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I made a mistake, I asked him to speak, but I didn't understand what he said, so what should I do?

I slapped a piece of talisman paper on his forehead to immobilize him at first, and I sat down and pondered.

I thought about the things that Uncle Zhao talked to me about, I remember that when Nengwa's child was evil, his mouth kept talking, and there was a merchant who said that it was like the accent of Jinling, like the merchant at that time, most of them walked through the south and the north, and the burden on their shoulders was picked up and sold wherever they were sold, and it was estimated that they had been to Jinling, and then made a judgment after listening to Jinling's words.

Think about it carefully, after more than 2,000 years of development and reproduction, Chinese civilization is no longer the original state, the pronunciation of the ancient language is not the same as today, for example, I once read a book, the research in the book said that there is a spell in the south, in fact, it is the words of the ancient people, at that time, the alien invasion, all the men were killed, and the women were occupied, and the women had no way to resist, so they could only secretly scold and relieve their anger, and they were handed down, and they became all kinds of spells, and slowly, no one even knew the original meaning of those words. Because the newborn children speak the language of aliens, they have forgotten their own language

Could it be that this guy is speaking some kind of old language that has disappeared?

I looked up at the ghost, who was sitting on the ground and was all black, as if he had just crawled out of the chimney, and his mouth was still talking about something, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, and his eyes lit up when he looked at me.

I really don't understand what he's excited about, buddy, you're still in my hands, I'll squeeze it and you'll be gone

At this time, there were a few fluorescent lights in front of me, and then there were more fluorescent lights, and those fluorescents were slowly approaching me, and when I got closer, I could see that it was a pack of wild dogs.

It turned out that after the wild dog fled, he called his companion. You want to avenge my dog's mouth for taking food.

This guy's revenge is really strong, but revenge on me, you are looking for the wrong person, I stood up on the ground, and shifted my attention from the ghost to the wild dogs.

At first, the wild dogs still folded their paws and trampled on the ground with their meat pads, and when they saw me, one of them barked for a few days, and the rest of the dogs also barked in response, and in the barking, their ranks slowly formed a fan-shape and surrounded me.

The sturdiest of them all neighed, and the dogs, as if commanded, kicked on their hind legs and rushed towards me. As a result, it can be imagined that when the wild dogs that rushed in jumped into the middle of the body, they were already on fire all over their bodies, and when they fell to the ground, they had already turned into countless fire dogs, and the fire dogs whined a few times, and their bodies bounced a few times before they stopped, and they were slowly burned into charcoal.

The rest of the dogs lay on their front feet and retreated again and again, and in the light of the fire, a pair of frightened dog eyes appeared, turned around, and ran away with their tails between them.

After this little episode passed, I went on to trouble the ghost.

He still kept talking, as if he regarded me as a relative, talking about something, and it was better to understand it, but it was like a mosquito, no, it was a lot of mosquitoes buzzing in your ears, which was very uncomfortable.

I silently took out a talisman from my backpack, sealed his mouth, and dragged him out of the ghost fire, which burned for so long, the ghost fire seemed to have burned enough, and slowly dimmed.

I sat down on a flat stone, and the ghost was thrown by me, and I glanced at the guy who looked like a wooden stick lying there upright, and I continued to think about it, and the clothes on this guy were clearly visible, black and mushy, and I could faintly see a few rattan-like things.

In ancient times, there were generally two kinds of armor, one was cast in iron, heavy, strong, and the other was made of rattan, first made of rattan into the appearance of armor, and then boiled several times, poured with tung oil, and after drying, the same invulnerability, not only the cost is lower than that of iron armor, but also more lightweight, the difficulty is that it is inconvenient to make, this guy is lying on the wear, it should be rattan armor, but over time, the rattan armor has already rotted, and it has become a black and mushy ball.

But what's the use, I'm not an archaeologist, so I don't need to care about what he's wearing when he's lying on it, I just want to get something out of his mouth

Archaeologist Yes, I suddenly remembered, even if he said an ancient language, then why not find an archaeologist They are professionals, maybe they can understand Thinking of this, I took out a soul sealing jar from my hiking bag and sealed the ghost inside. After a few glances around, it seems that there are no other evil things here except for this ghost, as for the ghost fire, then I have nothing to do, so many people's grievances in the bones, there must be an outlet, and when the grievances turn into ghost fire and burn clean, it will naturally be fine.

If I forcibly calm it down, it will be easy to have an accident, and it is better to block it than to loosen it.

As for how many years the ghost fire of the 400,000 corpse pits will burn, I don't know. However, judging from the fire just now, it will be no problem to burn for another few hundred years

I thought about it, squatted down again, drew the location of the ghost fire, and handed it to Uncle Zhao when I went back, as if he was repaying me for his hospitality

I looked around, found the highest mountain here, walked to the peak by the moonlight, until the full moon sank in the west, and finally reached the bottom of the mountain, I climbed an old pine, stood on the fork and looked down, a valley in front of me, all into my eyes.

In this area, the terrain is complex, and there is a faint atmosphere of swords, and the mass grave, where the two valleys meet, is condescending, as if you can see the confrontation between the two armies back then

In that case, does Zhao Kuo also have anything to do with the immortal soul extraction The history books record that Zhao Kuo failed to break through five times and was shot by the Qin army, Zhao Kuo, Bai Qi, and the two parties both died unexpectedly, is there any inevitable connection between this is the killing of the immortals

I shook my head, feeling that I was too conspiracy theory, and the more I felt that I had walked into the pit that Bai Chen had set up for me, and the more I felt that it was the best choice not to listen to any of his words at that time, and to kill him directly.

I calmed my heart and threw a rune paper under the tree, the rune paper fluttered and slowly fell to the ground, and as soon as the rune paper landed, it suddenly led to dozens of places, and a yin and yang gossip array slowly appeared