Zhao Delin walked over with a serious look on his face and asked.

The soldier named Dunzi looked pale at this moment, and his eyes were closed, not like a stranger.

"It was fine just now, but suddenly..."

A veteran frowned and wanted to answer Zhao Delin's question, but he didn't know what was going on. He didn't know what to say halfway through his words.

Chen Zhao and Mao Qingming also came over and carefully observed the soldier.

Chen Zhao is not a doctor, so he can't tell the reason, so he can only turn his attention to Mao Qingming.

This lord is a strange man in Du Li’s three mansions. He is well-versed in geomantics, yin and yang, feng shui techniques. He and his disciples are valued by Du Li’s.

Rumors are said that he is resourceful, has a clever idea, and is capable of calling the wind and rain. He is a contemporary Liu Bowen who has made great contributions to the Northeast during the process of taking charge of the Northeast. Although he did not hold any important positions in the military and political affairs of the Northeast, he was Du's confidant.

The location of the Empress Dowager's Mausoleum was also what he provided to Du Lisan.

According to him, his master was once the former emperor of the Former Jin Palace. This Empress Dowager's Tomb was the Feng Shui treasure land and the dragon vein treasure cave that his master had found after traveling to the northeast for more than ten years.

He learned about the records of this matter from his master's suicide note and the various arrangements of the organs in the Queen Mother's tomb.

Because of this, the important matter of stealing the Queen Mother’s Mausoleum was under the responsibility of Chen Zhao’s fundraising department, Zhao Delin and his team cooperated, and Mao Qingming, the Yin-Yang Master, was guided by him.

Although Chen Zhao didn't believe that he had the ability to call the wind and rain, Du Lisan, who could defeat his opponents and successfully ascend to the throne of the Northeast King, must have some ability.

Sure enough, seeing this, Mao Qingming immediately squatted down, stretched out his palm and put it on the unconscious soldier's forehead, then withdrew a few fingers in his palm, and drew a few strokes on the soldier's forehead with his index finger and middle finger ghost drawing talisman.

"ah..!"

Dunzi suddenly opened his eyes, screamed, and his chest was undulating and gasping for breath.

His eyes showed a look of horror, and his pale face slowly returned to a little bloody color.

"Oh, it's God."

"It's worthy of being Mr. Mao."

The soldiers around who looked at the situation couldn't help but look at Mao Qingming with admiration.

Not to mention anything else, just gestured twice to wake up a coma. It was indeed amazing.

A ray of sperm flashed in Chen Zhao's eyes.

Mao Qingming's methods made him recall some of his own experiences.

In the past four years, he and his brothers from the fundraising department have traveled all over the Northeast, digging graves and striking money, breaking graves and searching for gold, making considerable contributions to the abundant military capital of the Fengtian Army.

During this period, I also encountered many strange and terrifying things that even scary things are scary.

The world and all things are mutually reborn and restrained. When encountering some things that ordinary people cannot solve, they will naturally look for those extraordinary people.

Therefore, he also met many monks, Taoists, and shamans, and had benefited a lot or gained knowledge.

"Dunzi, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

An old veteran asked anxiously.

The veteran is Dunzi's fellow townsman and his squad leader, so he naturally cares more than anyone else.

"Yes, why did you faint? You still scream so cunning?"

Zhao Delin also spoke, staring at Dunzi and asked.

"I...I..."

After being asked several questions in a row, the young soldier couldn't help but stutter, and he had not recovered yet.

"Mom, tell me quickly, I'm so anxious!"

Zhao Delin raised his eyebrows, glared at the tiger's eyes, and shouted loudly.

"Dunzi, don't worry, just tell me slowly, what's going on."

The squad leader was still considerate. Knowing that Dunzi had not recovered yet, he held Dunzi up with his hands and stroked him behind him, and said.

"I...I saw a lot of people, no! They are not humans, but ghosts! They are holding me and not letting go! They hold my legs and not letting go!"

Dunzi's pupils shrank slightly, and he trembled, and shouted in horror.

As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere in the air changed suddenly.

Especially the dozens of people around Chen Zhao who belonged to the fundraising department, all of them looked ugly.

Although they belong to the fundraising department of the Fengtian Army's secret department and an organization with an official background, their actions are just like those despicable tomb robbers in the world. They do the same business and eat food from the underworld.

There are many taboos when doing this business, especially in the process of digging mushrooms, and some words should not be said are important precepts.

Once you say the wrong thing, it will make everyone timid and lose their courage. If it is serious, it will be fulfilled and may lead to any bad consequences.

Now this soldier named Dunzi belongs to this item and violates the rules of this industry.

For this reason, Chen Zhao's men were so angry that their teeth were itchy, and some even put their hands on the place where they could stop the gun at their waist.

Chen Zhao's eyes passed by, causing the group of people to stop and dare not move.

He looked at Dunzi, the young man with a pale face and a dazed expression.

He thought he had good eyesight and could see that Dunzi was not pretending to be fake.

‘Maybe, Dunzi really saw something unclean!’

Thinking of this, Chen Zhao couldn't help but feel sank and subconsciously touched his pocket.

"Nonsense! It's just nonsense! Where is that thing? Where is it? Ask him to come out and show me? It's a damn slut, let me see if you guys smoke cigarettes? I'll let me down at the critical moment!"

Zhao Delin's roar echoed throughout the underground space, causing the increasingly restless atmosphere in the air to dissipate immediately.

Chen Zhao saw it clearly and understood it.

This Regiment Commander Zhao is not only an expert in marching and fighting, but also has two skills in grasping people's moods.

All the soldiers heard Dunzi's horrified memories.

There are many people, and after hearing this, all kinds of thoughts appear. It is inevitable that some mentally retarded believe it and create an atmosphere of fear, which makes everyone feel shaken.

In ancient times, when fighting wars were most afraid of the roar caused by unstable military morale and the tension of soldiers.

The same is true for now.

At this moment, their troops went deep into the underground tombs. Although they did not experience gunfire rain in the dark and quiet environment, their mental tension was no different from on the battlefield.

Once the soldiers' tense spirit is dominated by the atmosphere of fear, unpredictable bad consequences will inevitably occur.

Zhao Delin was well aware of the truth, so he immediately shouted at Dunzi to break this atmosphere.

Mao Qingming naturally understood the meaning, looked at Chen Zhao, and found that Chen Zhao was also looking at him.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled in a clear way, and they were all silent.

"Group, leader, I didn't smoke big cigarettes... I really saw..."

Dunzi slowed down for a long time, but Zhao Delin roared again. He woke up and said aggrievedly.

"Shut up and you! Give me some energy and don't be stupid."

The old squad leader punched him, interrupting Dunzi's explanation, making Dunzi lower his head even more aggrieved.

Zhao Delin, who had not yet calmed down, did not cause trouble for Dunzi anymore. Instead, he looked around and looked around all the soldiers following him and shouted:

"I'll listen to it, cheer up, don't think a few random things, think about this and that. Remember, you are not a fire stick in your hands! Even if there is anything messy, you don't dare to provoke us! They all came out of the pile of dead people, afraid of a bird? If you dare to come out, feed him a gun! When we followed the commander to beat the Russians, our brothers were not even afraid of the Haikuans, so what else could they be afraid of?"

"Ha ha..."

As soon as these words were said, morale aroused, and some soldiers laughed out loud.
Chapter completed!