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The night was dark, and the people in the posthouse had already fallen asleep. The lanterns on the corridor swayed gently in the night, making the courtyard even more quiet.

However, the torches were brightly lit outside the inn.

Countless Tibetan soldiers armed with swords, bows and crossbows surrounded the post house. Following the command from the leading general, they broke through the gate and broke in.

The inn, which was as quiet as water, was like a lake where stones were suddenly thrown into it, and ripples suddenly appeared.

The only strange thing is that someone suddenly broke in, but everyone in the posthouse seemed to be sleeping soundly, and no one came out to check. Even the guard who was supposed to be on patrol was nowhere to be found.

Looking at the house that seemed to be still sleeping, the leading general couldn't help but frown.

"Bang!" The soldiers kicked open the door of the bedroom, but there were no panicked screams inside, and there was no one in sight.

The same was true for the subsequent rooms.

The soldiers finally realized something was wrong: "General, there is no one in the room!"

The general's heart jumped suddenly. Could it be that he told them to run away?

The king has been asking people to keep an eye on this place secretly. It was clear that Princess Yong'an had appeared during the day, walking in the courtyard and feeding the fish. In the evening, I also saw many people walking around in the courtyard.

It would be fine if a few were missing, but there were more than a hundred Zhou people staying in the post house. How could they disappear out of thin air all of a sudden?

"Search for me!" The general frowned fiercely. He didn't believe this evil!

"Yes!" The soldiers obeyed the order and raised their torches to search elsewhere.

At this moment, I saw a group of figures coming from the corridor from far to near.

They were arranged neatly, and when they got closer, they could still vaguely hear the sound of their footsteps and the sound of the swords at their waists scraping against their clothes.

He is the patrolling guard in this inn!

The soldiers drew their swords and shouted loudly: "Stop!"

However, the team of guards remained unmoved and continued to move forward along the corridor.

When the soldier saw this, he said no more, raised his sword and slashed at the person in front of him.

But what is surprising is that when the blade touched the guard's neck, there was no feeling of cutting the flesh at all, and it just slipped past his neck so lightly.

The expected spurt of blood did not appear.

The guard didn't move his eyebrows and walked forward as usual, as did everyone behind him.

Everyone in the courtyard just watched helplessly as the team of patrol guards passed between the soldier's blades, and then passed through the soldier's stunned body. They continued to move forward along the corridor at the original rhythm, like a team. The wandering spirits patrolling the courtyard.

"Ghost!" someone exclaimed.

The soldiers in front couldn't help but retreat continuously, fearing that one of them would accidentally touch the group of wandering souls.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" The general raised his eyebrows, and there was a fierceness in his eyes.

He raised the sword at his waist and slashed behind the guard.

Just like the soldier before, the broadsword felt like nothing when it touched it. It passed through the body of the guard lightly and cut into nothing.

"General, this..." The deputy general next to him swallowed as he watched the guard continue to move forward as usual, "I'm afraid this is not a living person..."

"So what if he's not a living person?" He has been on the battlefield for many years, and there are countless dead souls under his command, so how can he be afraid of a few ghosts?

"If he's not a living person, then the general's sword may not be able to hurt him." A slightly hoarse voice came from behind.

Then, I saw a monk wearing dharma robes and being surrounded by people.

"National Master..." When the general saw the person coming, he quickly crossed his right hand across his chest and leaned down to salute. Tuochi nodded slightly, and then turned his gaze to the patrolling guard who was walking away in the corridor. Immediately afterwards, his feet moved slightly, and he followed the guard's figure.

Along the corridor, through the atrium, and then to several courtyards... In a time that is worth a stick of incense, we are back to the original place. This team of guard wandering souls also happened to patrol the entire post house.

So, the cycle repeats.

To anyone who looks at it, it looks like a perfectly normal patrol team.

The night was deep, the lights were flickering, and figures were walking around.

If he hadn't touched the other party personally, who would have imagined that the guard who was no different from an ordinary person was actually a living person?

While Tuochi followed the pace of the guard and walked around the post house, the general also ordered his soldiers to search the remaining rooms and courtyards carefully.

However, what disappointed him was that, except for the team of wandering souls, there was really no one in this huge post house.

After Xiao Lingjiang was poisoned during the banquet, Pei You used this as an excuse to expel all the Xibo people in the post house, leaving only Zhou people to serve him.

Now, those Zhou people have completely disappeared!

The general frowned and looked at Tuocheng: "National Master, look at this..."

"It's an illusion formation." Tuochi twirled the rosary beads in his hand, his voice low.

"From just now to now, the patrolling guards have not deviated even slightly from their footsteps. The sound of their steps and the friction of their swords and clothes are also the same as before."

"Look around again. The lights on the corridor are dancing, the branches and leaves in the courtyard are swaying, and the wind is blowing through the hall... How could their frequency changes not be following the same rhythm in a cycle?"

The general's expression changed greatly when he heard this: "In this way, we are in the middle of the formation now!"

Tuo Chi sighed softly and nodded helplessly. The moment they stepped into the post house, they were already in this illusion...

At this time, in a hidden courtyard in the royal capital, someone was holding a lantern and looking into the distance.

The night breeze is gentle, the wheel axis in the lamp rotates, and various colors of light and shadow are projected on the screen, and the picture keeps moving.

The maid who prepares meals in the morning, the boy who cleans the courtyard, the maid who brings tea and water, the guards who come and go, the master who strolls in the garden, and the house where he falls asleep at night...

The pictures are vividly displayed on it. If you get closer and listen carefully, you can seem to hear various noises coming from inside.

All the things people in Tibet see during the day and at night are like this revolving lantern that keeps turning.

Xiao Lingjiang lowered her head and looked at the lamp she was holding in her hand. The rotating shadow of the lamp made her eyes become more and more dazzling: "Tuochi and the others should join the battle at this time..."

Next to her, Pei You stood with his hands behind his hands and nodded when he heard the words: "Bon Religion and Tantric Sect have been fighting for several days. It's time for Muchizanpu to figure it out."

Once he figures it out, the first thing he will do is take their lives. As a result, there is no one in the Bon religion to help secretly, and it will only be a matter of time before this chaos is settled.

Xiao Lingjiang is proficient in mystical arts, and there are many masters of mysticism around him. Muchi Zanpu must send Tuochi to go with him in order to hit the target with one hit.

While the two were talking, they saw a bright starlight streaking across the sky in the direction of the post house, followed by a second and third starlight that flashed across the horizon and then disappeared.

Xiao Lingjiang smiled softly: "We're entering the battle."

"Send the signal to Master quickly." She waved her hand, and He Zheng immediately followed the order and left. (End of chapter)