Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

The other soldier glanced at the surrounding mountains and forests and couldn't help but slow down his pace.

"Hey, what should I do if they really want to go to the mass grave? I don't dare to go."

Soldier B also felt timid after hearing what he said, "Brother, don't scare me, I'm a coward."

Soldier C said, "Well, what can we do? We're already here, and you want to desert? If the general finds out, he'll court-martial you. Don't scare yourself."

White mist was floating in the deep mountains and old forests. On both sides of the canyon, shrubs and weeds grew everywhere, and water vapor was still hanging on the branches and leaves.

The soldiers used their spears and short swords to beat the grass on both sides of the road, and Xiao Yan rode his horse in the front to lead the way.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the sky gradually darkened. The soldiers lit torches one after another, and the fog around them became thicker, so that the vision could only reach within a few dozen meters.

The invisible jungle around was pitch black, with rustling sounds coming from time to time.

The soldier walking at the back looked around, his heart in his throat, and his companions beside him turned their heads to look back from time to time.

They always felt that there was something unknown staring at them in the surrounding woods.

At this moment, there were suddenly several loud cries of children. The sound was extremely miserable and echoed in the mountains.

The war horses neighed a few times and then suddenly stopped. The soldiers were immediately frightened and moved towards the center, with torches facing the periphery. Only hazy fog could be seen in the dim light, and there was pitch black not far away.

Yang Zhounan grabbed the reins, looked back at the soldiers who were huddled together and stood still, and shouted, "What are you doing? Keep going."

The soldiers all looked cowardly, looking at each other without saying a word, hesitating and unwilling to move.

Xiao Yan also turned around and said to them, "That's the sound of a bird. Don't be afraid. Just keep going forward."

Bird sounds?

The soldiers were skeptical. They had never heard a bird's cry that sounded like a child crying. After hesitating for a while, one of the soldiers asked.

"General, this is deep in the mountains and old forests, and there's a mass grave ahead. It's not that we don't want to go, but it really is..."

"Yes, sir, we never come to the mountains here normally. Why don't we wait until daybreak before leaving?"

Xiao Yan said, "Let's leave at daybreak. We've delayed too long. Everyone should set off immediately. No need to say any more."

After he finished speaking, he continued to drive the Mo Kun forward. The soldiers behind him had no choice but to keep up with the team, and Su Chengfeng walked at the end.

It was a dark and windy night. He didn't know what time it was or which direction he was going. He just felt like he had been walking for a long time. Then Su Chengfeng heard the soldier in front of him say.

"We've been walking for so long, why haven't we arrived yet?"

"Yeah, it should take about an hour and a half to get from the county to the mountain entrance. Considering the slippery mountain road, it should take half a day to get there. It's been dark for a while, why haven't we arrived yet?"

Su Chengfeng asked them, "Are you sure?"

Several soldiers replied, "We are sure. Although we don't usually come here, we know this place."

Su Chengfeng thought for a moment and said, "Then let's stop first. I'll go take a look ahead."

Xiao Yan walked in front and looked around. The terrain here was relatively flat, and the surrounding slopes were covered with dense pine forests. Several soldiers around him stood back to back, staring outside timidly.

A soldier looked in the direction they came from, his face showing panic, "General, where are they?"

After this reminder, several other soldiers also noticed it and looked in several directions, but they only saw a hazy white mist and no human figures.

"Why are they gone?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan immediately turned around and rode his horse to observe nearby. Several soldiers were afraid and followed him wherever he went.

Xiao Yan shouted towards the nearby darkness, "Zhou Nan! Yang Zhou Nan! Su Chengfeng!"

Several soldiers also shouted, "General Yang! General Su! Where are you?"

After shouting for a while and getting no response, the soldier said, "Could we be encountering a ghost?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Xiao Yan said, "There's a lot of fog in this mountain. We got separated. Let's go back and see what happens."

Yang Zhounan was accompanied by a dozen soldiers, wandering in a forest. In the dark, there was only a fire in the middle, and the surrounding area was shrouded in thick fog and could not be seen outside.

At this moment, I could faintly hear several voices shouting, "General Yang! General Su! Where are you?"

When the soldier heard this, his previously frightened heart instantly relaxed, "It's Erwa's voice."

So the soldier shouted back, "We are here, Erwa, can you hear me?"

After shouting a few times without getting any response, Yang Zhounan also called Xiao Yan a few times, but no one responded.

Xiao Yan could only hear two shouts at first, but then he could hear nothing more. He and a few soldiers turned back for a long time but still couldn't find anyone.

The soldier shone a torch around and said, "Isn't this the place we just left? Why are we back here?"

After the soldier finished speaking, he suddenly went into the woods, and his companions behind him called him.

"Where are you going? Come back soon, Zhao Dabao."

No matter how the soldiers behind him shouted, Zhao Dabao acted as if he didn't hear them and walked resolutely into the woods. Less than fifty meters away, he was shrouded in white fog and his figure could no longer be seen.

Just in the direction of the forest where Zhao Dabao disappeared, two small balls of blue-green flames suddenly lit up.

The light was swaying and floating, and several soldiers retreated in fear. They didn't know if it was because of the smoke that dazzled their eyes, but they saw faint green lights in other directions.

Mo Kun also began to pace back and forth restlessly, making a low hissing sound. Xiao Yan looked around vigilantly and shouted angrily at the light and shadow.

"Come out, you demon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill behind him. A cold wind blew over, and the top of his head became extremely chilly, as if he had entered an ice cave that had been frozen for thousands of years.

Xiao Yan's hair stood on end instantly, and then two women's "hehe" sounds were heard in the air.

These two sounds frightened the soldiers nearby. They fell to the ground in horror and retreated repeatedly.

Xiao Yan suddenly drew his sword and slashed behind him, but hit nothing. He only felt a chill coming towards the front, and he quickly jumped off his horse.

Before they had taken a few steps, the "hehe" sound rang out again, circling in the air. Several soldiers sat on the ground, trembling, holding on to each other tightly, as if grasping at a life-saving straw.

Strangely, the sound only circled in the air and did not get close to Xiao Yan.

After a while, Xiao Yan tried to move closer to the voice, but the voice was retreating. Every time he moved closer, the voice retreated a step.

"Who are you?" Xiao Yan asked Lingkong coldly, "Don't play tricks. If I see you, you will be killed by my sword."

After he finished speaking, the voice fell silent for a few seconds, and then, strangely, a distant and creepy voice came out.

"I am already a lonely ghost in the mountains, hehe——"

Xiao Yan's torch followed the voice and said, "Since you are a wandering ghost, you still dare to come out and hurt others. Do you want to be reduced to ashes and not even become a ghost?"

"hey-hey--"

It laughed a few times without answering. At this moment, a ball of ghost fire flashed in the fog and landed in front of Xiao Yan's chest.

Before he could react, he heard a loud "bang" in a flash, like the sound of being struck by lightning.