Only the snowflakes on Burial Mountain were as big as a mat, blowing down the loess platform.
The city gate of Chaoge outside the mountain is broken, and the night strings are no longer heard for fifty miles; the eight hundred princes are safe now, who is crying in Lingshan again?
Woohoo——
A low cry of mourning came from the wind and snow under the night.
One by one, ferocious and terrifying ghost figures emerged from the wind and snow in the distance, rushing towards the spiritual mountain where eight hundred princes once worshiped.
But the Lingshan Mountain is no longer there, only the mountain tombs and tombs are high and steep.
…
Buried in Shannan.
In that ancient city that was being submerged by the wind and snow, all the doors and windows of every house were closed, and there were no stars of fire. There was not a single person in the huge city, but strange cries of mourning sounded from all sides, penetrating the raging wind and snow, and reaching everyone.
In a personal dream.
At this moment, in the snowy night with mourning everywhere, almost everyone sat up from their dreams.
That weird mourning——
The sound reached their ears clearly, and their faces instantly turned pale.
It, they, come again...
Those round eyes were full of fear.
On the mottled city wall, the defenders not only heard strange cries, but also saw ferocious ghost figures wrapped in linen. Their faces instantly turned pale, and they stared with extremely frightened eyes.
"Evil ghost——"
A young veteran shouted in despair, turned around and ran wildly, "It, they, are coming again..."
The ferocious ghost figures wrapped in linen climbed up the city wall with the raging wind and snow, and emitted weird cries of mourning. The soldiers on the city wall turned into pieces of human skin, fluttering in the wind and snow.
Get up and quickly disappear into the night.
Puff——
Spears fell one after another in the wind and snow...
…
Outside the ancient city.
An old ox cart came slowly from the east in the wind and snow, its worn wheels squeaking on the snow.
"Sir, there are evil spirits looking for food."
Sitting on the shaft on the left side of the oxcart was a thin old man wrapped in a raincoat and a hat. When he saw the evil ghosts that swept into the city in search of food in the wind and snow, he suddenly became furious.
"I'm going to kill them!"
Before the old man could respond from inside the car, he pulled out a hatchet from under the shaft of the car and hurried towards the ancient city.
At this time, an elegant middle-aged man stepped out of the oxcart. He was holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand and walking in the wind and snow with his hands behind his back, his brows gradually frowning.
The evil ghost is wearing sackcloth and crying in mourning?
The middle-aged man was a little surprised. He soon discovered that the evil ghost was not just looking for food. It seemed that it was just a matter of convenience.
They will eventually run towards the dark mountains behind the ancient city.
The mausoleums and tombs in the dark mountains are intertwined with each other. There are loess tombs everywhere, but there is no place for cows to lie down. There are more bones than soil in the ground. Some tombs are often several feet high and dozens of feet in circumference. They stand like hills.
It has gone through many vicissitudes of life, but it still retains its domineering spirit.
At the foot of the mountain, evil ghosts wearing hemp knelt down and cried, and their strange cries echoed through the night.
This scene shocked the middle-aged man.
"This mountain..."
He frowned and looked at the dark mountain, pondered for a moment, then stepped up into the sky step by step.
But in the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man stepped up to a thousand meters high in the wind and snow. When he looked down, he saw evil ghosts in hemp, coming from all directions in the wind and snow at night, kneeling respectfully and kowtow before the funeral.
Weeping at the foot of the mountain.
The gloomy ghostly atmosphere shrouds the dark mountain, making people feel like they are in a hellish hell.
Also, that strange mourning cry penetrated the wind and snow, resounded through the night, and seemed to have traveled through time and space, calling for something.
"Sir, there are too many evil spirits."
An anxious sound of heavy breathing came from the city below.
The middle-aged man glanced down, then let go of the bamboo slip in his hand and let it fall, and walked back to the original place step by step.
The bamboo slips slowly opened while falling.
A sound of reading full of charm, accompanied by a mighty and awe-inspiring aura, suddenly sounded from the sky and the earth.
Streams of awe-inspiring white light emitted from the bamboo slips and fell into the city.
Sizzling——
Each of the ferocious and terrifying evil spirits seemed to be burned by raging fire, turning into wisps of blue smoke.
Within a few breaths, all the evil ghosts in the city were wiped out, but it also angered the evil ghosts around them.
"Sir, these evil spirits...why are they all wearing sackcloth and crying in mourning?" The old man in the coir raincoat came out of the city and asked in shock while watching the surroundings vigilantly.
The middle-aged man shook his head, his eyes fell on the dark mountain again, and his face became solemn.
The mountain is dark, strange, and has a heart-stopping aura.
"Sir, what's wrong?" the old man in coir raincoat asked doubtfully.
"I'm afraid there's something terrible happening in the mountains..."
The middle-aged man suddenly took a step forward, and it seemed to turn into a majestic mountain, lying between the ancient city and the dark mountain, blocking the evil ghosts from the mountain.
"What a disaster?!"
The expression on the old man's coir raincoat changed drastically. He held the hatchet tightly and chased after her, his expression becoming extremely solemn.
Once the evil comes out, the bare ground will be thousands of miles away, and not even a blade of grass will grow!
The middle-aged man frowned, looked at the surrounding terrain, pointed to a relatively flat valley mouth at the foot of the mountain, and said, "Build the academy here."
"Sir, are you sure it's here?" the old man in coir raincoat asked, stunned for a moment.
"Come on the flag!"
But at this moment, the middle-aged man's expression changed and he shouted suddenly.
Rumble——
Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in the night sky, causing violent tremors.
A large flag emitting white light, carrying a mighty aura, was flying through the layers of clouds and mist.
"Put up the flag!"
The flagpole fell from the night sky and stood right at the mouth of the valley.
"Spread the flag!"
The rolled flag suddenly unfolded as if facing a strong wind.
In an instant, countless white lights burst out from the flag, like stars in the sky, illuminating the dark night sky for dozens of miles in radius, shrouding the ancient city.
Wherever the white light reaches, all evil ghosts will be wiped out.
"Ouch——"
The great evil hidden in the mountains couldn't help roaring angrily when he saw the star flag unfolding in the wind, staring at the middle-aged man with cold evil eyes.
It's a pity that the light from the Star Flag cannot shine into the dark mountains.
"Sir, there may be some beggars hiding in the abandoned tombs and tombs in the mountains who are collecting sacrifices to satisfy their hunger..." The old man in the coir raincoat finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the star flag unfolding, and then looked at the dark mountain with some worry.
The middle-aged man nodded, pondered for a moment, and then walked towards the dark mountain.
"You stay and guard the Star Flag."
Just as the old man in coir raincoat followed him, a middle-aged man's voice came from the front.
"promise--"
The old man in coir raincoat answered.
…
In the mountains.
It was pitch black and filled with a strong and strange aura.
When the middle-aged man stepped into the dark mountains, the strange mourning that had been ringing in his ears seemed to become a little different.
He frowned and couldn't help but listen carefully.
That strange mourning seems to have turned into an ancient and sad call, traveling through layers of time and space, directly ringing in the depths of people's souls.
"...The water of the Zhanzhan River is covered with maples. The eyes are so far away that it hurts the heart of spring. The soul has gone and returned, mourning me, the great merchant..."
Deep in the mountains.
In the black burial palace, inside an ancient bronze coffin that had been buried for an unknown number of years, lay a young man who had been dead for an unknown number of years.
There were two tears streaming down his pale and bloodless face, and his expression was deeply sad.
At some point, he slowly opened his eyes, pushed open the coffin lid with both hands, and walked out of the black burial palace...