"That...that's..."
Ma Ling'er and Zhao Xue looked at the picture that suddenly appeared on the mirror and were immediately shocked. But before they could say anything, the fat man next to them immediately made a silent gesture.
Although this was the first time that Fatty had seen Feng Yun perform such an evil technique, he also knew some basic common sense. During the process of using this technique, other people's words would cause a collision of yang energy.
Therefore, although Fatty was shocked, he did not forget to remind the people around him to remain silent.
The picture in the mirror is like a white horse passing through a gap, jumping a person's life in just a moment.
From the time he was just a toddler, to the time when warriors wore armor and fought on the battlefield, it only took a blink of an eye.
Through the picture that appeared in the mirror, Feng Yun finally understood the life and death of this zombie...
…
The zombie was named Zhao Hu when he was alive, and he was born in a blacksmith's home in a poor mountainous area in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Since he is the only child in the family, his parents love him in every possible way.
After Zhao Hu grew up, he was determined to serve his country and joined the army resolutely.
That day, the general stood on the general platform, his eyes like swords, looking down at Zhao Hu:
"Why do you want to join the army?"
Zhao Hu seemed to have thought about this question for a long time before he came, so he said without any hesitation:
"Imitate Marshal Yue and protect your family and country!"
The voice was not loud, but it was firm enough and attracted the attention of many generals.
"well!"
The general nodded approvingly:
"Da Song Erlang, this is what you should do!"
From then on, Zhao Hu went out with the army. Although Zhao Hu was just a soldier in the army, Zhao Hu always maintained his passion in every war.
"Zhao Hu, why are you working so hard? You always rush to the front?"
When faced with inquiries from his companions, Zhao Hu always said seriously:
"Serving the country with loyalty is the foundation of a man's life. A true man will not stop everything even if he dies!"
This spirit shocked both Fatty and Yan Qilin.
He is just a pawn, but he has the mind of a general.
The general of Zhao Hu's army is the famous General Li. In addition to following General Li in battles, Zhao Hu also forges soldiers in the army on weekdays.
This is a craft he learned in the military, and he is very familiar with all armor formats, as well as weapon forging and care.
In this way, Zhao Hu was forging iron in the army and going out with the army at the same time. Time passed by for decades.
He devoted himself to the military all his life. It was not until he was old that he retired and returned to his hometown.
However, by this time, the Southern Song Dynasty had exhausted its energy and smoke was everywhere.
The large-scale invasion of foreign tribes cast a dark cloud over the entire Song Dynasty.
The enemy's iron hooves trample the land, and the old Zhao Hu wants to put on his armor again and go into battle to kill the enemy.
But time and time again, Zhao Hu came to the barracks, but he couldn't even get through the gate.
"Old man Zhao, I have told you several times that you are too old to go to the battlefield. The conscription is for young and strong men. Don't come again!"
Zhao Hu's body is no longer as strong as before, and his rickets are showing signs of aging.
But the light in Zhao Hu's eyes did not go out because of age. He left the military camp very slowly. The sound of fighting during training always made Zhao Hu nostalgic.
For him, the humble house in the mountains is just a place to live, and this land of war is his home.
Shortly afterwards, the Battle of Yashan broke out, which was directly related to the survival of the Southern Song Dynasty.
Although Zhao Hu wanted to serve his country, he had to watch helplessly as his country collapsed and his family was destroyed.
Every day, Zhao Hu would walk from one end of the village to the other, find the only literate gentleman in the village, and ask about the border affairs before the war.
"Master, how is the war going? Is there a great victory?"
Looking at Zhao Hu, Mr. shook his head and sighed:
"Old Zhang Zhao, you ask every day and worry every night. What is the reason for this? Since you are already in the year of Zhangxiang, why are you so worried?"
Faced with his husband's confusion, tears appeared in Zhao Hu's cloudy eyes due to excitement:
“When the country is here, the family is here.
Even if I am unable to kill the enemy and defend the country on the battlefield, I should still have a plan to serve the country.
How can we be safe when mountains and rivers are in turmoil? "
Just as Zhao Hu said, in that remote mountain village, the sound of blacksmithing could be heard almost all the time, day and night.
Everyone knew that it was Zhao Hu who was working day and night to build weapons and armor, hoping to do his best for his country.
Since he devoted his life to the military camp, Zhao Hu did not marry a wife or have any children.
This incident was considered extremely unfilial at that time, so much so that Zhao Hu did not visit his ancestors' graves for ten years, and said that he would never return to his ancestors after his death.
"Since ancient times, it has been difficult to have both loyalty and filial piety..."
Zhao Hu always said this every time he talked about this matter.
In his heart, he always felt guilty for his parents, and he was even more embarrassed to face his ancestors.
Occasionally late at night, Zhao Hu would sit alone on the mountain road, looking in the direction of the ancestral graves on the mountain.
No one knew what he was thinking, but he always sat like this all night long.
In his later years, he was only accompanied by cold iron tools and hot stoves.
On his deathbed, Zhao Hu was surrounded by people from the village.
Since he had no heirs, only the neighbors in the village came to take care of him.
But even so, Zhao Hu still held the villager's hand with difficulty.
He carefully entrusted all the forged weapons and armor to the village elders.
"If one day, the soldiers are short of soldiers and armor, we must send these to their hands..."
The elders in the village couldn't bear to close their eyes and nodded, and properly placed the weapons and armors made by Zhao Hu himself.
When Zhao Hu lay in bed and could never get up, he knew his end was coming.
Everyone in the village respected Zhao Hu, so when Zhao Hu was bedridden, people frequently came to take care of him.
But Zhao Hu always struggled to get up at this time, grabbed the villagers and asked:
"How's the war going? Can we win a great victory?"
Until this day, when the villagers were asked again, they shook their heads in pain:
"Failed, totally defeated.
General Su Liuyi died in battle, and no one survived the battle at Yashan. The Song Dynasty could no longer defend its gates! "
"Snapped!"
Zhao Hu, who struggled to get up, stumbled and fell to the ground, his eyes dull and full of disbelief.
This news was a disaster for him. General Su died in battle, and the Yashan naval battle ended with the destruction of the entire army.
The shame of the Southern Song Dynasty is carved on the rock wall of Yashan. The words "Destroy the Song Dynasty" here also declare the demise of the Song Dynasty.
"puff!
This was the last news Zhao Hu heard. As a mouthful of turbid blood spurted out, Zhao Hu's life came to an end.
But this obsession turned into a breath in my chest, stuck in my throat.
Until his death, Zhao Hu stared with his eyes open and clenched his fists.
No one could understand the pain in his heart. He watched helplessly as foreigners marched into the Central Plains, but there was nothing he could do...
"I really want to kill the enemy!"
After Zhao Hu died, the people in the village followed his instructions and did not bury him in his ancestral grave.
Instead, they found an auspicious location and buried Zhao Hu in a tomb built with the help of villagers.
On this day, the villagers spontaneously came to see Zhao Hu off, with tears on everyone's face.
I don’t know if it’s because of Zhao Hu or because of the collapse of the country...
All the things buried with him are the armors and weapons made by Zhao Hu.
It is now unable to be sent to the battlefield, so it can only be saved for fighting in the next life.
Times have changed, and the years have passed. The place where Zhao Hu was once buried has now become Xiheli Road.
And because Zhao Hu had great obsession when he was dying and refused to die, this resentment condensed in his throat for a hundred years.
Coupled with the evil spirit that filled the world, he finally turned into a zombie.
As the picture in the mirror gradually disappeared, Feng Yun and others seemed to be returning from a dream.
"Snapped!"
Coincidentally, at the moment when the image on the mirror disappeared, the three sticks of incense stuck on the rice had burned out, and all the straight ashes were broken.
As the saying goes, people are afraid of three long and two short, and fragrance is afraid of two short and one long.
At this moment, the three sticks of incense on the white rice, the ash of the incense fell off, but it formed a sign of two short and one long.
Feng Yun saw this in his eyes and frowned. Then he covered the mirror with a red cloth and asked the fat man to turn on the light.
After turning on the lights, the expressions on the faces of Fatty and the others could be clearly seen. At this time, the expressions of several people looked very solemn, and they were obviously shocked by Zhao Hu's deeds.
This was a loyal man who cared about the country all his life, but when he was dying, he watched the Southern Song Dynasty, which he cared about, perish with his own eyes.
This obsession has been haunting Zhao Hu, so much so that even after the freeze, he continued to build weapons and form a team.
It's no wonder that when the Yin soldiers borrowed the opportunity before, all the Yin soldiers seemed to be possessed, and they were all excited and discussing things about the Song Dynasty.
Feng Yun looked at the motionless zombie in front of him and sighed softly:
"No wonder the obsession is so deep. The Battle of Yashan itself is a battle that is so heavy that it makes people breathless.
There are more than 200,000 officers, soldiers and civilians, and more than 1,000 warships, which still cannot stop the iron hoof of foreigners.
Lu Xiufu threw himself into the sea with the young emperor on his back, and many loyal ministers followed him. Later, it was rumored that there were more than 100,000 corpses floating on the sea.
These things must be a great regret for Zhao Hu, who has dedicated his life to the country.
Since he had no heirs, the villagers had to help with his funeral arrangements. It is no wonder that he was buried with a fallen tree. "
The fat man and the others also sighed. Zhao Hu was not a famous general, or even just one of many unknown soldiers.
But he also fully embodies what it means to be loyal and righteous. Although he is a nobody, his loyalty and righteousness are no less than those of any general.
At this moment, no one present had come out of the emotion just now, so that even the fat man's eyes became much softer when he looked at the zombie.
"I didn't expect that there is such a past hidden in him.
This spirit is enough to be admired at any time..."
Such words rarely appear in Fatty's mouth, which shows how much impact the knowledge just seen has on Fatty.
At the same time, Feng Yun was thoughtful and opened the "Encyclopedia of Folklore" in his spiritual consciousness. The pages of the book opened on their own and turned to one of the pages.
"I think I understand why this matter is not over yet..."
After a moment, Feng Yun looked up at the fat man and others in front of him, and said with a stern expression:
“You just brought Zhao Hu’s zombified body back, but his obsession has not dissipated.
If this obsession does not subside, Xiheli Road will always be restless, and the sound of iron hammering will be endless every day, because that is the sound of him forging armor and weapons to support the front line..."
After saying this, Feng Yun let out a long sigh and closed the "Encyclopedia of Folk Customs" in his consciousness. Then he turned to look at the crowd and said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow evening, at midnight in Houhai, Yan County, we will send you to the sea to offer sacrifices!"
(End of chapter)
