Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

On the surface of a thousand hectares of river, the misty waves were vast, and the army of ghosts coming with their knives did not make the slightest sound, and slid over without a sound, but they had an unspeakable momentum.

Looking at those soldiers who no longer existed in this world, Qi Chen seemed to hear the sound of clashing swords and armor, the rumble of war drums, the sound of hoofs of thousands of galloping horses, and the shocking sound of thunder. Shouting...

"Are they too obsessed and their souls are retained?" Qi Chen stared out of the window and couldn't help but ask Long Ya.

"It's good to have too much obsession, but it's not the whole soul, but the soul energy that hasn't dissipated. Their souls are long gone, and this soul energy is like a shadow, it will be dispersed if you stir it casually." Long Ya glanced He glanced out of the window, as if he wasn't worried that those soldiers would charge over, and turned his eyes back to the man nailed to the wall.

Qi Chen thought that he would make up for the blow and nail him back before the man broke free completely.

But Longya didn't do that.

On the contrary, when he watched the man struggling to tear off most of his body and was missing an arm, he simply raised his hand and retracted the knife light and blood net.

The soldier was still exerting strength, but the strength that imprisoned him disappeared suddenly, so he couldn't react in time, because of inertia, his whole body couldn't balance, and was thrown by his own strength, he staggered two steps forward sideways, and he didn't know what to do. Wen Wen knelt on the ground on one knee, and the Mo Dao in his hand stabbed sharply on the ground to support it.

He frowned and raised his head and was about to stand up, but he was facing the thousands of soldiers outside the window, and his body froze instantly when he was about to move.

The unbroken arms of those soldiers hanging by their sides, the long and narrow scars on their chests, the feathered arrows stuck in front of them, the fatal knife wound on their necks, the blood stains all over their bodies... that's all. Everything fell into his eyes.

He didn't listen to a single word of Long Ya's words before, he had no reason at all, he just raised his hand like crazy and hit him.

But at this moment, I don't know if these soldiers are the group who were born and died with him, and their tragic death is more useful to him than all kinds of persuasion and scolding.

As if the pause button had been pressed, he maintained that stiff posture, just motionless, his eyes widened, looking at the people who were getting closer and closer outside the window.

Long Ya, who had withdrawn his hand, had been watching his reaction leisurely. At this time, he was even more afraid that he would not see clearly. He even took a step forward and opened the window, so thousands of soldiers came roaring outside and brought up the scene. The wind and water vapor instantly blurred the faces of the people in the room.

Qi Chen: "..." Such a rare thing as Uncle Long is rare in a hundred years. Do you even open the door to welcome guests at such a time!

The speed of the ghost army is not a joke, Qianqingjiang is just a matter of minutes to them.Almost in the blink of an eye, they arrived at the front of the house, barely a meter away from the open window.

The cold air on those gleaming armors, mixed with a damp smell from the Zijiang River, rushed into the room just like that.

Qi Chen was so stimulated that his skin got goosebumps, and he couldn't help gasping, because in the next second, those ghost troops would be able to break through the wall and rush into the house.

However, Long Ya, the only one in the room who could contend with them, didn't even lift his eyelids, and even stood beside the kneeling soldier, arms crossed, without any intention of making a move, so calm that it hurts.

But in the next second, Qi Chen understood the reason why Longya was so calm——

The ghost army formed by the soul energy of thousands of soldiers suddenly disappeared completely at the moment when it touched the wall and was about to enter the house, leaving only a misty mist of water vapor.

Mo Dao supported the ground, and the soldiers kneeling on one knee watched the ghost army disappear in front of them. After a long moment of silence, they opened their mouths and murmured: "Where are... people?"

He stared straight at the empty space outside the window, muttered a few times, then stood up suddenly, and walked around the window twice in a frenzied way, with an urgent voice: "Where are they people?! Obviously...Obviously just now In! It was just in front of me, why did it disappear when I closed my eyes! Where is the person?!"

The time on his body has long been frozen thousands of years ago, there will be no new wounds, no bleeding, no tears...

But looking at his expression, Qi Chen seemed to have reddened eyes, and an indistinct mist had covered his eagle-like pupils.

His mind at this time seemed very confused, as if he was crazy, but also seemed to have a sliver of reason.Like a trapped animal, it circled around the window a few times.As if he couldn't see Qi Chen, Long Ya, and the others, nor could he hear their words, he was completely focused on the group of soldiers who suddenly disappeared outside the window, wanted to see them, but didn't know how to see them, he just kept repeating those few words .

Upside down, like a lunatic.

"Where are people?" His voice was still as if sandpaper was scraping metal, it was uncomfortably hoarse, and it seemed that every word was exhausted, but it was still so low that it was almost inaudible, "Their people Where is it? Where are my...my brothers and the others! I clearly saw them! Obviously—"

Before he could finish his words, another dark shadow gathered on the other side of the Qianqing River——

Those ghost hordes reappeared.

Just like before, they still held their long knives, leaned forward, and looked like they were ready to fight at any time, skimmed across the river, and headed straight for here.

The crazy soldiers in the room suddenly went dumb.

He stared at the ghost army on the other side of the river without blinking, and he couldn't speak any more before he finished speaking...

The river was full of mist and water, and the group of ghost soldiers ran in it, as if they were still on the battlefield. The smoke under their feet was the dust from the horseshoes, and the wet moisture was the sweat and blood on the armor...

The soldier in the room didn't know how long he had been in the army and practiced for several years. Even before this situation, even in the situation where he was insane for years, his body was still upright, like The most powerful spear on the battlefield.

The alloy-paneled window frame is like a divider...

On the left is the dark night, on the right is bright lights.

On the left is a mighty army running, and on the right are soldiers standing straight.

On the left is the scene from a thousand years ago, which will be repeated after a thousand years, and on the right is the heart of the people who woke up after a thousand years and still remain in a thousand years ago.

One side is an afterimage, and the other side is a lonely soul, but neither of them belong to this world anymore.

This is probably the only thing both sides have in common.

The soldier stood stiffly in front of the window, watching the ghost army getting closer and closer, and would soon be in front of him.

He suddenly opened his mouth, and said in a low voice: "You are all well..." His voice was hoarse, low and soft, almost a whisper, with a hint of caution, it seemed that the voice could be a little louder, the other side The group of people will be scared away by him.

But as soon as he finished saying "An", the ghost army came before him, and the moment they touched the house, it was like a bubble hitting the wall, and it dispersed with a "huh".

Thus, the last word "good" choked in his throat, leaving only a slightly choked sound.

When Qi Chen was helping him repair the wound on his armor earlier, he saw only fragmentary fragments, unable to piece together the complete process.

He didn't know what the soldier had experienced at the last moment.

Maybe he was alone, maybe he was besieged, fighting alone, lost contact with the main force, so that he didn't know what happened to the last wave of brothers who fought with him on the battlefield until his death.

So thousands of years later, when he saw this group of ghost army, he still couldn't help asking this sentence.

Although, the answer to these words is clear at a glance...

A new wave of ghost army emerged from the end of the river again, still carrying long knives tirelessly, coming in mighty numbers.

The soldier didn't move, and still stood in front of the window waiting for them without getting bored.

Qi Chen suddenly felt that he couldn't stand it any longer. He tugged at Long Ya's sleeve, and was about to speak when he felt something move around his feet, which suddenly touched his ankle, which startled him.

He looked down, only to find that Lao Yuan, who had been thrown face down on the carpet, moved and finally woke up from his coma.

Lao Yuan groped the ground twice and exerted strength three times before turning over on his back, lying on his back and gasping for breath.

He probably felt uncomfortable all over his body, he hummed twice, and then slowly opened his squinted eyes to get used to the light above his head.

As a result, the moment he opened his eyes and his vision regained clarity, he found that Long Ya and Qi Chen were both looking down on him.

Lao Yuan: "..." Help——

Long Ya showed a gloomy expression at him, and said sarcastically, "Did you sleep well?"

Lao Yuan shuddered, subconsciously replied: "...not, not bad!" He just wanted to give himself a big mouth after answering.

Qi Chen looked at him with a horrified expression, and thought to himself: I've seen someone who wants to die, but I've never seen someone so desperate to die.

"Oh—" Long Ya dragged out his tone lazily, and said, "Thanks to you, we went to swim around the bottom of the river. It's because I don't have time to take care of you now, otherwise, I must find a shell for you." Put it on, throw you to the heart of the river to float for ten days and a half months, and then fish it up and drink bastard soup."

Old Yuan was about to cry: "I, I really don't know anything! I just listened to him and told you to come and see—"

As he was talking, he glanced to the side randomly twice, but first he saw the armor standing by the window, and he opened his mouth and wanted to howl, and before he could make a sound, he saw the armor standing directly outside the window. He rushed over, watching the ghost army about to enter the house.

Immediately, he rolled his eyes, and the "嗤——" that was so hard to hold back rolled in his throat, turned 360 degrees, and rolled out again.

Just as he was about to exit, Long Ya raised his hand and swung a row of short knives. "Dong Dong Dong Dong" pierced a human figure along the old Yuan, and the one in the middle flew straight across, and hit the old man hard with a "slap" sound. Yuan's mouth blocked the scream, then flipped twice, rolled down Lao Yuan's chest, and landed on his stomach, with the point of the knife pointing at his vitals.

Old Yuan: "..."

He blushed from the screams that could not be uttered, his body was shaking like a sieve, his neck was stiff, and he maintained a posture with his hands on the ground. Turning around, aiming at the short knives nailed to the floor around him from the corner of his eyes.

Urine is about to be scared out.

However, he immediately discovered that although Long Ya was upset, he didn't really intend to kill him, and Qi Chen's attention was not on him. Compared to him, Long Ya and Qi Chen were obviously more interested in the armor by the window. interest.

But the armor turned a deaf ear to the series of movements here, and stood upright by the window as before.

It was only then that Lao Yuan noticed that the ghost army just now had disappeared without a sound, and he didn't know where he went.

So he followed the other three people in the room and looked out of the window until he saw another wave of ghost soldiers rushing towards them with knives. It turned into a bubble and disappeared.

"Why can't they come in?" Qi Chen asked Long Ya in a low voice.

"Because the light here is too bright and the crowds are too heavy, their soul energy is weak and they can't bear it." Long Ya folded his arms and explained lightly: "The feng shui of this section of the river is a bit strange, probably similar to the rock you encountered at the bottom of the river. It is related to the hole, it has been tampered with here, and now it has been broken, and the whole river has inexplicably formed a circular field. The soul energy that was scattered outside this house was re-gathered at the other end of the river, and then the previous process was repeated. The process is an endless loop, understand?"

"Isn't this similar to the kind of supernatural events that are often said. When there is lightning and thunder, the Forbidden City can see the palace maids..." Lao Yuan actually had the heart to interject when he was trembling.

Long Ya glanced at him from the corner of his eye, the meaning was very obvious - listening to your fart?

"..." Lao Yuan silently closed his mouth, watching his nose, nose and mouth, not daring to let out a breath.

"Is the one old Yuan said the same as this one?" Qi Chen asked.

"It's not the same. It's just the right time and place to replay what happened in the past. This is because the soul energy has not dissipated, and it keeps reuniting and disappearing." Long Ya patiently explained.

Lao Yuan: "..." Prisoners of war do not have human rights and should be treated differently.

Qi Chen looked at the stiff back of the soldier and said, "Then how long will this cycle last?"

"After two o'clock at night, after two o'clock, the Yin Qi will gradually fade away, and it should stop." Long Ya replied.

What Long Ya said was not wrong at all.

After two o'clock in the middle of the night, the last wave of ghost army rushed to the front of the house, and after it turned into water vapor and dissipated, no new ones came from the other side of the river.

The window of the room was always open, the air conditioner in the room was on or off, and the heating was running out of the window.

Of course, Long Ya is not afraid of the cold, Qi Chen has been dried by him long ago, and he is fine at this time, except for Lao Yuan who is lying on the ground, the water on his body is not completely dry, and the surrounding floor is still stuck. Holding more than a dozen short knives, one was precariously placed on his stomach, and it was very difficult to maintain his posture. It was cold and numb, very sour.

The soldier didn't seem to believe that the ghost army had disappeared, so he stood by the window and waited stubbornly for a long time.

His armor was covered with an oxide layer, full of traces of time, and had long since lost its luster. At this time, it was even covered with a thick layer of water vapor, which then condensed into water droplets and flowed down the surface of the armor.

Some rolled down from the pocket of his headgear and got wet on his eyebrows and eyelashes.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, the water will condense into beads and drip down the corners of the eyes.

But he never blinked.

He just looked straight at the other side of the river without moving, as if the group of brothers who were born and died would appear in front of his eyes in the next second.

Even though he had stood there for several hours, watching it over and over again, he still looked like he hadn't seen enough.

Probably never get enough of it.

Because he'd never actually see them come back...

After waiting for so long, Qi Chen originally thought that with Long Ya's personality, he should have been bombed long ago.

Unexpectedly, this time he was patient but rare, so he just stood behind the soldiers with his arms crossed, beside Qi Chen, and looked out the window without saying a word.

There was no special expression on his face, as if he was just looking casually, but Qi Chen always felt that he was thinking about something.

Maybe this soldier and that group of ghost army evoked a certain memory in his heart, or maybe he simply didn't have any ill feeling towards these iron-blooded men, so it was rare to increase his tolerance.

After a while, Lao Yuan's hands supporting the floor were completely numb, and he couldn't hold it anymore. He secretly glanced at Longya, and found that the old man was not paying attention to himself, so he moved his muscles and bones, completely sit up.Then he retracted the hand that was supporting the floor and rubbed his wrist, not daring to make too much movement, for fear of shocking that ancestor and causing himself to be covered in a shell and float in the river of corpses.

Unexpectedly, God failed to fulfill his wishes, the more he wanted to be unnoticed, the heaven would oppose him.

While rubbing his wrists, he quietly stretched his feet, but his ankle accidentally touched the blade of a knife stuck in the ground. The shocking coolness made him shiver, and the knife on his stomach grunted. Lulu rolled onto the carpet, and unexpectedly touched another dagger, making a light "dang" sound.

The sound itself wasn't too loud, but the room was eerily quiet, so the sound seemed particularly abrupt.

Lao Yuan faltered, quickly lowered his head, and decided to face Long Ya's ancestor's expression of rainy weather with the top of his head.

But this noise not only alarmed Long Ya and Qi Chen, the soldier standing by the window also heard the small noise.

He has stood and stared for too long, the turbulent waves in his heart have slowly calmed down, the murderous aura around him has also gradually faded, and the lost sanity is slowly recovering in the cold wind that keeps pouring in from the window.

Qi Chen found that the blood glow around his armor gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared.

He only heard a few rustling sounds of metal armor rubbing against each other, the soldier standing in front of the window finally turned around, and everyone in the room finally fell into his eyes.

Facing the light at this time, Qi Chen could even clearly see the drops of water on his brows and eyes.

His eyes swept over Long Ya, Qi Chen, and every strange item in the room. He couldn't see the expression on his blood-stained face, but there seemed to be a sad emotion in his eyes.

In the end, his gaze returned to Longya, parted his chapped lips, and asked hoarsely: "This...isn't Datang anymore?"

Long Ya crossed his arms, looked around the decorations in the room, and replied, "What do you think?"

He closed his eyes, as if he was nervous or relieved, licked his lips, sucked a mouthful of blood, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and said in a low voice: "So...we have lost our country?"

Old Yuan blinked his eyes, and said quite naturally: "Tang? He died long ago, it's been more than 1000 years! Little brother, you—"

He hadn't finished exerting his dedication to death when he saw the soldier suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him. There was wolf-like ferocity and sadness in his eyes.Lao Yuan was stunned by the look, and retreated into the corner, silently counting the short knives on the ground.

"Chang—" the soldier opened his mouth again, but found that his voice was out of tune, he took a breath, and then said again: "Can you tell me where is facing Chang'an?"

Long Ya coughed, looked at Qi Chen, and raised his chin: "Point."

Qi Chen: "..." Are you addicted to treating people like bastards? !

His mobile phone fell into the water and disappeared when he was in the sinking river, but Longya's was still there, and he didn't know why he was passive or cast some sorcery.

Since he was unceremoniously treated as bastard, he naturally reached into Longya's pocket and took out his mobile phone unceremoniously.

The ancestor probably felt that no thief would dare to touch his phone, so he didn't even set the screen password. By the window, he pointed to the northwest direction according to the map.

The whole set of movements is smooth and flowing, very calm.

Long Ya, whose phone was touched, twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked at the little thief with admiration: "..."

The soldier nodded at Qi Chen, then walked to the window, faced the northwest direction, watched quietly for a long time, then slammed his sword on the ground, knelt down, and lowered his head.

Qi Chen saw that his back was finally no longer straight, and suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Not dead."

The words were so nonsensical that Lao Yuan, who was curled up by the side, was at a loss. It took him a long time to realize that Qi Chen was answering the soldier's previous sentence——

Are we extinct?

not dead.

The soldiers kneeling in the direction of Chang'an heard this, and looked back at Qi Chen in a daze, as if they didn't understand what he meant.

But saw Long Ya folded his arms, lifted his foot and tapped the ground, saying: "What country is destroyed? The place under my feet, the place under your feet, are still there? And it's very good!"

The soldier stared at him, then his eyes slowly fell to the ground, then out of the window, and murmured: "Still there?"

Qi Chen said "Yes", "Yes."

"very good?"

Qi Chen: "It can't be better."

The soldier stared blankly at Long Ya and Qi Chen, then turned his head to look at the northwest, and finally closed his eyes fiercely. At this moment, the moisture on his eyelashes finally found a chance to gather together, and followed him. The corners of his eyes slowly slid down, like tears mixed with blood that finally fell after more than 1000 years.