu Qingyao felt that the temperature was getting lower and lower, and summer nights are like late autumn.

"Okay, I understand." Lu Qingyao and Liang Shao answered at the same time.

There were nearly a hundred dead soldiers coming from all directions, all of whom were pale, some of them had scabbed blood on their lips, they were ragged and gloomy, and the strange atmosphere at the scene made people feel uncomfortable.

"superior."

With Weng Zhong's order, the three of them rushed up. The group of dead soldiers surrounded them like evil ghosts. The three of them did not dare to be careless and tried their best to kill them.

For a moment, blood and flesh flew everywhere, limbs splashed, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, like a large slaughterhouse, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, another, one by one, another, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, another, one by one, one by one,

This is not a solution. Not to mention whether you can kill them all, the three of you can't afford to spend it alone, and you can't see where so many dead soldiers emerged. No one knows whether there are more dead soldiers behind them.

It's so scary. Even Lu Qingyao, who had fought alone with five major sects, became increasingly nervous. If you can't continue like this, these "people" are desperate. The three of them were injured. Lu Qingyao whistled, Xiao Wu jumped back to her arms, and she shouted, "Old Weng, Liang Shao, let's withdraw."

"How to withdraw?" Liang Shao's eyes were red and he tried his best to find a way out.

"I have a fantasy, try it."

"good."

Weng Zhong, Liang Shao and Lu Qingyao formed a group. Lu Qingyao held two mist bullets in both hands, and threw one at the same time from southeast to northwest to north. The red smoke dissipated and surrounded the three of them in the center.

"Walk."

Weng Zhong took the lead in using his light skills to fly out of the smoke array, Liang Shao and Lu Qingyao followed closely behind. Fortunately, the dead soldiers were covered by fog and suddenly stood still. When the three of them flew out and looked back, they saw that the red smoke in the forest gradually spread thinly, and was pressing down on them, but there was no movement again.
Chapter completed!