Chapter 475 Cold-Blooded

When He Lingchuan found the inn and checked in, it was already the end of the ugly period.

Luocang was almost turned upside down by them. The Prunella Vulgaris Warehouse was full of sound and light effects. It would be strange if the people in the town were not awakened.

He Lingchuan took a cold shower to wash away the blood and mud from his body, changed into another set of clothes, and then went to the town office.

Fatty Hei's confession has actually been verified. This was all thanks to General Ling who wasted no time at all and started extracting confessions, no, interrogations on the way back.

As a powerful person, General Ling actually enjoys many privileges, and no one dares to stop him from being interrogated like this.

The fat man was kicked out of the volute by the skunk during the battle and was captured early. Instead, he escaped being blown to pieces and is still alive and well.

Jiao Yu listened to the trial and confirmed that the fat black man was just an accomplice, and everything was dictated by his superiors and arranged by the boss.

The boss is Wan Song.

But Fatty Hei also made some key confessions. For example, they started doing this free business seven years ago. He was roped in by Wan Song, and Wan Song was roped in by the original captain.

The former captain died of serious injuries while digging out a pig's nest in Yulun Mountain last winter, so Wan Song was naturally promoted to captain.

In the past seven years, they have only been active in the Chiyan border. They have been dispatched nearly 200 times and killed thousands of monsters, big and small.

This was an approximate number, and he couldn't remember the exact number.

The reason why the number is so large is because some monsters are smaller, such as bats, and at least a dozen of them must be killed each time.

"Thousands of pigs?" He Lingchuan still frowned when he heard this number, "Isn't this right? In the Moon Mountain trip alone, more than a hundred pigs were killed."

"That's the later stage." Jiao Yu explained, "In the early stage, they were very careful when hunting monsters, trying to pick big wild monsters, so they only need to hunt one or two each time, and try not to attract official attention."

Safety lasts long.

"That is to say, since last year, the emperor's liquid has come, and the number of mountain monsters has greatly increased. The demand for liquid beads has also increased, and then they were ordered to increase hunting."

Otherwise, this matter would not have been exposed.

He Lingchuan finally remembered the business: "Then the messenger of Lingxu City was hunted, what happened?"

"The fat black man confessed that they only thought of it as an ordinary demon bird and killed it to get the pearl. They didn't even know that it was the messenger of Lingxu City!" Jiao Yu sighed rarely, "He cried bitterly in front of us and said that if he could have known it earlier, That's the monster in Lingxu City. Who dares to touch it? General Ling just took action to make sure he didn't tell lies."

After speaking, Jiao Yu glanced at General Ling. This impatient guy almost kicked out the fat black man, who probably couldn't tell lies.

He Lingchuan asked curiously: "Didn't the white-shouldered eagle even defend himself before he died?"

After all, he was a bird of prey, so why did he die so painfully?

"The monster assigned to Wan Song is called a snail toad. It can emit colorless and odorless smoke at its prey, causing them to fall asleep unconsciously. Therefore, the white-shouldered eagle was indeed unable to wake up, even to himself. No chance to plead."

Thinking of this, Jiao Yu's heart palpitated: "Fortunately, when we set up an ambush in the medicine warehouse, we all had refreshing pills in our mouths. Otherwise, if we woke up after a nap, the murderer would have fled thousands of miles away. Wouldn't it be embarrassing and embarrassing to the family?"

He Lingchuan stroked his chin: "So this is how pigs all die?"

"Most of them were, but a few came back from outside without being hit, and then a big battle broke out with Wan Song and others." Jiao Yu also interrogated clearly, "They relied on the power of the snail toad, and they still won in the end."

"What's going on with this snail toad?" He Lingchuan was most interested in this. "You asked, right? Tell me."

"As you expected, the monster is a synthetic demon puppet. But Fatty doesn't know who the maker is. He only knows that this thing is a composite of evil ghost toad larvae and snails. Even the shell on its back has a lot of history."

"What's the origin?"

"He doesn't know, he just heard what the former captain said."

"Evil Ghost Toad? Is there that kind of monster in the Chiyan Kingdom?" He Lingchuan had heard of the Evil Ghost Toad. Legend has it that this monster only appears in the countryside during thunderstorms and specializes in ambushing pedestrians along the way.

It has the ability to change color and shape. It often disguises itself as a cave or a house. When pedestrians go in to take shelter from the rain, they throw themselves into the toad's mouth and become a delicious meal for the evil ghost toad.

"No in Chiyan. I heard that there is a family of Evil Ghost Toads in Zeguo, but the seedlings are not prosperous and there are only three heads." Jiao Yu shook his head, "The Evil Ghost Toads are huge in size and have powerful magic power. It is difficult to have heirs nowadays."

The more powerful a creature is, the more difficult it is to reproduce, let alone in such an environment with thin spiritual energy?

He Lingchuan asked curiously: "Then where did these people get the evil ghost toad larvae?"

"I don't know, but I guess it has something to do with Zeguo." Jiao Yu murmured, "If this matter spreads, there will be another uproar."

No one will give up if they see their children being made to look like monsters or puppets.

Of course He Lingchuan didn't care about Chi Yan's diplomatic risks. He just muttered: "The larvae of the evil ghost toad...hey, isn't that just a tadpole?"

No wonder the monster looks strange. Isn't it just a tadpole with incomplete transformation (...)?

When tadpoles are born, they have a classic spindle shape. As time goes by, the base of the tail swells, and front and rear legs grow. Then the body becomes more and more bulging, and the tail becomes shorter and shorter or even disappears, becoming a frog toad.

Apart from the snail's back shell and antennae, isn't the image of this demon puppet the intermediate form of a tadpole growing into a toad?

But from the biological law, this form does not last long and is particularly unstable.

No wonder Dong Rui said that this monster must eat summer cypress regularly. I think he used some method to keep the demon puppet in this form, but the manufacturing process was too hasty at the time and could not be further debugged.

What would happen if the snail toad did not eat summer cypress for a long time?

Would it turn into an evil ghost toad?

What bad consequences would that lead to?

He Lingchuan felt that after listening to these confessions, his doubts did not decrease, but increased.

"How much does he know about Wan Song's current boss, Mr. Mai?"

General Ling continued: "He has never met Mr. Mai, and Wan Song didn't mention it much, but Wan Song came back from Baisha to meet Mr. Mai at the end of last year and said that their group completed the task best, so the reward they received was also the most generous."

Year-end bonus? "How much did they get?"

The team originally had six people. The original captain died while hunting pigs last year, and the other two died while poaching He Lingchuan's mountain goats a few days ago, so this time they only faced three people.

"Everyone got 700 taels at the end of last year, and an additional 1,200 taels of reward." General Ling said bitterly, "Otherwise they wouldn't have worked so hard this year to kill so many monsters!"

"Does that mean there are other groups?"

"He can't tell the truth."

"What about Wan Song's personality?" This is the question he specifically asked Jiao Yu to interrogate.

"He is fierce and cruel, and his men are afraid of him."

He Lingchuan nodded.

The fat black man had been hollowed out by the two monsters, and there was no value in asking him any more. He Lingchuan calculated the time and stood up, "Let's go to the medical hall."

At this time, he missed Lingguang especially.

After the midnight battle, Wan Song was sent to the best medical hall in Luocang for rescue.

The doctors here are quite good at medicine. After working for more than an hour, the wounded man’s bleeding stopped and the swelling on his face basically subsided. However, they expressed regret: “The internal organs are too seriously injured and there is no way to save him. We have tried our best and can only keep him alive for another hour at most. Do you want to wake him up now?”

“Wake him up.” He Lingchuan and others naturally had nothing to regret, “Time is precious.”

So the doctors took a sniff bottle and put it under the wounded man’s nose and shook it gently.

Soon, Wan Song woke up from his coma.

He opened his eyes and saw He Lingchuan, and then his eyes swept over Jiao Yu, General Ling and other monsters. The confusion gradually turned into clarity, and then turned into despair.

“It seems that you are very clear about your situation.” He Lingchuan stretched his legs and hooked a chair to sit down. “Answer honestly, you can suffer less.”

“Why, why did it explode?” Wan Song didn’t figure it out before and after he fell into a coma.

“There are several jars of explosives in the medicine warehouse.” He Lingchuan put them there, and he originally wanted to wait for the monster to drill into the medicine warehouse from underground to detonate.

But it swallowed the medicine warehouse directly.

That's even better. He Lingchuan sent his clone to jump into the mouth of that thing, triggering a series of explosions, which were of course amazing.

Wan Song raised his head slightly and looked at his legs:

"Can I still be saved?"

He Lingchuan said bluntly: "No."

"..." In the eyes of Jiao Yu and other monsters, shouldn't they give him hope at this time and threaten him with his life?

But He Lingchuan knew that this man was born in the Taoist sect and was a desperate man who had his head on his belt all year round. He might have assessed his injuries and it might not be easy to deceive him from here.

Wan Song had a hooked nose, high cheekbones and a thin face. At this time, his face was pale and gloomy:

"I'm dying, what else do you want to ask from me?"

"Wan Da Hu was arrested and may be implicated by you." He Lingchuan picked up the cup on the table and said approachably, "Do you want to drink water?"

"Yes." Wan Song thought to himself that there was nothing to be afraid of a dying person, so he just said it carelessly.

He Lingchuan fed him water with his own hands, and then continued: "Wan Dahu's grandchildren are still young, are you going to take them to hell?"

"If Wan Xianneng hadn't betrayed me, could you have caught me?" Wan Song didn't care, "He hurt me, I hurt him, it's even."

He was going to die, why did he still care about other people's children?

He Lingchuan smiled: "Good, very good. Cold-blooded and ruthless, no wonder Mr. Mai trusted you."

Wan Xianneng is his uncle and his only relative alive. He used to help him, but he ignored him. Mr. Mai just saw such precious qualities?

Wan Song rolled his eyelids and looked at him, saying nothing, but all the contempt was unspoken.

He was going to die, what could this man do to him?

There was nothing else to worry about except death, who else could he be afraid of?