I searched down bit by bit very carefully. The piercing coldness tortured my nerves, but even so, I still searched patiently.
But the entire area near the Shimen has been touched by me. I guess if this Shimen was a girl, we would have already entered the next step of more in-depth discussions, but the Shimen in front of me has not moved at all.
I found a lot of so-called small bumps and small stones, but no matter how hard I pressed or rotated, the thing couldn't activate the stone door at all.
"Wow... Wow..."
Just as I was looking anxiously at the stone door, a very slight sound came from the dark space behind me.
The sound was like an iron chain running across the ground, or like some ancient soldiers wearing armor marching in my direction.
The sound sounded intermittent, as if it was walking very slowly, but every time the sound came out, it would greatly shorten the distance between me and the thing.
Not long after, the voice stopped not far behind me.
The darkness seemed to have rolled up a cold black mist, covering this place overwhelmingly. I quickly picked up the machete in my hand. Even though my heart was full of fear at this moment, I still tried hard to raise my trembling hands.
However, since the sound disappeared, the "crash" movement has not appeared again.
Darkness and silence were intertwined in front of me, as if building an impenetrable wall.
Finally, I couldn't bear the oppression brought to me by this place, and shouted loudly: "Come out...come out, I see you."
The domineering shout he imagined did not appear. On the contrary, as soon as the voice came out, he seemed weak and cowardly.
My shout seemed to stimulate some existence in the darkness. The moment the sound disappeared, a pale color suddenly lit up in front of me not far away. I don’t know what happened, but at this time,
Four will-o'-the-wisps slowly floated up from the ground.
The pale color seemed to be able to connect to another world. I felt that my eyes had an illusion. It was as if the flickering will-o'-the-wisp had disappeared, and instead, the pale light turned into a curtain of light, a fan.
The pale door.
"Whoosh... whoosh..."
At this time, the previously disappeared sound reappeared, and the sound clearly appeared from the white light.
I stared at the white light, and within a moment, the white light began to turbulence, and then it seemed as if a door to another world had opened, and the other side of the white light became black.
A roar resounded from that world, and then I was shocked to see a row of figures with pale bodies slowly walking out of that world.
They looked like soldiers returning from the battlefield in ancient times, wearing old and damaged armor. Many of their grills were very broken, and some of their armors were even covered with sharp arrows.
Not only do these armors look weird, but these soldiers are also very weird. Perhaps it is because of the pale light shining on them, which makes their faces extremely pale and without any vitality.
Their bodies were covered with various scars. Some had their armor cut off on their chests, revealing a knife wound so deep that their bones were visible, while others had their arms cut off, like sticks, and even worse.
The person even had no head, but he still dragged the remaining part of his body and slowly followed the large army.
This was the moment when the soldiers appeared. I felt as if my whole body had been electrocuted. My body was trembling uncontrollably. Every time those soldiers walked, the sound of their footsteps was like stepping on my heart. , while feeling depressed, I even felt that my heart could hardly bear it and might explode at any time.
"This...this...is this the corridor of Yin soldiers?"
I took a deep breath, and after holding it in for a long time, I was finally able to control my body and yelled this sentence in a low voice.
I heard the story of the Yin Soldier Passage from some old people when I was a child. It is said that the place where the Yin Soldier Passage occurs is a place where there are a lot of dead bodies. Generally speaking, it is mainly some ancient battlefields in ancient times. After those soldiers died, they turned into lonely souls. They are ghosts, but they who died in battle could never accept the result of their own death, so after they died, they turned into ghost soldiers and kept wandering around the ancient battlefield.
Of course, there is another saying about the Yin Soldiers' Aisle, which is that in places where there are a large number of dead people, such as mass graves or some human pits, because the souls of injustice have gathered too much, the underworld will send Yin soldiers to bring these Yin soldiers together. Walk.
No matter which theory is used, wherever the Yin Soldier Passage appears, a large number of people must have died.
"This place is a place where corpses accumulate. A large number of people must have died in the past. This is indeed the reason for the creation of the Yin Soldier Passage."
Wherever the Yin soldiers pass, people retreat. Once the Yin soldiers feel the breath of a living person, the Yin soldiers will definitely come to absorb the person's Yang energy. Once killed by the Yin soldiers, it will be difficult for the person's soul to go to the netherworld. The underworld can only become part of the Yin soldiers, lingering in the world.
Thinking of what those old men said to me, I became nervous. Fortunately, these Yin soldiers are still a little distance away from me. I guess they haven't noticed me yet, otherwise they would have come over to suck my Yang Qi. .
Thinking of this, I quickly looked around. Fortunately, there was a depression on my right side. Although the depression was not large, it was enough for me to hide in the darkness.
Thinking of this, I ran over as hard as I could.
Although the Yin soldiers were advancing slowly step by step, at about the moment I happened to hide in the depression, they appeared in a strange way like a translation, right where I was standing.
And not far from them was the stone door that could not be opened no matter how hard I pushed it.
I clung tightly to the damp and cold ground, letting the swollen gravel rub against my body. At this juncture, I didn't even dare to take a breath. The place where I was was not far away from the Yin soldiers. , I only need to raise my head slightly, and I can clearly see every expression on Yin Bing's face.
They had a rigid face, like a clay sculpture. Their eyes were fixed on the stone door, and then the leader of the Yin soldiers strangely took out a horn from behind.
This horn was cut off from the head of some unknown monster. It is long, big and thick, thicker than the arms of two adults. Under the pale luster, the horn appears dark black. There are many threads all over it, and it looks like it is full of whirlpools.