Chapter 558 Friendly Tour Group

Shao Jian snorted, "Since the founding of Bejia, thousands of wars have been planned, launched, and even personally participated in. It relies on doing this kind of thing for the gods in exchange for its own continuation and strength!"

"You said -" he said word by word, "are these demon emperors and demon kingdom masters traitors in the human world?"

"...Yes." He Lingchuan said cautiously, "But Bega doesn't seem to have fought in the past ten years or so?"

"It didn't move on its own, but what about Ju State? Where's Dai State?" Shao Jian said coldly, "The new king of Ju State revolutionized the government, and rebellion suddenly broke out. More than 20,000 people died in half a year. The king of Ju State himself was also buried in Under the knife, various rebels fought fiercely for power. It was like cutting grass, and it has not stopped until now. "

"Dai Guo has only been at peace for twenty years, and now it is at war with its old enemy. The feud is getting deeper and deeper, and I don't know how long it will end." Shao Jian shook his head, "Beijia is behind the turmoil between the two countries. All I know is that These, I don’t know, are countless.”

"The gods are not stupid. If you blindly harvest the nightmare energy, you will be fishing." Speaking of the gods, Shao Jian will never have a good look. "The human world also needs to recuperate and recuperate, which is conducive to the recovery of spiritual energy. Otherwise, everyone will die, and what will the gods use to collect it?" Nightmare Qi? It just so happens that humankind thrives and spiritual energy revives at the same time. As long as the gods control the intensity and frequency of wars through Beijia, they can ensure an endless supply of nightmare energy and maintain the quality and quantity. "

"In this way..." He Lingchuan considered his words, "Isn't the human world just the pasture of the gods?"

When there are more people, harvest them; when there are fewer people, plant them up.

How is this different from raising pigs and cattle?

"Who says it's not the case?" Shao Jian sighed, "The gods and Bejia are the source of endless turmoil in this world!"

He Lingchuan's eyes moved slightly: "Since the gods rely on harvesting the nightmare energy of humans to survive, why does Mitian Empress help us?"

Can a normal god do such a thing, betraying his own origin and standing against the entire race?

"What about this? I have to ask Commander Zhong." Shao Jian wiped off the suet on his knife, "I don't know the content of the agreement between him and Mi Tian Dingli."

He Lingchuan felt that he did not tell the truth.

"Anyway, you have to understand that Panlong City is not a fairyland. Sooner or later, the gods will set their sights here. Until then..." The hatred in Shao Jian's eyes finally could not be hidden, "They and Bejia's evil, madness, and cruelty , you have no way of imagining it. Now that Brother Zhong has chosen the right and difficult path, you can only move forward!"

No turning back? He Lingchuan looked up at the stars and silently took in a breath of cold air.

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At dawn, He Lingchuan went out for a stroll.

When he first arrived, he was still unknown. Not many people in the huge Lingxu City recognized him, so he took this opportunity to visit.

It was almost dark when he entered the city yesterday, and the whole journey was full of sightseeing. He could take a good stroll this morning.

The most core areas of Panlong City are only Wanglin Street, but there is no so-called "most core" in Lingxu City because its bustling urban area is too large, with tracts of streets and markets allocated to it, and the main city He Fucheng each has its own central area, which in He Lingchuan's view is called a business district.

This is the place where the world's goods are collected, distributed and circulated. Along the way, he even recognized the specialties of Yuan and Fu in the street shops.

Goods from both the north and the south, as well as rare treasures in Yunei, can be bought here as long as you have money.

Walking further behind the high-rise mansion, there are rows of restaurants, including large restaurants and small restaurants. Business is booming and there is a constant flow of customers.

He Lingchuan saw a restaurant with a small appearance, but the signboard clearly said "Plagian Seafood", so he walked in.

There is a pine bonsai outside the door, and two yellow peach parrots are playing and kissing on the tree. The environment in the store is clean and elegant, with four neat sets of mahogany tables and chairs, and three tables of customers are already sitting there.

He Lingchuan looked left and right, but he didn't see the seafood. When I asked, I learned that the seawater pool was at the back, and I was afraid that if I put it in the front, I would be criticized for being unsightly.

In the past, when He Lingchuan entered such a small restaurant, no one cared about "elegance". As expected of Lingxu City, even a small shop has a high B rating.

After a while, the seafood porridge he ordered came, and it was still bubbling when it was brought to the table.

He took a spoon and stirred it up. Oh, there were quite a lot of ingredients. Except for the squid and scallops, which should be dried and soaked, the oysters, shrimps, clams and small octopuses were all cooked fresh. The fresh and sweet taste in the mouth was deceiving. Inhumane.

The rice porridge is also boiled until it is salty and fragrant, and the heat is just right.

After He Lingchuan took a few sips, he felt that the cool air of autumn had been driven away, and his stomach felt very warm.

Next is the butter noodles.

The so-called "butter" refers to crab meat and crab roe. I won’t go into details about how awesome the taste is. This shop also adds some pig fat and fry it together to add an extra oily aroma.

He Lingchuan knew that big restaurants have stricter requirements and only use butter, which means no crab meat is added at all, and it is made from pure crab roe and crab paste. This is noble.

He doesn't pay much attention to it, as long as it tastes good.

Then came two large plates of sea sausage and fish dumplings.

The freshly chopped dace meat is stirred into a pulp and mixed with chopped sea sausage to make a filling. Even the dumpling wrappers are black - dyed with ink from octopus or squid.

To be honest, the taste is really good, but the portion is a bit small. He Lingchuan felt his belly, he was probably 20% full at most.

Pay the bill, just one tael of silver.

That's a thousand dollars.

He hissed softly. He wanted to eat as much as he could, but he couldn't afford five taels of silver for a meal? The price is really not cheap.

Lingxu City is not near the sea, so the transportation fee for fresh sea-borne goods to be shipped here cannot be saved. Besides, this is the main urban area, where every inch of land is valuable...

Looking at the tables on both sides, there are young men and women, eating slowly and chewing their food, and even the sound of bowls and spoons knocking against each other is rare.

Sure enough, this is not a place to fill your stomach.

He Lingchuan said goodbye to the smiling boss, turned a few corners, and found a steamed bun shop in the back row. He ordered ten large fresh meat buns in one breath, each as big as his fist, plus two bowls of millet and grain porridge.

After this meal, he was finally full.

He Lingchuan left the steamed bun shop and looked up.

Lingxu City can be said to be a model of harmonious coexistence between monsters and humans. There are all kinds of monsters on the street. The one sitting in the steamed bun shop collecting money just now was a baboon monster, counting copper coins for him while his hands were wet with saliva.

There are often flying birds in the sky and on the branches.

In this environment, He Lingchuan had no idea whether he was being monitored or not. He just hoped that since he had just arrived, others would not be able to spot him.

He also visited two ready-made clothing stores and several specialty shops, bought several sets of clothes and souvenirs, and went to a teahouse to order two pots of morning tea and listened to a story.

Recently, some strange things happened in the small country northwest of Beijia. The storyteller added some spice and subjective assumptions to make a few good stories. Because of the novelty, everyone listened attentively and interrupted him from time to time to ask questions.

This was the end of a leisurely morning.

He Lingchuan was not worried about the safety of Prince Chiyan. His status and position were there, and he was the next Demon King of Chiyan favored by the gods. Lingxu City should be friendly to him.

Sure enough, the eyeball spider soon sent him a message saying that Fu Shanyue had returned to the posthouse, packed up and went out again.

Socializing is probably one of the most important activities for the upper class at the foot of the emperor. If you only visit two stores a day, you can't finish it in two or three months.

Prince Chiyan also had many people to visit.

So He Lingchuan was not in a hurry and continued to sightsee in the city, and even spent some money to join a guided tour.

Lingxu City is so developed that there are people doing any job that can make money. There are many scenic spots nearby, so there are people who specialize in tourism and lead tour groups. The deer carts they specially chartered are very spacious.

In fact, the person in charge is not a human at all, but a fat white-fronted gibbon.

This monkey monster is smarter than a human. He is so eloquent when introducing the scenic spots along the way. He can even explain a stinky ditch as a place for mermaids to wash silk... The most amazing thing is that this dead monkey also took them shopping!

The surrounding local products shops, the restaurants that are not expensive but not delicious, and the tour guide's stinky face and sarcasm if you don't buy anything, all of which aroused He Lingchuan's hometown feelings, and made him feel more friendly when looking at this monkey monster.

Some people didn't want to play anymore and wanted to get a refund and leave. As a result, the gibbon bared its teeth, and two huge mandrills with bulging muscles stood behind him, looking at him silently with a big painted face.

"..."

The tourists immediately said that this trip was too fun, and they would be inhuman if they didn't follow the group to complete it.

However, a few small accidents in the middle made He Lingchuan discover that the gibbon was quite familiar with the main urban area and Beikan District, and had many ways to get around. It even said that as long as the guests could afford it, it could take everyone to the floating island to see what kind of paradise the rich lived in. It was guaranteed to be like another world.

But you can't walk around that place at will, you have to follow its instructions and eyes.

At this time, He Lingchuan saw that the deer cart had arrived at the place, and didn't listen to it continue to talk nonsense, so he left the group on his own in Xidui District.

Of course, no refunds will be given for the attractions that have not been completed.

He Lingchuan tossed around for a while, and soon walked to the ordinary residential area and turned into Diliu Lane.

There is a row of shops in front of here, and a small river behind. It has nothing to do with quiet in the bustling city, but it is convenient for living.

After all, it is still in Lingxu City, and the houses of each household are small. At most, He Lingchuan's residence in Panlong City is two or three times larger, and they are also lined up one after another.

After entering the alley, He Lingchuan walked through several doors until the sixth door.

He stretched out his hand to knock, but heard laughter from inside, and there was more than one person.

Hmm?

This doesn't seem to be the target he is looking for.

He Lingchuan used his true power and heard people chatting inside, and the sound of objects knocking against each other -

They were drinking.

He Lingchuan looked back and found that there were old people sitting on the doorstep in the alley to bask in the sun, looking at him with half-closed eyes, and there were also boys playing with grass horses in the yard, shouting.

This kind of street is full of old neighbors for decades, and a stranger is very conspicuous.

He Lingchuan thought about it, turned around and walked back.

...

After a while, the sixth door was knocked.

The drinker inside stuck his head out and looked around, but there was no one.

"Here!"

He lowered his head and saw a little boy standing nearby, holding a note in his hand: "A letter to Tong Wei!"

Tong Wei? Who is Tong Wei?