Naruto boy in another world

Chapter 187
Hearing the words of the bearded man, Bei Han was silent, and couldn't help but feel a wave in his heart.

If he lived such a hero, he should have no regrets in death.

It's just why no one came to rescue during those five days. Five days was enough for a strong martial artist to cross the Gale Dynasty, but why did such a tragic scene still happen at that time.

"Royal affairs are as deep as the sea, and we can't figure them out, but we all know that the loyal prince was framed to death. Otherwise, how could such a smart and wise general fall into the enemy's little trick."

The big man yelled secretly, a chill had gradually appeared in his voice, but this chill didn't last long, and was replaced by a strong sense of helplessness in an instant.

"Alas...it's a pity that we can't help it. The battlefield back then has turned into a desperate place, and the souls of thousands of warriors are scattered there...the ghosts are crying in the wind, and the area is terrified."

Speaking of this, the big man obviously had some scruples in his heart, so he stopped talking and turned his gaze to Beihan.

"For the sake of that spiritual source, I'll give you another piece of advice. Don't come out alone at night. It's not something you, a child, can handle."

In the end, the man walked away, holding the spiritual source with a smile on his face, and walked towards the unknown battlefield of life and death.

And Beihan was alone, walking to the side of the road.

……

It was a silent night with the moon shining.

The atmosphere of the coffin town at night is too different from that of the day, it is simply a heaven and an underground.

The daytime is as lively as the sea, but the night is as gloomy as the nine secluded hells.

At this moment, there was almost no one around Beihan.

"Don't go out alone at night?"

Beihan stopped and looked around. Apart from the gusts of cold wind, Beihan could no longer feel any other abnormalities.

The words of the big man at that time kept ringing in his mind, and Bei Han vaguely felt a different feeling.

Although he knew there would be danger, Beihan was very curious about it. If the big man didn't say anything, Beihan might not have noticed, but now Beihan has already aroused curiosity.

"Why don't you go and see..."

Beihan said to himself, his eyes flashed with excitement.

Beihan was still very interested in Feng Meier's family background.

However, in the face of this unknown danger, Bei Han was not very convincing, and chose the technique of clone and transformation.

"Separation technique!"

Following Beihan's dark shout, streams of sand slowly flowed out from the huge gourd behind Beihan, and then became another Beihan beside Beihan, standing side by side with Beihan himself .

"Transformation!"

Seeing the avatar appear, Bei Han didn't delay, and immediately used the transformation technique, turning himself into a shuriken, and inserted the avatar into the cloth bag.

Then, the bright moon was shining in the sky, and on the moonlit avenue, a young man walked slowly into the distant darkness with a huge brown gourd on his back.

……

Beihan has been walking like this for a long time.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the side, feeling the cold breath, Bei Han shivered suddenly.

Cold, silent, without the slightest anger.

This feeling was like being watched by a zombie. Beihan himself felt his scalp tingling and goosebumps all over his body.

"Woo~~~"

As the ancient aura approached, a sound came from the wind or a ghost.

Sweat gradually oozes from Beihan's forehead. Such a scene is too terrifying, and it greatly challenges Beihan's psychology.

"Who are you, pretending to be a ghost!"

Beihan shouted secretly, and the sand behind him followed Beihan's call, and gradually spread all over Beihan's body, ready to launch the fastest attack at any time.

But the cool wind was still howling, and no one answered Bei Han.

The cold moonlight was like a pale candle, and the dim moonlight stretched Beihan's figure into a terrifying shadow.

At this moment, the street is completely lifeless, all the people have closed their doors, even the lights are turned off, this place is like a dead city.

Jingle Bell--

Sudden.

A crisp bell sound came from not far away, and that mysterious voice, like the singing of the messenger of death, immediately made Bei Han shudder.

"The right side, that street, is coming to me soon."

Beihan thought, fear in his heart, facing this kind of dark thing, Beihan felt a little guilty psychologically.

"Go and have a look?!"

Beihan asked himself, but in the end it was still curiosity, and Beihan cautiously approached the street beside him.

Jingle Bell--

As Beihan approached, the sound of the bell in the dark became clearer, and the sound intervals were very even, a bit dull, not like a bell.

Hiding in the corner of a wall, Beihan could clearly hear the sound of well-arranged footsteps, and the bell was ringing continuously with the footsteps, the horn of death was ringing.

Slightly, slowly, gently turned his head.

The scene in front of him almost didn't make Bei Han scream out.

It turned out to be dead bodies walking side by side on the street, and a red bell was wrapped around each dead body's right foot, and as the body moved forward, it kept making crisp jingling sounds.

Swallowing with difficulty, Bei Han suspected that he was dreaming, but when he pinched himself hard, he realized that it was indeed true.

Yin soldiers borrowed the way.

Could this be the reason why the bearded man refused to let Beihan come out.

Beihan tried his best to control his emotions, and fixed his eyes on the walking corpses. Most of their bodies were decomposed, and there was not much flesh on their faces. They were dead many years ago.

However, at this time, their tattered corpses came out of the coffin again, and they kept moving towards that mysterious place.

What force is attracting them?

Beihan's Youlun pupil circle rotates rapidly, and the three-point gouyu rainbow glow rotates, and this blurred night is clearly displayed in front of Beihan.

No one is attracting the corpse forward, they seem to have their own thinking and their own goals.One after another, they walked forward in an orderly manner.

All of them seem to be nothing special, the only suspicious point is only the ringing bell.

"One...two...ten..."

As the rotten and smelly body passed by Beihan continuously, Beihan was also counting their number carefully.

"Thirty...36...48, 49!"

There are 49 corpses passing by under the moonlight, and judging from the performance of the people here, it seems that this happens every night.

"The Yin soldiers gather, there must be some secrets here!"

Looking at the figure that kept going away, Bei Han's eyes cut coldly, and he seemed to feel something unusual in a vague way.

This kind of aura is too special, as special as the aura he felt in the Cave of Death, but there is a big difference between the two.

There are a large number of souls, but here are passing corpses.

"Also as the most yin thing, maybe there is really any connection between the two?"

Bei Han frowned, and an ominous feeling came over him again. He felt that he seemed to have touched a huge conspiracy. In such a conspiracy, martial artists and even martial kings were just humble ants.

Concealing his whereabouts, Bei Han cautiously followed the group of Yin soldiers and slowly walked towards the depths of the Luoyun Mountain Range. This is only the starting point of the Luoyun Mountain Range, but their goal was only to go deep into the forest.

Jingle Bell--

The ear-piercing voice kept ringing, and Bei Han tried his best to suppress the panic in his heart, and followed the Yin soldiers, continuing to go deep into the hinterland of the forest.

In the blink of an eye, it was four or five hours, and it was about to dawn at this moment.

This kind of most yin and evil thing is usually afraid of the scorching heat of the sun. Now Beihan is also curious about where these yin soldiers will hide in this vast forest.

While Beihan was thinking secretly, the row of corpses in front suddenly stopped, and then, under the moonlight, their bodies became more and more illusory, and they disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"what happened?!"

Beihan was puzzled, the Youlun pupil circle was spinning rapidly, but he could no longer see the shadows of those Yin soldiers, as if the bubbles evaporated from the air and disappeared completely.

"It's impossible, is it the technique of wood concealment or sand concealment? How could it disappear completely!"

Beihan couldn't believe that under the observation of his Youlun Pupil Realm, he disappeared so mysteriously, which has exceeded Beihan's cognition limit.

Are there really ghosts and gods? !

(End of this chapter)