The full moon in the night sky casts silver light all over the lake.
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The return trip went smoothly, there wasn't even a bump in the road, so He Lingchuan took Mr. Gan back to the county seat.
The night was deep and silent, not to mention there was no one on the road, not even the dog barked.
He Lingchuan lifted Mr. Gan off his horse and took off the rag that was stuffed in his mouth: "Keep your word, I will let you go. But if you come back to trouble me later..."
He had previously promised that as long as Mr. Gan took him to find the goddess, he would be saved from death.
Gan Sanye was stuffed all the way with strips of cloth, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't speak clearly: "Divination, divination will happen, I don't dare to divination again!"
Only then did He Lingchuan let go: "Go away!"
Gan Sanye staggered, fearing that he would change his mind, so he limped home despite the pain.
He Lingchuan pointed, and another little spider jumped on Mr. Gan's back, letting him carry him away.
Not killing doesn't mean not taking precautions.
He Lingchuan still wanted to keep an eye on the follow-up to see if this kid would have bad intentions again.
Instead of killing him, He Lingchuan still hasn't figured out why the goddess promised Gan Sanye three demands. She can even capture the private soldiers of high-ranking officials in the Bejia Kingdom. Isn't it easy to deal with a county dandy?
Do you need to do three things for him first?
Compared with others, what is different about Gan Sanye?
Thinking of the battle inside and outside the Bamboo House, He Lingchuan still felt a little uneasy.
The goddess died just like that? It seemed too easy.
But if I were to say what was wrong, I couldn't find it for a while.
Is it that the monster woman in the countryside is so easy to deal with? He may not always encounter difficult opponents.
Abuse of food in the arena is the norm.
That's all, go back and rest first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow if you have anything else to do.
He Lingchuan went straight to Zizhuyuan where he settled. The concierge was nowhere to be found, and the front hall was empty except for the lamp. He returned to the soup room by familiar routes, took a bath, and slept in his clothes.
With his hands behind his head, He Lingchuan seemed to be staring at the roof in trance, but in fact, he secretly used the eyeball spider's perspective to monitor Mr. Gan.
However, Gan Sanye, a soft-legged crab, walked slower and slower. As he was about to reach Gan's house, he suddenly sat down on the side of the road and could no longer walk.
Then, he collapsed, covered his face and cried loudly.
What happened in the past two days was nothing short of a nightmare for Gan Sanye, who had always had smooth sailing.
A nightmare that I can't wake up from.
The backbone of the family was gone, and the pass order that could save Gan's Chamber of Commerce was not obtained. Tonight, he himself experienced a thrilling experience, and he didn't even know how many ribs were broken.
His life collapsed from here.
He Lingchuan was speechless when he saw this and said to himself, "It's rubbish."
Let Mr. Gan sit on the dusty street corner and slowly taste the bitter fruit. He Lingchuan withdrew his gaze, crossed his legs and adjusted his breath.
It was not a good time to sleep tonight, and he was not completely in samadhi, so he only let his true energy slowly pass away for a few small weeks.
Not long after, there seemed to be footsteps outside, very light.
He Lingchuan opened his eyes.
Someone knocked lightly on the door and said in a gentle voice: "Mr. He, are you asleep?"
"Which one?"
"I am Bai Tan."
He Lingchuan also recognized that the voice was indeed Bai Tan, the maid serving the soup room. "Is something wrong?"
"I think I just came back from seeing the young master." Bai Tan said briskly, "I brought you a late-night snack, which is mushroom and fish fillet porridge."
"come in."
Bai Tan pushed the door open and came in with a smile on her face. As expected, she was holding a tray with a steaming bowl of porridge on it. The aroma of porridge was fragrant.
He Lingchuan seemed to be startled. He looked at Bai Tan and then at the red lacquer plate she was holding:
The mushrooms are thick and plump, the fish fillets are tender and white, and the rice porridge has bloomed. It is obvious that slow cooking is effective.
“Only porridge?”
Bai Tan asked curiously: "Do you need anything else?"
"How can you eat meat porridge without fried dumplings?" He Lingchuan frowned, "Go and get me two sticks!"
Fried glutinous rice balls are fried dough sticks. In the past, no matter whether the salty porridge was rich or not, he would always buy a fried dough stick to soak in it and eat it.
"Ah, yes." Bai Tan was also stunned, but quickly put down the tray and walked out.
It took her about a quarter of an hour to leave.
When Bai Tan came back, he had an oil paper bag in his hand. Inside was two golden fried dumplings, and you could smell the fragrance from a distance.
"Master, please use it."
Just as He Lingchuan was about to pick up the bowl of porridge, Bai Tan turned on the oil lamp. With the one she brought in, the light in the room became even brighter.
He held the porridge in his left hand and smelled it, then suddenly asked Bai Tan: "Where did you get this porridge from?"
"kitchen."
"Did you cook it?"
Bai Tan seemed a little embarrassed: "That's right. You can try my handiwork."
"It's necessary." He Lingchuan smiled slightly, lowered his head and was about to drink porridge, when the long knife at his waist suddenly came out of its sheath.
The light of the sword is like flowing water, but it is immediately recovered as soon as it is launched.
Bai Tan's expression froze, and it took a while for his head to fall off his neck.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her lips moved as if asking:
"Why?"
He Lingchuan looked at her coldly: "Are you showing off your tricks in front of me?"
In fact, Bai Tan had just entered the door, and she was still a plump beauty under the light, but in He Lingchuan's eyes, she was an evil ghost covered in black smoke hugging the white paper figure!
Every move of "White Sandalwood" is just a puppet show.
Sure enough, the maid he split in half didn't bleed at all, and turned into ashes in an instant. The evil ghost behind it disappeared immediately.
It seems that the goddess is not dead yet.
He Lingchuan took a breath, it was indeed not that simple.
Of course, things sent by evil spirits cannot be eaten. He Lingchuan was about to stand up when he suddenly noticed something strange out of the corner of his eye.
The red lacquered tray is very smooth and bright, and can actually be seen through the eyes.
Just now it was the shadow in the tray that moved.
There were two oil lamps in front of him, which provided ample lighting. He Lingchuan looked closely and saw that there was only his own reflection in the plate.
He moved his eyes, and his reflection followed suit. The scene behind him was all virtual, after all, it was not as bright as it was during the day.
Did you see it wrong? It was just a flash of fire?
Just as he was about to look away, Shadow suddenly grinned at him.
He Lingchuan is seventeen years old this year. He is handsome and high-spirited. When he walks on the street, he often attracts girls and wives to turn their heads. Therefore, this reflection is also handsome, handsome and heroic.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But this smile is so ridiculous that it actually reveals a mouth full of tiger-like fangs!
The look in his eyes also became evil and ferocious, as if his evil plot had succeeded.
Oops!
He Lingchuan's scalp went numb and he subconsciously wanted to knock it over. The shadow in the mirror suddenly jumped out and hugged his head and face!
His vision went dark and his mind immediately became dizzy.
I can't use all my strength. The trap is actually set here, the tray holding the bowl, and the "white sandalwood" is just a cover.
After trying to defend himself, how could he still fall into the opponent's trap?
At this moment, the sword on his waist vibrated, and suddenly there was a long "clang" sound, which was the sound of killing.
He Lingchuan was startled, regained consciousness, and drew his knife to chop the red lacquer tray into two pieces.
He held the knife in his hand and looked at the tray. It turned out that there was a square bronze mirror placed at the bottom of the tray so that the person holding the porridge could see it when he lowered his head.
Now there were several cracks on the mirror surface, and the shadows inside were darting left and right but couldn't get out, grinning at him anxiously.
Just now, he was almost possessed by this thing?
He Lingchuan suddenly understood how Wu Jinsong and others lost their souls. As long as they still use their eyes to see things, it is impossible to prevent them.
He strode out of the soup room, looked around, and found that it was still quiet here. He didn't notice the difference when he first came back, but now he listened carefully. There were plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and many other plants living in the Purple Bamboo Garden, and there were two shallow ponds in front of him.
It’s early summer, how come there aren’t even the chirping of insects and the croaking of frogs?
Where have all the people gone?
He kicked open the wooden door of the soup room opposite. With a bang, the door fell down.
If there were guests here, they would most likely be yelling at you, and maybe a maid would run out screaming.
But no, this quiet room was empty.
He picked eight soup rooms, but they were all empty, and there were only two people in the last one.
In fact, it is not accurate to say that it is a human being. This is just a paper man under the control of two evil spirits, stacked together and doing happy things.
There are two paper figures, one depicts a sturdy man and the other depicts a slender beauty.
Looking at their postures, it seems that they don't even realize that they are just paper figures.
But when He Lingchuan broke in, they all turned their heads and suddenly stood up and rushed over.
The big man also knocked down a screen on the way. Judging by his speed and strength, he was no different from a real person.
How could He Lingchuan be polite to him and cut his neck with a knife?
Unexpectedly, when this guy ran across the screen, he picked up the candlestick and slammed it into He Lingchuan's face.
When He Lingchuan cut off the candlestick, he grabbed a bronze stick from the bedside and swung it over.
The momentum is strong and sinking.
After more than ten rounds of table tennis, the two played each other's offense and defense.
As soon as he got started, He Lingchuan discovered that this paper man actually used the military stick method, and his momentum was somewhat like Meng Shan.
But the real Monsanto was defeated by him, how long can this fake paper man last?
Finally, He Lingchuan nailed it to the pillar with a knife, and both the paper man and the evil spirit on the body seemed to be in great pain.
He Lingchuan said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
The evil spirits in the long-tusked pigs can all obey Gan Sanye's orders, so he assumed that these guys could understand human speech, so he tried to communicate.
Sure enough, after asking a few questions, the paper man smiled ferociously: "Your grandfather is a centurion under General You of the Lin Army. He is not afraid of being killed or beheaded!"
Xiao Linjun? Where have you heard this name before?
At this moment, there was some movement outside, a clicking sound.
The paper man also heard it and shouted: "Come here, the enemy is here!"
He Lingchuan slashed it to pieces with a knife, then jumped onto the wall of the soup pool with his toes, and in two leaps he climbed to the crown of a huge acacia tree.
The tree is six feet high. From here you can not only overlook the entire Zizhu Garden, but also half of the county.
The night wind was howling, and he stood on the swaying branches, unable to see any light underneath.
And the soup room of the big paper man has been flooded with more paper men.
Under the control of evil spirits, they looked around, searching for He Lingchuan's whereabouts.
He looked carefully at the portraits of these things. They seemed to be military uniforms, but the styles were unfamiliar and he didn't know which country they belonged to.
With the help of the moonlight in the sky, he also saw paper people starting to walk up the streets of Wuze County. Some were strolling, some were sitting on the roadside as if they were drunk, and some were running in groups towards Zizhuyuan, as if they were local policemen.