This was probably the most bizarre thing Lao Dao had ever seen in his life, because not far away, that Mongolian warrior held something in mid-air with his left hand, and under his body, there was only a head-shaped shadow.

  If someone finds that a part of their shadow is missing, and the missing part appears on another person's body, then it can only be explained by an optical illusion.

  The soldier gazed incredulously at his own reflection on the ground, his face twisted into an expression that was almost unimaginable. Fear, despair and incredulity all mixed together in a chaotic mess. Then his eyes began to widen infinitely, the eyeballs nearly bursting out of their sockets. His mouth opened into an "O" shape, his throat constricted as if blocked by a piece of meat, wanting to scream but only able to emit a faint "huh-huh" sound from the air entering and exiting his trachea.

  His face rapidly changed from normal to red, then white, and finally purple. As his eyes turned a dull gray, a purplish-red face filled with infinite terror fell backward with a thud.

  All this happened between the flash of lightning and the spark, even the old knife closest to him did not support his falling body.

  Stunned, this is the best word to describe them now. No one can understand how a living person could die in such a way, so quickly and with such an unusual method, unheard of before.

  "Oooo... oooo..." "Boom... boom... boom" The sound of various bugles and war drums echoed through the Wild Ox Gorge once again, and the two teams that had just stopped immediately began to retreat.

  "A long howl... " followed by another round of charging, for a moment, people and horses were overturned, as if they had ignored these modern humans huddled together again.

  Lao Dao hugged the icy corpse, his fingernails deeply embedded in the flesh, his entire skeleton creaking. He put down his comrade and shouted as he pulled the bolt: "All listen to orders, wipe out this bunch of scum!"

  Zha Wenbin took a step forward and hugged Lao Dao's waist, shouting: "Don't shoot, Chaozi, hold him down for me!"

  He could have been controlled by a single glance from Lao Dao, who had already turned red-eyed. With just one flick of his wrist, Cha Wenbin was sent rolling to the ground. Chu Zi saw this and pounced on Lao Dao with all his might, and the two men rolled around on the ground in a tangled mess. The other people were at a loss for what to do, unsure whether to intervene or not, as the situation had already begun to spiral out of control!

  Lao Dao was indeed extraordinary in his skills. After just a few rounds, Chao Zi had already been beaten to the ground. A carp leapt up and shouted: "Kill him for me!"

  "Rat-a-tat-tat", flames burst out in all directions, bullets filled with hatred poured down on the two sides that were locked in combat, and also stopped them from continuing their slaughter.

  These people were like phantoms, bullets passing through without falling down, and there was no bullet hole on their bodies.

  An arrow flew over at an extremely fast speed, and with a "whooshing" sound, one of the soldiers' neck stretched forward slightly, then his body fell straight back down. There were no wounds on his body, but the shadow on the ground showed that there was still an arrow stuck in his chest, with only half of the tail exposed outside.

  "Yin soldiers are borrowing a way! These are yin soldiers that cannot be killed." At this time, he could only pray for the ancestors to show their spirit, since ancient times, yin soldiers borrowing a way can only be avoided, not blocked.

  After the death of soldiers, they still maintain their high fighting spirit before life. These people often become Yin Bing. When the yinbing passes through, all gods and ghosts must avoid them. There is no power that can resist the edge of these soldiers, because they are the god of war, the embodiment of martial arts.

  There are three theories, one of which is that the yin soldiers from the underworld appear, which often signals a major disaster that will result in many deaths. The reason is that too many ghosts emerge at this moment and the yin messengers can't catch them all, so they send out an army to collect souls. Otherwise, the ten thousand ghosts would drift around in the human world, wouldn't it be chaotic?

  Another version is that the Ten Halls of Yanluo will come to the world to inspect, with tens of thousands of ghost soldiers opening the way in front, who dares to block?

  The third theory is that today's war of the Yin soldiers may have been a fierce battle many years ago, with both sides fighting to the last man and still unable to forget their hatred for each other after death. So at some point, both sides would go to war again, history did not disappear here, it was just repeatedly put on the screen, projected once and again, unfortunately this time someone interrupted, how could history tolerate being interrupted?

  In short, when encountering the yin soldiers borrowing the way, hiding is a wise move. Not to mention that Cha Wenbin was powerless to resist, even if those several gods who were being worshipped in the Taoist temple for many years came down to earth in person, they would have to retreat and avoid it, self-preservation is important.

  Then another soldier riding a tall horse waved a big knife and rushed towards the crowd, while other dark soldiers fought together in an instant.

  Lao Dao suddenly lost his senior general, died unjustly, and knelt on the ground like dead ashes. He finally saw with his own eyes another world that Cha Wenbin had said, and finally understood that there were still enemies in this world that could not be solved by guns and cannons in hand.

  The sound of slaughter continued, and the busy vanguard of Yin soldiers temporarily forgot that modern humans no longer dared to disturb them. They silently witnessed and guarded the two brothers who could not close their eyes until the dark clouds in the sky once again obscured the starlight.

  They came like the wind and left like the wind. The ground was littered with paper men and horses, some already torn apart, others still maintaining their charging posture.

  Suddenly, a burst of thunder flashed in the sky and struck the ground, setting ablaze the paper men and horses. In an instant, a long dragon of fire swept away everything. When the starlight reappeared, the two red stars had separated, and Jupiter was no longer guarding the heart. What it took away were two corpses that had already turned cold.

  Cha Wenbin said he was powerless, struck by the dark soldiers, and his soul flew away instantly, never to be reborn. They are natural harvesters of souls, they are killing gods from another world.

  "It won't come again, at least not tonight." Zhang Wenbin said.

  Old Wang sighed and squatted in front of Old Knife, saying: "I also used to not believe in these things, but I've seen real Yin soldiers borrowing a path. Since then, I started believing that there are some things in this world that are destined by heaven."

  "Have you seen it?" Cha Wenbin had only heard that such a thing existed in this world, but today was also his first time seeing it.

  "I've seen it before, when I was still an archaeology student, our team discovered an ancient tomb in Tangshan with several young people. It had been looted very badly, and the things inside were all over the place. The leader decided to conduct emergency excavations. At that time, we worked during the day and also at night, and I was assigned to the night shift."

  At that time we were living in a hostel in the city, with a driver responsible for picking us up. By the time we arrived at work, it was already evening.

  The car arrived and we set off immediately to the scene. When we were still an hour away from Tangshan city, the car broke down on the side of the road. At that time, everyone was very anxious because even the driver couldn't find out what was wrong with the car. This was a new car, which had just been allocated not long ago. If it was damaged, we would be in big trouble.

  The driver then wanted to go back and call someone to repair it, push the car to a position by the side of the road, let us several people watch the car, outside there were many mosquitoes, we several people took off our shirts and got into the car to listen to the radio.

  At that time, the radio was playing a song and we were humming along behind it. Suddenly, the radio signal disappeared. At the time, I thought the car's radio was also broken, so I prepared to get off. As a result, a horseshoe sound came from the side of the road.

  Through the window, one by one, horse-drawn carriages were walking in the middle of the road, but no one was seen driving them. Only a lantern emitting a pale green light could be seen on each carriage. At that time, a young man wanted to go out and see the excitement, but our team leader at the time covered his mouth and said: "Those are yin soldiers borrowing the way, don't make a sound."

  Those horse-drawn carriages took about fifteen minutes to pass by, with several hundred vehicles in total. During that time, we didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Behind the carriages were rows and rows of soldiers wearing ancient armor. At that moment, we were like archaeologists, discovering armor from the Qing Dynasty, Ming Dynasty, and even as far back as the Qin Dynasty.

  Fifteen minutes later, the Tangshan earthquake occurred, and it is said that a total of 240,000 people died, including the master who went back to repair the car. Later, we tried to start the fire, and the car caught fire immediately."

  Zha Wenbin said, "There is a saying: 'Yin moves three, yang moves four, one cry of the chicken divides life and death.' The yin army must also arrange the time for marching, tonight it's estimated that it will pass like this, these two brothers are either taking the corpses out or burying them on the spot, you make the decision."

  Lao Dao waved his hand and said, "Bury him then. As a soldier, one should be prepared to die on the battlefield. Why bother with a horsehide shroud?"

  Chen Wenbin performed Buddhist rites for the two comrades who had sacrificed, although their souls had already dispersed. They were preparing to set off overnight, and they really couldn't stay here any longer. The team that had just experienced life and death wandered in the seemingly endless Wild Bull Gorge with tired and fearful bodies.

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