The faint sound of the flute spread throughout Huying.
The strong Yin Qi condensed into fine snow visible to the naked eye in this cold weather.
Whoever they fall on will shiver with cold.
That kind of coldness is different from a simple low temperature. It will penetrate into the bone marrow and freeze people's hearts.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and people sneezed from time to time.
Mr. Teng and the others were not affected at all.
In other words, this kind of environment surrounded by yin energy is more comfortable for them.
They were all slaves who were married to Princess Yongqing to the grassland. In order to serve the princess longer, they took Qian Yan's palace secret medicine and transformed themselves into the living dead.
Now they have longer lifespans, but at the same time they have lost the physical signs of living people.
Not only will these yin energies not affect them, they can even nourish them.
However, Mr. Teng and others not only did not smile at all, but even became even more depressed.
They are the living dead, but this entire battalion of Hu soldiers are not.
"Quickly, find someone!" Mr. Teng shouted, "Separately look for someone! The one who plays the flute!"
"yes."
However, just as they ran out, a wind blew from nowhere, and dark figures slowly emerged from the strong Yin Qi.
These figures are tall, and although their appearance cannot be seen clearly, they can be seen wearing armor.
The sound of the flute turned into a shrill sound.
Those who had successfully manifested themselves all waved their swords or spears in their hands and let out a loud roar.
"What's going on?" Hu Bing shouted.
"I don't know!"
"Qi Jun, this is Qi Jun!"
"Master Badong, don't you say it's a lie? Just kill them."
The barbarians were fierce. Although these shadowy shadows were extremely scary in the night, they still picked up their long swords and chopped them down one by one.
According to the experience just now, as long as it is hit, these soldiers will turn into a piece of paper.
But this time, it was different from what they imagined.
The broadsword slashed over, only dispersing some of the Yin Qi, but the opponent raised his weapon and fought back hard.
"Ah!" Someone was chopped, and they finally realized that something was wrong.
"Why not turn into paper?"
"It hurts! My shoulder!"
Almost the entire arm of Hu Bing was cut off. What was even more frightening was that the wound was quickly taken over by black gas and turned into smelly black water.
"Ahhhh..." The Hu soldier screamed and rolled around with his arms folded.
The black air spread, and soon his whole body turned blue and black, his eyes went straight, and he huddled on the ground and convulsed.
The other barbarians were shocked.
Some shouted fiercely, while others knelt down and prayed for God's blessing.
This scene not only happened in one place, but the entire Chinese army quickly fell into another kind of chaos.
Mr. Teng shouted: "Find someone! Find someone quickly! Don't worry about anything else. Just kill the person who summoned the souls and the problem will be solved!"
But the camp is so big, where can I find it in such a short period of time?
As if in response to his shout, the sound of the flute changed its tune again.
Mr. Teng was horrified to find that Yin Qi was rising from his body, and something seemed to be draining from his body.
"Why is this happening? Why?"
"Because you are the real formation eyes."
A sudden voice sounded, and Mr. Teng turned his head and saw the woman approaching.
The first time he saw her was in the small town on the Yanshan Ancient Road. At that time, he only thought that this woman knew some mystical arts, and even if he rescued Nasu, he didn't take it to heart.
I didn't expect that the second meeting would be like this.
"you……"
Mingwei took off the Hu man's leather hat and threw it aside.
Now she has no disguise and can be spotted in the barbarian camp at a glance.
"Catch her -" Teng Lao shouted.
Mingwei stood there holding the flute, with a mocking smile on his lips.
Before these living dead could touch her, they heard the faint sound of a piano in their ears.
Ning Xiu had already found a place to settle down, and was sitting on a hillside, concentrating on playing the piano on his lap.
In the past, his music was always full of murderous aura, but now it was as tender as water.
However, such tenderness is more frightening than overflowing murderous intent.
Because Mr. Teng discovered that the power in the body was losing faster.
"how so……"
"Life and death have destiny." Mingwei looked at them with compassion, "Life has its own path, and death has its path of death. Since you are already dead, how can you take the path of life again?"
"No, no... we want to avenge the princess, you go to hell..."
Zhang San stumbled forward and slapped her with a palm.
Ming Wei didn't even try to avoid it, but when she saw that Zhang San was still half a foot away from her, she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Ah -" Amidst the melodious sound of the piano, the Yin Qi in Zhang San's body drained away faster. His face, which looked like an ordinary person, quickly sunk and turned into a mummy, standing frozen in place.
"Master!" Madam Zhang San shouted sternly and rushed forward.
But as soon as she came into contact with Zhang San, she froze and soon turned into the second mummy.
The sound of the piano is melodious and the night wind blows. At first glance, it sounds poetic and distant.
However, what accompanied them was a frightening scene.
These living dead turned into mummies one by one and became the source of Yin Qi on the battlefield.
Ning Xiu stopped playing, picked up the piano bag, and made a few leaps before arriving at Mingwei's side.
"These are the Qi troops who died here for many years?"
"Yes." Mingwei watched the Yin soldiers fighting with the barbarians and said softly, "Although they are dead, their powerful thoughts have been preserved until now. Even if they have lost their memory, they still remember the instinct to kill the enemy."
In the Yin Qi, more Qi Jun souls were awakened and joined in the killing.
Ning Xiu looked at one of the figures and asked, "Is that also Qi Jun?" The armor was completely different.
Mingwei looked where he pointed, paused, and then said: "Looking at the style of his military uniform, I'm afraid he is a soldier from Qian Yan."
"It's actually Qian Yan..."
Mingwei looked at them and said: "How can there be distinctions between dynasties when foreign tribes invade? Qi State or Qian Yan, they all have the same ancestors and the same blood. Even if Qian Yan has been destroyed, these people who died here in the battle
The soldiers of the former Yan Dynasty are still the heroes of the nation. They were once here, sacrificing their lives and blood to defend the home and country behind them. Even if the dynasty has changed, they still remember their mission."
In the gloomy atmosphere, the cry of killing seemed to come from distant history, which was the determination to protect the country that had never changed.
Hu soldiers from other tribes were standing in front of the central military camp and hesitated.
"Sir, what should we do?" the leading general of the Kelsang tribe asked Alu.
Aru thought for a long time and finally said: "Let's go back!"
"Yes!" The leading general happily accepted the order.
Looking at this situation, we knew we were in trouble. Why would they join in? Aren't the lives of the Kelsang warriors worth anything?
As soon as the Kelsang tribe left, other tribes who were watching also left.
The power of the Zhelin tribe was relatively small, so the general asked hesitantly: "Prince, we just left like this, how can we explain to Sutu Khan afterwards?"
The eldest prince said: "Everyone else has left, why should we join in the fun? He, Su Tu, can survive this test first. If he can't survive... Humph!" (To be continued)