Chapter 360 Paper Figure

I don't know when the rain stopped.

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 Sanye 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, I don't dare to divination again!"

He Lingchuan then 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 with one blow, He Lingchuan still couldn't figure out why the goddess made three demands to Mr. Gan? She can even take down high-ranking officials and private soldiers of the Bega 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 Mr. Gan?

Thinking of the battle inside and outside the bamboo building, He Lingchuan still felt a little uneasy.

The goddess died like this? It seems too easy.

But if there is anything wrong, I can't find it for a while.

Are the monster women in the countryside so easy to deal with? He may not necessarily encounter difficult opponents every time.

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. The front hall was empty except for the lamp. He returned to the soup room by familiar means, took a bath, and lay down 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, covering his face and crying.

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, "Trash."

Let Gan Sanye sit on the dusty street corner and slowly taste the bitter fruit. He Lingchuan looked away, crossed his legs and adjusted his breathing.

It was not a good time to sleep tonight, and he was not completely in trance, so he only let his true energy slowly pass away for a few days.

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 midnight snack, mushroom and fish fillet porridge."

"come in."

Bai Tan pushed the door open and came in with a smile on her face. Sure enough, 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: "Do you need anything else?"

"How can you eat meat porridge without fried dumplings?" He Lingchuan frowned, "Go and get me two!"

Fried rice dumplings 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.

"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 the fragrance could be smelled 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: "Exactly. You can try my craftsmanship."

"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 withdrawn.

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 performance.

Sure enough, the maid he split in half didn't bleed at all, and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye. The evil ghost behind it disappeared immediately.

It seems that the goddess is not dead yet.

He Lingchuan exhaled lightly, it was not that simple.

Of course, the things sent by the evil spirits could not be eaten. He Lingchuan was about to stand up, and suddenly he noticed something strange in the corner of his eyes.

The red lacquer tray was very smooth and bright, and it was so shiny that you could even see through it.

It was the shadow in the tray that moved just now.

There were two oil lamps in front of him, which provided ample light. He Lingchuan looked closely and saw only his own reflection in the tray.

He moved his eyes, and the reflection followed him. The scenery behind him was all virtual, after all, it was not as bright as during the day.

Did I see it wrong? Was it just the flash of fire?

He was about to look away, and the shadow suddenly grinned and smiled at him.

He Lingchuan was seventeen years old this year, handsome and vigorous, and he often attracted young girls and wives to turn their heads when he walked on the street. Therefore, this reflection was also handsome and vigorous.

But this smile was unbelievable, and it actually revealed a mouthful of tiger-like fangs!

The look in his eyes also became evil and ferocious, as if his evil plan had succeeded.

Oops!

He Lingchuan's scalp was numb, and he subconsciously wanted to knock it over. The shadow in the mirror suddenly jumped out and hugged his head and face!

His eyes went dark, and his head immediately felt dizzy.

He couldn't use any strength at all. The trap was set here, the tray for the bowls, and "white sandalwood" was just a cover.

He defended himself, but why did he still fall into the trap?

At this moment, the sword on his waist shook, and suddenly there was a long "clang" sound, conveying the sound of killing.

He Lingchuan was startled, and his mind returned to its place. He drew his sword and cut the red lacquer tray into two pieces.

He held the knife in his hand and looked at the tray again. It turned out that a square bronze mirror was placed at the bottom of the tray, so that the person who took the porridge could see it when he lowered his head.

Now there were several cracks on the mirror surface, and the shadow inside rushed left and right but couldn't get out, and was so anxious that he grinned at him.

Just now, he was almost possessed by this thing?

He Lingchuan suddenly understood how Wu Jinsong and others lost their souls. As long as you still use your eyes to see things, you can't defend yourself.

He strode out of the bath room, looked around, and found that it was still quiet. He didn't feel anything strange when he first came back, but now he listened carefully. There are many plants such as plum, orchid, and bamboo in the Purple Bamboo Garden, and there are two shallow ponds in front. It's early summer now, how can there be no insects and frogs?

Where are the people? Where are they?

He kicked open the wooden door of the bath room opposite. With a bang, the door fell down.

If there were guests here, they would probably curse loudly, and maybe a maid would run out screaming.

However, there was no one, this quiet room was empty.

He picked eight bath rooms in a row, all of them were empty, and there were two people in the last one.

In fact, it's not accurate to say people. These are two paper people controlled by evil spirits, stacked together to do happy things.

Two paper people, one is a sturdy man, and the other is a slender beauty.

Looking at their postures, it seems that they didn't realize that they were just paper people at all.

However, when He Lingchuan broke in, they all turned their heads and suddenly stood up and rushed over.

The big man even knocked down a screen in the middle of the way. Judging from the speed and strength, he was no different from a real person.

He Lingchuan would never be polite to him and cut his neck with a knife.

But when this guy ran past the screen, he picked up the candlestick and slammed it into He Lingchuan's face. His moves were very methodical and vigorous.

When He Lingchuan cut off the candlestick, he grabbed a bronze stick from the bedside and swung it over.

It was powerful and heavy.

After more than ten rounds of ping-pong, the two attacked and defended each other.

As soon as he started, He Lingchuan found that the paper man actually used the military stick method, and his momentum was a bit like Meng Shan.

But the real Meng Shan was defeated by him, so how long could this fake paper man last?

Finally, He Lingchuan nailed it to the pillar with a knife, and the paper man and the evil spirits on his body seemed to be in unbearable pain.

He Lingchuan said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

The evil spirits on the long-tusked pigs can obey the orders of Mr. Gan Sanye, so he assumed that these guys could understand human language, so he tried to communicate.

Sure enough, after a few questions, the paper man grinned: "Your grandfather is the centurion Qi Ming under General You of the Xiaolin Army. He is not afraid of being killed or cut!"

Xiaolin Army? Where has this name been heard before?

Just then, there was some movement outside, a clattering sound.

The paper man also heard it and shouted: "Come here, the enemy is here!"

He Lingchuan chopped it up with his knife, jumped onto the wall above the hot spring pool with a tip of his toes, and then climbed onto the crown of a huge acacia tree with two more leaps.

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, and could not see any light below.

And more paper people have poured into the hot spring room of the paper man.

Controlled by the evil spirits, they looked around, searching for He Lingchuan's whereabouts.

He looked carefully at the drawings of these things, and 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 the paper people begin to walk on the streets of Wuze County. Some of them strolled leisurely, some sat on the roadside as if they were drunk, and some ran towards Zizhuyuan in a team, as if they were local constables.