Grandpa seemed to know what was going on, and after a long while he said in a deep voice, "The ghost soldiers are borrowing the way!" Ghost soldiers? I was very confused and wanted to ask him, but he covered my mouth and made a gesture that I should not speak.

We quickly pulled our heads back from the crevice and retreated, hiding tightly behind the large rock.

Then I saw a group of people walking towards us at a leisurely pace. I could even see the shadow of the banners carried by the people in front. The group consisted of four people in a row, walking in an extremely orderly manner. Soon they came to us from the end of the rift valley in the distance, and the shadows of the mist became clearer and clearer.

As I watched, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. The people at the front of the procession were wearing tattered armor from the Shang Dynasty and carrying flagpoles, while others carried horns behind them.

Despite carrying such heavy loads, these people walked as if floating, making no sound, and moving extremely fast.

Looking at their faces again, I almost wanted to bite my own flesh off. They were all strangely long faces, with heads twice the length of an average person's. Everyone was expressionless and extremely pale.

Behind them came the thunderous sound of hooves, as ghostly figures clad in armor but with bloodshot eyes pulled carriages following behind them.

Under this blue fog, I could see everything clearly, but at this moment I could only see carriages, but not the drivers.

All I could see was a single light on each car, emitting a faint green glow. The things inside the cars were indistinct, so I had to stick my head out a little. Then I was almost scared out of my wits.

Those were human heads; every vehicle was piled high with human heads.

There were about twenty or so vehicles, each packed full of people.

They moved very slowly, but the aura filled with resentment was exceptionally strong. We were all able to hide behind the rocks, not daring to make a sound.

I've read about the so-called "ghost soldiers borrowing a path" in novels before, and I used to think it was fake. But now that I've actually seen it, it gives me the creeps.

The so-called "ghost soldiers borrowing a path" can be divided into three types: The first type refers to the phenomenon caused by the resentment of an army after its defeat in ancient or modern times, combined with the weather and geographical environment at the time.

The second type of ghost soldiers borrowing a path often occurs after a major disaster that has killed many people. These ghost soldiers refer to the ghost messengers and generals from the underworld who come to collect souls.

The third type is the war between the demon realms.

The phrase "ghost soldiers passing by" refers to a group of ghost soldiers escorting some wronged souls, revealing their true forms and being seen by people. However, according to legend, those who see this will die within a few days.

There have been stories circulating online about ghost soldiers using the road to travel. One such story took place in the Forbidden City. It is said that one night, a person walked past a narrow wall near the Treasure Gallery of the Forbidden City and suddenly saw a pair of people carrying palace lanterns in the distance.

He thought, "Everyone uses flashlights these days, who still uses palace lanterns? Could it be...?" But then he remembered that the Party taught us that there are no ghosts or gods in the world, so it must be an illusion or some natural phenomenon.

So I wanted to go forward and take a look, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't catch up with the group of people carrying palace lanterns. However, from a distance, I could see that they were indeed palace maids wearing Qing Dynasty cheongsams, carrying gauze palace lanterns and walking in an orderly fashion.

This terrified him. He collapsed to the ground, too scared to chase after them. Only when the lights disappeared did he slowly make his way home via another path.

The second time was during the Tangshan earthquake, when some people also saw similar things. At that time, during the disaster, many people died, and some firefighters saw a scene of ghostly soldiers passing by when they were in a daze.

Experts have offered explanations for this situation, citing the walls of the Forbidden City as an example.

The vermilion palace walls are rich in iron(III) oxide, a magnetic material that can record sound. In thunderstorms, lightning and iron(III) oxide react chemically, giving the city wall the ability to record sound like a magnetic tape.

However, there are also many disbelieving voices. I didn't believe it at first either, but now it's right in front of me, so I have no choice but to believe it.

Grandpa was also filled with doubts. This had never happened before. Why would ghostly soldiers suddenly appear here?

Shui Yanling's face turned pale. For ghostly beings like them, Yin soldiers and Taoist talismans are natural enemies that naturally suppress them.

Although Shui Yanling was somewhat confident in her strength and was not too afraid of facing this level of Yin soldiers, she did not want to be tainted by the aura of the Yin realm, otherwise the entire mortal world would not be able to accommodate her.

I don't know how much time passed before the horn sound faded into the distance, and the sounds of carriages and horses seemed to grow fainter. They emerged from the hole and headed in the opposite direction from where we had just come down the stairs, as if they were escorting something.

As soon as I came out of the stairs, I noticed that behind us was what looked like a canyon, which sloped downwards at a slight angle.

Now, seeing that group of ghostly soldiers heading in that direction, I couldn't help but wonder if the end of that canyon was the legendary hell. Thinking this, my heart pounded even faster, sounding particularly loud behind the extremely quiet rocks.

I quickly covered my chest, afraid that the ghostly soldiers would hear me. I didn't want to be dragged to hell by those ghostly things.

After an unknown amount of time, there was finally no sound, as if nothing had happened. The surroundings were unusually quiet, and Grandpa and Shui Yanling remained silent.

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