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Chapter 297 [Ghosts Ancient Battlefield] (4500 words)
Even if the monk didn't cry, talk or shout, in the snowstorm, Zheng Xiu clearly saw the dilapidated flags rattling.

On the military flag, the characters "Zheng" are magnificent and elegant, swaying in the wind and snow.

Zheng Xiu finally saw this scene with his own eyes, saw the march of ghosts on the wasteland, and saw Zheng's army flag!
He recognized it at the first sight, every word on this flag was written by Zheng Haoran himself!
Vigorous, powerful, full of passion, unrivaled pride, his words are like his own. Zheng Xiu looked at the characters "Zheng" one by one, as if he saw Zheng Haoran standing in front of him, reaching out to his young self, leading him to ride a horse and raise it high. High, dancing with knives and guns.

Where the heavy snow was flying, the ghost army first rained arrows, and then rushed there. The horses that had become skeletons were still wearing armor, and charged towards the place where the three of them were. Arrived suddenly.

"careful!"

Feng Bei waved his right hand in the air, the dark saber light condensed into a straight beam of light, and when it reached mid-air, it exploded like fireworks. The sharp saber light twisted towards the rain of arrows in the sky. While strangling the rain of arrows, it also dispersed the snow cloud.

"what?"

The moment Feng Bei made his move, he let out a small gasp, and raised his eyes to the sky in some surprise, feeling puzzled.

Her saber didn't seem to hit the real point, the rain of arrows seemed murderous, but it had no substance, so her saber passed through the rain of arrows and tore apart the snow cloud.

The goose feather snow stopped in an instant, and the moonlight fell, and the figure of the ghost army became clear.

They were still wearing rotten armor, and the dried blood had already rotted into black, and as the ghost army moved, it peeled off piece by piece and turned into dust.Between the broken armor pieces on their bodies, there are faintly black creeping silk threads connecting them, making the armor pieces hang on the ghost army's body.

"kill!"

There was a deafening yell that seemed to come from the netherworld, and black flames lit up in their eyes.

"stop!"

The monk hid behind Zheng Xiu and shivered.

"Brother, you have to protect me!"

The monk said coquettishly while grabbing the clothes on Zheng Xiu's back.

Zheng Xiu's back felt cold, and he looked back at the monk.

The monk lowered his head "shyly".

Feng Bei clenched his fists, expressionless: "Brother, respect yourself."

"Then, let me change it."

The monk looked resentful, and sighed like a boudoir. In a blink of an eye, the bewildered monk went online again.

Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu stood side by side.

Her eyes were dim, and she looked into the distance.

The charge of the Hundred Ghosts Marching stopped unexpectedly.

Ten zhang away from Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, and the monk, they confronted each other far away.

The ghost soldier was on the skeleton horse, the black flames in his eyes flickered silently, the silence was terrifying.

"Here, why did it stop?"

The monk scratched his head, poking out his shiny bald head from behind Zheng Xiu, wondering.

"As expected of you, monk."

Zheng Xiu straightened his back, calmed down, and said with emotion.

When I brought the monk out at the beginning, I also wanted to try the monk's "luck" and borrow some luck.

The luck of [Huahua Station] is "the lucky star shines brightly", and it really is.Gu Qiutang endured the severe cold, hunger and thirst motionless on the top of the snow-capped mountain. After squatting for several months, he managed to see the "flash in the pan" of the hundred ghosts marching, but the monk didn't come for long. Ghost Xingjun chased him down, so lucky and terrifying.

In addition, Wei Chen gave orders that he would have a catastrophe when he went north, and he took the monk out to block it.

Wait a minute.

Zheng Xiu was so preoccupied that he couldn't help turning his head to look at Feng Bei.

Fengbei and Orange Cat tilted their heads to one side at the same time: "?"

[Fengbei Station]'s luck is "Heavenly Fiend Lone Star".

Then she stood with the monk... Whose is it?

Is it "the lone star of the evil spirit" or "the shining star of fortune"?
Feng Bei didn't have time to think about Zheng Xiu's strange expression, his brows were slightly frowned, his red lips parted slightly, and he said calmly, "Husband, be careful, it's a bit weird. When I blocked the arrow rain just now, I realized that the arrow rain has no shape."

Incorporeal?

fake?

phantom?

Zheng Xiu was surprised when he heard this, but he didn't doubt Feng Bei's judgment.

"Big brother!"

At this time, the monk who had been paying attention to the marching place of the ghosts let out a scream, pointing to the distance: "Someone... Ah bah! There are ghost soldiers coming!"

The three of them stared at each other.

Among the shadowy ghost soldiers, a tall and burly ghost soldier with a tiger-shaped visor covering his face, which seemed out of place with the rest of the ghost soldiers, pointed his spear to the ground, dragging the tip of the gun, and walked towards this side step by step.

call!
On the wasteland, following the movement of the tall ghost soldier, the sound of the wind stopped suddenly, and the snow dust on the ground rolled around him with every step the ghost soldier took.Surprisingly, a vortex formed around him out of thin air, and it swept up, spiraling into the sky, and the momentum was extremely shocking.

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

Among the ghost soldiers behind them, there was a sudden sound of orderly war drums, and the ghost soldiers shouted their battle horns in unison.On the quiet wasteland, the sound of the ghost soldier's battle horn was heard far away, echoing in the void. Listening to the battle horn, one can't help but feel excited and excited.

At first, the figure of the ghost general who was walking forward was blurred and he couldn't see clearly.As the general approached, Zheng Xiu gradually saw clearly the armor, the full-face visor, the red tasseled spear, and the burly figure.

Zheng Xiu was shocked all over.

"This is impossible."

Zheng Xiu muttered to himself, the astonishment in his eyes could not be concealed.

"This is impossible."

"This is impossible."

"This is impossible!"

Zheng Xiu looked shocked, his fingers were trembling, and he walked towards the general step by step.

"build?"

Feng Bei sensed that Zheng Xiu's expression was wrong, and just as he reminded him, Zheng Xiu didn't turn his head back, and replied to Feng Bei in a tone as if he was in a dream: "It's my father! It's my father! It's impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Zheng Xiu said that it was impossible, but his pace became faster and faster, walking towards the general.

Feng Bei and the monk looked at each other. At this moment, the panic in the monk's brows faded away, replaced by a calmness and composure that Feng Bei had never seen before.

"There is true love in the world."

The corner of the monk's mouth curled up, revealing an elegant smile, he looked at Fengbei: "With his temperament, no matter what, he must ask himself to understand."

"You are……?"

Feng Bei's pupils shrank, but the monk lightly raised an index finger by his mouth, revealing a mysterious smile.

"Shh..."

next second.

"Brother! Wait, little monk!" The monk's facial features changed again, and he quickly chased after him.

Feng Bei also catches up with the illusory knife shadow.

General Hujia pointed his spear and laughed three times: "I am the general of Dagan Zhenguo, Zheng Haoran, who is here!"

Hearing this, Feng Bei and the monk's complexion changed. The true face of the Hundred Ghosts Marching was really Zheng Haoran who had been dead for 20 years? ?
"It's me, Dad! Xiaoxiu! It's me! It's me! I've grown up! I've grown up! Do you recognize me?"

He walks fast.

more urgent.

Joy and sadness appeared on the face at the same time.

He trotted all the way, staggered halfway, this scene made Fengbei's chest tight and uncomfortable.

At this moment, the orange cat temporarily regards Fengbei's soft bosom as a nest. It raised its eyes and squeezed out of the "cat nest" as if comforting, jumped onto Fengbei's shoulder, stretched out its tongue and lightly licked Fengbei's cheek .

"Wolf king?" Zheng Haoran sneered: "What wolf king and tiger king, a mere barbarian, how can he be king in front of this general!"

Zheng Xiu was astonished.

Zheng Haoran looked up to the sky and shouted loudly: "We want to fight! Let's fight!"

Zheng Haoran didn't seem to hear Zheng Xiu's words, pointed his spear at the sky, and the Hundred Ghost Soldiers fell silent in an instant.

Zheng Xiu came to Zheng Haoran with complicated feelings.

He looked at the broken armor, like an illusion, flickering and flickering, looming.

He suddenly understood that the so-called March of Hundred Ghosts was not really the reappearance of Zheng Haoran, but a phantom left 20 years ago.

For some reason, the phantom of Zheng Haoran 20 years ago wandered along the marching route in the past. On a snowy night with a full moon, under special conditions, he would walk in the wilderness with the attitude of "a hundred ghosts marching".

"Mirage?"

Zheng Xiu laughed at himself, and wiped the corners of his eyes with a smile.

Feng Bei stepped forward, and Zheng Xiu explained with a smile: "The snow is a bit heavy, it melted, and it hurts the eyes."

The monk rubbed his head, puzzled, looked at the sky, wondering: "The snow has stopped, hasn't it?"

Now only two zhang away from the Hundred Ghosts March, Feng Bei and the monk also saw the clue.

Their bodies are illusory and unpredictable, like flowers in the mist, moon in the water, they do not really exist in this world.

Thinking back just now, it was only when Feng Bei blasted away the snow clouds with a single blow, making the moonlight even stronger, that the true faces of the Hundred Ghosts could be seen clearly.

Once the moonlight dissipates, the phantoms of the marching ghosts will return to ashes, dust to dust, and dissipate in the ordinary world again.

"It is impossible for people to be resurrected from the dead...Brother, please forgive me."

After the monk understood, he clasped his hands together with regret on his face.

Zheng Xiu closed and opened his eyes, and smiled to hide a trace of disappointment deep inside. He knocked on the monk's head with a muffled sound, and as the reminder of [Seven Heart Town] popped up in front of him, Zheng Xiu was startled, and then remembered what was in the monk's head. Still holding a ghost, Zheng Xiu shook his head after a while, and said with a smile: "How could I not know? Who said I hoped that my father would come back from the dead?"

"Ouch!"

The monk's head was hard, but he still pretended to be in pain, covering his head and screaming.

Fengbei looked at the monk, she really knew that the monk was born as an "ascetic monk" because of his unique way, and suffered from being split by the demons.But the "inner demon" that appeared on the monk's body just now made Fengbei feel a little different.

She planned to avoid the monk and secretly tell Zheng Xiu about it later.

During those ten years in the world in the painting, Feng Bei and Xie Yunliu, that is, the monk, were like brothers and sisters. Even if they returned to the ordinary world, Feng Bei still regarded the monk as the only relative in the world.

Not blood relatives are better than blood relatives.

Fengbei is worried that the monk will be backlashed by demons.

After all, he has more than [-] demons.

"Let's go."

Although Zheng Xiu didn't know why Bai Qiuyue desperately sent him here, but after getting close to the Hundred Ghosts Marching, Zheng Xiu learned a fact.The March of Hundred Ghosts is not the resurrection of Zheng Haoran or the remnant soul wandering in the world.

Zheng Haoran is dead, or in other words, Zheng Haoran was brought into Ever Darkness as a "human pillar" more than 20 years ago, so it is impossible for him to appear here.

This is an established "fact".

It is also the truth.

Bai Qiuyue also said that Zheng Haoran was one of the three pillars selected in the "ceremony" 20 years ago.

Zheng Xiu now fully understands that more than 20 years ago, apart from the two pillars of Baili Village, the third pillar was his father, Zheng Haoran.

"My father is a stranger?"

This is a piece of information that Zheng Xiu needs a period of time to slowly digest.

It turned out that the stories circulating in the city many years ago were true.

But who actually passed it on?

"Let's go."

Zheng Xiu waved his hand in a dispirited manner, and the thorn-like glaring texture on Feng Bei's face retracted, and the long hanging hair covered his right eye again.

"This, is it over?"

asked the monk.

"It's over."

Zheng Xiu grinned grinningly.

"After returning home, the monk wants to drink a bowl of hot ginger soup."

The monk stepped on the snow and secretly said to Fengbei.

Feng Bei smiled, nodded and agreed: "Okay."

at this time.

Zheng Haoran, who was motionless like a mirage, suddenly had lines again.

Zheng Xiu stopped and turned around in surprise.

"I have a son."

Ding!
Zheng Haoran flicked his spear, stuck it in the snow, submerged half of the spear like tofu.

After he took off the visor, the tiger-shaped visor, Zheng Haoran's face was shrouded in a mist, Zheng Xiu squinted, the mottled mottled, not to mention the face, the contours of the facial features could not be seen clearly.

"My silly boy's single name is one word, Xiu! He cultivates his body and cultivates his character! I have been fighting all the year round, and I have a murderous spirit. I take this name to make him a bit bookish! My child, follow me in spirit, follow his mother's face, and he will be a good boy in the future." It's mighty and handsome. Do you believe it?"

"Don't believe me? How about a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"By the way, do you have a baby?"

"Not yet born?"

"Then it's settled!"

"Hahaha! After this battle, let our children meet when they grow up."

"If you have a son, you can become brothers with my son! If your baby is a little girl, and my silly son likes it, you can form a husband and wife!"

"Not good? What's wrong? I'm not afraid of anything. Worldly constraints are bullshit!"

"Who said that Dagan and Beiman cannot intermarry?"

"Perhaps, the day when our children become sworn brothers or get married is the time when the two countries cease war and the world is at peace!"

Zheng Haoran laughed. He raised his hand and held something like a jar of wine. He drank it up with his head up.

Boom!

Zheng Haoran threw the wine jar away, and the sound of pottery shattering came out of nowhere on the snowy ground.

I saw Zheng Haoran clenched his fist and stretched forward.

"A word is settled!"

The direction the fist was facing, I don't know if it was a coincidence, happened to be facing Zheng Xiu, right in front of Zheng Xiu.

A snow cloud came silently again, covering the full moon.The ghost soldiers on the snow field, and Zheng Haoran who was motionless in Zheng Xiu like a phantom, their figures changed from solid to illusory again, as if the lights were burnt out, almost transparent, as if they would disappear at any time.

"I see."

This phantom made Zheng Xiu completely relieved. It turned out that the wolf king before his death did not lie.He and Zheng Haoran did have a "children" promise back then.

The wolf king dragged his seriously ill body and lived for 20 years just to wait for Zheng Xiu.

He wanted to see Zheng Xiu.

Confirm whether Zheng Xiu is as powerful and handsome as Zheng Haoran said.

Zheng Xiu thought of all the blind eyes and abuse he had given Yue Linglong along the way, and couldn't help feeling guilty.

Even though he has no feelings for Yue Linglong, after all, this is the baby kiss that his father made in the past, and he shouldn't inherit the feud on Yue Linglong.

"Both mighty and handsome..."

Relieved, Zheng Xiu raised his fist and lightly touched Zheng Haoran's fist, the phantom that was about to disappear.

"I didn't embarrass you."

boom.

next second.

Zheng Xiu was stunned.

He and Zheng Haoran's fist... bumped into each other.

call!
The light and shadow in front of him suddenly distorted.

"build!"

"Big brother!"

The anxious voices of Feng Bei and the monk came from behind.

A sense of dizziness struck, Zheng Xiu's eyes went dark, and he was grabbed by two hands and one claw at the same time.

Countless fragments flickered in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes, like a revolving lantern.

It is said that people will see revolving lanterns before they die. Seeing revolving lanterns at this moment is obviously not an auspicious thing.

The stream of light in the tunnel whirled and sucked Zheng Xiu in. Zheng Xiu discerned the fragments in front of him, obviously very familiar, but Zheng Xiu had never seen many fragments.The people above, the things above, seem to have experienced it personally, and it seems to have seen it in a dream.

I don't know how long it took, maybe half a day, maybe a moment.

When Zheng Xiu came back to his senses, he was still sitting on the spot, raising his fists in a daze, maintaining the posture of stretching forward.

A tall figure turned his back to the scorching sun in the sky, and a halo was dimly wrapped around his side.

He laughed loudly, and raised his fist to touch Zheng Xiu.

"What's wrong? You little soldier, are you frozen stupid?"

[You have entered the Ghost Mystery Ancient Battlefield. 】

A line of distorted small characters of gnats flashed in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes.

In astonishment, Zheng Xiu rubbed his eyes, and finally saw the face of the man who bumped his fist in front of him clearly.

...It's Zheng Haoran!
"father!"

Zheng Xiu blurted out.

(End of this chapter)