Zhou Yan had seen Xiao Yu's talismans before and had no objection to them. In fact, he had quite a few similar papers packed in exquisite boxes in his space.
He guessed that it was specially prepared for Xiaoyu.
In the county town in the late 1950s, bicycles were not as common as they were in the 1970s and 1980s, but the sound of bicycle bells could still be heard from time to time on the road, which startled and envied many people who were carrying or backing things while walking hurriedly.
Zhou Yan rode his bike with Xiao Yu and walked slowly with the group of cyclists, slowly disappearing from people's sight in the deepening dusk.
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In those days, hiding in plain sight wasn't easy, especially in places where housing was already scarce. The mere appearance of a new resident would immediately draw attention, making it even harder to guard against than the security cameras of later generations.
Zhou Yan and Xiao Yu didn't want to bother. Furthermore, they only ate meat from time to time, and their standard of living, even for a working-class family, was difficult to achieve.
The two men rode their bikes, blending into the crowd in the twilight. After a few seconds, they arrived in front of the dilapidated City God Temple on the edge of the county town.
This City God Temple was almost razed to the ground during the war.
There wasn't much incense left inside. Xiao Yu stood in the old temple site and tried to absorb it. Soon he had absorbed all the less than two thousand incense sticks left.
As an appendage, Zhou Yan did not actively absorb this time, so he only got a few hundred strands.
But it was these few hundred strands that made him feel the awareness of incense for the first time.
"Someone is refining the remaining consciousness in the martyrs' cemetery? What does that mean?" Zhou Yan muttered hesitantly.
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Xiao Yu didn't expect that it would be easy to get the more than a thousand incense sticks, and the subsequent consequences would be so serious. He pulled Zhou Yan and followed a few wisps of incense that turned into a five-pointed red star and teleported over.
In the desolate mountains and wild ridges, as night fell, the land where heroes who once defended their country lay buried. This should have been a place filled with righteousness, but now it was shrouded in a chilling atmosphere, making it seem particularly gloomy.
Xiao Yu's spiritual sense probed inside and revealed a figure brimming with yin energy, sitting cross-legged in the center of the cemetery. Beside this figure, several specially condensed ghosts, imbued with a particularly strong aura of blood, demonic energy, hostility, and ghostly spirits. These ghosts were currently confronting the ragged, flickering soldiers in the cemetery.
Xiao Yu recognized that the condensed ghost with blood and demonic energy all over its body was actually the dead Japanese soldier. He was disgusted for a moment and burned it with the power of incense without any hesitation.
As they burned, the originally blurry and transparent figures of the soldiers fighting against them became condensed.
Obviously, the man sitting cross-legged in the cemetery thought that Xiao Yu was provoking him, so he attacked the ghost soldiers without saying a word.
How could Xiao Yu let him succeed? At the critical moment, he had an idea, grabbed Zhou Yan, and stirred out a trace of the country's luck.
"Bang--" As soon as the light golden national fortune appeared, it turned into a huge golden-red five-pointed star, blocking several soldiers in the cemetery and blocking the attack of the black fog man.
Several soldiers, as if imbued with something, instantly soared several meters into the air. As they rose, the man enveloped in black mist was sent flying by an invisible force.
Zhou Yan and Xiao Yu stood on a high ground. With the help of the power of incense, they could only see the changes on the battlefield, but they had no idea how Xiao Yu was operating.
But the moment the pale golden light appeared, he seemed to see a prosperous and powerful country, a country that made the Western powers tremble, and with the support of this country, he calmly fought against all kinds of conspiracies and tricks.
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