Chapter 662: Words Come True

He Lingchuan didn't dare to waste time. He took out the claw and fixed it on a boulder, then grabbed the spider silk rope and swung down into the crack.

The crack was very narrow, but he was flexible.

"Can it be, can it be!" Soul Mirror kept nagging nervously, "Ah? You said can it be?"

"Shut up." He Lingchuan reached into his arms and replaced another bead for himself.

There were only three left. The previous battle and escape had consumed too much quickly.

If he couldn't get any more, he would only have three quarters of an hour left.

Three quarters of an hour was not enough for him to escape from the mountains and the influence of the sandstorm.

The spider silk rope was long enough, and He Lingchuan hung all the way to the bottom of the crack.

The lower it went, the narrower it became. The rock wall was uneven, and in some places, you had to use your hands and feet to climb down.

But the steeper and narrower the terrain here, the greater He Lingchuan's hope.

He touched a protruding rock: "There are only a few grains of sand."

When a sandstorm passes, which place is not covered with several thick layers of sand? There are only a few grains underneath.

The mirror was so excited that its voice trembled: "There is hope, very much hope!"

If the master died in the spiritualless Fu world, it would also sentence it to death, but it was just a reprieve.

Its desire for He Lingchuan to escape was stronger than his own.

He Lingchuan descended to the bottom of the crack and began to grope around.

It was pitch black down there, so he took out a fluorescent spore to illuminate.

There was a snapping sound under his feet, and He Lingchuan brought the fluorescent spore close to the ground to take a look: "Water?"

There was actually a shallow ditch at the bottom of the crack.

This was probably groundwater formed over the years.

The mirror said repeatedly: "Good, good, it's even better to have water."

But He Lingchuan's good luck seemed to have run out. He groped in the crack for more than a quarter of an hour and found nothing.

There were only stones here, stones everywhere.

Stones that were extremely monotonous.

No, there seemed to be some small creatures in the ditch, panicked by his arrival.

These were not He Lingchuan's goals.

He continued to move forward by feeling the mountain wall.

"Breathe slowly, don't get excited!" Mirror kept reminding him, "There's still time!"

He Lingchuan reached out his hand to feel around in the rock wall, and suddenly stopped moving.

"Hmm?"

He retracted his hand and slowly spread his palm.

Two round things shone like pearls under the light of the fluorescent spores.

Mirror whistled like a human and cheered loudly:

"Finally!"

"I can live, I can live!"

They finally found the Suzhu, in this dark place!

The previous sandstorm swept across the plains and mountains, and it was almost impossible to find any grass. Only in such a deep ditch, where the sandstorm was difficult to wreak havoc, could there be hope for He Lingchuan to survive and get out of the Fu world!

He Lingchuan carefully put away the two life-saving treasures and continued to grope forward.

This was much smoother from then on.

Half an hour later, he successfully collected more than 30 Suzhu, enough for him to use for four hours.

With these little things, he had plenty of time to go south and pick pearls in places where sandstorms had not raged.

He Lingchuan sat down in the dark ditch, not caring about the water all over his body.

He could finally relax and not worry about survival.

Alive.

He also felt faintly tired.

The mirror had the leisure to ask him: "How did Hu Bin know your real name?"

Hu Bin just shouted "He Lingchuan", and it heard it clearly.

"In the whole Lingxu City, there are no more than three people who know my real name." He Lingchuan rubbed his eyes, "No, the second leader of Shimen Chamber of Commerce has left, so there are only two left."

One is Li Qingge, and the other is——

The mirror was shocked: "Hong Chenglue? You said he is Hong Chenglue?!"

It had seen Hong Chenglue, but it was obviously not that face!

"When I first saw him, I asked you if he was wearing a mask or disguised." He Lingchuan closed his eyes to rest, "You said you didn't notice."

This mirror can reflect a person's true face, well, in theory.

"Uh." Jingzi hesitated, "But, but..." There are always exceptions.

"The way he looked at me really seemed like he had a deep hatred for me." He Lingchuan said slowly, "Who would go deep into the mountains after a sandstorm to hunt me down for no reason? That would be a life-or-death struggle."

A killer who gets paid to do something like this can't do this.

Mirror pondered: "Did he change his appearance or face?"

"Do you remember Xi Yunhe?" When He Lingchuan was touching the beads just now, his mind was not idle. "He was originally a disciple of the Qing Palace, but later he was able to change his face and identity, lurking under Cen Boqing to work, and no one could recognize him."

He paused: "Hong Chenglue and Xi Yunhe are both related to Master Shuangye."

Mirror realized: "You mean, Master Shuangye has the ability to help people change their faces?"

"Ordinary disguises are invisible in front of Yuanli. If you say this is Master Shuangye's secret technique, I don't find it strange at all." He Lingchuan nodded, "Of course, visitors from the human world can't use Yuanli in the Fu Realm. It is not ruled out that Hong Chenglue only used ordinary disguises. Anyway, no one here can see through it."

"If it is really him, what are you going to do..." Mirror asked here, and suddenly realized, "Oh, he is probably dead now."

Either he was bitten to death by the beast, or he died from using up the beads.

Hunting down He Lingchuan is not an easy task. If you are not careful, you will be the first to die.

He Lingchuan did not respond, but stood up and stretched his wrists: "I have rested enough, it is time to go back."

This place is too narrow, I can't even stretch my back!

He climbed back to the ground with the help of spider silk ropes, sat cross-legged, took out two beast heads from the storage ring, and cut them open on the spot.

It's time to open the blind box!

In each beast head, there is a fist-sized light red pumice stone, and--

A few longan-sized, round and opaque balls.

Some are black, some are white, and some are transparent like glass.

He Lingchuan picked up the white ball, wiped off the brain flower on it, and found that it was too cold to hold for a long time. If he put it on the ground, a layer of white frost would soon condense.

He originally came for the "frost pill" of the frost silver beast, but now--

"Maybe, this can also be used?"

I hope his trip to the Fujie was not in vain.

...

Ten hours later, He Lingchuan sat in the big wooden barrel of Pianxiang Villa and took a comfortable hot bath.

It seemed like a lifetime ago.

After returning from the Fujie, he felt the preciousness of breathing freely.

It turns out that every breath of air is so sweet.

The Chiyan team has returned from the Fu Realm.

This year's hunting activity is too difficult. After careful consideration, the leader of Chiyan decided to withdraw early.

Chiyan participated in the activity for eleven days from beginning to end. Including the players who were replaced in the middle, a total of thirty-one people were sent in, and twenty-three came out alive.

Fu Shanyue was quite satisfied with this loss rate. After all, he heard from his subordinates that a large-scale beast tide that was rare in a hundred years had occurred in the Fu Realm.

He himself had entered the Fu Realm three times, so of course he knew the horror of the beast tide.

What's more, there was a sandstorm passing through and a duel with the lord of the Danube Beast.

To be honest, after this turmoil, many teams withdrew directly, because the lord of the Thunder Beast went berserk, and the Danube Beasts in his territory were restless and extremely aggressive.

He Lingchuan changed his clothes and went out.

The Tongxinwei of Pianxiang Villa looked at him, he smiled at him, waved his hand, and the other party was too lazy to follow.

After going down the mountain, he didn't ride a goat or take a taxi, but walked more than a hundred feet and turned into an alley.

After making sure that no one was following him, he turned into a silk shop.

This is also a front shop with a back yard. The front is for displaying fabrics and discussing business, and the back yard is for measuring and tailoring. The attic above is where the clerks and tailors live.

It was afternoon, and there were no customers in the shop. The clerk was leaning on one side and was drowsy.

He Lingchuan walked up to him and coughed lightly: "I want pearl satin, seven feet and two inches; and half a piece of brocade."

The clerk rubbed his eyes: "Oh?"

But he quickly came to his senses: "Oh!" He remembered that this was a secret code!

So after a few dozen breaths, He Lingchuan climbed up to the attic of the silk shop.

There was no one in the three small houses, but the atmosphere of life was strong, and there were sundries everywhere. One of them was full of oil paper. It seemed that the tenant must love to eat buns.

The attic has front and back windows. Looking down from the front window, you can see people walking in from the front hall, and looking at the back window, you can overlook the entire backyard.

The person who chose this place to meet was very cautious.

He Lingchuan waited for more than two quarters of an hour before he saw someone coming into the front hall.

Soon, the stairs creaked.

The man was dressed in plain cloth and had a veil on his head that blocked his face.

Seeing that only He Lingchuan was in the attic, the veil was taken down, revealing his stunning appearance.

"Young Master." Li Qingge bowed to him when she saw him.

"Sir." He Lingchuan waved his hand, and an invisible force held her arms, preventing her from bowing again, "You helped me first, so there is no need to be polite."

On the surface, Li Qingge only sent someone to Wange Swamp to press a magic weapon.

It was a piece of cake for her, but it was a great favor to He Lingchuan. If the attention of the Heavenly Palace and the Demon Emperor was not diverted, his subsequent plans would be full of difficulties and hard work.

"There is no order of priority in helping, and there are big and small favors. Without the help of the young master, how could I regain my freedom!" Li Qingge's eyes were sparkling, full of gratitude, "Qingge will go through fire and water for the young master from now on."

"You are too polite, sir. No need, really no need." This woman finally got her freedom back, is it to go through fire and water for him? He Lingchuan just listened to such words and didn't really take them to heart.

Li Qingge immediately said: "Songyang Mansion must repay the favor. How about this, I invite the young master to serve as the guest elder of Songyang Mansion? Enjoy shares."

"Uh..." Songyang Mansion is a Taoist sect, and it actually has shares. He Lingchuan didn't expect it.

At this time, the Chamber of Commerce and the Gang had already had the concept of shareholder shares. Songyang Mansion's business is booming, and it's not a loss to invest in it.

He is in need of a source of living money.

But last time he was still talking nonsense with Fang Canran, saying that Li Qingge wanted to recruit him to be an elder. This time, is it true?

"Don't be so hasty to refuse." Li Qingge interrupted him anxiously, "Being a guest elder of my Songyang Mansion will bring you many benefits. All branches of Songyang Mansion can repair and maintain magic tools for free, and you can be the first to try out all new products."