Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

"The three seasons belong to Yin, and the Taiyin is about to be full but not yet full. In addition, countless people have died in the quicksand since ancient times. It is customary to be full of resentment here..."

"So, tonight's midnight is exactly the 'extremely cloudy' time of this month, and this place is also the 'extremely cloudy' place of Kalmala—"

"Under the overcast sky, ghost energy overflows, even ordinary people who have never practiced eye skills can still see ghosts."

"Second brother, you really caught up today." Mu Xici's almond-shaped eyes slightly curved, while typing the tactic in his hand quickly, Mu Xiuning couldn't help but stare in horror and confusion when he heard this: "What? Call……"

What does it mean that ordinary people who have never practiced can also see ghosts? Hey! !
Don't make such a horrible thing so simple and easy, sister! !
The boy's mind was uncontrollably knotted, his instinct told him to run, but at this moment, those legs seemed to be poured with lead for no reason.

He fixedly stared at the little girl's hands that almost pinched out the phantom of the tactic, and the next breath the tactic on her palm closed, the dark wind instantly rolled up the military flag that was stuck on the sand, and brought a hundred meters into a haze. of yellow sand.

The gust of wind closed the young man's eyes, and the evil spirit as thick as the night suddenly pierced through the sky and the earth. Scarlet blood surged and tore out a hideous ghost that was several meters high. His bones!

The sand was engulfed by the wind, and when it was hit on the face, it was like countless knives that cut the face. After Mu Xiuning struggled to open his eyelids, he saw that within the wind and sand, the leader of the ghost screamed and ran towards That girl in Xuanyi holding the flagpole with one hand!
"Little sister!" The young man was startled when he saw this, subconsciously flipped the halberd on his back, opened his mouth and shouted violently, but before he could rush forward, a slightly soft internal force would swing him backwards first Opened three feet.

"It's okay." Mu Xici calmly withdrew his hands, under the howling wind, the thin girl stood tall like a bamboo.

She raised her eyes and quietly stared at the ghost's red pupils filled with resentment, until the evil spirit blew away the military flag twisted by the fierce wind, the carefully embroidered "silver and gold" The word "Mu" was suddenly exposed to the clear light of the frosty moon, and the ghost energy that was still surging suddenly stagnated.

"You... are dry people?" The ghost's voice was dry and hoarse, and there were gusts of cold wind flowing around when he spoke.

He looked at the pattern on the military flag with surprise and hesitation, and after a long time he tentatively said: "Is... a member of Gan Pingmu's family?"

"Yes." Mu Xici closed his eyes and nodded, then beckoned for Mu Xiuning to come forward, flung the hem of his clothes, landed on one knee, clasped his hands together, and respectfully gave the ghost a military salute—

"Mu Wenjing, the sixth generation commander of the Qianping Mu Clan, Mu Xici, the youngest daughter, Mu Xici, together with her brother Xiu Ning, have met all seniors!"

The little girl's voice was clean and clear, and the young man hastily followed her as he brushed his clothes and knelt down.

Now that things have come to an end, even if Mu Xiuning's head is bent to the end, he can still understand what the current situation is like——

The ones that his younger sister used to use talismans and seal formulas were not ordinary evil spirits at all, but the soldiers of the Mu family army who had been trapped and killed by Western businessmen in this quicksand for hundreds of years. Heroic soul!

——Kalmara is a natural danger. This boundless desert is not only the most loyal guardian of his Western merchants, but also the burial place where countless soldiers can't get out of them!
The small country of Jiuxuan is the thoroughfare of the four places. In less than a hundred years since the founding of the country, the imperial capital has been trampled down more than a dozen times.

However, the northern border is cold and there is little arable land, and the northern province of Fuli is vast and mountainous. Therefore, whenever the western merchants encounter a famine, they will definitely raise troops in the southeast, and they will attack the northwest Ningguan of Qianping after they capture Jiuxuan.

As a result, countless elite soldiers and good generals of the Mu family were lost in this desert and wild land in the past dynasties. When his grandfather was alive alone, no less than ten thousand people died in the northwest.

...But he really never thought that even though the stars are turning around and the world is flying for a hundred years, even if those soldiers who have served the country all their lives have been tortured into ghosts by resentment, they can still recognize the military flag of the Mu family at a glance. You can still recognize them as Qianping's soldiers at a glance!
"Mu Xiuning, the son of Mu Wenjing, the sixth generation commander of the Qianping Mu Clan, is reluctant to say goodbye to his younger sister. I have met all the seniors—"

The young man raised his head and saluted. When he spoke, his eyes turned red unconsciously, and the ending sound also unconsciously trembled a little.

The ghost trembled uncontrollably when he heard the words, and after a long time Fang said "OK" twice in a crying voice.

"Okay, okay, they are all good boys, get up quickly, they are all good boys from our Qianping—"

"Gan Ping... How is Gan Ping now, but it was still in Changning? Is your majesty still in good health?"

"And the general, the old general, did he lead his brothers out safely? I remember when we strayed into the quicksand, the old general and the others took another route—they should be okay, right?"

"Oh, by the way, look at my brain—" the ghost said as he raised his hand and wiped his face, and the blood that lingered around him dissipated, revealing the man's vicissitudes of life, "I know how to ask questions, but I also forget Tell them to put away that ghostly aura!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and waved to the ghosts who had just rushed up behind him, and his voice was filled with joy that was hard to ignore: "Stop acting like a ghost, this is my own, this is the ghost." Let's beat our own people—"

"You old bastards hurry up and restrain yourself, wait carefully before scaring the children!"

He let go of his voice, and the ghosts returned to their original colors in response.

A group of undead soldiers, old or young, dressed in new or old, spring or winter dry uniforms hula la surrounded the Mu brothers and sisters. I stiffened.

"Little sister..." The young man grabbed his little sister's clothes and quietly lowered his voice.

Pity him, Young Master Mu, for the first time in his life to see ghosts, even though these ghosts are the souls of the seniors in his Mu family's army, he really doesn't know how to get along with them at this moment.

"Shut up and stand still." Master Mu pretended to cough, and then answered the questions raised by the ghost one by one very generously and calmly.

"Senior, Qianping is now rich and the people are strong, everything is fine."

"It's just that it's the Changle period now, not the Changning period—Emperor Zhaocheng (posthumous title) died 28 years ago."

"If you just asked about the Battle of Mobei in the 27th year of Changning, we indeed won that battle, and my grandfather also successfully led the [-]-odd army out of Kalmala."

"However, after three years in Changle, my grandfather was unfortunately attacked and died in battle in northern Xinjiang—the two aunts also died in battle one after another."

"That's it... that's it." The ghost murmured, he looked down at his blurred toes, his face seemed a little dazed, "The three generals died in battle."

"Then... young master should be okay?" He lowered his tone, his eyes filled with urgency and hope that he didn't know, "It's your father."

"Is he all right?"

"He's fine," Mu Xici twitched his lips slightly upon hearing the sound, "my father took over the mantle of grandfather—"

"It's now my first line of defense towards the border."

My tears are worthless, shit, woo woo woo woo help