Goal 116: Eliminate the evil and overcome the disaster
He Chunhua seemed to hear his thoughts, and then advised: "Taking a step back, even if Shui Ling has some skills, he can't always hit the mark."
He Yue heard this sentence when he came out, and said quickly: "Exactly. The temple official just said that Shui Ling still makes mistakes sometimes. Maybe it is in trouble, and it can't even tell the bad luck?"
"It makes sense." He Lingchuan took a long breath, "No need to persuade me, I understand."
"Brother..."
"I said you don't need to persuade me!" He Lingchuan interrupted him sharply, "Leave me alone!"
This was in line with the character of the eldest son. He Chunhua felt strange, but Mrs. Ying who came out said, "How do you talk? Yue'er also kindly advises you!"
He Lingchuan turned around and left.
He Chunhua waved his hand as a peacemaker: "Okay, okay, he is in a bad mood, don't argue with him."
He Lingchuan was also extremely distraught.
He remembered what Nian Songyu said before his death: "You are not far from death!"
At that time, the so-called "god" possessed Nian Songyu and finished the last sentence for him. He Lingchuan always thought it was Nian Songyu's death curse and didn't take it seriously.
But what if the "god" sees something?
The god originally wanted to possess him, He Lingchuan, but was knocked out in the illusion of the sea of consciousness.
That changed illusion, the street corner in the illusion, and the glowing mark in the broken wall at the street corner...
Even the so-called "gods" were driven out of his sea of consciousness by unknown forces. He has never forgotten this scene!
Is this the power of disaster?
Can these past events, plus the two lottery numbers given by Shui Ling today, be connected together?
A sense of urgency that he had never experienced since traveling arose spontaneously, and He Lingchuan's heart was in turmoil.
At this time, a guard ran over and reported to He Chunhua.
After hearing this, He Chunhua immediately called to his eldest son: "The intelligence review has come out! Chuan'er, come here."
He Lingchuan had no choice but to walk back.
"Look at the environment around you. The most important thing right now is to annihilate the gangsters! Besides, if you are really in trouble, maybe tonight. The gangsters are asking for their lives. Isn't this considered a big disaster? As long as we successfully leave the fairyland
Linghu, solve your problems yourself!”
He Chunhua pressed his shoulder and said: "Chuan'er, you have to believe in me and the Great Shaman, do you understand?"
He Lingchuan looked at him and took a deep breath: "My son understands."
If only it were that simple.
"The water spirit pretends to be a ghost, and it must have a purpose." He Chunhua said solemnly, "It won't do this for no reason. If you believe it, you are just troubling yourself."
He Lingchuan nodded.
So He Chunhua called everyone back to the main room.
On the way back, all He Lingchuan could think about was, if the "bad luck" sign predicted by Shui Ling still worked, would it mean that like Nian Songyu, he would end up in a tragic death in a foreign land?
If there is still a glimmer of hope, how can we grasp it?
From today on, he must always take care of his own life and find a way to untie the bad luck that is haunting him - if it really exists.
The most terrifying thing about Shui Ling's prophecy is that it tells travelers traveling at night that there must be a deep ravine ahead, but it doesn't tell how far it is.
Then every step he takes from now on will be made with fear.
Alas, before leaving Blackwater City, he should pay a visit to the Great Shaman of Zhaomandu, maybe he could gain something from it.
It was just that as a time traveler, he felt guilty and wanted to stay as far away from this mysterious old man as possible.
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Gurgling sounds came from the kitchen one after another. The soundproofing of the cottage was very poor. Even if Fatty Wang was gagged, everyone could hear his groans of pain.
This fat man is really unlucky.
Not long after, the sound of splashing water came from the kitchen.
Then the personal guard Zhao Qinghe walked out of the kitchen and said: "Sir, the situation is not good."
He Chunhua found a chair and sat down: "Let's talk."
"Two days ago, these bandits did capture a town nearby, but it was not Qianteng Town, but Desheng Town! It was only forty miles away from Xianling Village. Moreover, there were not two hundred bandits stationed in Desheng Town.
People, but 1,200 people!”
One thousand and two, so much! Everyone was moved, and He Yue murmured: "It's almost catching up with the regular army."
He Lingchuan originally thought that with two or three hundred, he would be able to defeat the enemy. With two or three hundred tough bandits facing off against the hometown protection group, if they launched a sneak attack, they would have a great chance of winning.
Who would have thought that the total number of gangsters in Desheng Town and Xianling Village is almost 1,500!
Let alone a mere town, if these gangsters had some discipline and fighting ability, they could steal the city——
An ordinary city can be caught off guard, as long as these two necessary conditions are met.
However, these two sentences are just an appetizer. The information behind is even more sensational:
"They are from Buxin. They are heading south from Woling Pass this time. They are not ordinary bandits, but rebels who have defeated their army!"
The three keywords of Woling Pass flashed through He Lingchuan's mind like lightning.
The He family encountered so many troubles, but in the final analysis they couldn't get around Woling Pass!
This group of people turned out to be rebels who had escaped from the battlefield at Woling Pass.
The true battle situation at Woling Pass was learned only after he returned to Heishui City from Panlong Desert. The officers and soldiers won, the leader of the rebel army was killed, and the rest fled.
It happened that at this time, Da Sima rebelled in the capital and tried to usurp power.
Of course, the officers and soldiers at Woling Pass had to return to the army immediately, and they had no choice but to leave the escaped bandits alone.
Woling Pass is less than 200 miles away from here. Calculating the direction, maybe it is on the retreat route of the defeated army.
All of this fits the bill.
Zhao Qinghe added: "Boss Lu is not called Lu Han, but Lu Yao."
When the name was mentioned, He Chunhua immediately started to express his anger: "You mean, the rebel leader Hong Xiangqian's left-hand general Lu Yao?"
"Yes, it's Lu Yao!"
He Chunhua paced back and forth in the dining room with his hands behind his back.
It was rare for others to see him so excited. He Lingchuan bumped He Yue with his elbow: "How many generals do the rebels have?"
He Lingchuan had heard of the name Hong Xiangqian. He was the leader of the rebel army who traveled thousands of miles north to capture Woling Pass in two years and became famous throughout the country.
Folks in the northern and western parts of the Kite Kingdom describe this man as a cruel and vicious rebel leader with a green face and fangs. They say that he drinks human blood, skins people while they are alive, and that wherever he goes, there will be thousands of miles of drought.
This is of course the need of the Yuan Royal Court to fight for public opinion. When He Lingchuan heard this, he wondered if this person was the reincarnation of Han Bao?
As for the people under Hong Xiangqian's command, He Lingchuan himself could only vaguely understand them, and at this time, his lack of common sense was revealed.
He Yue whispered: "There were four when we raised the army, fourteen at its peak, and there were only five left who left the battlefield after the defeat. General Lu Yao of Zuozhang is worthy of the four words 'extremely evil'. He is a true
The ogre who likes to stir-fry and eat the hearts of children under five years old, and it is rated as the most crispy in the world. It is said that he has published a cookbook, "Fifty Ways to Cook Two-Legged Sheep."