He Xingtian really couldn't figure out what was going on. He quickly helped the old man up and stood there stupidly. The old man hurriedly let him go to the inner room and poured tea again, and the two continued to talk.

The old man said to He Xingtian: "Sir, don't be afraid! We were all well-trained soldiers during our lifetime. Three thousand years ago, we were originally under General Chihun. We had experienced hundreds of battles in that war between gods and demons, but in the end we all died in the battlefield." As he said that, his body looked forward and his eyes were fixed on He Xingtian's eyes.

He Xingtian's brain was spinning rapidly, looking at the old man up and down, "Can I really meet a ghost?" His eyes were full of doubts.

"Sir, you guessed it right. Ours is indeed ghosts, but we have no malice. We are all kind soldiers and organized. You don't have to be afraid." The old man said again.

He Xingtian couldn't help but take a breath. After seeing this, the old man said, "Don't panic. People have evil people and ghosts have good ghosts. We will not hurt you. You can rest assured!"

He Xingtian was actually very scared, but when he was here, he could only calm down and see what the old man wanted to do! Then he said to him, "If you have anything, just say it! I'll listen carefully!" He Xingtian said calmly.

"Three thousand years ago, after our team was defeated, the dead were buried here. We have always hoped to be reborn in the cycle of reincarnation, but we are afraid that we will lose the memory of our previous life. I don't know what happened, but we have been outside the three realms, without reincarnation, and without the souls. I guess it is because of the blessing of gods, so we have always maintained the status quo. We devoted ourselves to practicing, hoping that one day we can go to the battlefield again to avenge Lord Chihun. Our wise and powerful Lord Chihun!" As he said, tears were heard.

"Chihun! It is the mighty Chihun three thousand years ago! He is the leader of the demon world!" He Xingtian said.

"That's it! It's our Lord Chihun! Thinking back then, he led us to fight the God Realm, and after a hundred battles, he almost won. He didn't know why he suddenly failed and ended up miserably!" As he said that, he was sad again.

"When both sides fight, each has their own victory or defeat, it is common for military strategists! Don't worry too much!" He Xingtian persuaded and explained.

"You don't know! That war lasted for more than ten years, with wars coming, the world is dark, and people are living in poverty. It can be said that it is a catastrophe of heaven and earth! It should not have happened!" said the old man.

"Who are you fighting with?" He Xingtian asked.

The old man did not answer. He seemed not to hear He Xingtian's question. In fact, He Xingtian asked knowingly. Seeing that he did not answer, he did not ask.

"Are your Lord Chihun dead?" He Xingtian changed another question and continued to ask.

"Our Lord Chihun, since the talisman map was stolen, he has lost his previous divine power. In the end, he failed. Is it dead or alive? To be honest, we do not know. But one thing is certain, that is, we have not seen the corpse." The old man said.

"Taotu! Is it the taotu that has been circulating in the world for a long time? Is the legend true?" He Xingtian's eyes emitted a strange divine color! "Tell me the story of the taotu!" He Xingtian's anxious mood was fully expressed! At this time, the old man stopped answering.

He Xingtian had no choice but to listen to whatever he said!

"In other words, it is possible that your Lord Chihun is still alive now!" He Xingtian asked another question.

Speaking of this, He Xingtian's eyes were full of hope.

The old man actually knelt down on the ground with a pounce, "The sky has eyes, everyone knows that our Lord Chihun is a hero who stands tall and will not let him die inexplicably!" As he said that, he kowtowed to the sky outside.

"After now, have you been here for three thousand years?" He Xingtian asked.

"Yes! We were buried here after our death and have never been moved. However, after storms, my grave needs to be repaired. You are the first person to pass here in three thousand years and stop drinking tea. We are extremely grateful!"

"Not right? When I first came in, I saw that your house was well-organized and well-organized, and it was not as dilapidated as you said!" He Xingtian said.

The old man cried, "What you see is just illusion, come and take a look!" As he said that, he asked He Xingtian to come to the window to look outside. He Xingtian looked carefully. Indeed, the graves were very short, with weeds everywhere, surrounded by wreckage and feces of various beasts, which were extremely dirty.

He Xingtian turned around and was startled. He saw that the house was also filled with bumps and smelled badly, and there was no place to stay. There was no leisure and fun just now, and there was no warmth and comfort and tranquility just now.

He Xingtian hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I understand, let's get back to its original state!"

At this moment, the old man was gone. He Xingtian searched carefully inside and outside, but he couldn't find it.

Suddenly, a voice came vaguely, "Sir, I'm sorry, the villain said too much, and revealed the secret of heaven. I have to shut up! There will be a date in the future!"

But the old man didn't show up no matter how you greeted him. He Xingtian knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time. He immediately walked towards the door, and at this moment, with a rumbling sound, the whole house collapsed. Fortunately, He Xingtian was not hit, but there was some dust on his head. He Xingtian came to his senses and found himself standing in the cemetery. He Xingtian was neatly arranged hundreds of graves of various sizes, both in front, back, left, and right.

The dead grass on the grave swayed in the snow, extremely desolate, and the crane walked into the sky burst into tears.

I don’t know how long it took... He Xingtian couldn’t help but tremble all over and immediately came to his senses! The snowflakes on his body had already had a thick layer.

At this moment, dozens of fast horses galloped over, and the horsemen shouted loudly, stepping on the snow in the wind, and they were very mighty.

They rushed towards each other and disappeared after entering the cemetery.

He Xingtian suddenly understood that these people were the people who were drinking in the inn.

He Xingtian felt that he could not just leave, so he shouted loudly, "Hey! I'm leaving! I will come back to repair your graves for you! Don't worry! I keep my word, I'm definitely a person who can entrust it! Don't worry!" After saying that, he bowed deeply three times, and then walked back.

The wind and snow were getting heavier. He Xingtian could no longer remember the way he came, nor did he know which direction he was heading, but he just remembered that there was a big tree outside the inn.

"Let's go! You can only leave it to fate!" He Xingtian thought.
Chapter completed!