Mountain ghosts are originally mountain spirits worshiped by the Chu State, and countless tribes even use mountain ghosts as totems.

Mountain spirits who have been worshiped in deep mountains and old forests for generations.

As for the secret technique of mountain ghosts.

That's soul-calling.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine boys and girls, barefoot and with their hair down, dressed as mountain ghosts, humming an unknown tune, walked in the square in the middle of Xianyang.

There are solemn Jiuding placed in the square, facing nine directions respectively.

Our ancestors often said, "If you want to conquer the Central Plains, you can win the Nine Cauldrons and conquer the world."

This Jiuding was originally the emperor of Zhou standing in the royal palace of Luoyang. By striking the Jiuding, you can get a passionate elegy for the Qing Dynasty. It is an elegy for the ever-changing and changing of the supreme royal power, and it is also an elegy for the Chinese nation who have suffered from the pain of war for generations.

The rituals are broken, the music is ruined, and the cauldron is thundering.

Ye Ye is shaking with electricity, making it restless. Hundreds of rivers are boiling, and mountains and mounds are collapsing. The high banks are valleys, and the deep valleys are mausoleums.

The sun is setting, and people's hearts are not as good as before.

After all, the Nine Cauldrons lay on the land of Da Qin. Everyone stared at the cauldron with bated breath, but did not dare to take a closer look at the famous mountains and rivers, beautiful places, and strange things drawn on it.

Under the dim night sky, there wasn't even a single star.

The bonfire on the ground was crackling and burning, making it suffocating for no reason in the midsummer night.

The mountain ghost opened its arms, its long sleeves and long hair were blowing in the wind, as if it was bathed in the years of its ancient ancestors. "Woooooooooo--" the strange tone was like a thin line connecting the mortal world and the heaven.

He said to the co-leader of the Qin State and the man of destiny: "King Qin, the soul summoning ceremony can be held."

Ying Zheng's cheeks were pale and bloodless, and he walked over with a Yanyan sick look.

The continuous heartache was close to draining his energy. He coughed twice and looked at Baitao lying in the middle of the Jiuding. A trace of worry flashed through him, and his voice became hoarse and vague, as if it was very difficult to speak.

, “Can it be done?”

The mountain ghost smiled and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. If it doesn't work, I will chop off the head of this mountain ghost and offer it as a sacrifice for the coming year."

"Ahem."

The wound on Ying Zheng's chest was torn open by the choke, and his lips seemed to be stained with blood. Cold white and bright red faced each other, as if he was wearing a mask of blood and fire, lifeless.

"Conduct a soul-calling ceremony."

"yes."

At the command of the mountain ghost, the whirring xun and the cool bone flute began to play, the big drum was beaten, and under the light of the fire, the boys and girls playing the role of the mountain ghost formed a six-story circle around the white peach and the nine tripods in the middle.

Their arms, shoulders, legs and feet swing wildly, and they run fast with three swings of a step to the rhythm of the flames.

The pace is getting faster and faster, more and more urgent.

The mountain ghost is holding a rattle, and the money hanging around his neck is ringing silently in the wind, humming in his mouth: "There is someone here, and I want to help him. If the soul is separated, you can give it to him."

Someone is in the lower realm, and I want to help her. Although the body is still there, the soul has been separated. Wu Yang, Wu Yang, please divine your fortune and return the soul to her.

"Boom - boom -"

A bolt of lightning split in the sky, strong winds sprang up, and the branches were blown this way and that. The bonfire in the square was thrown into the sky with flames, and the boys and girls were blown to the point where their long hair stood out.

, the bone flute was still playing and the big drum was beating, a black shadow rose from the ground, it first surrounded the unconscious Baitao, and then flew in front of the mountain ghost, Jie Jie Jie laughed strangely: "Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie.

"

"Wu Yang, Wu Yang, you can divine and return her soul to her."

The black shadow named Wu Yang turned around after smelling the empty shell, his eyes were extremely sticky, and said: "That is the matter of the Dream Master. I'm afraid I can't follow your words."

The mountain ghost ordered the boys and girls below to cut the skin and flesh on his shoulders. As the blood and flesh spattered, Wu Yang was enshrined by the energy of life and excitedly shook his black tail and screamed in the sky.

The mountain ghost said: "You must find her soul. If it's too late, she will die. It will be useless to summon her soul again."

Wu Yang twisted a few times and divided into thousands of black shadows, searching Xianyang Royal City from all directions, and then scattered away from the Qin Kingdom, "The soul is back -"

Wu Yang walked to the east, where a thousand-foot giant was waiting to search for souls. Ten suns were high in the sky day and night, and even metal and stone might melt.

"The soul system returns——"

Neither can the South.

There are savages with black teeth and carved patterns on their foreheads. They plunder human flesh as sacrifices and grind bones into powder. Poisonous snakes are as dense as grass, and adders with nine heads come and go erratically in search of seal.

God kills humans.

Come back, you can't stay there for long.

"Return your soul!"

There is a great disaster in the West, and the quicksand is spread thousands of miles apart.

As long as you are swept into the thunder abyss by quicksand, it will rot and spread uncontrollably. Even if you are lucky enough to come out, you will find an empty and dead city. Red ants are taller than elephants, black bees are like gourds, grains cannot grow, only thatch.

You can wrap your belly around it, and you don’t need to drink even a little bit of water.

"The soul is back!"

Nor can the north wind stay there. There are freezing high winds and heavy snowfall, so one cannot stay there for too long.

The all-pervasive black shadow finished searching from the southeast to the northwest and then entered the Xiumen in Xianyang of the Qin State. Wu Yang kept screaming strangely and shouted to Ying Zheng sitting on the throne: "The soul is back——"

The mountain ghost also turned his attention to Ying Zheng.

The black shadow flew and rolled towards the edge of his gold-embroidered royal robe, slowly turning into a human shape, faceless, thin and tall, sliding against his broad shoulders, like some kind of weird stick insect, until

It swelled higher and higher, as if being pulled by a huge force, straight into the sky, "The soul is back! You are above the sky. The soul is back! You are below the secluded capital."

The call of the world comes from the ancient sky.

Only then did the mountain ghost turn his attention to the sky.

Thoughts of shock and disbelief have not yet come over me.

He immediately said to Ying Zheng: "I found her. Your Majesty, please retreat quickly and call her."

Ying Zheng was stunned. The three words "Found it" were like peeling away the plastic clay that had been sealed in his heart. Transparent light came in, and joy spread rapidly along his limbs and bones. He could even see the white peaches on his face.

She lay in his arms, swung her tail and said, "Brother Zheng, don't be playful, I'm back."

It seemed that there was no hope at all, and he was shocked and lost. It was as if a piece of flesh was torn from his body alive. His hard fingers could not stop trembling. Looking at the black mist piercing the sky, he stepped back step by step. Every step

They all seemed to be walking on the edge of a cliff, "Taotao, come back."

"Taotao, come back."

"Taotao, come back."

"Taotao, come back."

The mountain ghost believers under the altar were still dancing strangely and chanting ancient hymns. Ying Zheng stood in the center of the eye of the fateful storm. He stepped back step by step, like a frightened bird eager to peel off the moonlight of the outdoor antenna.

Ming said, "Taotao, I miss you so much. Come back."

"Come back"

"Come back"

Baitao lay on the altar with her eyes closed, and the dazzling fire made her look more like fragile glass.

She is dreaming.

She should be dreaming, but she seemed not to be dreaming. She stood on the nine-story palace. The empty palace was cold and solemn. Baitao raised her head and stared at the endless golden glazed tile roof, walking on the ground.

, and saw that every step she took, peach blossom petals fell. This strangeness scared her so much that she did not dare to walk around, and looked straight at the ground that opened like a flower through the clouds.

What's going on, and where are you?

Baitao was still confused.

"Who is so bold that he dares to break into the Yuqing Palace!" A little fairy lord riding on the clouds glanced over from a distance. He raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes at her. When Baitao saw his appearance clearly, he was stunned, "Gan Luo?"

"Gan Luo?"

When Xiao Xianjun heard that she recognized him, he was so surprised that he almost fell down.

When he took a closer look at this girl with pink face, rosy cheeks and apricot eyes, the tragic turn of events when she came down to earth to survive the calamity was still vivid in his mind. He touched his old arms and legs and felt that he was still there: "Little vixen, why did you come up here?"

?"

"Come up? How come up?" Baitao raised his eyes in shock, "Am I dead?"

Gan Luo rode the auspicious clouds and circled her twice, "Could it be that you were killed by the snake demon? But that shouldn't be the case. I said that deliberately at the entrance of the palace. The snake demon should think that you are a person from the upper world, so you should have

It’s a bit scary.”

The white peach tip was bright red, and she was quite proud: "I was not killed by the snake demon, the snake demon was killed by me."

"So what?" Gan Luo said, "Anyway, if you kill him, you will die, otherwise you will not leave the soul."

Dead?

Baitao hadn't finished digesting the word death, so he added: "If you hide, you have to go and stuff the gap between the snake demon's teeth. You deserve to die." After saying that, he turned around and left quite proudly, and Baitao followed him and said

: "But I killed him. No matter how strong he is, I am willing to risk my life as long as I kill him."
To be continued...