Old man Jiang Hai seemed to accept his fate and sat back on the ground. He stared at the campfire, no longer struggling, with bitterness written on his face.
At the same time, he pointed his finger into the depths of the heavy rain outside.
"There... is the end of life! They are here to take our lives. We have escaped many dangers in the mountains. But in the end, we could not escape the hands of King Yama."
Looking at the place where Mr. Jiang Hai pointed, everyone understood.
These were the shadows that everyone saw appearing on the edge of the canyon when they were resting last night!
Those green figures, each dressed in ancient costumes, were the guards of the ancient emperors. If ordinary people like them broke into the deep mountains, they would be killed by these ghost soldiers to prevent anyone from disturbing the mausoleum of the former emperor.
The people who reacted all looked unhappy, and stood in the tent as if they were facing a great enemy.
Mr. Fei pulled off the whip from his waist. At the end of the whip was a shining golden talisman, which was passed down from his master as a tool to ward off evil spirits.
He held it tightly in his hands and looked nervously into the depths of the rain.
Nangong Manyun sat beside Mr. Jiang Hai, holding his arm, with a tired look in his eyes. Perhaps dying in the depths of this cave, dying in such a beautiful scenery, might be the best relief.
Brother Chongzi and the others cursed while loading their pistols and taking out the explosives and placing them next to their bodies. As long as those things dared to come in, he would drag a few people with him even if he died.
As for the Purple Gold Taoist, he took out the Taotie Fang. Even though it had not left his body, it still exuded a very cold aura. Whether it was against a person or a dead object, it should have enough deterrent power.
The tent suddenly became quiet, and everyone felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts.
They could hear the noises made by the heavy rain falling on the tent, and at the same time... they also heard some strange noises!
It sounded like someone's whisper, or like the gnawing of some small animal!
Gradually, except for the light of the fire, the surroundings fell into complete darkness.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the darkness!
At this moment, everyone saw with their own eyes that in the depths of the rain curtain outside, countless gray-black, transparent figures were slowly approaching.
Some of the ghosts were headless and did not appear to be walking. They were floating in mid-air and slowly approaching.
Next to these ghost shadows are soldiers wearing bronze armor and riding tall black horses, who are driving away these ghosts.
Zhang Fan and others were on their way.
There were a large number of these ghosts, they looked ugly, and they were wearing tattered clothes, and you could even see some bones inside their clothes.
Nangong Manyun just took a look at the TV and was almost frightened to death.
What kind of people are these? They look so scary, their bodies are extremely pale, but covered with dark gray mist. They all have expressionless faces, just like zombies.
It was like a series of paintings drawn only with lime powder, pale and miserable, looking like nothing in sight, but with a strange and weird magic.
After the lightning, the sky and the earth fell into darkness again. Gradually, they appeared around the fire, only a dozen meters away from Zhang Fan and others. The rain penetrated their bodies and fell on the ground with crackling sounds.
There were no particularly scary screams, or a stressful atmosphere; everyone felt like they were watching a movie!
But everyone knows that all of this is true.
Mr. Fei was still able to remain calm, but Old Man Jiang Hai's face was already pale, and he had a vague feeling that his soul was being pulled out. Nangong Manyun and the others also began to feel panic and fear.
They believed that there were no ghosts or monsters in this world, but now these things appeared before their eyes. An extremely weird atmosphere spread among the crowd.
"Finally they are here!" When the ghosts were about to approach, Mr. Jiang Hai said calmly, "I have lived for a hundred years in vain. Today is my final day! I will no longer resist. I will return to dust. I will die if I die!"
Old man Jiang Hai let go of his hand, as if embracing death.
With the naked eye, one could see that his hair was rapidly turning from yellow to white, and then, one strand of white hair fell from his head!
His life span is rapidly dwindling, and he... is about to become one of these ghosts!
"Mr. Zhang Fan...something bad is happening!" Brother Chongzi exclaimed.
"Master... Old Man Jiang Hai is dying!" Taoist Zi Jin reminded.
Zhang Fan turned his head and glanced at Jiang Hai, and saw that the old man was really about to die here, and his soul was under the control of these ghost soldiers.
He couldn't help but shake his head gently: "No matter how strong a person is, he will still have fears and things he is afraid of. This is not your home, and you haven't completed your mission yet!"
Having said that, Zhang Fan put his hands behind his back and walked out of the tent.
When his words fell into everyone's ears, a warm feeling rose in their hearts!
But then Zhang Fan walked towards these ghosts, which made everyone in the tent look terrified.
"Mr. Zhang Fan, are you crazy... What do you want to do?"
Mr. Fei was so scared that he couldn't sit still. It would be fine if Mr. Jiang Hai died, but if Mr. Zhang Fan died! They couldn't make any progress in such a deep forest, because no one could guarantee whether such a strange incident would happen again. If Zhang Fan died! They had to return the same way, and then they would really get nothing.
"Zhang Fan... no... you can't do this!" Nangong Manyun struggled to stand up from the ground. It was not until this time that Nangong Manyun realized that his legs had lost their strength and he could not stand up.
When other people wanted to move, they also discovered the abnormality!
"What's going on? I can't even stand up!"
Brother Chongzi shouted in horror!
They had originally thought that if these methods didn't work, they could run into the deeper cave to hide, but now they knew that these ghost soldiers were not as easy to talk to as they seemed. When they approached them, they were already unable to move.
So at the critical moment, they could only watch Zhang Fan walk out of the tent and go up to greet those ghosts.
At this moment, everyone had indescribable complex thoughts in their hearts.
Because everyone was thinking about how to avoid these evil soldiers, but Zhang Fan never dodged, but instead won directly.
What did he want to do? Did he want to use his own life to stop these ghosts so that Mr. Jiang Hai could continue to live?
When they thought of this, everyone was shocked. ?
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