Unexpectedly, the Hundred-faced Nightmare was taken care of by the giant red shadow outside the Coiling Dragon Dream, and He Lingchuan had nothing to do with it. When he came to chase the spell master, he was at full health, able to fight and durable.
He Lingchuan's opponent can summon a hundred-faced nightmare, invite the Fan brothers, and lay a series of traps. He can be said to be meticulous and cautious.
If anyone else had faced it, it would have been a dead end. But He Lingchuan was able to escape.
For Zhong Sunmou and others, this is called one step wrong, and every step is wrong. Making a mistake can lead to injustice.
"Although the curse master is likely to escape far away, we still have to give chase." He Lingchuan grabbed a chair leg from the storage ring, pointed to the blood stains on it and said, "I heard, where did he escape to?
"..." How many times has this been used as a dog? Jiao Yu was too lazy to care and sniffed carefully, "This man chews too much tobacco and the smell of smoke is in his blood."
"No, no, I just took this out of the fire." Is this guy reliable? "That's what I said." Jiao Yu coughed and walked around the inn, sniffing as he walked.
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He Lingchuan was extremely anxious and couldn't rush it.
Fortunately, Jiao Yu finally found the direction: "This way." One person and one tiger ran to the northwest.
There are fewer and fewer low-rise houses on the roadside, replaced by large mansions occupying vast areas. The exquisite doors and walls, and the majestic buildings are no less impressive in the night.
Finally, Jiao Yu stopped in front of a large house.
He Lingchuan passed by so many houses, but only this one had a seal on the door.
"No way?" Although it was a bit hurtful to say this, He Lingchuan couldn't help but said, "Are you sure you didn't lead the wrong way?"
This is Jiao House.
The place where Fu Songhua lived before he was arrested. How did the curse master escape here?
The tiger sniffed hard twice: "Yes, the smell of blood is very strong, and it leads here." "Then what?"
He followed the tiger and jumped over the wall into the penthouse.
The tiger sniffed and walked in the front hall, and finally stood next to a clump of bamboo: "The smell disappears here."
"Here?" He Lingchuan drew his sword and made two false strikes forward.
The strong energy on the knife made the bamboo forest rustle, and the birds and bats resting on the nearby trees were frightened and flew up.
But other than that, there was no other movement.
"There is no one here." Otherwise, he would not be able to hide it from the fierce tiger with the added power. He Lingchuan slowly put away his knife: "Someone is here to help him."
There are many ways to erase smells and eliminate traces. When he was a patrolman, he had learned no less than three or four.
But the reason why the curse master was injured and escaped here must be because someone came to help him.
The two walked around the house several times and found nothing new, so they had to go back.
Jiao Yu said bitterly: "No wonder Zhongsun Mou is busy with his work. It turns out he is sure that we can't catch anyone."
He asked He Lingchuan again: "You fell into his plot and nothing happened?"
"This spell master invited nightmares into my dreams to harm me, but I broke them. The backlash from his spell should be considerable."
"Nightmare?" Jiao Yu was surprised, "There is such a thing. I have only heard of its name before." "Nightmares can harm people without anyone noticing. He Lingchuan remembered something and stood still subconsciously. The tiger also stopped and waited for him: "Why?
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"It's nothing." He Lingchuan shook his head and continued walking towards the inn, "I remembered a strange thing from the past. Looking back now, maybe it was the result of a nightmare."
He Chunhua rushed to Xiazhou to take office. A few days before arriving in Dunyu, Mr. Li, the head of the Li family, the head of the four major families, died suddenly.
Old Man Li, who was able to eat, sleep, and was in great health, passed away in a dream, with no scars on his body. It is said that the talismans to ward off evil spirits were all there, but had no effect.
Looking back now, was it the work of a nightmare?
He Lingchuan sighed and found that he was not surprised at all.
Perhaps he had already understood in his heart what was going on. After all, as soon as Old Man Li died, the entire Dunyu was quickly controlled by the new Xiazhou General Manager.
After returning to the inn, He Lingchuan covered his abdomen and said: "It's still early before dawn, I have to recover quickly.
"Good night." Jiao Yu shook his tail
"The other party won't do anything again tonight, right?" He Lingchuan closed the door, drank some water, and applied medicine to the injured area.
I also got a souvenir in my dream, so I have to go back and take a look.
According to the habit he has developed over the past few months, he must first place the knife at his side, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable whether he is meditating or sleeping.
However, when He Lingchuan reached out to grab the scabbard, he suddenly felt that the weight was wrong. When he lowered his head, he saw that he only had the scabbard on his waist.
The floating life has disappeared. Hey, where is my knife?
After being inseparable for several months, the existence of this knife was as natural as breathing. He Lingchuan was stunned for a few breaths before his expression changed drastically.
Isn't it just like a sacred bone that stays put and can be retrieved automatically when thrown? Can this knife be lost?
There was a sudden purring sound outside, and there was movement outside the window paper.
He Lingchuan's heart tightened, he rushed to the window and pushed it open, only to see a starling's wings stuck on a branch, struggling desperately.
Night flights are prone to accidents.
He Lingchuan cut off the branches smoothly. The bird was free, flapped its wings and flew away. Huh? Cut it?
He slowly lowered his head and looked at the long knife in his palm.
This feeling is indeed still floating, but where did it come from just now? As if in response to his question, the floating life disappeared in the next second.
Could it be?
He Lingchuan was stunned for a moment, as if he understood what was going on. He silently recited "The sword is coming" in his heart, and then the long sword appeared in his palm.
The grip is very snug.
He Lingchuan smiled from ear to ear: "A man and a sword become one?"
Why are you so polite when you suddenly give him such a big gift in the middle of the night?
In fact, it is a bit exaggerated to say that the human and the sword are integrated into one. The Fusheng Sword was just taken into his body.
In ancient and medieval times, immortals could use their body as a sheath to warm and nourish the magic weapon with their own true power.
Unfortunately, the spirituality of the magical weapons in later generations is getting lower and lower, and the price of collecting them is getting higher and higher. Practitioners simply don't collect them anymore, and just wear them around their waists like ordinary iron.
In this era, only quasi-artifacts and above can become one with their master.
"What's going on? You've been promoted again?" He Lingchuan stroked the blade and thought of the powerful nightmare that Da Fang Hu had eaten tonight. "Is it because you took supplements tonight?"
Even the red giant shadow personally dispatched, that nightmare should be a great supplement to them, right? Of course, the Fusheng Knife would not react, but after inspection, He Lingchuan found that its characteristics seemed to have changed a little.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Broken Army": Penetrates the opponent's energy and restores the original damage, but the possibility of it breaking out is very slim.
Now this "very slim" has become "possible".
In other words, the possibility of him using the "Breaking Army" trait in the future has increased by more than one margin.
It is indeed his treasured sword, and it will give feedback when you feed him some delicious food. Unlike the large square pot, no matter how many rare treasures he eats, he will always look like he is ignoring others.
He Lingchuan felt that he would wake up laughing from his dreams tonight!
There was a knock on the door, and the tiger demon's voice came in: "What happened?"
It heard the sound of He Lingchuan opening the window again. Why is there something wrong this late at night?
"It's okay." But the tiger still scratched the door.
He Lingchuan had no choice but to let him in.
The tiger jumped directly onto the couch and lay down: "Come on, I'll protect you."
When He Lingchuan lay down, the tiger began to lick its fur. It is a nocturnal animal and is more energetic after dark.
He Lingchuan looked up and saw it lying under the moonlight, its eyes like lanterns.
This time he adjusted his breath and fell directly into a dream, and He Lingchuan stood under the Juluo tree again.
Apparently Panlong Mengjing understood his needs very well.
Fortunately, the net bag was stuck on the branch of the tree. In the eyes of Panlongcheng people, this bag was just a big stone, and even urchins were not interested in it.
He Lingchuan took off the net bag, only to find that Nightmare's head was half deflated again, and he was frantically shouting for help.
He asked Ju Luoshu: "Did you eat it secretly?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I felt something strange.
The roots of the tree fell off.
He Lingchuan couldn't laugh or cry, it was too late to eliminate the evidence now, right? This Juluo tree was still young after all, and he felt guilty for not being able to resist eating it.
He Lingchuan turned into a deserted street corner, lifted up the nightmare's head and asked, "Answer the question, or I'll bury you under the tree as fertilizer."
Life is in human hands, what else can it say: "You ask." "Who sent you? Name."
"I said I don't know..." It was still full of resentment in its heart. He Lingchuan held it and walked out: "Forget it, let's use it as tree fertilizer."
"Stop, stop, stop, I said!" Nightmare Head shouted repeatedly, "That spell master is called Cheng Yu. He has been serving us for many years, and he will ask us to take action when he encounters difficult ideas."
"Are you so particular about answering every request?"
"That's not true, but the souls of opponents that Cheng Yu can't defeat are usually very powerful and delicious."
"What is the origin of this person named Cheng?"
"We really don't know this." He Lingchuan moved his hand, and the weirdo shouted, "I'm serious. We don't pay much attention to reality."
"Where are the Fan brothers?"
"What brother?" The weirdo looked confused, "Who?"
He Lingchuan grabbed it and planned to throw it towards Ju Luoshu. The strange head shouted: "I swear, I don't recognize the Fan brothers! I've never heard of them.
That's all, He Lingchuan just asked casually.
He was also very interested in the nightmare that Da Fang Hu had personally taken action: "Why us? How many faces does your true self have?"
One hundred and twenty-seven. Our name is Hundred-Faced Nightmare, but in fact there are more than a hundred faces.
The strange head said, "Every time a consciousness is awakened, a face is born."
"So where did the original 'Hundred Faces' come from?"
"When I was in the human world, I was called Bai Yu, and I was an immortal. Many years ago - I can't remember exactly how long ago - I was seriously injured and on the verge of death. I was unwilling to die between heaven and earth, so I tried my best to escape.
Enter the dreamland and settle down here from now on.”
"Why was it seriously injured?"
"I don't remember either." The monster said, "When our nightmares swallow the essence of humans or monsters, they will also absorb their memories. These messy memories will slowly overwrite our own. As time goes by,
, we don’t even remember where we come from. The same goes for the original deity. It only remembers its first name and has forgotten everything else.