The road to immortality started from a blind man in a pharmacy

Chapter 83 83, 84. Dong Tingxue, the little master, he practices Baijin Baixing (big chapter - please subscribe)

In addition to practicing, Song Cheng has been worried about one thing: Are the ghost servants waiting for the opportunity?

Will they first release some relatively weak ghost servants to paralyze Mrs. Zhushan, and then, while Mrs. Zhushan is not paying attention, suddenly send out a wave of "pressing ghost servants under the box" to quickly behead them with the force of wind and thunder, and then destroy the city? Soul refiner.

This is what he would do if he had control over the ghost servants.

However, even if the ghost servant does this, there should be room for flexibility, because his power is definitely not taken into account.

After all, he is so inconspicuous, just a blind man who happens to be in the "form" realm.

This "information gap" is enough to make up for that risk.

But Song Cheng waited and waited.

The ghost servants came less and less.

There were quite a lot of barbarian troops. They circled to three passes at frequent intervals and repeatedly attacked the city.

The two sides piled up their flesh and blood and fought each other.

Mrs. Zhushan sent all the medicine people to the front line, and the residents of Fucheng also provided various help outside the city gate.

With united efforts, the barbarian army was repulsed several times and stopped coming for the time being.

And the "Ghost Servant's Press Box Bottom" that Song Cheng had been waiting for did not appear.

Not only that, but it doesn’t seem like it’s planning to show up anymore.

The ghost servants he and Mrs. Zhushan faced for the first time might have been the ultimate killer of the ghost servants.

Later, Song Cheng thought about it again.

I think it's actually right.

Ghost servants are formed when people who are alone encounter evil spirits.

The strength of these people can be doubled, tripled, or even tripled. Ordinary people can even reach ten times as much.

In the last ghost wave, the "powerful realm" that was alone was killed and it was already the limit.

Therefore, this time, many of the "Shape" realm ghost servants he and Mrs. Zhushan encountered were actually the strongest among the ghost servants.

As for those who are strong in the "form" realm?

These are already people at the level of internal affairs envoys and foreign affairs envoys of big forces. Which one is not a well-informed person, and which one is not sitting in the most yang-rich and most heavily defended city in mankind? How could he be killed by the ghost tide outside?

As for things above the "form" realm, they don't even exist.

Thinking of this, the young man suddenly thought of a terrible thing:

If this time in the fight between Dashang and the Northern Barbarians, a master above the "form" realm died, what would be the result?

What will happen?

Will there be an unknown existence above and beyond the "form" realm?

Will it?

Song Cheng felt solemn in his heart, and he always had a premonition: his premonition would come true.

Therefore, he directly found Mrs. Zhushan.

Seeing that he was a Tongjia man, Madam was no longer indifferent to him.

Madam herself is an indifferent or even heartless person, and indifferent people actually always need sunshine. A girl who has a sense of life, who can cry, laugh, and make trouble, a normal or even ordinary girl, can become this sunshine.

Even if she doesn't admit it, she dotes on Tong Jia like a granddaughter.

Although there may be countless girls like this in the world, who made her only fall in love with Tong Jia?

This was a ray of sunshine that could shine into the coldest part of her heart.

Therefore, when she saw that her partner, who was just a "stranger" to her, took the initiative to visit, she was not angry. She just asked: "Xiao Song, what's the matter?"

Song Cheng got straight to the point and said directly: "Will the grand master of Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, the master of Baituo Village, or people like them die on the battlefield?"

Mrs. Zhushan instantly understood what he meant.

She put her hands in her sleeves, raised her hands slightly on her lower abdomen, dragged her heavy rustic robe for a few steps, and then said: "No one can stop the war.

The battlefield is a place to vent hatred, not a place to reason.

The barbarians massacred people from one of my Hanping prefectures, and there was a blood feud. Which big businessman wouldn't want to skin them and eat their flesh?

The barbarians were affected by the great changes in the north and went south crazily. Those who were killed by my great merchant men in anger were their heroes.

Even if everything you say is right and makes sense, it's still useless.

Which side is going to stop and listen to your bullshit?

What's more, you have to make a sound first so that everyone can sit down and listen to you calmly and rationally.

You have to keep the ghost servants here from causing trouble.

But is it possible?

Building trust is hard, but breaking it may be just a matter of killing someone.

In a tense peace meeting, one assassination is enough to destroy the trust that was finally established and cannot be restored.

All I can do is wait until after the war and use my medicine to let people see the truth of the war.

As long as my medicine is slightly mixed with water, the ghost servant who drinks it will reveal its true form.

But if I want everyone to believe me, I still need to go to many, many places in person. Each of those places has a complicated situation, each one is a place where people's hearts and minds are mixed, and each one is full of the pressure of survival. with hatred.

This is also difficult, but at least it is doable.

But in wartime, it is impossible to do so. "

Song Cheng fell silent.

He suddenly thought of Yun'e.

Thinking of the crazy villagers.

The evil in the human heart, the intertwining of desires, and the terrifying blood-red filling the air.

Is the battlefield also blood red?

If a taboo is formed, it will confuse everyone's heart.

Is it doomed?

Madam Zhushan said again: "Xiao Song, in fact, I have already thought about what you are worried about. Whether it is the master of the hall or the old poisoner, I have clearly told them these principles. If they really encounter a critical moment, even if their subordinates are all dead, they must not die."

"Yeah"

The young man nodded.

What else can be done?

The barbarians besieged the city, and a small group of cavalry and beasts of flying and walking beasts cut across the city, making the cities completely isolated.

And the ghost servants interfered, making the hatred between the two sides deeper and deeper.

Unless someone can go out with a knife, kill gods and Buddhas, and kill all the ghost servants they see, and use powerful force to force everyone to sit down and talk properly.

Otherwise, forget it.

"I'll leave first."

Song Cheng had more respect for Madam Zhushan in his heart.

This woman has mental problems, but what she did is fine.

At the end of summer, the forces of various prefectures in the state city finally went out from all sides, cooperating with Hanping Prefecture, the Six Towns, and the Northern Barbarians to start a massacre.

The battlefield also expanded from the original Hanping Prefecture to more areas.

Bloody battles again and again, leaving behind corpses one after another, and also leaving behind heroic and praiseworthy things again and again.

However, the heroic souls never return to their homeland.

The cold soil swallowed them.

Song Cheng could not care about the things on the battlefield, and he could not care about them. What he could remind and think of, Madam Zhushan had already done the work in advance.

Song Cheng practiced while taking on his own responsibilities.

He helped General Yuan at the East City Pass to defeat a small group of barbarian soldiers, and General Yuan also gained more and more experience, confidence and growth in the battles again and again;

He helped Madam Zhushan to kill the ghost servants. No matter what time, as long as Madam Zhushan called him, he would follow her without saying a word and grab the knife;

When the barbarians raided other city gates, he would often be pulled up in the middle of the night to support, and then eat a steamed bun on the city wall after the battle, and brag with the big-headed soldiers on the city.

He was a bit weathered.

And the people of Hanping Prefecture were accustomed to and accepted him as the "son-in-law of the An family", "Mrs. Zhushan's partner", and "Mr. Song of Shanhe Martial Arts School".

Perhaps compared to him, the one who really stole the show was his wife, Tong Jia.

Mrs. Tong successfully refined the elixir to cure the poison and saved the son of Shi Neiwushi, and was regarded as a benefactor by him.

And the reputation of "Little Master" suddenly spread everywhere.

As everyone knows, Tong Jia is the only disciple of "Madam Zhushan", and the power of Zhushan Temple is actually passed down from generation to generation. Tong Jia, the "only child", also got this title by accident.

Madam Zhushan hates men and is unwilling to treat men, but she did not ask Tong Niangzi to do so.

For a time, the An Mansion was crowded with people.

But because Tong Niangzi still had to learn medical skills and practice swordsmanship, she only spent one or two hours a day to see patients.

But even so.

In the martial arts world, she was already known as the little temple master.

In the city, she was Tong the Divine Doctor.

Because of the Divine Doctor, Tong Jia slowly saw some problems with Miss An.

Tong Jia found an opportunity and proposed to sleep together.

If it was the beginning, the three might still be a little hesitant.

But this time, Miss An did not refuse.

Why?

It's just that they are apart more often than they are together.

Tong Jia might have to stay up all night to refine pills, because some pills take a very long time to refine;

Song Cheng might have to guard the city all night or accompany Mrs. Zhushan to kill the ghost servants who come to attack;

An Chenyu is even busier, she is a businessman. He saw the power and opportunities of the An family in the capital city, and also noticed the change in his man's thinking. So, her plan of "migration to the south" has temporarily become a record. After the bonus of "Zhushanguan Channel", she took the opportunity to expand and annexed many forces, restaurants, and wineries in business.

She did not let go of any upstream and downstream industries related to grain.

In this case, it is not uncommon for her to lie down on the table directly when she is tired and tired after being busy all night.

In this way, if it is unfortunate, the three of them usually don't see each other for several days.

Therefore, the "three people sleeping together" thing is quite happy.

This night, it was already autumn, and the three of them lay on the same bed for the first time.

The novel attempt gave the old couple a new interest.

There was no shyness at first, but because there were three of them, it was created again.

After a brief period of reserve, the style began to "distort".

"Sister An, your legs are so tender."

It is hard to imagine that this was said by Tong Niangzi.

"How can a little beauty like you be light?"

Miss An was not willing to be outdone. Although Tong Niangzi's legs were indeed not as white as hers, she still found a tricky angle and said, "Xiao Song likes you on top, but he dislikes me."

The two women were separated by Song Cheng.

Song Cheng saw the two women talking, turned over, and hugged one.

The night was burning with screams.

It was a long time

It was over.

Song Cheng held Tong Niangzi with his left hand and Miss An with his right hand.

The two women were tall and petite, and they were cicadas on both sides.

Ms. Tong Niangzi couldn't help but nudge Song Cheng and said, "Xiao Song, help Sister An adjust her body, just like you helped me to clear the blockage."

Song Cheng was stunned.

Tong Jia's medical skills have improved significantly now. Does her words mean that An Chenyu has a serious hidden illness?

Just as he was thinking about it, on the other side, An Chenyu lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Sister Jia'er must have noticed.

Yes, there was something wrong with my body.

When I first noticed it, I thought it was caused by depression in Anjia as a child, my body was thin, and my bones were weak.

Later, I also tried every means to practice, hoping to strengthen my body, but after barely practicing a little strength, I couldn't make any progress.

After becoming the president of the Ruyi Chamber of Commerce, I looked for doctors from all walks of life, took the initiative to explain the situation, wanted treatment, and wanted to see if there was any way, but the answer I finally found was that my innate vitality was damaged.

In other words, I was injured when I was still in the womb.

I later found out that it was my aunt who had taken action against my mother. She secretly drugged her and tried to get my mother to have an abortion. Although it failed, I was born with damage. "

The eldest lady came closer, put her hands on Song Cheng's cheeks, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Xiao Song, what's the big deal?

The doctor said that although it was congenitally damaged, it tastes delicious and there is still no problem in living decades older.

After so many years, it's enough. I can be a good head of the household, a wife, and a mother. I'm very happy. "

Lady Tong suddenly said: "Sister An, how do you know if you don't try? The teacher is very powerful. If the innate vitality is insufficient, it may not be able to be supplemented by acquired medicine. What's more, I, a doctor, will check your pulse every day and keep an eye on you."

Song Chengdao: "Jia'er is right, Sister An, don't give up on your own. Jia'er will nurse you back, and I will clear your body. No matter how busy you are every day, you have to come back and eat on time. You are not allowed to stay up late, and you have to practice."

Miss An was stunned for a moment, buried her head in the boy's arms, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I will listen to you."

Facts have proved that when the three of them sleep together, the pillow talk that was already tired of them becomes richer.

Originally, Song Cheng would only talk to Miss An about "relocation, development, and external situations" and flirt with Miss Tong.

But now, the topics suddenly changed.

Moreover, the mode of pillow talk has changed from "Song Cheng and two women" to "between two women".

Song Cheng liked listening to the two women chatting with each other. He listened and occasionally interjected a few words.

This atmosphere made him feel unspeakably warm and at ease.

The two women talked about a wide range of topics.

for a while,

Miss An would ask Lady Tong how to take care of her body and how to make it bigger.

Lady Tong smiled and said, "Sister An is already very big."

An Chenyu would retort, "Not as big as you."

The two women would whisper and let Song Cheng be the referee.

for a while,

Miss An said that a large medical clinic could be built and repaired in a few days, and specially used for young ladies.

But Tong Niangzi refused, on the grounds that the teacher and her husband were paired together and had to be in An's house at all times, and it was not appropriate for her to go to the hospital if she wanted to study.

She is still the teacher's student, and her main job is to learn medical skills and alchemy.

for a while,

The two women talked about who would give birth to the child.

Both women have actually thought about this matter.

Being married to your husband but not pregnant is not a good thing in the eyes of others.

And these days, if a woman was as big as An Chenyu, she would have given birth long ago.

Tong Jia, being younger, is naturally fine.

After chatting, Tong Jia complained, saying that she was obsessed with practicing medicine and studying medicine, and was extremely busy every day. How could she have time to stop for a year and a half to give birth to a child?

Although An Chenyu is also busy, these days, she has begun to slowly let go.

Zhao Hua grabbed Mr. An, who "had already lost his head and called Zhao Hua his eldest brother" and pushed him up.

In addition, there are some tribesmen who are close to Anjia and Anchenyu and have some abilities.

Delegating power gives An Chenyu more time.

As a result, she became a little medicine person. Every morning, she would take the tonic potion that the young lady cooked for her. In the evening, she would go home early and practice the prerequisite technique of "Fliu Jin", "Fliu Dao". 》; At night, she would lie on the couch and let Xiao Song ride on her to help her relax.

Song Cheng is a "monster" who has cultivated the "Jin Realm" to the ultimate level and mastered the "Xuanwu Body".

He has a thorough understanding of the flesh and blood structure of the human body, as well as the ups and downs of strength.

He can practice without moving physically, but with energy flowing inside.

To be honest

Anyone, even a fool, as long as he takes the "Blood Dew Pill" to assist in cultivation, and then accepts Song Cheng's long-term palm push and squeeze every night, then this person can basically "punch at will, and it will be fine" You can improve your cultivation very quickly, much faster than the genius monsters in this realm."

Tong Niangzi is this person.

An Chenyu is now too.

every night,

Song Chengdu would let Miss An lie down after she practiced, and then stroke her flesh with his fingers. Manually help her practice and help her get through certain bottlenecks.

He swayed freely, and Miss An would sometimes endure the pain, but after the pain passed, she felt as if her body was smooth and as light as a swallow.

Tong Jia and Song Cheng, one uses medicine to treat Miss An from the inside, and the other uses extremely rich cultivation skills to assist from the outside.

With the help of her good sisters and husband, An Chenyu really feels that her health is getting better and she is full of energy every day.

Innate vitality is insufficient, and it is difficult for the "miraculous doctor" and "Xiao Song" to cooperate.

Although the Northland is a battlefield and the city is under siege, some things seem to be destined and difficult to change.

But this little home is not included.

Anchenyu's "congenital deficiencies" are not destined.

She is recovering.

Everything in this little family is getting better.

The two women chatted about the children for a long time.

Song Cheng also wanted to have children.

However, he didn't push it.

No matter who he says he wants to have a child with, he will put a lot of pressure on the other person.

Therefore, he will just wait quietly.

One night, the young lady was refining elixirs.

An Chenyu and her man were lying on the cave, and she finally made a decision.

"Xiao Song, when the situation outside stabilizes a little, I will give birth to your child."

The eldest lady, I want to be Mrs. Song.

“I just don’t know if it will hinder your cultivation?

I heard that warriors need to be focused on everything. If you have more children to worry about, will you be affected?

I heard others say that you have entered the form state. If you can enter it at your age, you must be a genius.

Others say that you are from a big family in the Central Plains, but you have just lost your memory, because the Xingjing exercises are only available to some big forces or hidden forces. They are very precious and you cannot learn them for no reason.

So if your memory is restored, will you regret it? "

The eldest lady is more and more worried about Mr. Song because she wants to be Mrs. Song.

She knew that in these troubled times, the stronger Song Cheng was, the more stable the family would be.

She also knew that the background and cause and effect of a "martial arts demon" like Song Cheng, who had terrible qualifications, lost his memory, and was blind, were most likely to be very big, too big for her small family in the city to bear. .

She was afraid that everything she was experiencing was a dream.

If Song Cheng recovers her memory, then what she has experienced may be like a mirror, all in vain.

Only then did Song Cheng realize that he had hidden too many things from Miss An.

So he laughed.

If it were a young lady, she would have hit him with her fists by now, and then she would have let her small body stand down from a high position, looking down at the young man and saying "Be honest".

But Miss An looked at him nervously and worriedly, her lips quivered, and she asked: "Has your memory recovered?"

Song Cheng smiled and said: "Sister An must have heard the news that I am from a big family in the Central Plains, right?"

"Shanhe Martial Arts School, Foreign Affairs Minister Hong." Miss An directly reported the source of the information.

"Then Sister An, remember to keep it a secret from me." Song Cheng came closer and pressed against her ear. The hair tickled him, and Miss An also felt itchy when he was angry.

Song Chengdao: "There is no such thing as a big family, and there is no so-called loss of memory. There are always people in the world who can learn by themselves without a teacher and make great progress. After all this time, Sister An still doesn't understand me?"

I am a person without a past. All the past experiences I have experienced have been with Tong Niangzi and Sister An. "

"real?"

"If I lie to Sister An, I will be struck by lightning."

Before the curse was finished, Miss An directly covered his mouth.

Her apricot eyes were warm and brimming with autumn water, looking at him tenderly.

Miss An buried her head in his arms and said softly: "The situation is stable now. We don't need to escape. I will give birth to your child and be Mrs. Song."

Their dimples were hot, and their long legs were subconsciously clinging to them. Although they were still practicing, both of them were extremely immersed in it, as if that day had already arrived.

for a long time.

calm.

A topic that had never appeared before finally came up in the darkness.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?"

"like it all."

"What about the name?

What would you call a boy if you gave birth to a girl? "

Song Cheng looked at the courtyard.

At this time, autumn has gone, and the light snow of early winter is falling all over the courtyard.

His keen sense of smell allowed him to smell the cold fragrance getting through the cracks.

There are plum blossoms in the courtyard, a tea house, and the left and right wing rooms where Ying'er and Ling'er live, and there are the most important memories since he time traveled.

The courtyard is warm, beautiful and peaceful. No matter how many chores there are outside, as long as he comes to this magical courtyard, they will calm down and his heart will be peaceful.

"Call Ating."

"Song Ting?"

"No, the court of the courtyard, the court of the family."

"Song Ting."

"Well, Song Ting, Ating."

A strange name, a person who doesn't exist in this world yet, has already made the two of them look forward to it.

And for a long time,

An Chenyu suddenly looked at Song Cheng and said: "Xiao Song, tell me honestly, what is your strength?

Every time you tell me the truth, I'm surprised.

But every time, I find that although you know everything, you don’t know everything. "

"Tell me! What is your strength?"

Miss An put her hands on Song Cheng's waist, and her tone was a little more coquettish and arrogant like a little girl, "I even doubt that you are a being above the realm.

Isn’t that a state of anger?

If the form is perfect, it can become the true aura that protects the body.

With another breakthrough, the airflow is released, killing people with a snap of a finger and capturing objects in the air.

Perfection can even transform the phantom outside the body. "

With the existence of such a well-informed person as Mrs. Zhushan, Song Cheng and the other three have long understood the existence and manifestation of "qi realm". What's more, Song Cheng himself had seen Shanhe when he was supporting Beichengmen. The second elder who stayed behind in the martial arts school used his energy to kill the enemy.

He had estimated that the second elder's anger would not be able to break through his defense.

Even if he stood with his eyes closed and his legs crossed, and allowed the second elder to attack with all his strength, the second elder probably wouldn't be able to hurt him at all.

But what state is he in?

Song Cheng glanced at the panel:

[Name: Song Cheng]

[Talent: Immortality]

[Added points: 781 points]

[Realm: Yellow Level B]

【Gong method】

Xuanwu True Form (Nine Forms) (Perfect)

Xuanwu body (perfect)

【Skill】

The Four Forms of Xuanwu (Yellow Grade B) (Sword and Shield) (Form 1 Shadowless, Form 2 Jiaoshan, Form 3 Immovable, Form 4 Nightmare) (Perfect)

Pear Blossom Thousand Hands (Yellow Grade B) (Perfect)

[Viewing Ideas on the Silent Tower]

The eighth level of trickery: Black Sky (0/0)

【Taboo】

1. The blessing of the drowned ghost

2. The spying of the human skin ghost

He grew up in a low-key manner for half a year. From summer to winter, he did not cause trouble, did not fight for fame, did not seek dominance, did not fight harshly, and was polite to everyone. Even if he went to the street to eat noodles, he would still smile with the noodle shop owner. Say a few words, "The noodles are so delicious this year."

And in the past six months, he has taken almost every means he could think of to quietly become stronger.

He deduced the four forces of "black cat, wild bear, whale cry, and split" to the four shapes, and evolved the nine-shape "Xuanwu True Form"

He was out of his body and made up for the "Shape of a Snake in the Sea of ​​Grass" by Baituozhuang. He also secretly learned the "Shape of the Old Ape Moves the Mountain" by Shanhe Martial Arts School, and integrated it with "Shape of a Whale Swallowing the Sea" by Zhushan Temple. In the "gangqi power system" all over the body.

Although it has not reached the level of the ultimate "Xuanwu Body" of the "Strength Power System", it has reached a level that others can hardly imagine.

As for the "Four Xuanwu Styles", they were learned as the number of forms increased.

"Pear Blossom Thousand Hands" was slowly deduced by Song Cheng from the ordinary yellow-level D-level skill "Pear Blossom Flying Needle", first "Heavy Rain Pear Blossom" and then this "Pear Blossom Thousand Hands".

And his strength has also changed from "189~378" five months ago to "240~480".

In addition, he has "781" points to spare.

After that, it is to "increase the probability of deducing the yellow-level first-grade exercises", "to read the gang-suppressing exercises of Shanhe Martial Arts Hall and Baituo Village", and "to refer to as many form and realm exercises as possible to make "Xuanwu" "Nine Forms" reaches the ultimate like "Xuanwu Body".

The 781 spare points are enough for him to reach perfection quickly once he improves.

"What realm? Tell me, tell me."

Miss An became unruly and arrogant when she first met her.

Song Cheng said ashamedly: "Sister An, it's really the shape."

"oh"

Miss An breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "It seems that you are not evil enough."

Song Cheng said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, what Sister An taught me is that the boy still needs to be humble and learn, and he will not be arrogant and complacent."

"You're such a talker." Miss An gave him a gouging look and said harshly: "Tell me honestly, what realm you are in. I always feel that you are more than just your physical realm."

Song Cheng thought for a while and said, "Sister An, everyone else is just one person, one form, right?"

Miss An pondered: "As far as I know, there are also two-power and three-power ones, but there are fewer two-shaped ones."

Song Cheng said calmly: "I practice Baijin and Baixing."

Miss An:? ? ? ? ? ?

Song Cheng raised his hand and used his strength to reach two fingers.

The two fingers suddenly became dark, but it was not a lifeless or clumsy kind of darkness, but a broad darkness like clouds floating in the night sky, which was reminiscent of the fingers of gods and Buddhas standing in the mountains and clouds.

These two fingers have Xuanwu Baijin inside and nine gangs wrapped around them outside.

Putting his fingers together, it was already better than any weapon Song Cheng had seen, not even the machine knife could compare with it.

Therefore, at this moment, he is not holding a sword or a shield, but his strength data is still "240~480".

Because his two fingers are swords and his palms are shields.

Of course, there is still a consumption problem, so it is better to get a pair of weapons if you can. However, if the enemy works hard to knock the weapons away or smash them, they will find that Song Cheng is more powerful without weapons. .

Of course, Miss An couldn't understand what it meant, but she gently stroked those fingers and looked at the color like the night sky. She suddenly laughed, smiled and said: "My man is really useful."

Song Cheng put away his strength, hugged the future mother of his child named "Ating", and fell asleep slowly.

Outside the window, layer after layer of snow fell.

On the front line, the battle situation has stabilized.

Winter comes and the snow falls.

Both sides want to call a truce.

Because both parties noticed that the weird and cold feeling began to appear again.

The royal family consists of the Divine Weapon Hall and the Star Observation Tower, so there is a deep study of the stars.

The royal family once explained the seasons.

They said, "After winter, the human world is farthest from the sun and closest to the lunar, so it is cold; after summer, the human world is closest to the sun and farthest from the lunar, so it is warm. Spring and Autumn are just the cycle between winter and summer."

This may have been nothing in previous years.

But at the beginning of this year, the ghost wave appeared on an unprecedented scale and lasted for nearly forty days!

What about this winter?

What will happen in winter today?

Many times, both the merchant army and the northern barbarians would stand by the battlefield where corpses were strewn, feeling terrified and terrified.

The soil where countless corpses are buried seems to be floating with a gloomy haze, and the black smoke is burning like twisted water plants and the long floating hair of the drowned.

The heroic spirit does not return to its homeland, but becomes an evil ghost.

This soil is no longer normal.

Both sides finally decided it would be better to talk.

The negotiation location was located at the junction of the battlefields between the two sides - Luyu Mountain.