Huangliang Inn

On the second floor of Huangliang Inn, Yan Jue closed the door, turned around and came to the screen, and lightly touched the copper bell hanging on the rack.Accompanied by the crisp bell sound, green smoke rises from the incense burner, gathers in the middle like a waterfall, and finally gathers in the copper plate, depicting a hazy scene of mountains.

The already spacious room, after the bell rang, the ceiling was nearly three floors higher, the walls automatically folded to both sides, and several rooms were all connected.

Six screens extend from the edge, one after the other solidly spliced.The blank fan pages were shrouded in black air, presenting tragic scenes of fighting on the battlefield.

Dozens of wooden beds are placed side by side on the ground, or suspended in the air by slings.The Yin soldiers are lying on the bed with their clothes together, and the guns and knives are placed by the pillow, within reach, and they can be used to fight at any time.

The last Yin soldier fell into a dream, and the company commander and the old man clasped fists at Yan Jue together.

Yan Jue nodded with a smile, moved his wrist lightly, and the indoor bell rang loudly, from slow to urgent, like a rainstorm.

The picture on the screen began to change, one frame after another flashed, and the slide show seemed to move fast, almost leaving afterimages.In the middle, it suddenly stopped in a valley, and trenches were arranged vertically and horizontally outside the valley. The soldiers were sweating like rain with shirtless arms, wielding shovels and shovels, and kept deepening the trenches.

In the county town farther away, teams of Japanese soldiers boarded trucks. In addition to rifles and mortars, there were two heavy artillery pieces.The muzzle opened, pointing in the direction of the defenders' position.

The war is imminent, and death is imminent.

Yan Jue struck the copper bell for the second time, and the sounds of the bells overlapped and gradually became regular.

Standing in front of the screen, seeing the shadowy soldiers appearing on the battlefield, he did not turn around and leave as before, but moved a wooden chair, took two steps back and sat on the chair, and fetched a silver bell from the air , to prevent abnormalities that may occur at any time.

Xia City, Fu House

Fu Ming was waking up from a nightmare.

In the dream, he returned to the battlefield decades ago and repeated everything he had done.Like a rat hiding in the dark, avoiding everyone, sending information to the county town, and personally sending the army up and down to a dead end.

The roar of the cannon was deafening.

He hid in the trench, watching the black smoke rising from the distant position, and saw a group of camouflaged Japanese soldiers touch the position, and when the regiment commander ordered to prepare for battle, he suddenly pulled the bolt from behind.

He thought he had forgotten, but to this day, he can still clearly recall the expression on the leader's face at that time, shocked, unbelievable, and finally turned into anger and hatred, and with his last breath, he swung the butt of his gun and threw it at him ...

Fu Ming was opening his eyes, staring at the painted roof, panting heavily.

The exquisite patterns were suddenly distorted, turning into grimaces, with bright red blood and tears flowing from the black eyes, the mouth opened, showing terrifying fangs, roaring at him, as if he was about to break free from the shackles and pounce on him in the next moment Bite his neck off.

"Come on, come on!"

Fu Mingzheng's face was pale, his limbs could not move, and the calling bell in his hand rolled to the ground.The white line on the bell was not far away, but he couldn't pull it no matter what.With nothing to do, he could only call out loudly.

"Is everyone dead? Come!"

After an unknown amount of time, when he was about to collapse, there was finally a sound outside the door.The tall, simple-looking nurse pushed open the door and saw Fu Mingzheng, who was sweating profusely, and asked in surprise, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

"Quick, take me out of here!"

"gentlemen?"

"I said get me out of here! Immediately!"

Fu Mingzheng was furious and roared loudly.The nurse didn't dare to hesitate any longer, quickly pushed the wheelchair and carried Fu Mingzheng onto it.

"Go, let's go!"

Fu Ming was constantly urging, his eyes were a little red.

He left the room in a hurry to get rid of the terrible "illusion", but he didn't notice at all that the nurse's hand holding the wheelchair was no longer thick, but became skinny in an instant, with blue veins on the back of his hand, and his right index finger and little finger were cut off by shrapnel.

As the wheelchair rolls forward, the sound of the rubber-soled shoes fades away, replaced by soft-soled cloth shoes.

Before reaching the stairs, the wheelchair stopped suddenly.

Fu Mingzheng was very dissatisfied, and was about to yell at him, when the person behind him suddenly walked around the wheelchair and walked in front of him.

Thin figure, pale face, silver hair, shabby but clean clothes.A pair of black cloth shoes under his feet.The corners of the eyes and mouth are covered with wrinkles, and the outline of the facial features is vaguely familiar.

"Brother, long time no see."

"You..." Fu Mingzheng's eyes widened, his face full of horror, "You're dead, you're clearly dead!"

Fu Mingsheng laughed silently, his smile was icy cold, and black air suddenly gushed out, connecting with the dead air that enveloped Fu Zhai.

Coiled by the black air, the surrounding scene was distorted, the stairs turned into a trench covered by bullets, and the magnificent living room became a battlefield where soldiers fought desperately.

"How come, how come?! Dreaming, this must be a dream!"

Fu Mingzheng was terrified, and kept telling himself that this was a dream, a nightmare.

A cold hand touched his neck, and ghosts appeared behind Fu Mingsheng. They walked out of the dead soldiers' bodies, with wounds left on their bodies when they died in battle.The scarlet eyes stared at him with endless anger and hatred, as if they were about to pounce on him the next moment and tear him to pieces.

"You are dead, you are all dead! How can the dead appear, get out, get out!"

Fu Mingzheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he became crazy due to fear.

It's a pity that no matter how he shouted, no one appeared except the heroic soul who died in battle.The nurses, nannies, cooks, gardeners and even the bodyguards of Fu Zhai seemed to have disappeared out of thin air and never showed up.

The only one who appeared was his grandson who was recuperating at home.

From the day he met Nine-Tails, Fu Jiazi contracted a strange disease, his whole body was weak, and his whole body ached when he saw light.He has memories about the bar, but he completely forgot about Kyuubi.Including the group of cronies, no one remembers either.

Hearing Fu Mingzheng's roar, wondering why the old man was going crazy, Fu Jiazi was full of irritability, and simply grabbed the quilt and covered it on top of his head.

I thought the nurses would go over to appease, but there was no sign of stopping after a long time.He could only reluctantly get up from the bed and push open the door.

He was taken aback by what he saw.

At the side of the stairs, Fu Mingzheng's wheelchair was half suspended in the air, but he himself didn't notice it. He fell into madness, yelling with red eyes.

"grandfather!"

Seeing that the wheelchair was about to roll off, he rushed up immediately, trying to grab him regardless of his weakness.

It's not because of family affection, but because he knows very well that if any accident happens to Fu Mingzheng and he dies, the people he suppressed in the past will definitely fight back, and he will never end well.

For the sake of his own life, the old guy must not die!

Before rushing to the stairs, he managed to grab the wheelchair.Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized that he had misjudged his own strength, and was pushed forward by a force of gravity, and it was too late to let go.

The two fell together with the wheelchair, rolled down the stairs, and were finally crushed under the wheelchair, with broken hands and feet and bloody head.

Fu Mingzheng hit the back of his head on the stairs, his brain was flowing, and he died on the spot.His grandson could still howl at first, but his breath gradually became weaker as the blood drained.When he took his last breath, he finally saw everything that Fu Mingzheng feared...

The Yin soldiers did what they said, and after Fu Mingzheng died, they forcibly pulled out his soul, one mouthful at a time, tearing up his three souls and seven souls, devouring them into their stomachs, leaving nothing behind.

Fu Mingzheng's grandson was not spared either.It wasn't the Yin soldiers who came to him, but the three girls who had been killed by him before and turned into ghosts to stay in the world, looking for opportunities to take revenge.

The girls were covered with black streaks all over their bodies, unable to swallow their souls like Yin soldiers, so they used their resentment to form sharp nails, and grabbed the enemy until they smashed his three souls and seven souls, and then wrapped them in black air, Grind them into fine powder.

Fu Zhai was entangled with death energy, and his blood was soaring, which naturally attracted the attention of ghosts.

Realizing what was going on in the house, Guichai's expression changed immediately, he crushed his waist card to send a message to the underworld, and at the same time sacrificed the soul lock chain, preparing to lock away a few grieving ghosts first, and then try to intercept the team of Yin soldiers.

The chain flew halfway, and was suddenly held by a hand, unable to move forward for half a minute.

A crisp bell sound came, and the phantom formed with spiritual power gradually solidified.

Recognizing who is in front of him, Guichai's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help crying.

"I've met you, my lord." The ghost messenger withdrew the soul chain and bowed to Yan Jue.

At the same time, colleagues who received his notification arrived one after another. In addition to more than a dozen ghost messengers who were patrolling nearby, there were also two hell judges.One is dressed in a black robe, holds a seal in his hand, and wears a sword at his waist, resembling a monarch in the spring and Autumn period; It was the dress of the Yin and Shang Dynasties.

Surrounded by judges and ghost messengers, Yan Jue didn't feel nervous at all, and played the silver bell with a very friendly smile.

Facing such a mirage dragon, not only the ghost messenger secretly complained, but also the judge was a little terrified.

The judge in battle armor glared at the ghost messenger who summoned him, did he have any discernment?It's not a good thing for this one to show up.Don't talk about observing, just rush to send them a letter. With such a work attitude, believe it or not, you will be deducted 800 years of wages? !