strayed into fairy mountain

Chapter 59 [Zhang Jingxu, did you forget]

However, without waiting for Zhang Jingxu to open his mouth to ask, the question revealed the confusion in his heart at this moment.

The old man laughed wildly again, obviously excited, and said loudly: "Yes, this is the oath of the human race. Generous and tragic, without fear of life and death. Even if we are ordinary people, we have the fire of life to burn..."

He waved his hand subconsciously, as if holding the knife from the past, and said loudly: "On the way, we kept reciting the oath of the human race, and every day we used our own knife to cut our fingers and infect the blood."

"Go north without stopping. Every time we go to a county, new soldiers join us. First, the entire Dongmeng County, then Beihe County in the north, and then Taihang County, Xingxi County..."

"Thousands and tens of thousands of soldiers continued to join, and finally gathered into an extremely large army. We roared oaths every day, and the sound shook the sky and the earth."

"Gradually, some of us began to glow on our knives."

"Gradually, the fire of life appeared on some of our heads."

"And as the rapid march advanced, more and more soldiers learned the art of burning fire, and at this time, the second order was issued."

When the old man said this, he took a deep breath, his face was full of sadness, and there seemed to be a lot of fear in the sadness.

He suddenly gritted his teeth, growled ferociously, and said, "After the second order was issued, we finally knew what kind of battle we were going to fight. It turned out that it was a fierce ghost. It turned out that there are countless fierce ghosts in this world."

"These ferocious ghosts will form ghost tides to attack the world every once in a while. If we don't wipe them out, our human race will be finished."

"As for the elderly in the family, the nursing child, the daughter-in-law who is struggling, and the wife who is looking forward to her husband's return..."

"If the ghost tide cannot be stopped, they will all die. They are the relatives of each of our soldiers, and they will die tragically because of our failure in the war."

"So after the second order was issued, the soldiers overcame their fear in a short time."

"What about the devil?"

"We have to protect our loved ones..."

When the old man said this, there were tears in his eyes.

Zhang Jingxu breathed out with difficulty, and said softly: "The next story should be in the middle of a big battle, right?"

"Yes, in the midst of the battle!"

The old man nodded, but his expression was a little strange. He obviously fell into memory again, his face paled and flushed for a while.

After a long time, he finally spoke again, but his voice was very low, as if with an inexplicable depression.

"That is a strange forbidden place, it is said that it has existed for a long time."

"It's really scary. The boundless mist covers the sky, even in the daytime, but it's dark and cold."

"There are ghosts crying and wolves howling everywhere."

"Bone-piercing wind gusts."

"And when the hundreds of thousands of fierce ghosts rushed out, the horns of the human army also sounded."

"At that moment, we were actually terrified."

"But when we think of our loved ones at home, and those underage child soldiers in the army..."

When the old man said this, his eyes suddenly became fierce. He roared with a solemn voice, and said, "You can't let your relatives die, you can't let your baby die. If you really want to die, we elders will die first."

"When a middle-aged soldier ignites his life fire, laughs wildly and swings his knife towards the fierce ghost, as if a little flame ignites the world, countless of our middle-aged soldiers raise their swords at the same time."

"The oath of the human race resounded throughout the world. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers lit their fire and charged forward without hesitation..."

"Burn, burn, burn!"

"Only burn!"

"The fire of life was ignited, and the comrades fell, but the successors continued to charge without fear."

"Our mortal fire is so humble, but the humble fire of our hundreds of thousands and millions of mortals burns through the boundless mist that covers the sky and the sun."

"We actually won..."

"We actually won..."

"As a mortal, it's so difficult to fight against a fierce ghost. There are so many comrades who have fallen."

The old man's voice gradually became low, and he seemed to have dried up his tears.

Zhang Jingxu was depressed, and breathed out with difficulty. After a long time, he said softly: "Is there any more? The story should never end..."

The old man nodded and murmured: "Yes, the story is endless."

Suddenly he glanced at Zhang Jingxu, his eyes seemed to have some kind of deep meaning, and said: "But the next part of the story, the old man wants to skip ahead and not talk about it, and wait until everything about me is finished, and then tell this story at the end."

Zhang Jingxu was taken aback, brows slightly frowned.

Don't you want to skip the next part of the story?

Confusion arose in his heart, and he couldn't figure out what the old man meant, but he respected the old man's decision, nodded and said: "You can say whatever you want. But no matter what you say, you must have an understanding about the coffin... "

The old man chuckled, with a strange expression on his face, and said, "Okay, we should understand."

His voice became low and deep, and he slowly started to tell the story again, but it was obvious that the story had indeed skipped a long section.

"After the war, the soldiers retired, the old man came back alive, and the son also came back alive."

"Ugh!"

"Actually, it's better to be dead."

"Because my son was a child soldier at the time, he was protected by middle-aged soldiers. Although he joined our forward camp, he only lost a leg in the battle."

"I cut off his leg with my own hands."

"It's such a sad thing to cut off your own son's leg with your own hands. But you can't cut it off, because that leg is tainted with ghost energy."

"I lost my leg, but I saved my life. After I came back alive, the county government gave me a subsistence job. I worked as a boatman at the ferry outside the city."

Zhang Jingxu's eyes flickered, and he suddenly interrupted and asked: "Your son had one of his legs contaminated with ghost energy, so you had to cut it off for him yourself. What about you? Are you unscathed?"

The old man is silent!

Zhang Jingxu took a deep breath, and asked solemnly: "A child soldier who is protected can be contaminated with ghost aura on the battlefield, so a soldier like you who is at the forefront of the charge may be contaminated with ghost aura even more." ..."

"That's right, a lot!" The old man finally spoke, his throat sounded like a roar.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes turned fierce, and said: "After returning from the battlefield alive, the old man gradually noticed that something was wrong. I found that I was becoming less and less like a living person, but slowly transforming into a ghost..."

Finally this point!

Zhang Jingxuan felt awe-inspiring, and said solemnly: "It has been 15 years since the great war that year, and you have found that your situation has been so long, and you have not turned into a ghost from the beginning to the end... Zhang wants to ask, should you It’s not that you have so much merit that you can keep suppressing it.”

The old man sighed, nodded slowly, and said, "The old man used other methods."

Sure enough.

Zhang Jingxu's eyes turned cold, and he asked in a deep voice, "What way?"

After asking, without waiting for the old man to answer, he directly raised his hand and pointed to the coffin, and said, "Did you borrow this coffin? You used some kind of life-killing technique."

Although he asked this question, even with certainty in his heart, he really didn't want to hear that the old man would answer as he expected.

What makes people sad is that the old man nodded again, and said in a low voice: "Yes, it is this coffin. The old man uses it as a weapon to display his life-killing technique."

Zhang Jingxu suddenly roared, "Whose life did you take?"

Almost at the same time as he roared violently, he had already held the fairy stone on the coffin in his hand, and the light of merit emerged from his body, and the fairy stone suddenly glowed with thunder.

However, the old man didn't seem to be afraid, but instead let out a strange smile in his throat.

Between the laughing 'ho ho', he stretched out his hand tremblingly, stroked the coffin lightly and said, "Catcher Zhang, you have asked me so many questions, and I have always answered them truthfully, without any resistance. Now I want to ask the other way around. , if I have a question, would you be willing to answer it?"

Zhang Jingxu was startled for a moment, then with a solemn expression, he said in a deep voice: "If you have any questions, feel free to ask them. Although Zhang is not a gentleman, he is not a fool when he treats an old man. If I can answer your questions , then Zhang will definitely answer solemnly."

The old man gave a strange 'ho ho' smile again, nodded and said, "Okay, yes, that's a good point. If that's the case, I'm going to ask."

Zhang Jingxu's dark expression was even more serious, and he said, "You ask."

But the old man tremblingly touched the coffin, and said in a low tone: "First question, is the fate of the dying person fortune-telling? If I take the fate of the dying person, will I violate the court's law..."

Without waiting for Zhang Jingxu to answer, he asked again: "Second question, should I repay the kindness I receive? If someone has received the old man's great kindness, should he repay me?"

Still not waiting for Zhang Jingxu's answer, he asked again: "The third question, if the old man has not used the number of lives he has taken for himself, will Catcher Zhang let me go?"

Asked three times in a row, all of them were bizarre.

Zhang Jingxu frowned.

He faintly felt that these three questions seemed to be asking him, but in fact the old man was hinting at something to him...

But why hint?

Zhang Jingxu exhaled lightly, stared straight at the old man, and said in a deep voice: "The question is difficult to answer, why not explain it clearly."

He paused for a while, then said with a stern look on his face: "Uncle Liu, to be honest, Zhang came here today, and I'm afraid he won't be able to let you go. The technique of taking lives is strange and entangled. Since you used this evil In Zhang's eyes, he is an evil person."

But the old man raised his head suddenly, laughed loudly, and said, "Okay, really good. Sure enough, it's still that Zhang Jingxu, and it's really still that bad temper. But brother Zhang, don't you really remember me?"

"Or, because you have received too much kindness, you can't repay it. Since ancient times, the so-called kindness becomes hatred, so you choose to kill me?

"Even you don't just want to kill me, you also want to kill them, hahahaha, don't you..."

The old man seemed to be laughing, but his face was extremely sad.

Zhang Jingxu's expression was shocked, his hands and feet were frozen and he stood on the spot.

This old man, do you know him?

Subconsciously, he remembered what the old man said just now:

"There is a story in the great war, skip it for the time being and wait until the end..."

And that part of the story is probably about him.

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... [Author]: Chapter 2 is here, the number of words for today's update exceeds the limit, alas.

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