Although it is easy to say, when you really act, everyone is sweating in their hands.

The encounter with Japanese ghost soldiers again was different from the previous two times. Whether it was to explore the secrets with Shen Qing or to go to the prison underground of Zhao Qi to the hospital, they all went in with their bodies.

Weapons in the underworld can damage people's Yuanyang, but they cannot kill people, but the current situation is different.

The bodies of the four people were still on the boat and were dominated by a mysterious force to sing the drama. Although it is not certain what form we exist now, it is thought that it is similar to the living soul leaving the body.

If the Japanese were alarmed, shot or bayonet, it would be hard to say whether they could be killed or not.

The four of them closed their mouths and did not dare to let out, and walked forward quietly with their waists.

I don't know the organization of Japanese soldiers during World War II, but there are quite a lot of these Japanese ghost soldiers, at least thirty or forty.

Fortunately, they were all fascinated by watching the show. Some of them put their guns behind their backs, and some of them leaned down on the ground. They were all careless but looked at the show boats on the river with a daze on their faces, but they did not find our existence.

Feeling the chill from the bayonet up close, I seemed to smell a bloody smell.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "Donkey, you guys can understand the hair. Just you guys are good at doing things, so you should watch the geisha dance!'

I was about to walk past the Japanese ghost soldiers. I accidentally looked into the ghost soldiers' team and suddenly became shocked.

I saw two small groups of Japanese soldiers standing in two rows. Although they were also watching the opera boat, they were all holding rifles and standing straight attentively.

In the center of the two Japanese soldiers guarding, a Japanese officer wearing a woolen uniform and high-pin horse boots on his feet sat carelessly on a marching chair, shaking his head and watching the show.

What shocked me was not this Japanese officer, but a thin woman curled up next to the marching chair!

The woman, wearing a popular 1990s clothes, did not look at the stage, but hugged her knees with her hands and crouched there like a poor kitten.

I recognized this woman at a glance. She was actually Xiao Jing who Zhao Qi had been looking for day and night!

I subconsciously turned my head and saw that Zhao Qi had stopped and was staring at the woman blankly.

I gritted my teeth, took a step back, pulled Zhao Qi, put my mouth in his ear and said:

"You guys go there first, I'll find a way to take Xiao Jing away."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Qi grabbed me, withdrew his gaze, shook his head at me with red eyes, and then pushed me forward.

After getting away from the Japanese ghost soldiers, Sun Lu asked me:

"How come there is a Chinese woman in the Japanese devils? It seems that she is still a modern person?"

I didn't answer him, but thought for a while and whispered to Zhao Qi:

"You are all waiting here, I will go around from behind... I will definitely take Xiao Jing back."

"No!"

Zhao Qi grabbed me, closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. The tears of the two men meandered down his strong cheeks.

He opened his eyes suddenly and raised his hand to wipe his eyes, "The Japanese officer ranks are very high. If he goes to save Xiaojing now, he will definitely alarm the Japanese devils. We... let's save Sang Lan first..."

"But Xiao Jing..."

Before I could finish speaking, I felt his hand holding my arm and exert force.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said word by word:

"Living people are important!"

My body shook violently, and an indescribable bitter feeling surged in my heart.

Compared to me, a half-baked gentleman, Zhao Qi is even more an ordinary person.

After more than ten years of hard search, he learned that his beloved had been taken over as early as the first time, and he had already thought in despair that Xiao Jing was dead.

Even if Duan Chengfeng said that Xiao Jing’s life should not be extinct, for an ordinary person, he would never believe that his lover who had been dead for twelve years could be resurrected! Even I don’t believe it!

I believe that if Sang Lan hadn't had any accident before, Zhao Qi would have rushed forward desperately, and even if he tried his best, he would have brought Xiao Jing back to the world that belonged to us.

However, at this time he was more rational than me who knew the inside story. He could try his best to control his emotions and in turn told me which is more important...

"Walk!"

I gritted my teeth and said, finally glanced at the Japanese ghost soldiers, and sweared secretly in my heart that after I found Sang Lan, even if I couldn’t bring Xiao Jing back this time, I must find a way to find out the truth about the Japanese ghost soldiers and bring Xiao Jing back to our world intact.

I decided to do this not only for Zhao Qi, but also because I have become less resigned to fate as before.

Even if everyone says I have no chance with someone, I must find her back...

The four of them walked silently through the foggy woods.

Sun Lu finally couldn't help asking me:

"Such a fog... are you sure the direction is right?"

"I'm not completely sure, I can only rely on my feelings. Sang Lan should be in this direction."

Dou Dabao said: "Why are there so many disasters and difficulties in the little beauty? We sing opera together, why did she get into trouble alone?"

I shook my head and didn't say anything.

If all the strange things that happened to Ji Yayun in the past can now be explained by the "Ling Family's Destiny" and Ling Hong's madness.

After the fierce mother and child caused by the corpse oil, Sang Lan's various disasters experienced were completely confused.

It seems that someone has been secretly calculating her, and I feel that more than a group of people are thinking about her.

But who would have so much effort to plot against a female student?

Is it just because she looks beautiful?

"How long have we been gone?" Zhao Qi asked.

"It will take more than twenty minutes to leave those Japanese devils," said Sun Lu.

Zhao Qi said: "According to the speed of five to six kilometers per hour, we have walked almost two kilometers. If we follow the direction in reality, where should this location be?"

"Pinggugang." I blurted out.

But as soon as I said that, the doubts in my heart became even deeper.

According to the blind man, the situation is reversed and the Yin and Yang are in harmony. That should be that all the ghosts have moved from Pinggugang to Eryetun.

Hundreds of lonely ghosts did indeed arrive near Erye Tun, why did Sang Lan come here instead?

"Fuck!" Sun Lu suddenly stopped and pointed to the front and said in confusion: "How could there be a temple here?"

I was shocked and quickly looked in the direction of his fingers. I saw a corner of the eaves of ancient buildings vaguely revealed in the fog. When I looked closely, I found a temple vaguely.

"It was the temple last time!" Zhao Qi looked at me.

I swallowed with difficulty and nodded.

I have already recognized this "tea" that Zhao Qi and I arrived at the crematorium through the Yin-Yang Gate.

Seeing this "tea", I couldn't help but think of the black and white photo again.

What exactly is this temple as the background of the photo?

I felt my heart felt even more stuffy and painful, so I didn't even bother to think about it.

Just as I was about to move forward, I suddenly felt a red light all over my body.

"Damn it! Where did the lantern come from?" Sun Lu and Dou Dabao stared at the top of their heads at the same time.

When I looked up, I saw a red lantern floating in the air. I couldn't help but laugh, "Bullshit, guess who is this lantern?"

Before Sun Lu could react, he heard the lantern laughing:

"You ask him to guess, unless the canteen aunt's hands stop shaking, you can guess it."

"Damn it! Happy!" Sun Lu almost burst into tears on the spot.

"You silly guy, you guys, your eye sockets are still so shallow." Zhang Xi's voice was a little sad, but he forced a smile and said, "It's done, our three brothers Huo Luxi are gathering again."

"Can this be called Juqi? You've all... become a dead ghost." Sun Lu wiped his eyes.

"Hehe, is there any difference?" Zhang Xi smiled, and his voice suddenly became serious. "Now is not the time to reminisce about the past. Time is limited. Hurry up and follow 'Mr. Bao' to save people!"

"Born your sister!" I laughed and cursed, but I felt much more at ease.

Because the incident happened suddenly, I didn't bring any magic weapon at all. The red light appeared and Zhang Xi arrived. It was equivalent to the Yin-Yang Knife that came to me again. Now I met Japanese ghost soldiers again, so I can be considered as the capital to give it a try.

"Let's go!" I said loudly. I raised the front of my official robe and walked towards the 'teem' first.

When I arrived at the entrance of the "Museum", I saw the gate closed, and the inside and outside were full of life.

"Damn it...damn it..."

Sun Tuzi, who had always been brave, pulled me, and his voice trembled a little.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a blink of an eye.

Sun Lu rolled his eyes upwards and pointed his hand upwards.

I looked up and my whole body shivered violently.

Last time I came to the temple with Zhao Qi, I had not had time to see where this place was, and the handwriting on the plaque on the door had disappeared strangely.

This time the words on the plaque did not disappear.
Chapter completed!