Chapter 1: Good and Evil Will Eventually Catch Up

The mountain road was rugged, so he decisively abandoned his horse and followed the blood trail on the road.

The prey was a lame mountain goat, which appeared briefly halfway up the mountain and then hid in the dense jungle.

The sun could not penetrate the dense forest, and there were heavy shadows everywhere. At noon, the myrtle fruits were still covered with last night's dew, the ground was covered with leaves of various shapes, and the old roots below were tangled and could easily trip people.

In this environment, tracking was very difficult, but he still found a few drops of blood on the leaves and a small strand of hair rubbed on the tree trunk.

Yes, it was in this direction.

Mountain goats do have the habit of climbing high when encountering an enemy.

He climbed up quickly, but ignored that in the shadow of the jungle three meters ahead, there was a pair of eyes staring at him.

These eyes were filled with amazing anger and hatred.

After climbing over the big rock on the ridge, he saw the mountain goat again, licking the wound on its leg with its head down. He was about to take off the bow and arrow from his back when he saw a shadow running towards him from the corner of his eye, as fast as light.

What is that...?

Before he could finish thinking about it, the thing had already pounced on him.

It turned out to be a huge leopard, as big as a tiger, with its front paws bigger than his head, and its fur faded like sand after being washed.

The leopard opened its mouth, and a fishy wind blew in his face. He subconsciously raised his arm to block the vitals, but with a "click", his armored forearm was bitten directly through, and he didn't know if it was broken. With such a strong impact from the opponent, he couldn't even stand steadily and rolled down the ridge.

The leopard entangled with him and bit him madly. He couldn't help screaming, but it didn't prevent him from pulling out a short knife from his waist with his other hand and stabbing more than a dozen bloody holes in his opponent!

The weapon cut through iron like mud, not to mention the severe damage to the leopard's internal organs, even the two knives stabbed in the chest spurted out blood, splashing all over his head and face.

All living things have the instinct to survive. Even the bravest beasts should abandon the enemy and flee at this time.

But this one didn't!

It dragged him desperately and rushed out, leaving a trail of blood behind.

He looked at the bloodshot eyes of the leopard and realized that it was crazy.

The sand leopard shouldn't be here at all. Where did this pitfall come from! It even yelled at him:

"I will never give you the divine bone!"

"Let go, let go!" He was so frightened that his soul flew away. He stabbed the leopard's neck three times and tried his best to break free.

There is no way to survive here!

However, no matter how serious the injury was, it couldn't stop the leopard's footsteps. The next second, both bodies were empty.

One man and one leopard, entangled and fell into a hundred-foot abyss.

Even the leopard was still making trouble before dying, biting his neck.

With a light "snap", the protective chain pendant hanging around his neck burst into red light and broke.

At that moment, the last frame in his vision was four bloody fangs!

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"Ah——!"

He Lingchuan screamed and sat up, shocking the people around him.

The maid closest to him took three steps back in shock, and another strange-looking man came out from nowhere and stood beside him and looked around: "Young Master?"

In front of him was an exquisite small hall, with two screens with strange mountains and waters, and a stage in the middle. The people on the stage were dressed in formal clothes, and the audience below were eating melon seeds, drinking tea, and chatting. There were more than 200 people in total, and they all looked up here at this moment.

Yes, he was in the box on the second floor, and the corner of the wall was burning a light and sweet goose pear tent incense; on the silver plate next to it, there were still water drops hanging on the grape honey melon.

This is the theater, called Zhaixiantai, not the hundred-foot cliff. He Lingchuan also came back to his senses and subconsciously pressed his neck: "I'm fine."

There were originally four deep tooth holes here, only half an inch away from the carotid artery, but now they have healed and tender red new flesh has grown. He has at least a dozen such new scars all over his body.

There is still a necklace hanging on his neck.

He clearly remembers that this round protective jade pendant was clearly broken into eight pieces under the huge force of the leopard. Somehow, after waking up, it was hanging on his neck again.

I don't know when I developed this habit, I want to touch it whenever I have nothing to do, as if this thing has an inexplicable connection with him.

There is also a rich young master in the box, named Liu Baobao, who snapped his fingers to the servant beside him when he saw this. The latter immediately moved to the side of the railing and sang to the people below: "Young Master is awake, continue!"

The popular operas in Yuan Country are short and fast, seeking novelty and innovation, often getting straight to the point, without lengthy singing, so young people also like it very much and just watch it as a story. Today, Zhaixiantai prepared two new plays, with famous actors as the main actors, but not long after the performance, Young Master He upstairs fell asleep. Next is a fierce fighting scene, and Liu Baobao was afraid of disturbing his sweet dream, so he stopped it halfway.

This wait lasted for more than half an hour, and the audience below complained slightly, but fortunately the main character woke up at this time.

The sound of stringed instruments downstairs sounded, and a clear male voice sang: "Let's talk about the golden bull, the guardian beast of the country released by Xiluo Country, which is invincible——"

He Lingchuan frowned.

This again?

He fell asleep just now while listening to this play, and now he is doing it again?

Liu Baobao noticed his expression and immediately smiled and said, "Brother Chuan doesn't like it?"

He Lingchuan said slowly, "It's lukewarm."

In fact, this is a special show added by Liu Baobao. He is the one who spends money. Even the leading roles were selected by him more than two months ago. Zhaixiantai spent a lot of money to invite this entire troupe from the mainland to the barren Heishui City.

But the old man in the audience was the one with sleepy eyes. He added: "Next time, let's change to another theater. Don't call it 'Zhaixiantai'. Are immortals peaches? You can pick them at will?"

Liu Baobao smiled and said: "This one was originally called 'Zhaixingtai', but later the owner thought that the word 'immortal' would be more profitable. That is to say, you should call it what you need."

He Lingchuan half-squinted: "Oh, Black Water City lacks immortals?"

"No, no, Black Water City has Lord He!" Liu Baobao hurriedly said, "What is immortal? It's a legendary thing that can only be written in a storybook. Who can lack it?"

He quickly changed the subject: "Then change to Lord He's "Dingdao Mountain"?"

"Okay." His father's name was brought up, how could He Lingchuan say no?

He leaned back and lay back on the couch with half-squinted eyes. The middle-aged man waved away the attendants around him, and then asked him in a low voice: "Are those nightmares again?"

"Tsk." He denied with a sneer, "No!"

"How is it possible!" He Lingchuan emphasized his tone, not allowing any arguments, "Uncle Hao, watch the show."

It was a superfluous sentence, but it fits his character. The middle-aged man Uncle Hao did not argue, but stood aside with his mouth shut.

The famous actor's skills were amazing, and the audience cheered. He Lingchuan watched for a while, his eyes moved to the curling smoke on the incense burner, and he was lost in thought again.

In fact, he is not He Lingchuan.

The real He Lingchuan is probably gone.

He is just an unknown person in another world, an inexplicable substitute.

His daily life is to work in an ordinary unit, do an ordinary job, and receive an ordinary salary. As a young man full of vigor and blood, he often feels upset, but no matter how passionate and critical he is behind the scenes, he will immediately ask for peace and harmony in public.

The beatings of society can always turn people into screws it wants.

The economy is in a downturn, and the company has delayed his salary for three months, but he can't just say "I quit, you guys are done", and then walk away.

How did he get here?

It's hard to say. He just remembers that he wandered around the door of the restaurant two or three times that day, and finally he was kind enough to take care of the business of the street corner stall. After all, in the winter, it's not easy to do business in the wind and cold.

"Boss, give me some pancakes, add more green onions, more sauce... no eggs or meat... yes, no meat."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a car hit the little girl on the side of the road, and the driver panicked and drove faster.

The tragedy was imminent, and without a second thought, he actually did the bravest thing in his life:

He rushed forward and grabbed the girl...

Thought he was hit by a car? No, not at all.

He was unharmed, returned the child to the couple who rushed up, and scolded the child, telling her to "remember to look at the road more" in the future, and then turned around.

Before he could take two steps, a flower pot fell from the sky and hit him on the head accurately.

So, he was sent here.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the bed with pain all over his body. The room was antique, and the people around him were surprised. There was also a handsome middle-aged man with tears in his eyes and an excited tone: "Lingchuan, you finally woke up!"

He touched his head and found that he had become He Lingchuan, the eldest son of He Chunhua, the governor of Qiansong County, Jinzhou, Yuan Kingdom.