I clearly saw a terrifying expression on Zhao Kuo's face.

A black light suddenly broke through the air, and at the same time, the knife in my grandfather's hand disappeared.

Just when Zhao Kuo was panicked, the black light had already cut on his neck.

Swish!

The girl in white flew out and blood spurted out several meters high.

Losing his head, the ancient bronze sword held in the hand of the girl in white suddenly fell to the ground with a clang.

A black air rose from the ancient bronze sword, as if he wanted to escape.

Grandpa would not give him this opportunity, but when he saw that Grandpa took out a small ceramic jar from somewhere, he opened it to the black gas.

The black air seemed to have met the nemesis and ran around in the air, but it could not escape from the palm of my grandfather's hand no matter what.

Grandpa glared at his eyes, and the black gas was sucked into the small ceramic jar.

At the same time, all the skeleton soldiers in the valley were like clay figures that had lost their souls, all split into pieces, and bones and armor were scattered all over the ground.

Hula la la la la!

I was thinking about picking up some evil things from these skeletons to earn some mental loss, but the dead bones melted on the ground like ice and then slowly disappeared.

Zen Master Baimei clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha.

I don’t know if it is useful to chant Amitabha Buddha by Master Baimei, but everyone feels more or less comforted.

Perhaps this Buddhist scripture was originally used to save Zhao Kuo.

At this time, Yin Xinyue, who was hiding on the hillside, finally walked down. She said with a little sadness: "It's a pity that girl is dead."

Only then did I remember that the girl in white had already been cut off by her grandfather as Zhao Kuo's scapegoat.

Grandpa walked over with his hands on his back and smiled and said, "It's okay, this girl's life is not over, I still have a way."

After saying that, he told me to pick up the head of the girl in white.

Although the girl in white moved her head, I was still breathing for some reason. I was startled on the spot. Grandpa squatted down and stuffed a talisman into the girl in white, and then said to us: "After going back, find a coffin made of willow trees. It must be an old willow that has been growing by the river for more than 30 years. Then sew the girl's head on her body, put it in the coffin, raise forty-nine lees in the coffin, bury it in the soil, and she will wake up after three days of digging out the coffin."

When I was wondering whether this method was reliable, I suddenly heard Zen Master Baimei say, "Brother Yaoyang, you'll leave before you even talk?"

I looked up and found that my grandfather had walked more than ten meters away, leaving only a figure for us.

I hurriedly shouted, "Grandpa, you haven't seen your granddaughter-in-law yet!"

"I've seen it..."

I wanted to say something more, but my grandfather was getting faster and faster.

I followed a few steps, but my grandfather's shadow became more and more hazy and finally disappeared into the darkness.

I looked into the distance with some sadness, my whole body trembled, and I didn't know what to say.

That night, Company Commander Chen asked us to live in the sentry tower.

We were in Company Commander Chen's room, facing the bronze ancient sword and talking.

"I didn't expect that an ordinary ancient sword could cause such a big disaster." I said.

"The sword is dead, and the man lives. It is not this sword that causes disaster, but a hatred heart of man." said the T-shirt man.

Company Commander Chen did not know our business, but he witnessed the resurrected skeletons with his own eyes.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't believe that there are gods, ghosts and other things in this world." Chen Lianchang said with sweat on his head.

"Amitabha." Zen Master Baimei clasped his hands together: "Master Chen should forget about this."

"Why?" Company Commander Chen was a little surprised.

"Because the country will not accept such feudal superstition." said Zen Master Baimei.

"But the thousands of skeletons are still in the valley, and the evidence is conclusive and cannot be denied!" Company Commander Chen said stubbornly.

Zen Master Baimei shook his head: "You are still too young. If Mr. Chen doesn't believe it, he can send someone to the valley to look for it tomorrow. But I guess you will definitely not be able to find half of your bones."

Master Baimei said this bluntly. Commander Chen was a little unhappy, but he thought that Master Baimei had something to do with the leader above.

I dare not say anything more.

As soon as the next day dawn, Company Commander Chen, who did not believe in evil, brought two large trucks of soldiers into the mountain to dig skeletons.

The result was exactly the same as what Zen Master Baimei said. He dug for three consecutive days but didn't dug out half of the bone.

The 450,000 troops, which were like black tides, disappeared silently, and no one knew where they went.

Because the bronze ancient sword belongs to a national cultural relic, I finally handed it over to the museum in Wuhan. The director regarded it as a treasure of the museum and was placed in the largest glass cabinet to display.

Although I feel very painful inside, there is nothing I can do about it. I am just an ordinary antique businessman. I dare to buy and sell antiques, but I dare not sell national treasures.

This result was predicted when I saw the bronze ancient sword for the first time.

Because it is unprofitable and extremely risky, I dare not take this sword.

But unexpectedly, by chance, I was still involved in this incident.

The girl in white woke up a week later, and even the wound on her neck miraculously healed. She had no memory of what had happened before. She just said in a daze that she had a very long dream, dreaming that she had transformed into a general and was penetrated by thousands of arrows from the enemy.

We all guessed that what she dreamed of was Zhao Kuo's memories.

The real name of the girl in white is Zhao Lin. It is no evidence to determine whether her ancestors were from the Zhao people during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. But we have enough reason to believe that she is the descendant of Zhao Kuo.

Everyone has hatred, the difference is the way you treat it.

The more you care about it, the more the fire of hatred will burn, and in the end you will even cause you to burn yourself.
Chapter completed!