Chapter 549: The Fusion of Cause and Effect and Reality

"Thick skin and black heart" are the four words that describe the fat white man.

Bai Gua took out another three-inch high wooden bottle: "This is for you too!"

The stopper was tightly plugged. He Lingchuan shook it gently and found tiny particles inside. "What is this?"

"This is fish paste!" the fat white man explained, "A specialty of the seaside of Songguo, the essence of various seafood slowly boiled over a fire! Add one or two drops when cooking, and the taste will be so fresh! It's completely different from the original dish. You go back and try it, it will definitely taste good."

He Lingchuan refused disrespectfully and glanced at the store again. Many customers also bought fish paste, but they were all in large wooden bottles.

The profiteer gave him a trial pack.

...

Gang Ge Hall.

This stone house is still bare and has no decoration.

He Lingchuan remembered that the first two times he came to work were when the autumn tiger was raging, and it was extremely hot. The military officer was lucky because he had cultivation and paid attention to the cold and heat. A half-baked magic cultivator like Wen Daolun was sweating profusely.

Fortunately, the weather is getting cooler now, so it is much more comfortable to stay inside.

As usual, He Lingchuan was allowed to enter after a full body security check.

There were four soldiers guarding outside the hall, and he was the only one in the hall.

However, someone was waiting in the hall, and he poured himself a cup of tea.

This was a scholar in a long robe, and his left hand holding the teacup was missing the little finger.

He Lingchuan was shocked when he saw his face clearly, and his footsteps stopped.

The scholar faced the door and smiled at him: "Hello."

He Lingchuan's calmness was far better than before. He was distracted for only a short moment, and then he reacted and stepped into the hall:

"Hello."

This man was in his early forties, with a haggard face but handsome, and a mole between his eyebrows.

Most importantly, He Lingchuan recognized this face:

Shao Jian.

Although the years had carved wrinkles and whitened his temples, He Lingchuan could still recognize at a glance that this was Shao Jian, the nephew of the late King Yuan!

He had seen the conversation between the uncle and nephew in the illusion of the ruins of Qianxing City.

In the past, King Yuan knew that the situation was over and the Yuan Kingdom could not be saved, so he entrusted the large square pot, the dragon-headed knife and the divine bone necklace to his nephew Shao Jian, asking him to flee to Xiluo overnight and hand over the three sets to Zhong Shengguang.

Of course, he must have done it, otherwise there would be no Panlong City today.

But He Lingchuan never expected that the person in the illusion would appear in front of him, alive... well, it can't be called alive, after all, this is not reality.

But it was enough to make him excited.

After nearly two hundred years of time and space, he finally met another person who should be recorded in history!

Should.

Because Shao Jian acted secretly, his connection with Zhong Shengguang and Panlong City was not written into history. But He Lingchuan knew very well that this person was the beginning of the turbulent and tragic story of Panlong City.

Facing Shao Jian, He Lingchuan felt mixed emotions. It was at this moment that he realized that Panlong City and himself were deeply entangled, and they were deeply affecting each other.

Did Zhong Shengguang, who held the big square pot in his hand, feel the same way?

Perhaps it was his fiery eyes that made Shao Jian a little strange, and the latter was also looking at the boy: "Have we met before?"

He Lingchuan shook his head: "Probably not."

He did not ask the other party's name. Soldiers on duty in the hall of war only look but do not ask.

But Shao Jian was obviously not subject to this restriction: "What's your last name?"

"He."

"This is the first time I have seen such a young soldier in the hall of war." This boy looked at most seventeen or eighteen years old, and he could actually come to the hall of war to work. Shao Jian smiled and said, "General Hong must trust you."

He Lingchuan said concisely: "Yes."

The last time he saw Shao Jian, he was young and heroic; now Shao Jian is nearly forty years old, about the same age as Zhong Shengguang, and his face has shown a little vicissitudes.

Although he was a cultivator, time had not been kind to him.

Just as Shao Jian was about to speak, the door creaked open, and General Hong came in alone in light armor.

The door of the Hall of Weapons made a noise on purpose to remind the people in the hall.

He Lingchuan saw her and was slightly startled.

She was not wearing a mask, and her face was more beautiful than the peach and plum blossoms, but she also looked down on all living things with indifference from the nine heavens.

There was no one behind her: "Close the door."

As He Lingchuan closed the door, Shao Jian also stood up and bowed to her respectfully: "Mother Mitian, long time no see."

"Shao Jian." General Hong pulled out a chair and sat down by himself, "Did you have a peaceful journey?"

"It was a smooth journey, no bandits or thieves, and no one followed me."

He Lingchuan knew that he had been hiding for more than 20 years and had a lot of experience in hiding his whereabouts.

General Hong was not completely relieved: "Stand under the sun."

Now the sun was past the zenith and just tilted, and the sun shone in from the empty window. Shao Jian stood in the sunlight, and his body seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light.

General Hong pointed at He Lingchuan and said, "You go too."

He Lingchuan immediately stood over, shoulder to shoulder with Shao Jian, and bathed in the sunlight together.

General Hong took out an open golden bowl from somewhere, with half a piece of incense in it. She reached into the bowl and the incense burned without fire, emitting wisps of milky white smoke.

The smell of fireworks was solemn and solemn, and He Lingchuan felt as if he was standing in a temple.

General Hong blew in the direction of the two people, and the smoke floated over and permeated around him, condensing but not dispersing.

Neither of them dared to move.

After five or six breaths, under the sun and in the white mist, He Lingchuan suddenly discovered a shallow black line on Shao Jian's shoulder, which went straight out of the window.

General Red said solemnly: "You are being targeted."

Shao Jian was startled. When he turned around, he also saw the antenna-like black thread on his shoulder.

He brushed it twice with his hand, but found nothing.

The black line is still there, if it is there or not, but it won't go away.

He Lingchuan checked himself and found nothing.

He was very innocent, and General Red only looked at him once before turning his attention to Shao Jian.

Shao Jian was surprised: "What is this?"

"Attention from other gods." The red general blew another puff of white smoke. Shao Jian's whole body was covered in smoke, and He Lingchuan could hardly see his facial features clearly. "Human beings cannot get rid of it."

Miraculously, Shao Jian didn't feel the smoke was choking in it, but could breathe freely.

"This mist can block their prying eyes, otherwise once the thread of fate is severed, they will pay more attention to you." After that, the red general reached out and grabbed his shoulder, and pulled it gently, as if brushing away the fluttering hair. Spider silk.

The so-called thread of fate was broken like this!

The god who cast this thread must be curious about who can break it. However, Shao Jian was shrouded in fog and they could not locate it.

General Red grabbed the black thread and threw it directly into the golden bowl.

With a pop, the flames turned black and a cloud of black mist erupted.

A figure loomed in the black mist, with a pair of big wings, like a butterfly or a big moth.

"It turns out it's this thing." The red general waved his hand, and the smoke in the air dissipated, and the sunlight enveloped Shao Jian again. "Good news, this is not the god worshiped by Bejia, so you haven't been targeted by the Northern Demon Kingdom yet. Enter. Shao Jian, which country did you pass before, or did you know someone who worshiped Dune?"

Shao Jian was slightly startled, then thought for a while and said, "That may be a small country I passed by in the desert, very far away. But the gods they worship are also in human form, not like this or this."

In addition to Bega, there are of course other countries in the world that openly worship gods. But none of them can match the power of the Northern Demon Kingdom.

General Red said calmly: "Human beings have the largest number of believers, so the images that gods take on in the world are mostly in human form."

He Lingchuan heard the implication: The true form of the god may not be certain.

"Don't go there in the future." The red general put away the golden bowl. "After all, we are a world apart. The attention of these wild gods is often disconnected due to various reasons, not just man-made. As long as you don't enter its field of vision again, you will It’s not a big deal, they don’t care too much about it, I have a task for you.”

Shao Jian said solemnly: "Excuse me."

He Lingchuan looked at them, curious.

King Yuan once asked him to tell Zhong Shengguang to do everything possible to destroy the Dafang Pot; but now, Zhong Shengguang not only failed to act according to King Yuan's warning, but instead used the Dafang Pot to attract the gods to the world.

So, what is Shao Jian’s current relationship with Panlong City?

He was probably the only bloodline of the Yuanwang family left in the world. He Lingchuan thought, after handing over the three-piece suit, it was impossible for this person to just stay out of the matter and spend the rest of his life in Jiang Hai?

The red general took out another object and spread it in his palm.

It was a really weird day. The people and things that appeared in Panlong City one after another were all beyond He Lingchuan's expectations.

The object the Red General took out looked like a copper pipe, only the size of a middle finger. The top of the pipe was engraved with the head of an unknown monster, with a pointed mouth, short nose, thin teeth, small ears, and a ferocious face, like a pig's head that had been smashed by a punch.

There are patterns engraved all over the short tube, which look like patterns and words, but they are not the language of ancient immortals.

There is a gem embedded in the tube, which is hollow. There seems to be a little red substance inside, which sometimes flows as a liquid and sometimes vaporizes into mist.

As soon as this thing appeared, He Lingchuan's eyes widened because he actually recognized it:

Punishment Dragon Pillar!

After He Chunhua led the Xiazhou army and the Xunzhou Rangers to fight in Xinhuang Town, Bejia's national master's servant secretly used this torture dragon pillar to collect the nightmare energy on the battlefield.

At that time, the servant confessed that the Dragon Punishment Pillar was an ancient treasure, drawn from the copper pillars at the edge of the Dragon Slaughter Field; and the so-called Nightmare Qi was the resentment, fear, and anger of the soldiers before they died in battle, and Bega wanted to collect them and take them back to transcend.

However, it was later corrected by the soul-capturing mirror that the nightmare energy was actually the essence of life in the human body, which just dissipated into the air after death.

What surprised He Lingchuan even more was what General Red or Mitian said next:

"I finally made this thing!"

There was a rare emotion in her voice.

Can Mi Tian make a Dragon Punishment Pillar?

He Lingchuan's mind was racing, why would she make such a thing?

Panlong City also needs to collect nightmare energy?