"Can you stop so many things, use your eyes to look around this place, this place is full of resentment, now it is late at night, the ghosts are full of resentment, they have been coveting you, if it is not because I have the Yanlin Sword. Body, I'm afraid you don't even know if you are attacked by these ghosts." Cheng Feng was a little tired of Jie Lan's unreasonable troubles. He didn't want to tell her that there was a crisis here, but he couldn't help but let her listen.
After Jie Lan heard it, she was a little bit unbelievable. She looked around. As expected, some ghosts were flying around in the distance, and some even wailed slightly, but because Chengfeng had the power of purification, these ghosts did not dare to approach. Jielan understood Chengfeng's intentions, so she didn't say anything. She blushed and lowered her head, apologizing: "I'm sorry, I don't know anything, but I lose my temper at you."
Chengfeng looked at this woman who was like an iris flower in the night with her beautiful brilliance, and watched her long blue hair like flowing waves fall down and dance in the night breeze, looking so beautiful And moving.
His irritable mood began to calm down, and his tone was much gentler, saying: "I'm used to it, so you don't need to take it to heart."
His words made Jielan feel embarrassed. She was really angry at him because of a lot of things and blamed him for no reason. It was just that it was different from the current state of mind, "Then I will leave it to you. Now, I will help Luomo find the tomb."
Jie Lan turned around and walked towards the piles of dead people with a rotten breath. Using the light of the fire, she looked for the tombs one by one. She covered her nose with her hand, and endured the rotten smell of corpses and skeletons all around her.
After searching for about an hour, I suddenly heard a soldier yelling happily, "Come on, come on, I found it, I found it."
Everyone ran in the direction of the soldier, and Lomo's heart became heavier as he got closer, and he felt strenuous even to breathe. When approaching, he slowed down and walked step by step to the soldier, and in the dark night, under the faint fire light, he saw a small tomb with a wooden stele standing in front of the tomb. A bronze sword was inserted in front of the stele. He walked to the tomb and saw the wooden stele that said,'The heroes of the sun are buried here, the people of respect are carved! '
The two characters "RiZhao" were written separately, and when they were put together, they were a Chao character. It seems that the person who buried his father was afraid of being seen, so he dared not carve his real name on the wooden tablet. He knelt down and stroked it. Mubei, no matter how hard it was to restrain his emotions, he cried in a low voice, he only said: "The child is not filial, and he cannot meet his father earlier, let alone save his father in the fire and water, let his father die in the hands of the traitorous official. The child has not been able to protect his brother and let him die under that Tibetan governor. I am really useless, and I am ashamed of my father."
His crying sound looked abnormally desolate in this gloomy night, as if it caused the resonance of these wronged souls, and it made them cry bitterly.