But when Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing looked back, they did not see the same funeral scene as yesterday.
The two of them relaxed slightly.
"You must have heard wrong!" Zhou Zijing comforted Wu Dazhi and said that indeed both of them were too nervous now. What they were most afraid of at this time was being intimidated.
"Yes!" Wu Dazhi nodded, but he knew in his heart that he had definitely heard correctly, that was the mournful music of a funeral, but Zhou Zijing had already been made a little nervous by himself, and he didn't want to worry Zhou Zijing anymore, so
Just pretend nothing happened.
"Go to sleep! We'll talk about something tomorrow!" After saying that, Wu Dazhi walked to the bed, took off his clothes in three steps, and then lay down on the bed.
Not long after, Zhou Zijing's thunderous snoring sounded in his ears. Wu Dazhi got up and took out his cell phone to check the time. There were still five minutes to eleven o'clock, which was just the right time.
Although he knew that it would be risky to smear him alone, but for some reason, he felt like someone was constantly reminding him to go to the ancient battlefield and Baijia Village as soon as possible.
After experiencing so much, Wu Dazhi has completely accepted the theory of fate. His initial uneasiness was quickly calmed down by his theory of fate.
Wu Dazhi put on his clothes and tiptoed out of the room. When he passed the hall, the hotel tycoon was still awake. Seeing Wu Dazhi going out so late, he felt a little strange, so he raised his head and asked:
"Brother, why are you out so late at night?"
"Find something to eat!" Wu Dazhi said an answer that sounded very unreliable without thinking carefully.
"Brother, I have what you want to eat here. I advise you not to go out at night!" The hotel tycoon glanced at Wu Dazhi and said mysteriously.
Wu Dazhi was startled and his steps slowed down. The tycoon said this. Is there an inside story?
"The ancient battlefield is haunted!" The hotel tycoon was very proud when he saw Wu Dazhi stop, and said seriously: "It turns out that this town is the barracks of the ancient battlefield. For hundreds of years, at night, you can hear the army walking back and forth.
The old people sometimes said that the sound was the soldiers returning from the ancient battlefield!"
"Have you seen it?" Wu Dazhi raised his eyebrows. This matter was really useful information for him.
"I'm a timid person, but I never dare to go out in the middle of the night!" The hotel tycoon curled his lips: "But some brave people have gone out and seen it, and they said that those soldiers' abdominal cavities were wide open, and their intestines and other things were spilled all over the floor!"
Wu Dazhi nodded frequently. The hotel tycoon probably didn't say anything. The fact that he and Zhou Zijing saw the funeral procession last night should be able to explain clearly. It was probably the general who died and the soldiers held a funeral ceremony for him.
"Tycoon, is the person you mentioned still there?"
"You've gone crazy!" The hotel tycoon waved his hand: "If you saw such exciting things, would you still be able to live well?"
Wu Dazhi smiled slightly, he would not tell the hotel tycoon that he had seen more terrible things.
"Thank you, tycoon, but I still think the food outside is better!" As he said that, Wu Dazhi recited a spell and disappeared from the hotel tycoon's eyes in an instant.
The hotel tycoon was stunned for a moment, and then a pig-like howl sounded in the small reception room:
"Ghost!"
Wu Dazhi used the moonlight to find the road he and Zhou Zijing walked during the day. Although it was summer, the wind made him feel particularly chilly. The dim moonlight shone on the gravel road, as if it specially attracted you to walk on that road.
There is something strange about the road that no one can describe.
Wu Dazhi glanced at the road, and his heart sank. He was already here, and there was no reason to retreat. He recited a protective spell and walked onto the seemingly endless gravel path.
The click sound of Wu Dazhi stepping on the stones echoed in the forest and mixed with the sound of the wind. It sounded like someone was whispering something in the distance.
After walking for a while, Wu Dazhi felt a little tired. He knew that this was not physical fatigue, but the feeling caused by the heavy consumption of spiritual power. It seemed that the hotel tycoon was right. There were a lot of dirty things here, and they
Continuously launched attacks on Wu Dazhi.
But every attack was countered by the protective spell on Wu Dazhi. Wu Dazhi seemed to be very safe, but this was also a battle that was constantly consuming both sides.
After walking for a while, there seemed to be fewer lonely ghosts besieging Wu Dazhi, and the fatigue on Wu Dazhi gradually disappeared.
But at this moment, Wu Dazhi realized that something seemed not quite right. The small gravel road under his feet seemed to be getting longer. He remembered that when he and Zhou Zijing came to walk during the day, the road was not so long at all...
…
Could it be a ghost breaking into the wall? Wu Dazhi was confused, but he didn't feel any ghost approaching at all and couldn't care much. He still made hand seals and activated the purification spell. Regardless of whether it was a ghost or not, he just wanted to help the villagers here do a general cleanup.
good.
After the spell was finished, the air seemed to be much fresher all of a sudden, but the fatigue that had just disappeared from Wu Dazhi returned again. Wu Dazhi sighed, it turned out that he was not capable enough. Using several spells at the same time, his body could not bear it.
.
In desperation, Wu Dazhi sat on the floor. He needed to rest and recover his strength while analyzing what he should do next.
After about ten minutes, Wu Dazhi stood up and continued walking forward.
Wu Dazhi, who thought he would arrive at the ancient battlefield soon, unexpectedly discovered that the road he was taking was slowly extending towards Baijiacun!
Oh no, Wu Dazhi finally lost his temper at this moment. Now he was sure that everything that happened in front of him was caused by the ghosts on the ancient battlefield.
Damn, for a moment, Wu Dazhi wanted to give up and go back, but he knew that if he was really targeted by a ghost, it would be basically impossible to go back now. No matter what, he would
Bite the bullet and go down.
The trees on the roadside are so dark that you can't see your fingers. It always gives people the feeling that something is hidden there, which makes people have to tighten every nerve.
"Who is there?" Wu Dazhi shouted into the bushes, but unfortunately he didn't get any response.
At the same time, there were several grunting sounds in the bushes... It seemed that something rolled out of the bushes, and slowly... slowly it touched the edge of Wu Dazhi's shoes and stopped moving.
Wu Dazhi tensed up every nerve, looked at his feet, and then breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be an extremely ordinary glass marble.
However, the feeling of fear has not completely disappeared from Wu Dazhi's body, because in such a late night, a glass marble slowly rolled out from the bushes on the roadside, but any rational person should not think that this is the case.
This is normal.
"Kind uncle...can you help me pick up the pinball..."
Before Wu Dazhi could figure out what was going on, a soft and slow voice came from the trees beside the road.
The voice must have been that of a little boy. Although the voice was soft, it broke the deathly silence and echoed in the air.