The whistling north is filled with desolation, and the black snow is falling silently, the clouds are dark in the sky, and the snow on the ground is also black.
Every grass, tree and stone was covered with thick snow after a night.
The military flag of the Jiuyou Kingdom, towering in the wind and snow, fluttering in the wind. The Fengdu Army, standing on the snow, was immediately furious after a brief moment of dazed.
At first, they were still immersed in the fact that they could not believe the betrayed and stood there. But after not hearing the rebuttal, they immediately looked at the generals around them, and their verbal discussions and questions were overwhelming.
Come on. Gui Jinyang and Kui Mulang were also under the gaze of the ghost soldiers of Fengdu. Kui Mulang and Gui Jinyang were immediately panicked and at a loss.
Because these generals all know that what Lu Teng said is not a lie, and every word is the truth. Therefore, the soldiers' inquiring eyes at their heads were not just shining under the flying snow, but were blindingly
Their eyes were like sharp swords, piercing them straight into their hearts.
The silent Kui Mulang and Gui Jinyang didn't know how to face these gazes? How should they answer those questions?
But Yingzhao on the opposite side was satisfied. The effect he wanted was achieved. Gong Mingyi's prestige plummeted in the hearts of the ghosts on the opposite side, so there was no need for him to stand in the snow and ice again. He immediately took the loudspeaker and asked his subordinates.
They said, "Let's go, go back to the city to keep warm."
"Retreat? Don't you wait for my brothers to surrender?" Lu Teng jumped and asked in a question: "You promised me to treat them well. Do you still have to continue fighting?"
Lu Teng, anxious, his face was full of anxiety, and his eyebrows were twisted into a bump. After finally gathering a large army out of the city, he went back before he could finish anything. The emotional heroic move was to let the soldiers take a break
Is that?
"Young man, don't be so impatient. What I said in Yingzhao will definitely make a promise. It's just that it's snowy and ice. We're here to wait for them to figure it out. Isn't it cold?" Yingzhao smiled and raised his hand to pat Luteng.
On the shoulder: "Tonight Guanyue Cha will arrive on the island as scheduled. At that time, let the Fengdu army ask the generals on Guanyue Cha themselves. After knowing the truth, they will definitely come to surrender. I can guarantee you that as long as you put down your weapons
They don’t kill and let them choose themselves. Should they stay and become the ghost of the Nine Nether Kingdom and be loyal to our country? Or go back to become the ghost of the Northern Yin? No matter whether they choose the former or the latter, they will not make things difficult for them."
After saying that, Yingzhao glanced at Gong Mingyi, who was trembling even more violently, then called a messenger: "Leave the hundred stones of food we brought to the Fengdu Army and twenty jars of strong wine."
The messenger left, Lu Teng was still anxious, but what Yingzhao said was not unreasonable and was the best way. In desperation, he had to follow the army and slowly retreat to the city along the way.
The Fengdu Army in the distance were still arguing and questioning, and they had no idea that the Jiuyou Army was suitable for withdrawing from the wind and snow. When they discovered it, the Jiuyou Army had already taken Gong Mingyi away, and was only getting closer and closer.
The vague backs left under the wind and snow, and the vague food and wine that the heroic moves promised to leave to the Fengdu army...
Yellow Spring.
Under the bright night sky, several ghost soldiers in the Yellow Spring surrounded by the bonfire outside Xiao Shizhu's tent. While eating grilled fish, they occasionally looked at the brightly lit tent of the Central Army not far away. Then, they came freely.
There was nothing wrong with the discussion.
"I heard that the Son of God had just gone out for a walk, and he picked up a strange ghost from the forest in the nearby mountains and looked strange."
"Isn't it? I'm covered in long hair and it's pitch black and dirty."
"Have you seen it?" Then a ghost soldier stopped chewing and asked curiously.
"I've seen it. Just now, the Son of God asked me and several other brothers to take the ghost to take a bath." The ghost soldier who was asked was full of joy and smiled, and then said with a smile: "You haven't seen it."
That look is the same as the monkey beast soul. No, it should be said that it is exactly the same as the ancient ape beast souls in the mountains near Jiuquan Valley. Moreover, the hair is much more vigorous than the ancient ape beast souls, and it grows much more, with many backs.
The hair on it was dragged to the ground."
As soon as this said, he exclaimed in surprise.
"Not only that, his hands and feet are the same as those of ape, and his forearms are as long as his legs." The ghost soldier who was talking about before said again: "When you walk, the back of your hands can be close to the ground."
As he said that, he turned around and looked at the brightly lit tent of the Central Army not far away.
They were talking about the black-haired soul with relish as if they were watching jokes.
Xiao Shizhu, who was completely unaware of all this, lay on the bedside in the big tent, staring at the strange soul squatting not far from his bed, squatting in the open space not far from his bed.
After the soul was washed away, the hair was cut a lot shorter by Xiao Shizhu. Although it still looked like an ape, at least it did not have the long hair that mopped the floor, and it looked a little more comfortable.
Xiao Shizhu also asked someone to find him a few clothes to wear. It fits it, but he is too tall and has long hands and feet. The clothes look small when worn on him, which is very inconsistent.
"I can't ask his name, I just know how to eat." Xiao Shizhu sighed lightly, reached out and touched the soft black hair on the ghost's head, as if he was touching the big flowered dog he raised.
But before he could touch it a few times, the ghost shrank his head, then turned his head and grinned at him. A bloodthirsty vicious light appeared in his eyes again.
"What, I'm so fierce and evil-looking, do you want to fight?" Xiao Shizhu asked immediately with a smile, not afraid of the fierce light in the black-haired ghost's eyes.
The black-haired ghost stared at him, and for a moment, his eyes faded away, and he lost all hostility towards Xiao Shizhu. He shook his head silently and then went to eat his own jerky meat.
"He seems to understand what you say." Xunxiang, who was standing beside the national teacher Yingying, carefully observed, and said: "He can understand what he says, but he just can't speak."
"And he is not as good as a wild ghost who has been wandering in an isolated environment for too long." After a little thought, Xunxiang said again.
"He has feelings and thinking. But his ability to speak seems to have disappeared or degenerated, and his behavior is like a wild beast." The national teacher Yingying also followed the conversation after searching for the fragrance.
"You really don't know if he is a sandstorm demon?" At the same time, Xiao Shizhu's inquiring eyes turned to Xunxiang.
Xiao Shizhu kept the identity of the black-haired ghost from his ghost, but he did not keep it secret from Xunxiang.
When this gaze fell on Xunxiang's face, she nodded immediately and said, "No one who has ever seen the demon of the sandstorm has been spared. So I have seen it, and I am not sure if he is a demon of the sandstorm."
While the three ghosts were having a hot chat, the black-haired ghost stood up and walked to the desk beside Xiao Shizhu's bedside, looked around, picked up the ink blocks on it and looked at it.
Xiao Shizhu looked closely and sat up, staring at the black-haired ghost's every move, with a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.
I saw the black-haired ghost pick up the ink block and look at it, then put it under his nose with a big nostril and sniffed it. He smelled a faint fragrance from the ink block and immediately moved his index finger and pulled his tongue out.
He stretched out his mouth and licked it carefully on the ink block.
A stream of black ink was licked into his mouth, and the black-haired ghost frowned immediately, spitting saliva, trying to spit out the black ink that had been licked into his mouth.
"The IQ is too low." Xiao Shizhu slowly shook his head after laughing, sighed helplessly, and said, "It seems that he has to teach him both the rules and common sense."
"Unless!" At this moment, the black-haired ghost did something that surprised Xiao Shizhu. While throwing the ink in his hand, he let out a hoarse and dull curse in his mouth: "Unless!
”.
"Can he speak?" The other three ghosts in the tent exclaimed in unison. The black-haired ghost turned around and looked at their surprised surface, looking at their surprised faces, as if they didn't know what Xiao Shizhu and the others were surprised.
The black-haired ghost, who couldn't figure it out, walked straight to the edge of the bed and squatted down, grabbed the bowl he had put down before, and slowly ate it as he grabbed the jerky inside.
"Although he can speak, he is still a foodie with low IQ." Xiao Shizhu, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, sighed softly again. That night, he finished sighing all his life.
I thought I had won a powerful general, but the IQ of this black-haired ghost was too low. Such a ghost Xiao Shizhu dared not lead troops to him, so he could only stay by his side and be a guard for himself.
But after thinking about it, Xiao Shizhu felt helpless. It was good to have a guard, and he could be a good guard even with a little training, so Xiao Shizhu didn't feel that he was losing.
Listening to the chewing sound of the black-haired ghost, the national teacher Yingying walked over, stood beside him and said nothing, but just stared at the lush black hair above the ghost's head with her eyes that could not be seen.
Although she could not see anything in this way, she could still sense that some kind of spell was implanted in this ghost's mind. The national teacher Yingying couldn't understand what it was.
Perhaps it was because the spell was used by experts, and even the national teacher Yingying couldn't understand what kind of spell it was. He only knew that this spell could block the memory and thinking of the black-haired ghost.
"I always feel that his memory and spiritual consciousness seemed to be suppressed by some technique." Yingying's head lowered slightly, and she said thoughtfully: "The same is true for his low IQ. So his behavior is only instinct, eating, drinking and pulling
Sleep. Then whoever treats him well will be good to him. Just like if you give him jerky meat, he will follow you, and maybe you can protect you."
"Wait a minute, tell me what memory and spiritual consciousness are suppressed by some kind of technique?" Xiao Shizhu raised his hand, made a restricted gesture, and asked, "What does this mean?"
"A ghost used magic to make him lose his memory, and his mind and consciousness could not be fully developed, which made his behavior different from normal ghosts." Xunxiang took over and explained to Xiao Shizhu.
After hearing these words, Xiao Shizhu suddenly became curious and was about to be asked urgently by Xunxiang and the national teacher Yingying, "Did you mean that if we untie the techniques in his body, we will know his life experience.
Can he also restore his normal life to normal, just like a normal human soul?”.
The candlelight swayed on the lampstand by the bed, causing a shaking shadow. Xiao Shizhu frowned slightly under the shadow, as if thinking about something.
The national teacher Yingying nodded slowly and said, "It is the case in theory. But first we know what kind of technique it is, and then we can know whether it can be solved."
Speaking of this, the national teacher Yingying frowned and showed a little helplessness: "But now, he does not let us contact him. Only lord, you and some other male ghosts can contact him.
When he feels uncomfortable, he will have murderous intentions when he feels uncomfortable. Five of the dozen ghost soldiers who have bathed him just now were injured by him."
After saying that, he sighed and spread his hands: "So I can't check it out." (To be continued)