Zhao Ge: 120. People are worse than ghosts

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Ye Qiusheng went back to the tent a little late at night, Bailishu did not ask him what he was going to do, lying down under the rough blanket given to them by Krone. Ye Qiusheng looked at him for a while, the young man closed his eyes, quietly, and looked like he was asleep.

It was not too long before dawn, Ye Qiusheng didn't bother to lie down anymore, sitting directly on the curtain of the door, closing his eyes, holding the knife in his arms.

Ye Qiusheng rarely does not hold the knife. He is the kind of person who has to hold the knife even if he passes out of a coma. The three words "Don't die" are engraved in his bones. Even if the sky falls, this person will Holding the grass roots from nowhere, smiling casually and frivolously holding the knife to greet him.

Although he closed his eyes, Ye Qiusheng did not rest.

He tried to solve the weird spatial power in his body. In the past two days, Ye Qiusheng looked the same as usual. He was foolish, laughing and cursing, presumptuous and unpretentious, and he couldn't see the slightest anxiety about being sealed off. care. He also casually asked about Bailishu's situation once, and Bailishu did not answer, so he stopped asking.

And Bailishu didn't ask him what happened to his cultivation base.

But the situation hasn't changed much. Ye Qiusheng guessed that the spatial force in the veins might belong to a higher level.

The situation is a bit bad.

Ye Qiusheng thought, rubbing the handle of the knife.

The sacrifice of the Buyik tribe, the conversation between Bailishu and Asa, the flames flowing past like magma, the shocking coercion...Keladroma Desert, hidden innumerable changes like drifting sand dunes secret.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Qiusheng heard the voice of Bai Lishu getting up.

He opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to open the curtain, not too bright morning light fell in. Outside the tent, the Buyik people have also come out one after another.

Ye Qiusheng narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing these Buyik people, trying to find out their changes.

On the surface, they haven't changed much, except that everyone's faces are filled with joy. However, from the sense of breath, the strength of these Buyik tribes seems to have been enhanced compared to before. Although they are not cultivators, they vaguely reveal some obscure tyranny.

But this kind of change is not big, it can only be regarded as turning a sick tuber into a man with sufficient energy and blood, and it has not reached the qualitative change from an ordinary person to a cultivator.

It seems that the sacrifice last night was not enough to fully awaken the ancient power in their blood.

"Someone is here."

Bai Li squinted slightly, but didn't look at the Buyik people who had packed their tents to get up. He walked to the tent and looked at the sky. In the early morning, the sky is not fully lit, but there are not many clouds in the sky.

Ye Qiusheng turned to look at him.

Bai Lishu stood by the curtain of the door, the morning light shining, did not fully illuminate the youth's face, half of his face was hidden in the darkness.

Outside the Buyik camp, in the tall rocky mountains of the ghost town.

Several lean sand wolves walked silently with their tails hanging down. Their whereabouts are extremely hidden, wandering far away from the camp of the Buyik tribe, always in the downwind.

Among these sand wolves, there are one or two with knife wounds on their bodies.

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The Jintang Army Flag unfolded violently in the wind.

Breaking a sandstorm overnight, Chen Geguang led the light cavalry of Quanjie's Left Wing First Army to the edge of the ghost city.

Bomu Fort is the closest military fort to Guazhou Ghost Town. This is relatively recent. Guazhou belongs to the Krazhuoma Desert, with scarce water resources, scarce oasis and scattered distribution, and the distance between the military forts far away. The caravan passed around the ghost city, and the first oasis to arrive was Bo Mu Fort.

But in fact, it takes half a day from Bo Mubao to the ghost town.

While the large troops marched, there was also a sandstorm in the night, and it took twice as long as usual.

Chen Geguang led the light cavalry to stop outside the ghost city and rest for a while. The Peak Bird that Mr. Yan sent to lead them landed on the horse's head, with its wings together, and seemed to be resting.

The Fujin Dynasty sent troops to try to walk through here and launch a sneak attack. As a result, the army entered the ghost town and never came out to do things. Anyone who has lived in Guazhou for a period of time has heard of it. At this time, when the soldiers saw that the night march was actually in the ghost town, and they wanted to go in, they were all uneasy.

Chen Geguang climbed up a rocky mountain and stood on a high place looking in the direction of the fire that lit up last night.

The sun rises quickly and falls on the rocks and yellow sand, very dazzling. Chen Geguang squinted and frowned. Although the rocky mountain he climbed up is not low, the rocky mountain in the ghost town is scattered high and low, covering a vast area, and the field of view is severely obscured, and nothing can be seen.

"General Chen has a good skill."

Chen Geguang was watching, and there was a gentle voice from behind without warning.

"Who!"

Unprepared, Chen Geguang was suddenly startled and turned around instinctively to draw his sword. But he forgot that he was standing on the top of a rocky mountain that was definitely not flat. He turned around abruptly, stepped on the air, and almost fell directly off the rock that was dozens of feet away.

The person who made the noise didn't react slowly, and stretched out his hand to pull him, lest any Bo Mubao commander would fall from the air in full view.

"Fuck!"

Chen Geguang stood firm and almost cursed directly.

"Is Mr. Yan a ghost?"

After standing still, I found that Mr. Yan, who was originally accompanying him, had arrived at some point, and quietly climbed the rocky mountain. It was not a day or two for this Mr. Yan to have a ghost. Chen Geguang was surprised by him this time. He couldn't help but sneered.

In Mr. Yan's consistent style, he only ridiculed him overtly and secretly, and Chen Geguang would not react when he was not a human or ghost this time.

Who knew that Mr. Yan, who was wearing an iron mask, stopped abnormally. The cold and gloomy eyes behind the mask fell on him like a knife.

Chen Geguang pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, only when the man was stabbed in the painful spot, he was ready to do it. He tensed up slightly, ready to slash out at any time.

Mr. Yan looked at him for a while, then looked away.

"General Chen is more worried." Mr. Yan's voice was as usual, cold and cold like a snake wandering, "Although I can't be called a human, I am afraid that it will take some time to become a ghost."

After he looked away, Chen Geguang only felt that the pressure on his body suddenly lightened. Before he could be astonished, he heard Mr. Yan again sneer shortly.

"If you want to talk about it, this ghost is more amiable than humans."

At this point, his cold voice suddenly rose sharply, with unspeakable hostility.

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Making.