"There is a river in the east of our country, and the water is Boluo." "The Zhang River also passes through the west of the ancient city of the county (Julu), and the water has an old Tianjin, which is called Boluojin."

Nowadays, the thin and low-rise water is a famous ferry. However, it is not in the old ferry of Zhang River, but on the branch water of Jinquan River.

"There are still Boluo Pavilions in the Han Dynasty."

Here, it is close to the mainland, with lush water and grass, and gentle water flow. It is not like the turbulent Zhang River. Once the dam breaks, it will be uncontrollable. It is suitable for digging canals.

"However, the morale of the camp is floating and the morale is not strong. Forced driving and going out to dig canals will backfire." Shen Pei is not without worries.

Seeing Lu Cheqi's opinion, Su Yue said: "The morale is poor because he is afraid of gods and ghosts. You only need to break the evil magic of the Yellow Turbans and have no ghosts in your heart. You should be at peace with your army and be strong in your morale."

"Can Mingting solve it?" Lu Zhi asked.

"I'm sorry, General Cheqi led an elite soldier and drove away ghosts to the dune platform with me." Su Yue stood up and said.

"So, who would like to go with you?" Lu Zhi looked around the camp Lieutenant General.

Seeing that all the generals bowed their heads and said nothing, Zhu Ling, who was in the last position, stepped forward with a high spirit: "The last general is willing to go."

"Very good." Lu Cheqi rarely smiled. Zhu Ling's courage may not be inferior to Gao Lan.

"I am willing to go with you." Shen Pei also spoke.

"Zhengnan's illness has just recovered, so it is not advisable to be frightened again." Lu Zhi declined.

"'Zi doesn't speak of strange powers and confusing spirits'. What I saw in that day still often reappears. I sit and lie down all day and feel uneasy. If I don't see through the secrets of heaven with my own eyes, I may not make any progress in my life." Shen Pei told the whole story.

"That's fine." The importance of mood to counselors is self-evident. Lu Zhi asked, "When will we set out?"

"When the firewood is applied to the sulfur, you can set off." Su Yue replied.

"Be careful in the camp and do not make any mistakes." Lu Zhi said loudly.

"Here!"

Three days later, all the things were done. Several military chariots, hundreds of firewood chariots, several good craftsmen, five hundred Hebei soldiers, Su Yue, Shen Pei, Zhu Ling, and Lu Zhi set out at night.

The man held a piece, the horse wrapped his hooves, and the cattails wrapped his wheels. He drove out of the camp quietly.

The so-called "the car is covered with silk and walls." "Wrap the wheel with cattails to get the peace." We wrap the wheels with cattails and decorate the inner wall of the car with silk and decorate the car's inner walls. They are often used for Fengshan or to welcome wise men to show respect.

The wood truck wrapped around the wheels, so it was to silence.

The Yellow Turban Tortoise shrank down and did not come out, and the Han army distributed scouts in advance. In addition, they were scared to death on the corpse-hanging platform last time, and even retreated for ten miles. I thought I would dare to come. So don't bother all the way, and the sky was about to turn white and arrived at the sand dune platform.

Five hundred Hebei soldiers immediately protected the firewood cart, circled around, and spread around the platform. Su Yue led his own good craftsman to approach the platform wall quietly. The dune platform stood on the ground. Last time, Lu Zhi led his troops to the stage. But this time he did not hurry to take the stage. Su Yue listened against the platform wall made of bluestone, held his breath and took a stick of incense to light it. He saw that the light smoke rising strangely floated into the cracks of the bluestone, as if it was sucked in by the platform.

The so-called "there is no airtight wall in the world". This sand dune platform is even more airtight on all sides. The air can flow convection.

In other words, the cracks of the rock that cannot be inserted into the fingers are actually empty. It is precisely because of these tricks that ordinary people cannot detect that the thief hiding in the platform can breathe freely.

"Sure enough." Su Yue nodded happily.

As Lu Cheqi said.

The platform is completely visible, with only a leather coffin in the middle. The ground is covered with sand and soil, and no bamboo tubes are extended. If the thief hiding under the platform wants to breathe, he must think of another way. Therefore, the air-permeable walls on all sides become the best choice.

Just imagine, if it weren't for Su Yue, who was sure that there would be a living person under the platform, so how could he get close to the stone wall? Bluestone walls were built in ancient times, which were to protect the solid sand and soil base. There was no abnormality. How could ordinary people think that behind the bluestone wall, the square sand and soil base had been secretly dug up, hiding evil intentions.

"Cross the four walls with firewood," Su Yue said.

"Okay!" Zhu Ling stretched out his hand and waved it. Five hundred powerful soldiers, straw hats, straw raincoats, and black scarves. He carried firewood from the car, piled up bundles around the platform.

The firewood covered with sulfur has a special stench. Naturally, it is necessary to take good protection.

A hundred trucks of firewood were quickly piled up by five hundred elite soldiers. They also threw the straw hat and straw coats stained with sulfur on their bodies into the firewood pile. A hundred people were left behind and followed Su Yue's orders. The remaining elite soldiers regrouped and met with Lu Zhi and others who were stopped ten miles away. They spitted their ties, unzipped their hooves, and removed the wheels. A team of people rushed to the dune platform.

The carriage and horses were parked under the stage. Zhu Ling led the troops to form a formation, protecting Lu Zhi to step up the steps and climb to the platform.

The leather coffin is still there.

"Beat the drum!" Zhu Ling ordered.

The drum sounds shook the sky.

The terrifying scene seemed to be awakened by a living person. The original scene reappeared. Shen Pei was terrified. Even Zhu Ling and others were also inexplicably frightened.

"Slowly hide the thief, smuggle the thief, stolen the country, steal the sister-in-law, receive gold, deceive the world, deceive the world, deceive the heavens, and deceive the superiors. Those who steal the hook, kill the country, and stolen the country—"

The reason why there are dark sounds on the stage are everywhere, sometimes far and sometimes near. This is why it is revealed from the gaps in the surrounding platform walls and then transmitted to the stage.

Su Yue and others, standing in the audience and approaching the wall of the bluestone platform, listened very clearly.

"Light!" Su Yue gave the order, and a hundred powerful soldiers and rockets were fired. The fire suddenly ignited.

The smoke rolled for a moment.

On the stage, the leather coffin was raised on its own, and the lid of the coffin was moved. The mummy of the "Xiaoren Emperor" who was wearing a golden jade suit but lost the golden jade cover suddenly stood upright: "You don't know how to live or die, how dare you disturb me... Cough cough!"

"..." Zhu Ling, who was already scared to the verge of collapse, shuddered suddenly.

The soldiers also looked around, and mummies... would they cough?

"Cough cough! Cough... I'm lonely, I'm dying with peace of mind... Vomit--"

In order to dubb the mummy, he forced his mouth to hurt the respiratory tract. The person who controlled the puppets in the audience retching continuously.

There were far more than one person who heard the coughing sounds one after another.

Looking at the soles of his feet, Zhu Ling suddenly became powerful. He lost most of his martial arts due to fear and returned to his peak: "Pretend to be a ghost!"

The sand dune platform is like a square piece of tofu, bulging up on the ground. The poisonous smoke rises by the hot wind, and the hot and cold flows. It flows in every hole and penetrates into the gap. It covers the entire platform in the blink of an eye.

"Wear a mask!" Zhu Ling gave the order, and the soldiers wore breathing masks from Ji Country.

In a moment, the platform quickly raised one mound after another. The palms of his hands broke out from the ground. The black-clothed puppet master pulled himself out immediately. They strangled their throats, their eyes bleeded, and howled, and they ran around like headless flies.

Zhu Ling grinned and raised his teeth. He raised his sword and cut a man in black in half.

The blood gushed. The puppet master, who was only half of his body, was flowing in his stomach and crawling to death.

"Haha! It's true that innocent and innocent!" The general was like this, and all the soldiers under his command fought for the first place.

Cut melons and vegetables, kill all the puppet masters.

Looking at everything, the knots of your heart will be resolved. There is no more fear: "The Yellow Turban Thieves pretend to be gods and ghosts, and they will mess with people's hearts. They should be killed!"

Lu Zhi said calmly: "The Taiping Demon Thief, everyone is afraid of being unable to avoid it, and they are afraid of causing trouble. Only King Ji calls it a cult. Today I understand the profound meaning."

"When a person dies, his bloodline is exhausted, his essence is destroyed, his body is destroyed, and his body is destroyed, and he becomes ash, so why is it used to be a ghost?" Shen Pei sighed: "Wang Zhongren, it is really not...an ordinary human beings!"
Chapter completed!