Chapter 471

There were three types of ghost soldiers.

The first type of ghost soldiers was when an ancient or modern army was defeated. It was caused by the lingering resentment of the army, coupled with the weather and geographical environment at that time. The second type of ghost soldiers usually appeared after many people died in a major disaster. This kind of ghost soldiers referred to ghost soldiers sent by the underworld to capture souls. The third type was the war in the World of Ghosts and Souls.

"F * ck, there shouldn't be any Japanese here. During the Songhu War, many of our people died here. If there were to appear, it should be our troops or the people who were killed by the Japanese."

Su Bai didn't feel too afraid. After all, with his experience, he could still maintain a calm attitude when he encountered ghosts or other supernatural things. He even had the mood to tease them.

"When two countries go to war, especially when it involves two huge nations such as China and Japan, it's no longer just a fight between a few hundred or a thousand lives, it's more like a battle between two countries' destinies. Under the crushing pressure of the two countries' destinies, the millions of souls that died in that war can only passively become a part of the general trend, becoming the consumption and increase of the destinies of the two countries. This is also why so many people died during that period of time, but very few of them turned into ghosts."

"There's such a thing?" Su Bai smiled, "I've learned a lot."

Taking out a cigarette, Su Bai lit it and turned his head to look at the rearview mirror. The group of Japanese was still walking, and it seemed like there were quite a number of them.

"What's with this group of Japanese soldiers? This is different from what you said before, monk. "

"Amitabha, this can only mean one thing." The monk looked at Su Bai with a smile.

Su Bai was no stranger to the monk's smile. In fact, he was very familiar with it. The monk was a very black-bellied and shrewd person. This kind of smile, people who didn't know the monk would think that he was very kind, but Su Bai knew that this was the monk's expression of excitement when he had a plan in mind.

"This means that this group of Japanese soldiers didn't die in battle, but died for other reasons. And that reason can turn them into ghosts after death and form ghost soldiers decades later." The monk put his hand on the window. "Su Bai, this is the luck of the Poor Monk."

Su Bai flicked the ash off his cigarette, "Well, you're starting to be narcissistic. I'll stop the car by the side. You get off and follow the ghost soldiers."

"Why do you want this car?" The monk was a little puzzled.

Obviously, the monk was aware of Su Bai's family background. When they were in Jiuzhaigou, Su Bai had also paid for their expenses along the way. Now, he actually valued this Santana so much, which surprised the monk a little.

"Because this car is clean." Su Bai said seriously.

"Okay, Poor Monk, get off first." At this time, the red light hadn't passed yet. The monk directly opened the door and walked out. Then, he went around to the back of the car. He should be chasing the ghost soldiers.

Su Bai waited for more than ten seconds. The red light changed to green. He immediately turned left and stopped the car in front of the shop. He didn't care if the shop owner would scold him. He got off the car and ran the red light to cross the road.

For no other reason, Su Bai was really worried that the wretched monk would deliberately leave him behind. Not only could the monk do this kind of thing, but he could also do it sneakily. Moreover, Su Bai couldn't see the Japanese soldiers. If he didn't follow the monk, he would be like a headless fly.

Fortunately, the route of the ghost soldiers was a little strange. They weren't walking in a straight line. Even if there was a crowded square in front of them, they were walking in a curve. Because Su Bai saw that the monk kept walking in a curve in the square, it really looked like he was wasting his effort.

This wasn't difficult to understand. Maybe in the eyes of the group of Japanese soldiers, what they "saw" was the layout of old Shanghai, not the layout of the current international metropolis. In that era, this might be an alley, so they also walked in a circle.

Su Bai was no longer in a hurry. He silently lit another cigarette. He had already guessed that the monk would come to his side. Sure enough, two minutes later, the monk walked over. He didn't say a word and walked past Su Bai.

Su Bai held the cigarette in his mouth and followed behind the monk.

After passing through another street, Su Bai finally saw the gate of a middle school in front of him.

This middle school was old. It was considered a well-preserved old-fashioned building in Shanghai. Moreover, it was still in use. Today was a weekend, so there weren't many students in the school. Other than some students who came to make up for their lessons, it seemed quite deserted.

"Su Bai, check the information of this school. Specifically, the buildings in this school." The monk's eyes glowed with a faint blue light. It was more serious than glaucoma. Obviously, he didn't dare to relax at all. He kept a close eye on the movements of the group of Japanese soldiers in front of him.

Su Bai took out his mobile phone and entered the name of the school. Then, he entered Baidu Baike. However, Baidu Baike was relatively simple. There was nothing constructive. Su Bai exited and entered the school's official website. The official website's homepage was a large picture of a certain leader visiting the school. Basically, these useless promotional materials and pictures filled most of the pages. This was also the appearance of most of the official websites of China's schools.

After searching for a while, Su Bai finally found a link in a small corner of the homepage. On it was written "XXX Middle School's Historical Accumulation." After clicking on it, Su Bai saw some old photos and a text. The text was published five years ago. It was written by an old teacher. It introduced the school's history in detail.

Su Bai looked around and caught the keyword "during the Anti-Japanese War." After scanning through the content, Su Bai turned off his mobile phone and patted the monk's shoulder in front of him.

"This school really used to be connected to the Japanese. After the Japanese occupied Shanghai, they converted this place into a military hospital."

"Military hospital?" The monk frowned. "Do you have more specific information?"

"No. Even if you check the school's history, you won't be able to find anything. Probably no one is really interested in the specific details of this school being used by the Japanese as a military hospital."

"It's impossible for the ghost soldiers to pass through without a reason. Obviously, there is something in this school that can trigger these ghost soldiers." The monk said in a deep voice.

"By the way, monk, there's one thing I want to ask you. Can these ghost soldiers hurt people?"

"No, or rather, it's very difficult. The ghost soldiers are different from ghosts and malicious spirits. They are in another world, or in another space-time. Moreover, they pay more attention to rules than malicious spirits."

The monk had already entered the campus with Su Bai. The old man guarding the gate didn't care about the two strangers, Su Bai and the monk. He just looked up and then continued to read the newspaper in his hand.

"Where are they going?" Su Bai looked around. At this time, he and the monk had already passed through the main building of the teaching building and were already walking towards the playground.

The monk led the way to the playground. Then, he stopped and said, "They are lining up in the playground."

Su Bai stretched out his foot and stepped on the playground. "What's down there?"

"Most likely." The monk said very seriously.

"How could they not find it when the school renovated the playground?" Su Bai squatted down and stretched out his hand to look at the fake turf and the surrounding plastic track. "Okay, it's possible that they didn't find it. This playground project is really good."

"You majored in this."

"Hehe." Su Bai laughed. "If there's a chance in the future, I'll design a small house for you."

The monk thought about it seriously and then replied seriously, "After the Poor Monk dies, he will definitely burn his sarira and be worshipped. Yes, the ghost soldiers are preparing to go back."

"Aren't we going back the way we came?" Su Bai asked.

The monk shook his head. "There's no need. Their origin and destination are all nothingness. Only their destination can be considered a place of real value."

At this moment, the monk also squatted down. Then, he simply lay down and put his ear on the turf to listen.

"Su Bai, can you buy this school?" The monk asked. After asking, the monk seemed to realize the problem. He didn't know that Su Bai was currently dividing and transferring his property. With Su Bai's current wealth, it was impossible for him to control the school now. The problem the monk was thinking about was that he didn't want to wait too long. He didn't want to wait until all the formal procedures were completed before digging openly. "No, let's dig the playground tonight."

"Hehe." Su Bai laughed dryly. "We'll dig with a shovel?"

"Amitabha. We can drive an excavator over. As long as we get rid of the surrounding surveillance first, and then the Poor Monk can set up an array in the construction area, it shouldn't be a big problem."

"I'll be entering the story world in less than two days. Monk, you want me to play with the excavator with you now?"

"It won't take too long." The monk looked at Su Bai and said, "This is an opportunity. If the Poor Monk's guess isn't wrong, there should be a Japanese Yin Yang Master's magical artifact buried inside. Aren't you tempted?"

"The magical artifact isn't of much use to me. Even if I get it, I'll still have to sell it." Su Bai prepared to leave with flagging interest.

The monk suddenly revealed a solemn expression and said solemnly, "Su Bai, even if you're not moved by the benefits, can't you be moved by the cries of your compatriots who were killed decades ago?"

"Tsk, do you think I'm a hot-blooded young man who will cry because of your provocation?" Su Bai continued walking out of the playground without looking back.

At this moment, the monk chanted a scripture,

The Buddhist voice was vast and mighty, sprinkling down an undetectable radiance,

In the next moment,

From every corner of the playground, from all directions,

Came an incomparably mournful cry,

Wailing sound,

Screams,

Crying sound,

Su Bai's footsteps also stopped.