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Chapter 309 80. Ancient battlefield

Zheng Yun looked carefully and saw that the human hand was so withered that only a piece of skin was left, tightly attached to the bones, but the blood vessels under the skin were abnormally swollen and knotted, and the color was dark green to faintly black.

This must be a living thing.

Although the light over there was dim, everyone could still see that blood was flowing rapidly in the dark green blood vessels.

"What on earth is this?"

Ji Dao opened his eyes wide and stared at the human hand in the sarcophagus, but he still couldn't recognize where it came from.

"Is it dangerous?"

Zheng Yun asked the ghost general beside him in a low voice.

The human hand on the sarcophagus must be a figment of a ghost's dream. It is absolutely impossible for the rotten wooden coffin and rotting corpse in reality to have a hand, and it has nothing to do with the skinny human hand.

"..."

The ghost general looked at Zheng Yun silently.

The two of them never spoke to each other from the beginning to the end. They never even nodded or shook their heads. There were only some instinctive reactions of the body. Zheng Yun really embarrassed them by asking them questions.

However, the ghost general still had some reaction.

They slowly stood up from the ground, holding on to the long and narrow ghost swords at their waists, and moved deeper against the corridor wall with their backs.

After moving a few steps, the ghost general looked back at Zheng Yun, as if he was teaching Zheng Yun how to move. Only by moving forward in this way can he avoid the attack of the skinny hands.

"Walk."

Zheng Yun immediately followed.

They were carrying compressed oxygen bottles in reality, but they disappeared after entering the ghost dream. They were replaced by ancient-style backpacks, and each of them was carrying one.

There is no time to open the backpack and check it now, otherwise Zheng Yun really wants to see what the modern flashlight will look like in the ghost dream, whether it will turn into a torch or an ancient lantern.

However, according to the female version of the ghost general, the flashlight should have turned into a lantern. They had been holding the flashlight, but at this moment, it turned into a delicate lantern with pure white light.

There are also black jade pillows.

This thing should not change in ghost dreams, because whether it is himself or Ji Dao Ghost General, the black jade pillow looks exactly the same in the eyes of all of them.

Moreover, the black jade pillow is an ancient object, even if it enters this antique ghost dream, it can be blended into it.

"Master Immortal, do you feel like you have become an immortal? I feel so light all over now, as if we have all become masters." Jidao lowered his voice.

"What does it feel like?"

Zheng Yun was shocked again.

Where does the so-called sense of immortality come from? Could it be that in addition to the candle-skinned woman and the dead corpse in the sarcophagus, there are other ghosts and ghosts around, and they have been infected quietly?

"We are actually in the water, but this corridor is land. Every step we take is light and we can leap far away. We can also float in place, like an expert who is about to become an immortal."

Ji Dao answered.

"Why didn't you say that all of us know the voice transmission technique?" Zheng Yun glanced at Jidao and asked.

In reality, they all carry walkie-talkies, just under the diving mask. Even if they speak in a small voice, they can be heard clearly, but at the same time, it cannot be transmitted to the outside world.

This is exactly the same as the sound transmission technique.

Isn’t this how the legendary Taoist master talks like this? They can communicate by whispering even if they are miles apart.

"It really is."

Ji Dao nodded repeatedly.

A few people walked forward close to the wall, and occasionally exchanged a few words without saying more, so as not to disturb the monsters here.

He turned around and looked behind him.

The dead body in the sarcophagus has been hidden in the darkness. There is a layer of black mist in the air in the corridor, which seems to correspond to the black sand in the lake in the real world.

Once the distance becomes greater.

They can't see anything.

So no one knew whether the withered corpse walked out of the sarcophagus or followed them in the darkness.

Click.

Another muffled sound.

Several people looked towards the source of the sound. Less than one meter away from them, a sarcophagus was opened almost close to their bodies. This time, no dead hands came out, but a head emerged.

Clang.

Ji Dao drew his sword directly.

But the ghost generals remained motionless. They kept holding on to the hilts of their swords, but never drew their swords when danger struck.

"Don't do it."

Zheng Yun quickly shouted stop.

There must be a reason why ghosts cannot move. Perhaps this kind of dead corpse in a sarcophagus cannot be killed with a sword at all.

And this thing is fictitious.

Ji Dao drew his sword and slashed at the corpse. In reality, it was just a false slash, and it could not hit anything except the lake water.

Wow.

They were motionless, but the withered corpse moved very quickly. As soon as its head popped out of the sarcophagus, its body suddenly jumped up, and a black shadow flashed past and rushed in front of the ghost general.

It is closest to the ghost general.

The first target is also the ghost general.

Zheng Yun and Jidao were both breathless. The speed of the corpse was beyond imagination, and they all saw that the corpse was holding a long knife in its hand. The blade was broken but the murderous intent was even stronger.

Wow.

The light of the sword pierced the black fog.

The sharp tip of the knife went straight to the heart of the ghost general. This knife was so close that the distance of one meter was reached almost instantly.

The stabbed ghost will remain motionless.

The other ghost general moved, but it did not draw its sword to kill the corpse, but retreated half a body at this moment.

"Master Immortal!"

Ji Dao gave a low drink.

He could clearly see that this knife contained a unique charm. If he couldn't dodge it, someone would definitely die. If he didn't move at this moment, Master Gui would be stabbed to death by this withered corpse.

Zheng Yun had no time to talk.

But still blocked Ji Dao.

After all, this is the ghost general's ghost dream, and only they know the real solution. He and Ji Dao must not make trouble for them in such a crisis.

And there is still hope for death in a dream.

Ghost generals are no different from ordinary Yin soldiers. They face death equally easily and may not have emotional fluctuations. In addition, they have blood pills, so they can't die even if they are hit by a knife!

fade away.

The sound of piercing flesh.

The tip of the knife had already penetrated the ghost general's chest. The withered corpse held the knife in both hands and squatted forward, pushing the tip of the knife with all his strength and continuing to penetrate the ghost general's chest.

A stream of blood spattered out.

All the scenes in the ghostly dream were like reality. They were obviously underwater. Logically speaking, the blood would atomize into streaks of blood, but at this moment, bright red blood was shooting out in all directions.

The tip of the knife continued to penetrate deeper.

With just one breath, all the long knives in the hands of the withered corpse were inserted into the ghost general's chest, and even the handle of the knife was fixed to his chest.

Completely pierced!

The three-foot-long knives all penetrated.

And this is the moment for the ghost generals to fight back.

Zheng Yun and Jidao were watching from the outside, only staring at the long sword, but ignored the other ghost general. It took half a step back and actually walked around behind the withered corpse.

But it also didn't take action.

Instead, he got into the sarcophagus.

Zheng Yun glanced over there with his peripheral vision, and saw that the ghost general actually lay down in the sarcophagus.

And this unbelievable behavior actually aroused a strong reaction from the corpse, as if his home was about to be torn down, and he immediately drew his sword and turned back to guard the sarcophagus.

But the knife got stuck. The stabbed ghost will directly grab the blade with his hand and control it firmly on his chest, preventing the corpse from drawing the sword.

"There's a chain on the knife!"

Ji Dao suddenly exclaimed.

Zheng Yun quickly looked around and discovered that there was a thin iron chain on the handle of the knife in Zhi's hand, which was tightly tied to Zhi's wrist. Zhi could not let go of the knife.

What kind of evil thing is this?

Even if he dies, even if he is in a coffin, the knife will never leave his hand, and the knife will never leave his hand in the true sense. Even if he wants to throw the knife away, it is tied to his wrist and cannot be thrown away.

What's even more scary is.

The ghost general actually had to endure this blow.

Previously in the Yiguan Hall of Tiangong, when faced with the immortal corpse transformed by the ancestor of Tiangong, the ghost general was not afraid at all. He drew his sword and cut it. Even if the cut was difficult, he never backed down.

But this time, I couldn't even draw my sword.

If you don't take this knife, you won't be able to defeat this withered corpse. You must exchange your life for your life to create a chance for another ghost general.

The two of them watched the corpse pull out the knife with all its strength, but they were still unable to pull out the knife. After a moment of stalemate with the ghost general. There was finally a change on the side of the sarcophagus, and another ghost general took action.

It took something out of the sarcophagus.

Neither Zheng Yun nor Jidao could see clearly what it was, so the ghost general cut the object into two pieces with one stroke of his sword.

Almost at the same time.

The withered corpse instantly became limp.

As if dead, the corpse fell directly to the ground. In the process of falling, the ghost general let him take out the long knife, and the blood-stained knife fell next to the corpse.

"Ji Dao, come and take a look."

Zheng Yun immediately brought Ji Dao forward.

Logically speaking, this withered corpse was a figment of the ghost's dream. His sword could not cut the real ghost general at all, and he could not create real wounds from the ghost's dream.

This kind of injury is psychological.

The knife in the ghost dream pierced the chest, simulating pain in the brain, tricking the brain into reacting, causing various reactions that should not occur in the apparently healthy body.

But no one knows whether Guimeng has other abilities. This is the first time they have been injured in the ghost gate. They must see clearly and use sedatives to send the ghost away if he is in danger.

"This picture is so real."

Ji Dao took off the clothes on Gui Jiang's chest, stretched out his hand to touch the skin next to the knife wound, and sighed after it was stained with blood.

It's so lifelike.

Not only the wounds, but also the previous Yinzhu ghost generals and dead corpses. Looking with their eyes alone, they could not see any flaws at all, as if they themselves were real.

"Is there any danger?"

Zheng Yun lifted the ghost general's wrist and counted his pulse.

"I brought a bottle of blood pills for emergency use. I don't know if they can be used in ghost dreams. In reality, we are wearing diving masks. Logically speaking, we can't eat them."

Jidao lowered his head and took off his backpack, opened it and rummaged inside for a while, then took out a porcelain bottle from the corner, and said with surprise: "The blood pill does not change much in ghost dreams."

"Try it."

Zheng Yun nodded.

Since ghost dreams are mental suggestions, they can also play with mental suggestions. In ghost dreams, they only wear ancient clothes. Logically speaking, they can open their mouths and take the blood pill.

Blood elixir is a panacea.

It can completely heal knife wounds.

"Okay." Ji Dao tried immediately.

He pinched him and held a blood pill and brought it to the ghost general's mouth. The latter also knew the meaning and immediately took it into his mouth.

"It's really possible...but where is my blood pill?" Ji Dao looked up at Gui Jiang's throat where he was swallowing, and then at his empty hands. His mind suddenly shut down for a moment.

The ghost general in the ghost dream ate the blood pill, but it couldn't eat it in reality. But at this moment, Jidao didn't have the blood pill in his hand. Where did the blood pill go? Did you eat it or not?

He squeezed his hands.

I really have nothing left in my hand...

"..."

Zheng Yun remained silent.

He felt that this situation was very dangerous, and he was completely on the edge of the bottom line of ghost dreams. If he persisted in the experiment, he would either see through the truth or turn into a madman.

The ancient archaeological team and Western explorers should have done a lot of research, so let them do the research and not think about it myself and others. After all, their ghostly dreams are more dangerous.

"Master Gui dodged in the end. The knife didn't hit the heart. He should be fine after taking the blood pill."

Ji Dao muttered, pinched a ball of air out of thin air with two fingers, and carefully put the air back into the porcelain bottle, taking back the blood pill like a money addict.

"It's full of water out there."

Zheng Yun reminded him abruptly.

In reality, the corridor was a corridor that had long been completely submerged by the turbid lake water. As long as Ji Dao opened the blood pill bottle, the lake water would pour into the porcelain bottle and soak the blood pill.

"Oh yes, but it's okay. I'll just turn on the oven and bake it. It's just a little more impurities, but it's still edible."

Jidao still couldn't bear to part with it. After collecting the blood pill, he looked at the dead body at his feet, groped his chin and said, "Master Immortal, this sarcophagus seems to have been fished out of the blood lake. The dead body in the coffin only wore plain robes, making it difficult for people to separate it." I don’t know where it came from.”

"But this knife looks familiar, and this chain-bolted knife technique has been used by our Haiwei Zhengui Division. I guess this withered corpse could be the ancestor of the Zhengui Division?"

"Everyone is afraid of their ancestors. Master Gui should be the same as me, afraid of the seniors or superiors of the Supervisory Immortal Division?"

"It's possible, go ahead."

Zheng Yun didn't think much. He glanced at the withered corpse on the ground and didn't intend to continue studying it. After confirming that the ghost general was fine, he asked a few people to continue walking deeper into the corridor.

There are so many dangers in the corridor.

They had only taken a few steps when something changed again in front of them, and several windows actually appeared on the walls of the corridor.

Wisps of light shine into the corridor.

It's like the landscape gallery of an ordinary villa.

"Be careful." Zheng Yun warned quickly.

The corridor they were in was located underground, with solid brick walls on all sides. How could there be windows? There must be something ghostly about this window, or maybe it's the magic of gods and ghosts.

Several people slowed down.

Walk slowly towards the window.

Just halfway through, Zheng Yun suddenly heard some shouts, just like the screams of the surviving explorers before, but they came from the window and were very far away.

"Master Immortal, this seems to be a hanging corridor."

Ji Dao raised his hand and pointed forward. They could already see that at the end of the corridor was a cliff, like an ancient building built on a cliff. They walked from the depth to the edge.

"That's where the burial pit is."

Zheng Yun looked serious and quickened his pace.

Soon they walked to the window and looked out. The view was extremely vast. As expected, this place was on a high mountain. At a glance, they could see dozens of miles away.

It's nighttime outside the window.

But it was blazing.

Looking far away, I saw the Ming Dynasty military camp stationed at the end of my sight, stretching from the far left to the far right, spanning more than ten miles, and the sky and the earth were illuminated by blazing fire.

Ancient battlefield?

Is this the Ming army?

Zheng Yun was so suppressed that his heart beat faster.

I had only seen fictional battlefields in TV series before, but compared to the oppressive and physically shocking scene before me, the extras in the TV series were simply pitiful.

"Master Immortal, this is the battlefield."

Ji Dao also sighed repeatedly.

The bright moon is in the sky, the Ming military camp stretches for ten miles, the sky and the earth are the same color, the fire is about to burn the sky, millions of soldiers guard the border of thousands of miles, and the endless grain and grass guard the pass mountains.

It turns out to be a battlefield in ancient Chinese literature.

It's such an earth-shattering appearance.

(End of this chapter)