Chapter 420: Enemies Meet Again

They were equally busy settling the horses, shaking water and lighting fires. It was so windy and rainy that even if you were wearing a raincoat or an oil coat, you would still get wet. In the end, you had to dry yourself by the fire to keep warm.

Seeing that there was no movement from them, the Shimen caravan put down their weapons and sat back.

He Lingchuan looked at the men, horses and campfire on the opposite side, turned his head and asked Fu Shanyue: "Are you chasing you into the wilderness?"

He actually saw a familiar face, but the other person didn't seem to recognize him.

Yes, the guy who violently searched Jin Quanya's private room last night is right across the street. However, He Lingchuan remembered that there were two people and one monster at that time, but now there is only one person and one monster, and one person is missing.

Thinking of how they actually fought with a local snake last night, it doesn't seem surprising that they lost one person. He may not be dead, but he can be taken into custody.

"Probably not." Fu Shanyue wrapped himself tightly, only showing his eyes, and hid in the shadow behind He Lingchuan. Unexpectedly, the other party discovered, "If you go north to Chiyan Country, you will definitely pass through this mountain. They were probably driven in by the storm. Yes, hehe, this is called enemies not getting together."

Dressing like him is normal among travelers, and the Chiyan man opposite was also very relaxed, as if he really didn't notice him.

"What are you going to do?"

Fu Shanyue leaned forward and almost whispered in He Lingchuan's ear: "That tiger is Uncle Da."

There were only two monsters on the opposite side. Apart from the owl that had met He Lingchuan last night, there was also a fierce tiger. He Lingchuan also didn't expect that Fu Shanyue would call a tiger "uncle".

This tiger is slightly smaller than the average tiger of its kind, but its body looks more even, and its fur is darker in color. It has a large face with a clear white forehead, and swollen cheek hair. Just now it stepped out of the darkness step by step. The momentum of the big boss patrolling the streets was full, which made the cattle and horses of the Shimen caravan restless. Several horses stood up in fright and were about to run away into the mountains.

The groom tried his best to comfort him, and the tiger squatted beside the fire motionless, making no other movements, so the horse barely stood upright. However, it often scratched the ground and snorted, and its mood was still agitated and restless.

He Lingchuan noticed that when the tiger squatted down, even the flames were suffocated.

He remembered the pair of tigers that ambushed him by the Sanxin Lake. Although they were larger than Uncle Da, their sense of oppression was far less intense than Uncle Da's.

The guard who has been with King Chiyan for more than a hundred years is not an easy master to deal with. When He Lingchuan treated Fu Shanyue's wound last night, he saw a cone-shaped blood hole on his arm, penetrating from front to back. Now comparing the long fangs exposed when the tiger yawned, He Lingchuan felt that he had found the murder weapon.

Uncle Da's tiger teeth seem to be a bit longer than those of ordinary tigers.

Fu Shanyue used a talisman to cover up his smell. Coupled with the heavy rain now, otherwise the smell of blood on his body would have been hidden from the tiger's sense of smell.

The conversation between the two of them was very quiet, and it was covered by the heavy rain. Although the tiger didn't look over, his ears turned here and his tail moved.

Fu Shanyue immediately shut up.

He Lingchuan looked at the carriage on the opposite side intentionally or unintentionally. A thin man jumped out of the car, holding a gold basin in his hand. He was going to get hot water by the campfire, but as soon as he reached out, the guard next to him got angry and kicked him: "You bitch, no!" Do you know how to clean the basin first?”

"Hey, okay." The man didn't worry, he got up and laughed, holding the basin and running towards the stream not far away, ignoring the heavy rain outside.

The guard by the campfire looked at his back and spat on the ground: "Pig!"

The sound of the basin falling to the ground was also heard by the members of the Shimen caravan, and everyone just glanced there.

This man was undoubtedly the lowly slave on the Twilight Plains. He washed the golden basin carefully three times before taking it back to fill it with hot water. The other guards were all sitting carelessly, but he huddled up and moved carefully. This time he learned the lesson and took off all the mud and grass stalks on his clothes before climbing into the carriage to avoid soiling the carriage.

Therefore, the passengers in the car are quite distinguished.

Just look at the guards, including Uncle Da, guarding it in the middle like stars holding the moon, who is there?

He Lingchuan smiled and asked Fu Shanyue: "Why is there such a big difference in the treatment between you two?"

Look at the crowds of people shouting at each other, and the hordes of guards; look at Fu Shanyue being injured and in a desolate state, huddled incognitoly in a caravan from a small country.

There is a huge difference between having a father who loves you and not having a father who loves you.

Fu Shanyue rolled his eyes, speechless, but secretly frightened:

The dead don't need hot water, so why is Fushan Ji still alive?

He was obviously stabbed by the poison of wood... Fushan was more confident in his methods, and he also experimented with this poison. There is almost no cure for the poison of the Son of God. With Fu Shanji's level of cultivation, he should not survive for more than ten hours.

It happened that Taozi also brought him a cup of hot water, but Fushanyue refused. He Lingchuan observed the little girl. The line on her lips had healed.

Judging from her appearance alone, no one would associate her with a witch boy.

He Lingchuan suddenly asked: "Is Taozi sick?"

The little girl's lips turned white, and a blush rose on her cheeks. A fine line of sweat broke out on her forehead, and her face showed a look of pain.

He Lingchuan pressed her forehead: "I have a fever."

She didn't know when she caught the cold, but she had long been accustomed to the pain, so she didn't mention it and gritted her teeth to endure it.

Fushan looked at her more and more, then suddenly came closer and sniffed her twice.

This movement was like a dog, and Taozi twisted her body uncomfortably.

"Untouchables are not that easy to get sick." Fu Shanyue said calmly, "She has inhaled too much evil spirit."

Poor people have a hard life. In fact, he should say the opposite. The untouchables who are prone to illness have long turned into bones, and those who can stay are tough.

"Evil spirit?" He Lingchuan was slightly surprised, and then suddenly realized. Lingxu City has asked people to come here to exorcise evil spirits at least a dozen times, but judging from the current situation of the entire Twilight Plain, the effect is not good.

After all, the massacre that shocked the world happened in every corner of the Twilight Plain. Just like weeds, they grow again after being pulled out.

Fu Shanyue has the instinct to absorb evil spirits, and he feels like a fish in water when he comes to the Twilight Plain. But when he comes to the Qianxing City Ruins, which has the highest concentration and can be regarded as one of the sources of evil spirits, the evil spirits do not run to him, as if the little girl next to him is more attractive.

"So Taozi is really a witch boy."

"Well, she should learn how to control the evil spirit." Fu Shanyue thought thoughtfully, "Otherwise she will probably be killed by the evil spirits here. Even if she doesn't die, absorbing too much evil spirits will make her really ominous."

Taozi asked timidly: "Will I kill others?"

"That's someone else's fault. What does it have to do with you?" Fu Shanyue patted her head, "You can only become an evil spirit boy. If you stay in one place for a long time, people around you will get sick easily, and the crops in the fields will wilt - just like this Twilight Plain."

Taozi's logic is very clear: "Sick people are prone to die. Isn't it my fault that they died?"

"I said, they deserve to die." Fu Shanyue said happily, "Who made them so weak?"

He looked up and saw He Lingchuan's scrutiny: "What?"

"You two look alike." He Lingchuan stroked his chin and said, "Both can absorb evil spirits."

Speaking of which, wasn't the original Ba born from a resentful corpse that met an evil spirit?

Fu Shanyue said, "We both eat rice, why don't you look like me?"

It was as if God had pressed a button, and the wanton wind and rain suddenly subsided; after a cup of tea, the haze was gone, and the night sky actually cleared up and the moon was particularly bright. The moonlight was like mercury, and even cast a hazy halo on the surface. Travelers could see the surroundings clearly without a campfire.

Only the smell of mud and grass remained, suggesting that there had been a storm here.

The weather in the mountains is really unreasonable.

The little witch Taozi suddenly pointed forward: "It has changed!"

The water vapor on the ground mixed with the moonlight, suddenly raised its head from the ground, and began to change shape.

Not only the direction she pointed to, but also the ruins where everyone was.

The people who came here for the first time drew their weapons with a clang, as if they were facing a great enemy. Shi Er Dangjia waved his hand: "Calm down, this is just an illusion that appears occasionally, it is completely harmless!"

Water vapor began to grow on the base of the ruins of Qianxing City, and soon turned into a city wall, a high platform, and a building.

A huge building also "grew" on the stone house where everyone was, as if it was a palace. He Lingchuan raised his hand and flicked it on the wall of the palace, and as expected, he passed through it. There was no touch, only a little coolness.

Under the moonlight, everything was recovering rapidly.

In just two quarters of an hour, the phantom of a complete ancient city rose from the ground. It was not only majestic and complete, but everyone running in the city was also a phantom, but the facial contours were particularly clear.

Proportional restoration.

In this way, the former Qianxing City spanned time and space and appeared in front of the world again.

He Lingchuan saw clearly that the location of the Shimen Caravan was actually the armory, just behind the city gate.

And the shouts and screams inside and outside the city shook the sky, and the giant elephants in hard armor carried battering rams and rammed the city gates again and again.

These giant elephants are two zhang (more than six meters) tall, with sharp and curved tusks over ten zhang tall. They are as big as a hill and equipped with mighty armor. Arrows shot from the top of the city are useless.

The wood is the fire seed of the dragon title. Every time it hits the gate, a layer of red light is shattered on the surface of the city gate.

That is the barrier formed by the Yuanli, which is about to be broken.

The enemy is surging in front of the city gate, densely packed with all kinds of monsters, all kinds of strange shapes, roaring and shaking the sky.

Although they know it is an illusion, the living people standing here still feel numb.

The Chiyan people on the opposite side are just in the middle of the monster army. Uncle Da lies in the illusion of the monsters, and it doesn’t feel out of place at all.

The ladders are set up on the city wall one by one. Seeing that the defenders on the wall have suffered heavy casualties and their defense is getting weaker and weaker.

Since these are all illusions and there is no danger, the living people in the caravan simply form teams of three or two to explore this ancient city that has disappeared in history.

Fu Shanyue pointed at Shi Erdangjia and signaled Wu Tong: "Follow him closely." Then he said to He Lingchuan, "Shall we go for a walk?"