I am a ghost messenger, why do I need a long life?

What appeared in front of Xu An was a large amount of turned-over brown soil, a considerable portion of which was stained with bright red blood, as if it could drip down at any time.

The part that was dug out and exposed was a piece of arm bone, as white as jade, with a unique luster that only appeared after the marrow was washed and the bones were repeatedly tempered.

Strangely, this broken arm bone does not have a strange appearance.

Following the direction they continued digging, Xu An saw clearly.

Above the arm bone, near the arm, there was obvious flesh and blood, which was quite plump.

It even flows gently, exuding wisps of heat, like a living thing.

But the strange thing was that Xu An could not feel any vitality from this thing.

With his brows slightly furrowed, Xu An turned his head to look at them, pointed his finger and said:

"Dig it all out."

The group of living ghosts around him looked at each other in surprise.

The path of fear of ghosts:

"Sir, we dare not!"

When they were alive, they were just ordinary mortals and had only seen such scenes a few times.

At this moment, this kind of thing was still happening in the Yin Court. The bloody appearance of the corpses had already frightened them to a great extent.

"Why are you so afraid? I'll dig with you!"

Xu An had no choice but to reach out and pick up the hoe and start digging around.

He is a ghost messenger, a monk, and the ghost in charge of the military farming plan. Now that he has encountered such a thing, if he retreats, he will have to do nothing later and should go home early to sell sweet potatoes.

"this…"

Seeing Xu An's uninhibited look, the other ghosts hesitated for a moment, then followed suit and started digging.

Soon, a cold wind with a strong smell of blood filled the area.

Xu An dug out several pieces of broken limbs containing flesh, blood, and bones.

These parts of an unknown person's body have one thing in common: they are extremely tough.

Several times, Xu An swung his hoe and shoveled it down hard, but the flesh and bones remained intact.

"What realm is this human cultivator at? How could he die in the Yin Court? Although his flesh and blood are intact, the essence within has been completely lost..."

The more he dug, the deeper Xu An's frown grew.

Because he discovered that among these flesh and blood textures, there were extremely ancient costumes that did not match any of his memories at all.

Not only that, he also found that some bones were engraved with quite complex patterns, like some kind of symbols.

After staring at it carefully, he felt as if he was in a trance and his mind was affected by the things engraved on it.

After waking up in shock, his whole body shook, and when he looked again, he found that he was surrounded by bloody soil and corpses and body parts that looked like a mass grave.

There are so many of them that it is impossible to tell how many people were killed to form them.

"Sir, do you want to dig more?"

Beside them, the ghosts who accompanied Xu An in digging could no longer bear it and their hands were shaking.

They had never seen such a scene in their entire lives, and even ghosts would be scared.

Xu An's face was as gloomy as he looked at Qiuyun Mountain in front of him and the pit of corpses under his feet. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

This might be a burial pit!

Otherwise, where did so many corpses come from?

Moreover, the terrain here is flat, with mountains, water, cliffs and ravines. No matter how you look at it, it conforms to the theory of funerals.

Even his eyes began to narrow as he stared at Qiu Yunshan.

In his heart, the more he looked at this mountain, the more it looked like a huge grave mound!

"Sir, this is bad. Something has been dug up again."

Just when Xu An felt that his speculation was more and more reasonable, the voice of the living ghost came to his ears again.

A middle-aged ghost came running over breathlessly, pointing in the opposite direction and said:

"Weapons! We dug out a lot of weapons!"

Xu An took a deep breath and told the ghosts present not to move. Then he followed the living ghosts to see the weapons dug out over there.

Standing on the freshly turned soil, Xu An saw countless broken pieces of weapons piled up in a crisscross pattern.

Reaching out to pick up a piece that looked like a fragment of Bagua, Xu An discovered that it was actually warm, not at all like other metals that were cold to the touch.

He rubbed off the dirt with his fingers and took a closer look.

Xu An narrowed his eyes slightly.

He discovered that the material of this thing was actually like bronze!

It was covered with green rust, mottled by time, and there was something written in words that Xu An could not understand at all.

"My Lord...what are these?"

The living ghosts watching nearby all looked at each other, and then stared at Xu An.

Their original purpose was just to come here to farm.

Unexpectedly, as I dug, I found more and more strange things.

There are white bones, bloody corpses, and now even weapons pits have been discovered.

“This is a tomb complex…”

He reached out and picked up a piece that looked like a fragment of a pagoda.

Xu An looked at the copper rust on it, and also felt a strong suspicion in his heart.

Yinting, how could there be a group of tombs?

Moreover, this specification and style does not look like a burial pit, but rather more like some kind of ancient sacrificial act.

"A cemetery?"

The living ghost next to Xu An muttered these three words in a low voice. After a moment, he suddenly realized what was happening and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Aren't we digging graves in the Yin Court?"

"Sir, is it inappropriate for us to do this?"

Xu An glanced at him sideways and said nothing.

Looking at these broken weapon fragments that had also lost their divine essence, Xu An was just about to ask them to continue digging and not think too much when a voice came from the distance.

"Sir, this is bad. Something has been dug up again..."

Xu An took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He felt like there were more things under his feet than ghosts here.

After signaling them not to move for the time being, Xu An stepped on the newly emerged mound of earth for the third time.

This time, what appeared before him was a pile of bones of some unknown animal.

On that bone, there was something extremely complex engraved, which looked like words and pictures.

Reaching out to pick up a piece, Xu An's heart trembled in an instant, as if he saw a huge ancient beast roaring.

Then, from his body, an object shaped like this bone lit up with a stream of light that looked like chains crisscrossing the avenue, and destructive power descended from it.

The horrifying scene forced Xu An to take a step back, and even the bones in his hands fell off.

In an instant, the scene in front of me disappeared.

He was still standing on the mound, with many ghosts in front of him, at a loss, waiting for him to tell him what to do.

In the distance is the sky with the dark red sun hanging high in the Yin Court.

The front and back are like two different worlds.

Many clues quickly connected in his mind, as if revealing an unknown secret for him.

He turned his head and looked at the high and bulging figure of Qiuyun Mountain, and couldn't help but murmured:

"You are not a ghost from the underworld, nor are you from the world of the living. Whether it's a sacrificial site or a burial complex, your origins are terrifyingly ancient."

"who are you?"