Chapter 501 A Big Gift at Midnight

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 faced it, it would be a dead end.

Fortunately, He Lingchuan was able to escape.

For Zhong Sunmou and others, this is called a wrong step and a wrong step.

It's so wrong that it's so unfair.

"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 no longer too lazy to care and sniffed carefully, "This man has chewed too much tobacco and his blood is filled with the smell of tobacco."

"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.

He Lingchuan was extremely anxious and couldn't rush it.

Fortunately, Jiao Yu finally found the direction: "This way."

One man and one tiger ran northwest.

There are fewer and fewer low-rise houses on the roadside, replaced by large mansions occupying vast areas. The exquisite door walls and majestic buildings are not inferior 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 Zhai.

Fu Songhua’s residence before his arrest.

Why 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 around 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 flew up in fright.

But other than that, there was no movement.

"There is no one here." Otherwise, the tiger with the added power of Yuan Li would not be able to hide it.

He Lingchuan slowly put away the knife: "Someone has taken care of him."

There are many ways to erase the smell and eliminate the traces. When he was a patrolman, he had learned no less than three or four kinds.

But the curse master was injured and escaped here, it must be because someone helped him.

The two walked around the house several times, but found nothing new, so they had to go back.

Jiao Yu said bitterly: "No wonder Zhongsun Mou is busy with his spare time. It turns out that 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 it. The backlash from the spell should be considerable."

"Nightmare?" Jiao Yu was surprised, "There is such a thing. I only heard of its name before."

"Nightmares harm people, and the gods don't know it." He Lingchuan remembered something and stood still subconsciously.

The tiger also stopped and waited for him: "What?"

"It's nothing." He Lingchuan shook his head and continued to walk 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 could eat, sleep and was in great health, passed away in his sleep without any scars on his body. It is said that the talismans to ward off evil spirits are all there but have no effect.

Looking back now, was that the work of a nightmare?

He Lingchuan sighed and found that he was not surprised at all.

Maybe I already knew deep down what was going on. After all, as soon as Old Man Li died, the entire Dunyu was quickly controlled by the new General Manager of Xiazhou.

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 looked down, he only had a scabbard on his waist.

The floating life has disappeared.

Hey, where is my knife?

Having been inseparable for months, the existence of this knife is 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?

Suddenly there was a 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.

Um? cut?

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the long knife in his palm.

This feeling is indeed floating, but where did it come from just now?

As if in response to his question, Fu Sheng disappeared in the next second.

Could it be?

He Lingchuan was stunned for a moment, as if he understood what was going on, and silently recited "The sword is coming" in his heart.

As soon as the thought came up, the long knife appeared again in the palm.

The grip is very snug.

He Lingchuan smiled from ear to ear: "The unity of man and sword?"

In the middle of the night, why are you so polite to give him such a great gift?

In fact, it is a bit exaggerated to say that the unity of man and sword is a bit exaggerated. The Fu Sheng Sword was just put into his body.

The ancient and medieval immortals can use their bodies as sheaths to nourish the magic tools with their own true power.

It is a pity that the spirituality of the magic tools in later generations is getting lower and lower, so the cost of collecting them is getting higher and higher. The practitioners simply don't collect them, and just wear them around their waists like ordinary iron.

In this era, probably only quasi-divine tools can be integrated with the owner.

"What's the matter, you have advanced again?" He Lingchuan stroked the blade and thought of the powerful nightmare that Da Fang Hu ate tonight, "Is it because you took supplements tonight?"

Even the red giant shadow went out in person, so that nightmare should be a great supplement for them, right?

Of course, the Fu Sheng Sword would not react, but He Lingchuan found after inspection that its characteristics seemed to have changed a little.

"Po Jun": penetrate the opponent's energy and restore the damage that should have been done, but the possibility of an explosion is very small.

Now this "very small" has become "possible".

In other words, the possibility of him playing the "Po Jun" feature in the future has been improved by more than one level.

It is worthy of being his precious sword. There will be feedback after feeding it some delicious food. Unlike the big square pot, no matter how many rare treasures it eats, it will still be that dead look that ignores people.

He Lingchuan feels that he will wake up with a smile in his dreams tonight!

The door of the house was knocked, and the voice of the tiger demon came in: "What happened?"

It heard the sound of He Lingchuan opening the window again. It's late at night, why is there something wrong again and again?

"Nothing."

But the tiger still scratched the door.

He Lingchuan had to let him in.

The tiger jumped directly onto the couch and lay down: "Come on, I will protect you."

When He Lingchuan lay down, the tiger began to lick its fur. It is a nocturnal animal, and it is more energetic after dark.

He Lingchuan looked up and saw it lying under the moonlight, its two eyes like lanterns.

…

This time, the call came directly into the dream, and He Lingchuan stood under the Juluo tree again.

Obviously, Panlong Dreamland understood his needs very well.

The net bag was still stuck on the tree branch. In the eyes of the people in Panlong City, the bag was just a big stone, and even the naughty boy was not interested in it.

He Lingchuan took the net bag off, but found that the nightmare's head had shrunk half again, and was frantically shouting for help.

He asked the Juluo tree: "Did you steal food?"

As soon as the voice fell, the tree root on the monster's head fell off.

He Lingchuan laughed and cried. Isn't it a bit late to destroy the evidence now?

After all, this Juluo tree is still young, and it couldn't help stealing food and felt guilty.

He Lingchuan turned into an empty street corner, then lifted up the nightmare's head and asked: "Answer the questions obediently, otherwise I will bury you under the tree as fertilizer."

With its life in the hands of people, what else can it say: "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, use it as tree fertilizer."

"Stop, stop, stop, I say!" The nightmare head shouted repeatedly, "The sorcerer is called Cheng Yu. He has been serving us for many years, and when he encounters a tricky idea, he will ask us to help."

"You are so particular that you will respond to every request?"

"That's not true, but the opponents that Cheng Yu can't handle are usually very powerful and delicious."

"Who is this Cheng?"

"We really don't know about this." He Lingchuan moved his hand, and the strange head shouted, "I'm serious. We don't pay much attention to reality."

"Where are the Fan brothers?"

"What brothers?" The strange head looked puzzled, "Who?"

He Lingchuan grabbed it and pretended to throw it to the Juluo tree. The strange head shouted: "I swear, I don't know any Fan brothers! I haven't even heard of them."

That's it, He Lingchuan just asked casually.

He was also quite interested in the nightmare that Dafanghu had to personally deal with: "Why us? How many faces does your original body have?"

"One hundred and twenty-seven. Our name is the 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 how did the original 'hundred faces' come about?"

"When I was in the human world, my original body was called Bai Qi, and I was an immortal. Many years ago - I can't remember exactly how long it was - I was seriously injured and dying. Because I was unwilling to perish between heaven and earth, I tried my best to escape into the dreamland and settled down here from then on."

"Why was I seriously injured?"

"I don't remember either." The strange head said, "When our nightmares devour the essence of humans or monsters, they also receive their memories. These messy memories will slowly cover up our original ones. After a long time, we don't even remember where we came from. The original body is the same. It only remembers its original name, and has forgotten everything else."