Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

The cloth bag was placed on the ground, and a piece of wood fell aside. The two words on the front could not be read clearly, but the two words on the back were still clear.

"Uncle, don't you need to bury it?"

"No, no one will come again."

The figure leaves.

A fallen leaf was blown down by the wind, floated down, spun a few times in the air, and finally landed on the wood on the ground, covering the two characters below, the word Taiping.

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It's very quiet at night, not to mention that there are almost no people on the mountain roads in the suburbs.

On the mountain road, the sound of the flowing water of the Weihe River can be heard in the distance, but it is not very clear from a distance.

The grass beside the road was shaken by the breeze, making a thin sound.

Everything seems to be quiet at night.

until a voice came.

"Crack."

As if there was a sound of soil cracking, a chirping insect in Kusama was startled and jumped into the distance.

Then there was a muffled sound, and a hand broke out from between the dirt.

If there was someone next to him, the three souls would definitely be frightened at this moment.Simply, no one came on the road that night.

The hand protruding from the dirt was stained with some sand, but it looked slender like a woman's hand.

It was supposed to be a beautiful hand, but unfortunately, there was a scar on it, running from the palm to the back of the hand, making this hand look a little scary.

The palm paused for a moment, then moved and grabbed the ground.

As the palm began to exert force, an arm broke through the ground, and then the other hand.Finally, as a large piece of soil was broken, a person crawled out from the ground.

The way it came out was like the old corpse in the mountain that was spread by the folks, and the appearance was similar, but it was still a general in front of him in the clothes.

The man was wearing white clothes, with mud and some brown marks on his clothes that looked like dried blood.

On the outside of the clothes was a rusty armor, and there was a hole in the chest of the armor, and many places were already disfigured and looked like they couldn't be worn.

Her hair hung down her shoulders, and she looked like a woman.

She sat there blankly, with a face that was only half split from it.

The half of the face that was exposed outside made people stupefied, and every part was exquisite, as if it had been carefully carved by someone.

The winking eyes are light and quiet, but there is a heroic spirit between the eyebrows, which feels different from ordinary women.

The skin is very white and somewhat sickly. It should be because it was buried in the ground and has not been exposed to sunlight all year round.

After a while, the woman came back to her senses and raised her head to look around. There was no one in the night, so she probably opened her mouth.

"I'm not dead?"

The voice is hoarse, as ugly as frost.

The woman touched her throat uncomfortably, feeling a little uncomfortable, as if a needle had been stuck there, it must have been a long time since she spoke.

She looked at herself blankly, the rusty armor was covered with mud and sand.

"Where is this?"

There was a dull pain in her chest, but there was no wound there, and she recalled the last words she heard.

Bury these people.

Her eyes fell on the soil under her body, she reached out and grabbed a handful, and the soil slipped from her palm.

The hoarse voice said softly.

"This is me, revived?"

Chapter 252: What Year Is Tonight

Kusama sat down alone.

Holding Wuge in his arms, Gu Nan looked at the turned-up earth pit not far away.

Wuge was dug out from the soil by her, so he was not far away from her.

I don't know what material Wuge is made of. I don't know how long it took. Even the armor on her body has rusted like this, but Wuge has no rust at all. Even the scabbard is just Just got some dirt on it.

When she was looking for Wuge, she also found half of the armor that was trapped in the camp. Presumably, it was Xiang Yu who buried them all here.

This is a mountain road outside the city. From a distance, she can see Xianyang City in the distance.Just looking at the city, she no longer knew how to face it.

She leaned against a rock and reached out to take off half of the visor that was hanging on her face, allowing her to breathe a lot.

The air was a bit cold, but it was very clean, which made her stuffy chest feel much more comfortable.

Looking at the Weihe River on the other side of the mountain road, there are white waves floating on the river, and a few small boats leaning on the river bank can be vaguely seen, undulating with the waves on the bank.

There is no sound anywhere, only the gentle breeze blowing, the grass is scattered high and low, mixed with a few bunches of wild flowers swaying gently, but the hillside is quiet and quiet in the night.

Gu Nan sat on the spot a little absent-mindedly.

What year is it now, is there still an old friend here, and what dynasty is it now.

She didn't even know, looking down at her hands, she could feel that she was still alive.

There is still blood in the body, and the heart is still beating, so it should not be a ghost.

But she still didn't seem to have aged half a point, and she came back to life after death.

"Heh." Looking at his hands, Gu Nan smiled lightly.

"What's the difference between this and a ghost?"

Her voice was hoarse, and she closed her mouth again.

Some people lowered their heads inexplicably, inexplicably, she hoped that she would just be under Xiang Yu's halberd at that time.Then you don't have to think about anything, it's done.

She sat for a long time until it was almost daylight.

Maybe it's time to leave, but where to go?