Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

The mountain wind roared in from all directions, and a battalion of soldiers chose the forest at the foot of the mountain as a temporary foothold. They had to run around for days and had to deal with surprise attacks anytime and anywhere. No sound could be heard, and each of them fell asleep next to the tree, only a few piles of bonfires were crackling and burning.

The branch poked the firewood, and the flame became brighter, and the handsome and handsome face of the man holding the branch was reflected meticulously. The man was wearing a thick armor, and his whole body exuded a masculine toughness and calmness.There was no expression on the man's face, Xie Fei entered the temples, his sword eyebrows slightly twisted his eyes, staring at the bonfire in front of him, which was shaken by the wind, slightly lost in thought.

With a click, the tree branch was broken and the soft sound made the man's ears move.

"Don't sleep?" Guo Jia twitched at him and sat down opposite him.

Shang Chengen didn't nod or speak when he heard the sound, and didn't take his eyes off the fire.

Guo Jia casually picked up a dead branch from his side and threw it into the fire, obviously he didn't care about it, Shang Chengen remained silent.

Everyone has already slept soundly. In this season, the forest can't even hear the sound of insects. In that way, the moonlight shines through the bare branches and sprinkles mottled silver light on a piece of decadent, remnant branches and dead grass.The wind was very cold, with a sharp knife between them, raging arrogantly and cutting through the hard cold cotton armor on everyone's body, piercing through the skin and piercing the bone seams like silver needles.

Guo Jia raised his head and glanced at the man opposite. He had tough facial features and a burly figure. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had never seen anyone who could wear armor with such a mighty aura.

There was unwillingness and envy in my heart, but there was also a hint of jealousy.

His eyes glanced at the man's waist, and there were a few feathered arrows stuck in the quiver of the stone green leather bow. He looked at the quiver with a slightly dazed expression. In the breeze, as thin and white as Duan's slender fingers, he drew his bow again and again. Every time the man sighed reluctantly, frowned in anger, and pressed his lips tightly when he was in a hurry, he remained silent for a long time.

With some bitterness in his heart, Guo Jia lowered his head and took another short branch and threw it into the fire.

"What...was he like before?" Shang Chengen's eyes were deep and flat in the firelight.

Guo Jia was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood who the other party was referring to by "he". An inexplicable feeling spread in his heart, and he twitched the corner of his mouth.

Guo Jia never thought that one day they would sit together and talk about someone's affairs so peacefully.

"When I first met him..."

Very cool wind blows up the dead leaves all over the sky.

The cold moon is like ink, the two men, one making a statement and the other listening calmly, did not open his mouth. At this moment, all the hustle and bustle is covered up, and the watery color can be seen vaguely. The man is dressed in white clothes like snow. A wonderful painting was drawn on the Xuan stage.

Crazy drunk.

The Italian side is confused...

"...There is no one like him who is willing to spend a lifetime of infatuation for him."

Shang Chengen didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but at this moment, he suddenly got up and strode aside, raised his sword, unhooked the rein, stepped on his horse, and acted swiftly and resolutely without hesitation.

Guo Jia immediately stood up, "You can't be..."

"I'll go find him." The words "very decisive" made Guo Jia froze in place.

"drive!!"

Guo Jia suddenly came back to his senses, the man and the horse had already disappeared into the endless colors, and the sound of the horse's hoofs was blown away by the wind and could no longer be heard.

Clenching the branches in his hand, Guo Jia looked at the thick and deep color for a long time without moving. There was a fire burning next to his ear, and there was a slight explosion. Other than that, there was nothing but Ru Shui Ning.

He let out a breath unwillingly, and his lips curled up slightly, maybe he knew where he lost.

Among the solemn and heavy tree shadows, a figure riding a horse shuttled through the colors.

And what is Su Qingchi doing at this moment?No one knew that none of the other dozen or so people in the same camp slept soundly that night. Everyone had a thought in their hearts, but no one dared to say it.

This night, when the camp checked and counted the number of people, the man in the tent and the soldier with the roster knew that there was one person missing in the camp, but no one asked about the third child. Zhang Caigui grabbed the soldier who checked the camp, "Can you count again?" After looking at Zhang Caigui, he lifted the curtain and went to the next tent.

"Third brother, do you think fourth brother will be like Qiao Xiaogui..." The fifth brother Liu Wang unconsciously opened his mouth and said a word with great effort to set off the paleness of his face, which immediately made the tent as deadly silent.

"Shut up!" Zhang Caigui interrupted him with a slap, took a breath, stretched out his hand, wiped his face, took off his tiger hat, and slammed it on the bunk as if to vent his anger, "It's half past three. What are you doing? Don’t sleep? Huh?”

In the tent, they searched about everything for a while, and then sank into silence in a tacit understanding.

Qiao Xiaogui is a taboo name in this camp, no one wants to mention it, and even those who love to gossip about those good things, once this name is mentioned, they will shut their mouths and their faces will become ashen.

How many people died in the military camp a few years ago? If someone died somewhere else, it might cause a stir. Where is the military camp? Which one of these people doesn’t have his head tied to the waistband of his trousers, licking blood on the tip of a knife, and hangs himself by a strand of hair?Let alone one or two people die, it is not uncommon for the entire barracks to become piles of graves inhabited by jackdaws.

Liu Wang will never forget those two days of nightmares. First, the dawn was approaching, and the urgency to get out of bed touched the sticky liquid in his hands. He held the lamp and saw a man beside him whose neck was bitten off. Bai Sensen's neck bone looks horribly missing, Qiao Xiaogui stands beside her with a mouth full of blood, and her beautiful facial features are distorted by a sinister grin around her mouth.

The campers were so frightened by this sudden scene that their throats tightened, as if someone had strangled their necks desperately, none of the dozen or so burly men could move.

Qiao Xiaogui's eyes were hollow and gloomy, and his sinister laughter revealed a bloodthirsty joy. Everyone watched him drag the two corpses to the wild mountains outside the camp, and then squatted on the ground next to the dead corpses. No one knew what he was doing waiting for the gloomy moonlight. After passing by everyone, it was like falling into an ice cellar and chilling all over.

The bleak moonlight distorts wantonly on the dead trees, the red-eyed jackdaws perch on the trees, the strange light and shadow floats, the thick bloody and clear chewing sound in the air is vivid in my mind.

How on earth can you drive a person crazy like this?

No one knows, they only know that Mr. Qian called him over one day, that person was silent every day, in a trance, and often sat up suddenly for no reason, as if he was listening to something, and then got up numbly and walked out of the tent like an evil spirit. With dry grass clippings on his body, there was a cold air on his body.

Then finally one day he disappeared and came back, the whole person seemed to have just crawled out of hell, with a rotten and stale smell all over his body, like a walking dead.

He is no longer alone.

The gloomy and depressing atmosphere in the barracks continued for more than a month until the matter was alarmed and the superiors ordered him to be secretly buried alive.

A year after that incident, Liu Wang still hears screams coming from the dense forest in the distance. Only he knows that the dense forest cave Qiao Xiaogui once screamed heart-piercingly, and every sound reveals endless despair.

Liu Wang was watching everyone bury the beautiful boy whose soul had been hollowed out with shovel after shovel. He still remembered that after the pit was filled with soil, someone calmly threw out a sentence "filled".

Mr. Qian was standing on one side with a smile on his lips.

However, no one except him, Liu Wang, knew about this.

After dawn, the sky is still very gloomy and the wind is strong, but the sunny day is a bit weird.

The sound of horseshoes could be faintly heard from the east of the camp, and everyone couldn't help casting their gazes over. Sure enough, a man and a horse appeared in the yellow sand all over the sky soon, full of wind and dust.

Feng Ding's figure immediately became clear, his face full of vicissitudes but full of heroism.