I immediately ran outside and looked up at the sky. A pure white full moon hung high in the sky, like a jade plate.
I took out a yellow talisman from the yellow cloth bag, then I bit my finger and quickly drew runes on the yellow talisman.
After doing this, I folded the yellow talisman into a paper crane and placed it on the ground.
"Yin Yang Xuan Huang is looking for ghosts, and the evil spirits have nowhere to hide!"
I recited the incantation quickly. After reciting the incantation, the paper crane folded by the yellow talisman seemed to be given life. It slowly flapped its wings and flew up from the ground.
After the paper crane flew into the sky, its body rotated in the sky, and after choosing the direction of its body, it flew away. I followed the paper crane. This is a secret method used by our Maoshan sect to find ghosts.
The technique is called "ghost hunting technique".
This paper crane is stained with the blood of Yang people. As long as you follow the paper crane, you can find the ghosts nearby, but if it is too far away, it will not work.
Perhaps the yin energy of the many ghost soldiers was too strong, so the paper cranes swayed unsteadily in the sky, and it was impossible to determine the exact position for a while.
I prayed in my heart, Zhihe, Zhihe, you must work hard, Meng Shiyu is still waiting for me to save her!
If it were any later, Meng Shiyu might never come back.
Fortunately, my uneasiness did not last long. After the paper crane lingered in the sky for a while, it continued to choose a direction and flew away.
The speed of the paper crane was not very fast. It took me to the river. When I was still some distance away from the river, I saw many people gathered by the river. But under the cover of the night, I couldn't see clearly.
their faces.
But they exude a cold aura, which I really feel. There is no way I can go wrong. These people are definitely ghost soldiers.
After finding these ghost soldiers, my heart was filled with worry again. Meng Shiyu was still with them.
I took out my mahogany sword and held it in my hand. I held a few yellow talismans tightly in my other hand. I was carefully on guard. If something went wrong, I would take action immediately.
At the same time, I also put on the Taoist robe I got at the bottom of the dry well in the ghost village. Now I can be said to be fully armed.
Because I was really worried about Meng Shiyu's current situation, I looked at those ghost soldiers and shouted directly, "You evil spirits, quickly hand over Meng Shiyu's soul. If you are slower, I will make all of your souls fly away."
In order to scare these Japanese ghost soldiers, I made a very fierce appearance.
My voice sounded like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and all the ghost soldiers immediately turned their heads to look at me.
One of the ghost soldiers came to me and said, "What are you talking about, fellow soldier? Our Eighth Route Army does not take advantage of the masses."
The ghost soldier shocked me as soon as he opened his mouth. Could it be that the Japanese ghost soldiers had been in China for too long before they were alive, so they could even speak Chinese and speak standard Henan dialect.
When he got closer, I discovered that he was wearing a light blue military uniform. He was a very young man, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a dirty face, and a pair of bright black eyes.
They were not the Japanese ghost soldiers I was looking for, but the Eighth Route Army.
"You..." I looked at these Eighth Route Army soldiers in surprise and was speechless for a moment.
"Don't be afraid, fellow citizens, we are all nearly dead, and all you see now are our ghosts."
The Eighth Route Army soldier in front of me said with a smile.
I laughed dryly, thinking in my mind that our Eighth Route Army soldiers were really humorous!
They all said it was just a ghost and told me not to be afraid.
"You all know that you are dead?" I looked at the Eighth Route Army soldier in front of me in disbelief.
"Yes!" The man in front of him seemed very calm when talking about the topic of life and death, as if he was telling someone else's story.
"We have been dead for a long time. All of us have always known this. "My surname is Jin, please call me Captain Jin."
Captain Jin said calmly, "We died in that battle decades ago, and those Japs also died at the same time. We and the Japs became ghosts after death. Those Japs have been dishonest over the years, and we have also
Just keep fighting with them. And I don’t know why, often when we meet the Japanese, we will suddenly return to the battle decades ago, and our two sides continue to exchange fire. It has been like this over the years, and the enemy has repeatedly
complex."
I nodded, it seemed exactly as I guessed.
The battle that took place in this village was too fierce and cruel. Whether it was our Eighth Route Army or the Japanese ghost soldiers on the opposite side, their hatred was very deep, and their resentment after death was also very deep. The strong resentment led to
They return to that battle every time they meet.
Captain Jin looked at me and said, "Aren't you afraid when you see me?"
"I am a Taoist priest from Maoshan. I have seen too many ghosts, so I am not afraid."
What Commander Jin said just now made me admire these Eighth Route Army soldiers even more.
When they were alive, they fought in the hail of bullets, and after death, they still guard our homeland even if they become ghosts.
"By the way, Commander Jin, the soul of one of my friends was captured by Japanese ghost soldiers. Do you know where those Japanese ghost soldiers are now?"
Captain Jin frowned and said viciously, "Japan will not be peaceful even if it is dead under those bastards. They still want to harm our people."
Then Captain Jin pointed me in a direction, "After we died in the battle, the Japanese ghost soldiers were buried in the southwest of the village by local villagers. They should be there."
Then Captain Jin waved his hand behind him, "Brothers, that bunch of naughty little Japanese are fucking dishonest again. What do you think we should do?"
"Beat the motherfucker!"
"Kill them!"
The crowd behind Captain Jin was so angry that they roared one after another.
Captain Jin smiled proudly, "See, we are all real men!"
Then he stopped smiling and said, "Let's go and settle the scores with those little Japanese!"
I nodded, then turned to leave.
But as soon as I turned around, Captain Jin grabbed me.
"Captain Jin, what's wrong?" I asked in confusion.
"Is there any mistake? We are all dead!" Captain Jin held his forehead with a black line on his head.
"So what?" I still don't understand what Captain Jin means.
"Have you seen how many ghosts have to walk to get to the same place?" Captain Jin smiled mysteriously, and then he took my hand, and countless black energy immediately enveloped me.
My vision went dark, and then I didn't know anything.