Chapter 55 Reappearance of the Ghost Clan

My brain suddenly seemed to have been attacked by mountain torrents and beasts, looking at the iron cable bridge on the steep and straight deep cliff, as if something slowly revived in my mind. I'm really sure that this is not a dream.

Zhang Tong's slightly twisted expression and cold sweat on her forehead also turned pale in an instant. Zhang Tong couldn't help asking worriedly, "Sun Liangtu, are you all right?"

I seemed to be empty and couldn't smell any movement outside me. Zhang Tong handed me the kettle and asked me to drink some water to calm down, but my mood became a little excited and was not controlled by myself. With a bang, I hit hard, and the kettle fell into the cliff like gravel and was silent.

Zhang Tong also staggered a step, and half of his feet were suspended in the air. Suddenly, I seemed to wake up in an instant. I hurriedly grabbed Zhang Tong and pulled him up hard. I was shocked by a cold sweat and hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?"

Zhang Tong patted her chest with her hand and shook her head, but I saw her gasping.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"I'm fine, don't worry!"

I still feel sorry.

Finally, Zhang Tong and I walked in the direction of the cable bridge. We moved forward carefully. I asked Zhang Tong to drag my clothes, which was safer, and Zhang Tong did not refuse. After five minutes, we passed through the narrow aisle and walked to the front of the cable bridge.

I stepped up without hesitation. The cable bridge seemed to feel the weight and shook for a while. Suddenly, my heart seemed to shake with it. It was really horrible. Especially for people like us who are afraid of heights, there are more and more people on the cable bridge, and almost all of them have arrived.

We walked carefully to the opposite side.

The iron cable bridge used to lay the wooden board, which surprised me a little. It was almost all bronze tombs, and the wooden board was actually used as a cushion board, but it was also right. It was completely consistent with my dream. Thinking of this, I became more and more worried.

It seems that the hills fell from this bridge in my dream, and my heart was a little throbbing.

There are more people on the bridge, and the iron cable bridge bears more weight, and the random shaking is frightening.

When I walked halfway, I could hear the creaking sound of the wooden board, as if it was about to fall off at any time, which made it crumble. I couldn't help remind Zhang Tong to be careful, and Zhang Tong answered gently.

The old ghost is also following the enemy, and he dares to take the next step after every step.

And Fatty Ma has been wandering around for a long time.

Although this 100-meter cable bridge is not long, it is like an abyss. At every step, we are extremely careful and finally reach the middle position.

I felt more and more uneasy. With the help of the light of the searchlight, I could see the scene on the opposite side.

But at this moment, I'm a little worried. I'm afraid that it will suddenly come out of the hills and fall into the abyss, but there is nothing I can do.

Just as I was thinking about it, Fatty Ma's voice suddenly sounded. He shouted, "Lao Sun, you belong to the turtle! So slow!"

I looked up and saw that Fatty Ma had arrived on the other side of the bridge.

The cold wind under the cliff is slightly torn.

Fat Ma shouted at us in an air.

Ten minutes later, we walked across the bridge, and finally there was no accident, and my heart was settled down. Because the hills did not appear, the dream may not be real.

After another second, Fatty Ma was like a wild wolf, and ran away with a whine. He was very excited!

A Kangzhuang Avenue presented in front of us, spacious, with bronze tablet carvings standing on both sides, one after another, spreading indecisively. I looked down all the way, and I did not let go of almost every piece of the tablet carvings. Lifelike notes and the familiar 'ghost text' came into view again.

The ghost square text recorded on the tablet are all a piece of eulogy. The characters on the monument are different. There are generals, civilians, and even horses. I watched silently without saying anything. The clay figurine followed me and silently looked at the words on the wall, even Zhang Tong, followed by a group of hands. A sly person with a gun.

The silence is like the tablet here.

"Mills of years!" I suddenly sent out such a sigh.

Zhang Tong asked me, "What's written on it?"

I did not hide and explain everything I saw. The immortal generals and the unyielding civilians are recording their lives, but all the great achievements have been buried under the ground and have not been passed down through the ages.

Maybe they should have been passed down through the ages.

Many stele sculptures are scattered with some people, and these statues are the spreading Great Wall, which is silent and tolerates here.

I made an appointment to look down and found that the age of the monument carvings was different, and the time was getting closer and closer to modern times. I became more and more suspicious. I had seen the Qin Dynasty from the Shang Dynasty, and I actually saw Li Bing and his son again. I suddenly woke up from a dream and broke out in a cold sweat.

Is Li Bing and his son also a ghost family? It used to be a dream. I think it should have been confirmed here. I took a breath and closed my mind!

"Are you all right? Brother Sun. The old ghost asked.

I shook my head.

I continued to look down. Zhang Tong asked me to take a sip of water without being too nervous. After drinking the water, I calmed down a little and continued to look down. In the Han Dynasty, then the Tang Dynasty, by this era, the Guifang people were basically about to integrate with the Han people.

However, the outstanding ghosts at that time are still recorded here.

But what puzzles me is why there is no surname 'wei' here. I remember that when I went to the ground, a wall was vividly carved with a general named Kui Wu. I vaguely remember that the general's iron-blooded record was recorded at that time.

Why doesn't it appear here?

However, the dense ghosts here are indeed talking about the development of the ghosts. Later, this nation has had the desire to restore the country, and has lost contact with some of the ghosts in exile.

This part of the ghosts have entered the Central Plains. After hundreds or even thousands of years of wealth accumulation, this very secret 'grave' has been built here, which is used to record the development history of their ghosts.

I sigh a little. These records, there are men who kill the enemy in blood to defend the country, and civil servants who dare to petition for the people and are not afraid of personal life and death. All these things have moved me a little. Over the years have passed, they have been buried here.

This is the history of this mysterious nation.