Zhao Ge

Chapter 120: People are not as good as ghosts

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Ye Qiusheng returned to the tent one o'clock late with Bailishu, but Bailishu didn't ask him what he was doing, and lay down under the rough blanket Ke Lang gave them. Ye Qiusheng looked at him for a while. The young man closed his eyes and was quiet, as if he had fallen asleep.

It was not long before dawn, and Ye Qiusheng didn't bother to lie down any longer, so he sat directly on the door curtain, eyes closed, holding the knife in his arms.

Ye Qiusheng seldom didn't hold the knife. He was the kind of person who would hold the knife tightly even if he passed out. The words "Don't die" were engraved in his bones. Even if the sky fell, this person would hold the knife tightly. Where did the grass roots come from, smiling loosely and frivolously, holding a knife to meet him.

Although his eyes were closed, Ye Qiusheng did not rest.

He tried to get rid of the weird space power in his body. Ye Qiusheng looked about the same as usual for the past two days, playing around, laughing and cursing, wanton and unscrupulous, and he didn't seem to worry about being banned at all. He also casually asked about Baili Shu's situation once, but Baili Shu didn't answer and stopped asking.

And Baili Shu didn't ask him how he was doing now after his cultivation base was sealed.

But the situation has not changed much. Ye Qiusheng guessed that the power of space in the veins may belong to a higher level power.

The situation is a bit bad.

Ye Qiusheng rubbed the handle of the knife, thinking.

The sacrifice of the Buyik tribe, the conversation between Bailishu and Asa, the flames flowing like magma, the shocking coercion... The Kalachorma desert hides countless secrets that change like shifting sand dunes.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Qiusheng heard the sound of Bailishu getting up.

He opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and opened the curtain, and the not-so-bright morning light came in. Outside the tent, the Buyek people have also come out one after another.

Ye Qiusheng narrowed his eyes slightly, observing these Buyeks carefully, trying to find out their changes.

On the surface, they haven't changed much, but there is an unconcealable joy on everyone's face. However, from the breath, it seems that the strength of these Buyek tribesmen seems to have increased compared to before. Although they are not immortal cultivators, they faintly reveal some obscure tyranny.

But this kind of change is not big, it can only be regarded as turning a sickly tuberculosis ghost into a strong man with sufficient energy and blood, and it has not achieved the qualitative change from an ordinary person to a cultivator.

It seems that the sacrifice last night was not enough to fully awaken the ancient power in their blood.

"Someone is coming."

Bailishu squinted his eyes slightly, but he didn't look at the Buyeks who were packing up their tents and getting up. He walked to the entrance of the tent and looked at the sky. In the early morning, it was not fully lit, but there were not many clouds in the sky.

Ye Qiusheng turned to look at him.

Bailishu stood by the door curtain, the morning light was falling, but the young man's face was not completely illuminated, half of his face was hidden in the darkness.

Beyond the Buyik bivouac, in the tall rocky mountains of Ghost Town.

A few thin sand wolves walked quietly with their tails down. Their whereabouts are extremely concealed, wandering far outside the camp of the Buyik tribe, and they are always at the bottom of the wind.

Among these sand wolves, one or two had knife wounds on their bodies.

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The Jin Tang military flag was unfurled violently in the wind.

Braving a night of sandstorms, Chen Geguang led the light cavalry of Quanjie's first left wing army to the edge of the ghost town.

Bomu Fort is the closest military fort to the ghost town of Guazhou. This is only relatively speaking. Guazhou belongs to the Keledroma Desert. Water sources are extremely scarce, oases are scarce and scattered, and the distance between various military forts is very long. The caravan passed by the ghost town, and the first oasis it arrived at was Bomu Fort.

But in fact, it takes half a day to travel from Bomburg to the ghost town.

And the march of large troops was also accompanied by night sandstorms, which took twice as long as usual.

Chen Geguang and the light cavalry stopped outside the ghost city to take a rest. The scorpion bird sent by Mr. Yan to guide them landed on the horse's head, folded its wings, and seemed to be resting.

The Fuyi Dynasty sent troops to try to pass through here and launch a surprise attack. As a result, the army entered the ghost town and never came out again. Anyone who has lived in Guazhou for a period of time has heard of it. At this time, the soldiers saw that they had arrived at a ghost town during the overnight march, and they wanted to go in, so they all showed uneasiness.

Chen Geguang climbed up a rocky mountain, stood on a high place and looked towards the direction where the flames ignited last night.

The sun rose quickly and set on the rocks and yellow sand, very dazzling. Chen Geguang narrowed his eyes and frowned. Although the rocky mountain he climbed up was not low, the rocky mountain in the ghost town was high and low, occupying a vast area, and the vision was severely blocked, so he couldn't see much.

"General Chen is very skilled."

Chen Geguang was watching, when a soft voice sounded from behind without warning.

"Who!"

Unprepared, Chen Geguang was startled suddenly, and instinctively turned around and drew his knife. But he forgot that he was standing on the top of a rocky mountain that was by no means flat, turned around suddenly, stepped on the ground, and almost fell directly from the tens of feet of rock.

The person who made the sound didn't react too slowly, and stretched out his hand to grab him, so as to prevent the commander of Bomburg from falling from mid-air in full view.

"Fuck!"

Chen Geguang stood firm and almost cursed directly.

"Is Mr. Yan a ghost?"

After standing still, I found that Mr. Yan, who was originally accompanying, had arrived at some time, and also went up the rocky mountain quietly. It has not been a day or two for this Mr. Yan to appear and disappear. Chen Geguang was taken aback by his sudden suddenness this time. He couldn't help but sarcastically.

With Mr. Yan's usual style, he just pretended not to hear his overt and secret ridicule, and Chen Geguang also pretended that this inhuman guy would not react this time.

Who knew that Mr. Yan, who was wearing an iron mask, stopped abnormally, and the cold and dark eyes behind the mask fell on him like a blade.

Chen Geguang put his hand on the handle of the knife, just as if the man had been stabbed by him to the sore spot, ready to strike. He stood up slightly, ready to strike at any time.

Mr. Yan looked at him for a while, then looked away.

"General Chen is too worried." Mr. Yan's voice was as usual, cold as a poisonous snake, "Although I can't be called a human anymore, I'm afraid it will take some time before I become a ghost."

After he looked away, Chen Geguang only felt the pressure on his body suddenly lighten, and before he could be surprised, he heard Mr. Yan sneer briefly again.

"If you want to talk about it, this ghost is probably more approachable than a human being."

At this point, his cold voice suddenly became sharp, with indescribable hostility.

and…

to mock.