Chapter 32: The Heroic Spirits of Our Ancestors

In front of us was a large open space in the mountain belly. The walls on both sides were inlaid with many glowing white stones, which made the whole cave as bright as day. In the center of the cave, countless ghost soldiers lined up neatly. They waved the broken weapons in their hands and waved the bloodstained military flags. Like soldiers returning victorious from the battle, they shouted silently to the front!

Li Mufan didn't have time to be surprised, and hurriedly looked to the other end of the mountain belly. This sight made his heart jump!

There was a huge throne inlaid with various gems. On the throne sat a skull with a crown on its head. The top of the crown was inlaid with a huge milky white cylinder. On the chest of the skull, a short sword flashing with cold light was pierced, and on the side of the throne, a pile of black skeletons were scattered.

Cuihua hid behind Aqiang, looking at the countless skeleton ghost soldiers in front of her with some fear, and whispered, "Master, this..."

Women, no matter how strong they are, will be afraid of these things.

Li Mufan's scalp was also numb. He was about to say something, but Cuihua took a few steps back out of fear and accidentally stepped on a piece of dry bone under her feet.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound echoed throughout the cave. The three of them were stunned at the same time. They looked at Cuihua's feet and then at the group of ghost soldiers in front of them.

Li Mufan felt his hair stand on end, and a chill flowed from head to toe...

Staring, the stare of thousands of ghost soldiers.

Those pairs of empty eyes seemed to have transcended time and space, transcended life and death, and stared deeply at the three panicked mortals.

Cuihua's trembling voice came from his ears: "Young... Young Master, let's run away quickly..."

Escape?

This idea flashed through Li Mufan's mind, and he immediately denied it. Even if he escaped from the cave, he still had to face the strange fog.

Taking a deep breath and clasping his fists, he said in a deep voice: "Li Mufan, a descendant of the human race, pays respect to His Majesty! Greetings to all the ancestors!"

Seeing that the ghost soldiers did not move and were still staring at him, he boldly walked forward.

"The three of us accidentally entered this place and disturbed the slumber of all the ancestors. Please forgive us."

As he spoke, he walked towards the throne.

After strangely passing through the body of a ghost soldier, combined with the previous murals, he had a vague understanding in his heart.

This group of ghost soldiers had no entity, but was condensed by a wisp of heroic spirit left by the ancient human warriors, and it posed no threat to them.

Looking at the skeleton on the throne, he sighed softly and slowly knelt down.

"My dear human ancestors, we have inadvertently disturbed your sleep. Please forgive me for my sin."

"Your Majesty has made great contributions. He protected hundreds of millions of people during his lifetime and blessed the world after his death. We, the younger generations, will never forget this."

He changed the subject and said, "Today, hundreds of races are rising in the world, while our race is declining. This is truly a critical moment for survival. Although I am not talented, I am willing to do my best to eliminate the barbarians. When the weapons and armor are sufficient and the food and grass are abundant, I will lead the three armies to sweep the world, wash away the shame of our race, and restore the glory of our ancestors!"

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the throne step by step without hesitation!

Suddenly, a warm breeze blew gently, and the skeleton spirit turned into dots of starlight!

The skeleton sitting on the throne was blown away by the warm wind and slowly dissipated...

"Clang!"

The crown and the dagger fell to the ground. Seeing this, he shook his head slightly and said to the two people behind him: "Put them away first, let's see what else is in this cave."