Chapter 330 Jinjiang
When the King of Hell appeared, Ye Li looked at the other party's calm and elegant eyes. In an instant, it seemed as if lightning struck his memory, making him vaguely remember something.
A handsome and unruly young man, fighting among the ghosts, a lazy glance like a large cat...
It was a scene that would make his heart beat faster whenever he thought of it.
Even though he was sure that as a general he had never encountered such a person.
But before Ye Li could figure out what was going on, he was pushed into the black fog by the King of Hell, and everything became invisible.
When he opened his eyes, he was already on another battlefield.
There was no city or corpses on the ground, only sand and wind, and the dark army coming towards them.
…No, those were not the soldiers he knew as a general.
Rather, they are ghost messengers and evil soldiers.
Ye Li felt that he should be surprised. After all, he had always scoffed at the talk of ghosts and gods. He believed in his soldiers more than ghosts and gods. He had never come into contact with anything related to ghosts and evil spirits, let alone understand them.
But strangely, he found that his heart was actually calm. He was not even surprised at the hideous and terrifying ghost in front of him.
It was as if he was already very familiar with these evil spirits.
Ye Li even found that facing the countless ghost officials coming at him in overwhelming numbers, his only remaining emotion was disgust.
Especially since there was a Taoist priest in Taoist robes not far away, who was advising him earnestly.
"Everyone recognized and respected your achievements as a general, but now that you are dead, shouldn't you let go of your obsession and hatred and quietly reincarnate? If you continue to be stubborn, you will disrupt the order of the world and trample on death! By then, not only will the world be in chaos, but you yourself will also face the wrath of Fengdu. Do you really want to see that happen?"
The Heavenly Master looked anxiously at the ghost who was gradually approaching from behind him. He was so anxious that he looked like he wanted to rush over and pull Ye Li away from the upcoming battlefield himself.
"General! Why are you doing this? Are you going to sacrifice your soul and the souls of your soldiers for a few common people? Fengdu is definitely not something you can defeat. You don't understand, but I do. Since ancient times, how could a living person or ghost defeat a ghost? Not to mention an existence like Fengdu. This is a battle that is destined to be a failure!"
The Taoist priest spoke till his mouth was dry, and stretched out his arms to block Ye Li, trying to stop the Fengdu ghost who was rushing over.
"If you realize your mistake now, it's not too late! You just need to leave the southwest, and leave the rest to me. I will calm the anger of Fengdu. Under your protection, countless people have been able to live in peace. You and your soldiers should not end up in Fengdu's prison."
Beside the Heavenly Master, there were many people wearing other standard robes. They held weapons and sharp blades in their hands, and were slightly restless and impatient with the Heavenly Master's actions.
"Why say so much to him? It has come to this. What should we do if Fengdu really gets angry and involves us?"
"If you ask me, just kill these ghosts! No matter how much they did in life, they are all ghosts after death. They should not stay in the human world."
"Yes, you can't stay!"
The crowd was excited.
But it is in such sharp contrast with Yeli's calmness and indifference.
Ye Li looked at those exorcists coldly, but he just found them ridiculous and couldn't even feel a trace of anger.
Only disappointment accumulated in his heart, until the words in his ears overwhelmed his perception of the ghost exorcist and he completely lost all expectations.
Ye Li raised his eyes and looked at the battlefield blocked by the Heavenly Master behind him, but he just stretched out his hand to brush the Heavenly Master aside.
"General!"
The Heavenly Master was greatly grief-stricken, with pity in his eyes.
"Why do you think ghosts trample death?"
Ye Li glanced sideways, casting a cold look with disgust on his face: "The ghosts and gods who control death have done something wrong, causing those who died with resentment to not even get justice after death, and unable to avenge themselves and quell their resentment. Since the old ones have decayed, new and correct ones must appear to replace the rules that can no longer take shape."
"In my opinion, the Fengdu you protect is the evil ghost that should be killed the most."
Ye Li raised his head, his voice was low and his eyes were firm: "If the heaven and earth don't give me this justice, then I will take it myself. Those people who died in the massacre... they should have their own next life, instead of accepting punishment because of resentment of death."
"If I don't want it, no one can snatch their souls from me and do whatever they want."
When these words were spoken, both the Heavenly Master and the exorcists from other sects were stunned and stood there in amazement.
"What treasonous words are you saying... How dare you be dissatisfied with Fengdu."
The Ghostbusters were stunned.
The others looked at the increasingly agitated Fengdu Ghost Messenger heading this way, scratching their heads anxiously and yelling angrily, "Aren't you afraid that all the sects will unite to deal with you?"
Faced with such an obvious threat, Ye Li simply sneered contemptuously, and completely shifted his gaze away from the ghost exorcist and turned to look at the army of Fengdu ghosts opposite.
After the exorcists said those words, Ye Li felt that there was no need for them to continue talking to him.
Different paths.
For Ye Li, the souls of the common people who were not understood and even looked down upon by the exorcists were his obsession that he could not let go of.
He failed to protect the people, which led to the destruction of Ye City and the death of people. The people died in resentment and pain.
At the very least, let him see the people off for the last time.
——Let them take revenge, quell their hatred, and then reincarnate smoothly.
If the heaven and earth are unwilling to give us justice after death, then there is no need for them to continue to exist.
Since Fengdu is so cruel to the ghosts who have suffered so much, then he...
Just kill Fengdu!
Ye Li clenched the sword in his hand.
Behind him, a hundred thousand ghost soldiers with flags flying, looked astonishingly powerful. A dim green light wrapped around the ghosts. The heroic souls of the soldiers followed him, galloping thousands of miles to question Fengdu. Even if they were small and powerless, they would die on the battlefield and fight for justice after death!
The Great Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu has never seen any human beings, but it doesn’t matter.
Since the Great Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu doesn't want to watch it, he won't have to watch it again in the future.
Ye Li thought so indifferently, his sharp eyes like a knife blade, looking straight at the ghost rushing towards him in the wind and sand.
He slowly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Fengdu.
Under the general's order, 100,000 ghost soldiers rushed into the battlefield with high morale and full of anger.
Even though the opponent was Fengdu, the soldiers had no intention of retreating or fearing.
They knew very well that if they failed to defeat Fengdu, their fate would most likely be to die on the battlefield. Having offended Fengdu, who was in charge of death, they would be reduced to ashes and would never be reborn.
But so what!
Since this is their last battle, they should do their best! For them, for the people, and for the millions of ghosts who died unjustly, they should question the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth!
The exorcists were so frightened by this elite army that remained brave and sharp even after death that they turned pale and fled in panic on the fierce battlefield.
They couldn't understand why, after facing Fengdu's might, this army still had the courage to confront Fengdu.
But the soldiers are very clear that their obsession has turned into unbreakable steel bones, supporting their souls. What does it matter even if the opponent is far stronger than them?
As long as the obsession persists, I will never give up!
The exorcist fled in panic from the battlefield between ghosts and gods.
Ye Li, however, moved forward firmly, with the tip of his sword pointed directly at the Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu.
In this battle, the sky and the earth changed color, and sand and rocks flew everywhere.
The entire southwest became their battlefield. In every ray of wind and light that no living being had ever noticed, they put all their moral principles into a fight to see who was right and who was wrong, who was weak and who was strong.
The ghost was beaten so hard that he wanted to retreat, but the soldiers became more and more courageous, riding their horses forward and advancing straight into the enemy's territory.
The last sword chopped down heavily.
The Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu looked at Ye Li in disbelief. He never thought that a tiny ghost could actually hurt the ghosts and gods who were high up on the altar.
And he proved this with his own death.
The Great Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu died and Fengdu became the forgotten old Fengdu.
The Great Dao lowered its eyes and saw a new Fengdu rising from the ground in the distance. With a loud bang, it recognized Ye Li's Dao.
On the battlefield filled with ghostly aura, Ye Li turned around and looked towards the land in the north.
He waded across the Lishui River, traveled through Ye, and ascended to the position of ghosts and gods.
As long as he completely abandons his former mortal self, he can leave the battlefield in the southwest, head to the new Fengdu, and become the lord of Fengdu.
But, at the moment Ye Li took a step forward, the words of the King of Hell echoed in his mind again.
The one who was wrong was the perpetrator, not the guardian. The death of those people in Ye... was not his fault.
Ye Li stood there, stunned.
He raised his eyes to look at the high sky, but the hand hanging by his side moved, loosening the long sword that he had been holding tightly.
The guilt that I have been unwilling to look back on...
In fact, is he the one who confined himself to a prison?
Yeli was rarely caught in a situation where it was at a loss and unable to make a decision.
But in his field of vision, the figure that had flashed by before seemed to reappear.
The man leaned lazily on the side with one hand in his pocket, his black coat supported by his straight and strong shoulders. He grinned and glanced over nonchalantly.
But it shocked Ye Li.
At that moment, the glance from the young man split the restrictions of heaven and earth on Ye Li, allowing his originally suppressed and stripped memories to re-emerge like a flood.
The first name that rushed into Ye Li's mind was——
Yan, Shi, Xun...
Ye Li whispered the young man's name softly, the sound lingering between her lips and teeth, as if the name had a mysterious power that could overcome anything in the world.
Even though Ye Li lost all his memories, he still fell in love with Yan Shixun at first sight. His love and desire for Yan Shixun allowed him to break through all the shackles and run towards his lover.
He laughed softly, and his eyes were no longer as cold and murderous as before, but were filled with a smile as warm as spring water, and he looked at his lover with extremely gentle eyes.
Ye Li knew that he had to go back.
He had promised his lover that he would return immediately, and he was unwilling to break his promise.
Someone was waiting for him, waiting for him to come home.
That was a treasure that he had put in his arms with great difficulty, how could he forget it?
The King of Hell's reminder planted a seed in Ye Li's soul, allowing him to retain a sense of clarity as an outsider in the chaos of losing his memory. With the King of Hell's words as an introduction, Ye Li finally found the point of force, enough to break the cage he had drawn for thousands of years.
The love for Yan Shixun and the renewed expectations for the world because of Yan Shixun finally made the buried wound begin to heal slowly.
The moment Ye Li figured everything out, the entire world around him began to shake violently, and collapsed bit by bit with a huge roar.
Nothing can imprison Ye Li's soul anymore.
The vast universe is omnipresent.
"Even the past that I don't want to look back on is a part of me..."
Ye Li raised his eyes and looked towards the direction of Ye, his gaze long and filled with a sigh.
But there was a hint of smile on his lips.
Shi Xun was still waiting for him, and he wanted to return to Shi Xun as soon as possible.
He didn't want to be separated from his lover for even a minute.
…
After parting with Ye Li and the King of Hell, Yan Shixun continued to walk deeper into the cave.
Even though there is a ball of light in the hand to illuminate the road under your feet, the terrain in the cave is complex, and the rugged rocks are hidden dangers. Mistakes will occur if you are not careful.
This made Yan Shixun extremely alert. He pursed his lips tightly and focused on the environment around him.
Just as he had guessed when he saw the stairs carved out of the stone wall, since the first generation of villagers transported the corpses into the cave, the villagers had never thought of letting anyone else in and disturbing the soldiers sleeping there.
Therefore, the villagers did not leave any marks in the cave for Yan Shixun to use as a reference to find the direction to the burial site.
This was a great test of Yan Shixun's own judgment, as he had to do his best to find traces of past footsteps from any tiny detail on the stone walls and the ground in the cave, and try to follow the footprints of the villagers to find the burial place.
But this is easier said than done.
A thousand years is enough to cover up all traces left by humans. Even if there were clues and signposts left, they would have been completely erased over the millennium.
Not to mention that the cave itself is changing, and both the terrain and structure are likely to be different from thousands of years ago.
It's even more difficult.
As a ghost exorcist, although Yan Shixun is not arrogant, he has always believed that there are few things he doesn't know.
Whether it is Feng Shui, fortune telling, the Six Yao, the Twenty-Eight Constellations, or many schools of Taoist scriptures, although he does not usually show his talents in these areas, and only helps people exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts when walking around the streets, and is unwilling to tell fortunes for others even if it only takes a minute, but this does not mean that he is not good at it.
On the contrary, Yan Shixun is very accomplished in Feng Shui and divination, and among the younger generation of exorcists, no one can match him.
Even among Taoist Priest Song Yi or Taoist Priest Li, the only one who could surpass Yan Shixun was Taoist Priest Li.
After all, he has the appearance of an evil spirit in his bones and is extremely talented. Few people in the world can match him.
But even so, Yan Shixun still felt a little bit difficult in such a complex terrain as the cave.
Caves are different from those on the ground. If you really can't tell the direction of the terrain, you can try to observe from above, or you can use the stars or divination to calculate the direction.
If you get lost or go in the wrong direction here, it is difficult to get back on the right track. It is more likely that you will go deeper and deeper along an inexplicable fork in the road and not know where you are going.
However, when you are close to the burial ground of ghosts and gods, all methods are ineffective. Even the compass will only disrupt the magnetic field, and the Tao is powerless.
Yan Shixun could only rely on himself, relying on his own insight and intuition, to grope his way closer to the burial site.
Yan Shixun smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking to himself that this trip to the cave was not a fruitless one, at least he unexpectedly discovered that there were things he was not good at.
For example, tomb robbing.
After jumping over the boulder and crossing the gurgling underground river, Yan Shixun stood on the rock, took a breath, and looked up.
The cave, which never sees the sun, is like a huge natural mausoleum. It does not need any man-made mechanisms, and the natural terrain alone is enough to be dangerous.
Even Yan Shixun, when faced with numerous crossroads, had to think for a long time before making a careful choice.
All he could rely on was his common sense judgment about the burial site.
Since the villagers were grateful for the soldiers' kindness and took the risk to collect the soldiers' remains, they would definitely not choose a place with bad feng shui to bury the remains.
Even if conditions are limited, they will definitely try their best to choose a location with good feng shui and make the burial site difficult to be discovered, and avoid being disturbed and destroyed.
Thousands of years ago, in such a situation where everyone was afraid of danger, the villagers chose the cave based on their familiarity with the local terrain. They also knew that the cave was connected in all directions and there were countless underground rivers. It was very likely that someone would enter the cave from other places or come in through the underground river.
If the burial site is accidentally discovered by other people, not only will the rest of the corpses be disturbed, but even the villagers themselves will be in danger and may be harassed and killed by new forces.
So they will choose...
Yan Shixun looked towards the higher ground in the cave.
The villagers will definitely choose a burial site as far away from the underground river as possible.
Even better, it would never be flooded.
But how could the villagers predict what would happen in the future? After all, the topography of the cave is not static, and the villagers who have lived here for a long time must know this.
Based on their familiarity with the cave, the most important judgment they could make was...
Perhaps, it is a dead end road with extremely high terrain.
These requirements can only be met at the same time if there are no gaps between the mountains so that the water from the underground river cannot flow in, the terrain is very high, and there are no paths leading to other directions.
Yan Shixun thought about it this way and felt more at ease.
The area of the cave is extremely large. Yan Shixun roughly estimated while walking that the most spacious cave hall he walked through was probably as big as dozens of stadiums, and the highest point was dozens of meters high, as if the entire mountain and the underground had been hollowed out.
However, the narrowest part was so narrow that even someone with a sturdy physique like Yan Shixun had to hold his breath and tighten his abdomen in order to barely get through.
In some places, there is only one entrance, through which one can observe the flow of the underground river, but there is no possibility of going down at all.
This posed a great obstacle to Yan Shixun's judgment of the terrain.
Fortunately, although he is not a geologist or a professional explorer, he has accumulated enough experience in dangerous terrain through years of traveling all over the country. He can often avoid danger under his feet and subconsciously choose the right path by relying solely on muscle memory and danger intuition.
Another thing that helped Yan Shixun was the traces of man-made carvings left on the mountain wall.
As Yan Shixun expected, the previous villagers used a large number of tools in the cave.
In addition to the simple but effective stone stairs chiseled out of the stone wall, the villagers also used ropes, roller skates and other items to ensure that the remains of the soldiers could be smoothly transported to the burial site they had chosen.
After all, according to the rumors told by the King of Hell, thousands of years ago, the corpses in Ye disappeared overnight. In order to avoid being discovered, the villagers only had one night and had to retreat at dawn.
In such a tight time, even though it was rumored that the nearby villagers were called upon to go to the battlefield, there were as many as 100,000 skeletons left behind by the soldiers. Such a number was far beyond what the villagers could bear.
Even if one villager was responsible for two corpses and kept shuttling between the battlefield and the mountains, those villagers could not move all the corpses in one night and send them to the underground cave smoothly.
The only possibility is that they used a large number of tools and formed an assembly line-like operation, which enabled them to transport a large number of corpses in the shortest time.
Otherwise, there wouldn't have been some versions of the rumors at the time saying that the gods were angry and took away the corpses on the battlefield in Ye.
After all, being able to achieve this level was indeed like a miracle from the perspective of that time.
Yan Shixun stroked his chin and went over the rumors that the King of Hell had told him in his mind again. He then compared them with the environment in front of him and struggled but patiently tried to find clues that might have been left over from thousands of years ago.
Just like sifting fine sand, not missing any small details and possibilities.
Fortunately, those rope skates and some simple homemade tools have left more or less marks on the stone walls and the ground.
Yan Shixun was even more fortunate because it was winter, the best season of the year to explore caves.
During the summer flood season, the rivers on the ground will rise in water, and the water level of the underground rivers will also rise rapidly, even filling up some narrow and low places in the caves.
At that time, let alone clues, he couldn't even think of entering the cave. Unless he turned into a mermaid and swam in, he would be drowned.
The water level of the underground river is now very low, and has almost completely retreated below the stone wall, leaving the stone wall completely exposed to Yan Shixun's eyes for exploration.
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Although some low-lying areas have had all possible traces erased due to years of underground river erosion, fortunately, there are few underground rivers that can flood the higher areas, so most of the traces have been preserved.
Whether it is the scratches left by carving knives and axes, the hemp rope that has rotted to the point of almost becoming a pile of mud, or the devices left over from that time.
These became signposts guiding Yan Shixun to his burial place.
The water vapor from the underground river rushed over, and the temperature in the cave was extremely low, making Yan Shixun feel as if he was in an ice cellar.
Fortunately, after choosing several forks in the road, he gradually found the right direction, and the traces on the stone wall proved his guess. This cheered him up, and after having a goal, he could ignore the cold around him and move forward towards the burial ground.
The bad environment caused Yan Shixun to consume a lot of his physical strength, making it much more difficult for him to move than on the ground.
In addition, when he left the southwest, he still had some unhealed injuries on his body, which caused Yan Shixun's condition to deteriorate rapidly. Before his burial site was found, his face had turned pale, and even his lips, which were rosy in the past, were now pale and bloodless.
Yan Shixun had to stop and lean against the stone wall to catch his breath.
He could feel the blood slowly spreading across his arms and chest, wetting the bandages.
After all, the terrain in the cave was not flat, and there was an underground river flowing. Yan Shixun often had to make large movements to avoid dangerous places, which resulted in the bandages being torn off, causing the wounds that had already begun to heal to reopen.
Yan Shixun raised his hand to test his wound, and his slender fingers kept pressing on it to confirm the current condition of his wound.
The pain spread through his muscles and bones, causing him to groan in pain, but he quickly swallowed it back.
After a short rest, Yan Shixun walked back to the fork in the road he had guessed, with firm steps.
He had been following his own guess, choosing to walk towards the higher fork in the road and checking as much as possible to see if there were any dead ends.
When the sound of flowing water gradually became inaudible, the water vapor weakened, and the temperature began to drop, a smile finally flashed in Yan Shixun's eyes.
Almost there.
——A burial ground far away from the underground river, hidden deep inside and not easily discovered.
After squeezing through the narrow gap in the mountain and turning two bends, the sound of water completely disappeared from my ears.
The scene before me suddenly became clear.
Under the illumination of the ball of light, the carved mountain walls around him were all displayed before Yan Shixun's eyes.
The empty cave hall was more than ten meters high. Looking around, there were no other paths except the one he had walked in. The closely connected mountain walls seemed to be one whole, without any gaps that could allow the underground river to seep in.
Everything was just as he had guessed.
The most important thing is that right in front of Yan Shixun, there stood a huge stone tablet. When he brought the ball of light in his hand closer, he saw the words engraved on it.
"Yedi Soldiers' Tomb"
The stone tablet was carved in the same way as the patterns of rare animals, mountains, rivers, sun and moon used by the imperial court in the past, but it was much cruder than what Yan Shixun had seen in museums and ancient buildings.
It was not carefully carved by a skilled craftsman, but was simply carved clumsily by a stonemason with a little strength, based on his impression of the pattern.
But in Yan Shixun's opinion, compared with those exquisite stone tablets that represent honorable status after death, this stone tablet erected here by the villagers is far more meaningful and glorious.
This is the glory that was crowned for him by the people who Yeli once protected. It embodies the villagers' tearful gratitude and emotions, which is far from being measurable by dead objects.
Yan Shixun subconsciously held his breath, stretched out his hand towards the stone tablet that was more than one meter tall, wiped along the dusty stone surface, and slowly stroked the inscriptions exposed from the dust with his fingertips.
Although the carving was done in a hurry and was rough, it was enough for Yan Shixun to see the content of the inscription clearly.
From the description on the stele, he also learned the truth that had been buried by true and false rumors thousands of years ago.
These inscriptions all came from the villagers who collected the corpses. Every stroke they solemnly carved spoke of what they considered to be the most praiseworthy achievements of the soldiers.
The elite army, which had never been defeated, took root in a remote town.
When they first stationed their troops here, the people were all in awe of the soldiers, fearing that, as in the past, a small mistake would bring disaster to their entire family.
It is better to quarrel with a scholar than to argue with a soldier. This was the consensus a thousand years ago.
No one dared to mess with a military commander who was filled with murderous intent, let alone an elite army that was well-known for its reputation.
But these new soldiers broke people's old impressions.
Although the leading general was fierce, stern and intimidating, he was surprisingly not a scary person.
He would restrain his soldiers from disturbing the peaceful lives of the people, order them to respect the people nearby, use money to buy food from the people instead of forcibly requisitioning it like other armies, and help the people resolve disputes and maintain public order.
When this elite army was stationed there, the people living nearby were able to enjoy a rare moment of peace from the chaos of war, and some even had the illusion that they were living in a prosperous era.
The people began to get close to the soldiers and looked at them as if they were their own children who had been conscripted away from home, with love and affection.
The soldiers would also help the people harvest crops and build houses during the busy farming season, and they would even stand up for the people and drive away officials who levied unreasonably high taxes.
The people were all grateful to the commander and the soldiers, and felt that it was a blessing they had earned in several lifetimes to be able to meet such a large army.
However, the battle in Ye broke all the peace.
Precisely because the commander is deeply loved by the people wherever he goes, and is known as the invincible god of war, he alone supports the beliefs and expectations of countless people, not to mention his brave and capable subordinates.
Therefore, the new forces were extremely wary of Ye and were determined to kill this team here at all costs.
Even the people of Yecheng could not escape the massacre launched by the new forces.
When the people from the nearby villages who had hidden in the mountains came out again, they were saddened and shocked when they saw the corpses scattered all over the battlefield.
Many people wanted to collect the bones of the soldiers, but the new forces were determined to humiliate this army. Even after the death of the soldiers, they cruelly wanted to make them become wandering ghosts without any dignity.
The people who were unwilling to bear the loss gathered secretly to discuss how to deal with the situation. They made preparations, sneaked into the battlefield at night, and hid all the corpses they brought back in the cave, not wanting anyone to disturb the peace of the dead soldiers.
The soldiers protect the happiness and peace of the people on earth, and the people are also willing to protect the soldiers after their death.
The people who wanted to guard the remains of the soldiers gathered together spontaneously and moved to the vicinity of the cave to form a village. In order to keep the secret, they rarely communicated with outsiders.
They call themselves the last people of Ye. As the gravekeepers of Ye, they live a secluded but peaceful life in the deep mountains far away from the world.
Every crooked word carved on the stone tablet is filled with the tears and gratitude of the villagers thousands of years ago.
The clumsy and simple inscriptions, which sometimes contain typos, are far more touching than any poems written by famous people and passed down through the ages.
Yan Shixun carefully deciphered the contents of the text from the indentations left by his fingertips. When he had read halfway, his eyes were red and hot, and his throat was choked with sobs.
Just from the inscription, he could imagine the scene of that year.
The most brutal wars and massacres, and the villagers who risked their lives to collect the bones...
Among the people whom the villagers loved and appreciated so much, there was one who was his lover.
Before this, Yan Shixun only knew that Ye Li was the lord of Fengdu, but he had never realized so deeply that Ye Li was also an excellent general.
More than ten years ago, the general covered in blood and broken armor that he met at the market had also once been full of vigor and vitality and galloped across the battlefield.
In order to protect the people, the general gave up his life.
A warm current surged into his heart, and at the same time, a sense of pride and pride also emerged. Yan Shixun lowered his eyes, but laughed softly.
At this moment, he felt his true love for Ye Li.
How could he not love such a general, such a lord of Fengdu?
"Ye Li..."
Yan Shixun stared at the stone tablet in front of him with soft eyes, as if he had penetrated through a thousand years of time and saw the general who was so persistent that he even shook the heavens and the earth.
He didn't like to make connections with others at will, but he also didn't expect anyone to understand his choices. He always walked alone like a lone wolf, and even when he was surrounded by abuse and accusations, he never wavered in the path he adhered to.
He never expected anyone to be by his side, let alone think that anyone could understand him and walk with him all the way.
But Yeli did it.
That’s not all.
The more Yan Shixun explored Yeli, the more he realized that this man's persistence and morality were so similar to his own.
It's like they were meant to be together.
Every step closer to Yeli, Yan Shixun would discover new surprises.
The original stranger unexpectedly became a lover accepted by him and even kept in his heart and soul.
Yan Shixun couldn't even find a reason why he shouldn't love Ye Li.
In the deserted and cold cave hall, Yan Shixun's low laughter echoed and overlapped repeatedly. He couldn't even conceal his surprise and love, and he was proud of Ye Li.
"Looking for the remains of a loved one is a novel experience."
Yan Shixun slowly stood up straight. He raised his head and looked towards the cave hall behind the stone tablet, his eyes gentle but firm.
Then he stepped over the stone tablet and strode towards the chiseled stone wall.
Thousands of years ago, the place was carved out into a tomb by kind-hearted villagers with great difficulty, thus preserving the remains of soldiers in peace for a thousand years.
And now, Yan Shixun has to find those bones so that Yeli can accept himself a thousand years ago and become a great being far beyond ghosts and gods.
Demand justice for the descendants of those villagers who were massacred and died in hatred.
In the abandoned charity cemetery above the cave, those headless corpses still have a grudge that refuses to dissipate. Their souls wander in the mountains. Because their bodies are incomplete, they cannot leave, so they can only wander here in confusion. Even after death, they continue to guard the tombs in Ye.
But they didn't deserve to end up like this.
Yan Shixun wanted to escort their souls to reincarnation so that they could have the peaceful and happy next life that they deserved.
so……
Yan Shixun calmed himself down and placed his palm firmly on the stone wall.
“Squeak, snap—!”
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