Late at night, late at night.

Wushan Village was completely silent, without the slightest noise.

Suddenly, Yan Zhixu, who was sleeping on the bed, opened his eyes, and his eyes pierced through the door, looking at the ancient army team wandering in the corridor outside.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, wearing light blue pajamas and pajamas.

She walked to the door and twisted the door handle, and those unconscious ancient troops were floating around in the house.

Pacing to the living room, I saw the little bit of vitality absorbed by the soldiers gathered towards the people in the middle.

Judging from the armor, the man in the middle should be a lieutenant. There are many arrows on his body and many scars.

The armor on his head has long since fallen, and he is holding a sharp sword in his hand, and the killing aura on his body faintly remains.

All the vitality gathered on the lieutenant's body, and he punched into a good quality token and sent it towards the direction of the mountain.

Ancient characters are engraved on the token, and upon closer inspection, it seems to be the words of the Qilin Army.

Yan Zhixu pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

She raised her eyes to look at the sky, and suddenly saw a burst of evil spirits in the direction of the back mountain, accompanied by the blood evil of the blood light disaster.

And the position of that suffocating energy belongs to the same direction as the Qilin Army's transmission of vitality.

"coming."

Yan Zhixu's expression was slightly dignified, and he pinched his fingers to calculate the empty hexagram, and the result could not be calculated.

He summoned the Frost Flower Sword hidden in the sea of ​​​​knowledge, carried the Spirit Sword and stepped on it with both hands, chanted the mantra, and walked with the sword.

——

Back Mountain.

Deep in the mountains and forests, in an ancient tomb.

Although the location of this ancient tomb is remote, the building inside is extraordinarily majestic and there are long-burning lights on both sides.

There are also incomprehensible characters carved on the walls, as well as majestic paintings.

In the engraved painting, a brave and skilled army is stationed at the border for the empire, repelling the enemy and keeping the motherland stable for several years.

This army is as ferocious as a beast, and it was named the Qilin Army by the emperor for its illustrious military exploits.

The Qilin Army did not listen to the emperor's call, but only obeyed the commander of the army, the King Yu.

In the 32nd year of Emperor Wu, the enemy country joined forces with other neighboring countries to attack Nanliang, and the newly married Yu Wang led the army.

The 80,000 kylin army fought against 300,000 enemy troops. The army had no food or grass, and the court did not send reinforcements to help. In the end, the kylin army died in battle.

Princess Yu lost her husband when she was newly married.

Inside the ancient tomb, there were traps everywhere, and a group of people who looked extremely young sat on the ground, starving.

The dry food prepared in the backpack is already very few, and if there is no exit, it is estimated that he will starve to death in the ancient tomb.

A handsome-looking man clenched his fists and smashed against the wall even if his body was stained with dust.

"Fuck, your horses are really unreliable at all. Labor and management should not have agreed to explore with you in the first place."

Lu Yao leaned against the cold wall, his face was exhausted and exhausted, and his heart was filled with fear of unknown dangers.

Suddenly, a scene in Jiu'an Hospital appeared in his mind.

——“It’s better to go out as little as possible during this time, and it’s better to rest at home.”

Lu Yao climbed from the ground and stood up, looking horrified, pacing back and forth anxiously.

He murmured to himself, "She... did she know something?"

Seeing his crazy appearance, the others looked at each other.

Lu Yao must have been frightened, right?