Chapter 829: In a Wonderland

The disciples looked puzzled and had to follow.

The other people also saw the actions of Jianyangmen and were all muttering in their hearts. They finally got here, but they haven't started searching yet. Why are these people running away?

After the Panlong Desert incident, many people entered the desert to solve the mystery, but few were lucky enough to get close to the ruins.

Zhang Lianhai also saw their actions and frowned.

It is said that these Jianyangmen passed through the Panlong ruins more than ten days ago and came out safely. Do they have any experience?

But the lamp spirit has already flown out to search everywhere, and he does not intend to take back his magical powers.

The lamp spirit has the ability to find treasures and is much more reliable than humans.

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When the He family father and son approached the Chiba Plateau, it was already dark.

The ruins of Panlong City are in front. Looking up from below, this majestic city is like a giant monster lying on the plateau, with a big empty mouth waiting for people to drill in.

And many people have already entered before.

He Lingchuan let out a long sigh: "Here we go again."

The last time they arrived at Panlong City, they were looking up at it from almost the same distance and angle.

Zhao Qinghe suddenly said: "There are people on the battlements."

He Lingchuan and others looked up and saw two Baling people standing on the city wall and looking into the distance. They were familiar with them.

They were also exploring the city wall, and their expressions were very relaxed, indicating that nothing strange had happened in the city.

He Chunhua was relieved and took the lead in getting off his horse and walking through the spectacular South Gate.

He Lingchuan had passed this gate countless times in the Panlong World, often accompanied by cheers and applause.

However, the only thing that can still make noise here today is the strong wind in the desert.

He Lingchuan sighed quietly.

Afterwards, everyone also stepped onto the land bridge, crossed the moat as deep as a ravine, and walked through the South Gate of Panlong City in amazement.

Standing on the city gate square, He Chunhua turned to his son and said: "Chuan'er, this place seems different from last time."

The whole team was looking around, which was almost a standard action for anyone entering Panlong City for the first time. He Lingchuan walked to the river and took a look. He also scooped up a handful of water: "There is water here."

The river water was shallow, the first time in more than a hundred years.

He Chunhua also saw the heavenly lantern spirits flying and searching everywhere, and he was silent.

He Lingchuan came over and shook the water off his hands: "Dad, where are you going to start searching?" Since we are here, we can't just stand here and do nothing, right?

He Chunhua asked him back: "In your opinion?"

He Lingchuan looked puzzled: "How should I know? For such a major expedition, didn't you do your homework in advance?"

He Chunhua smiled slightly: "You always have good ideas now, much better than your father."

He Lingchuan's face was full of calmness: "I really don't have any now."

"Last time we came in, we found the entrance in the temple's pool." He Chunhua pondered, "Let's go and have a look first."

He Lingchuan pointed to the flying lamp spirits in the distance: "These things must have searched the temple and the pool. Do we still need to go?"

"Seeing is believing."

The team, led by He Chunhua, went to the Mitian Temple.

Before leaving the square, He Lingchuan casually turned back and glanced at the southern city wall. The black dragon sculpture on the wall was still there, but compared with the last time, the horns on the head seemed to have become longer, and a little branching had grown?

He Lingchuan's eyes condensed.

Is it an illusion? This black dragon looks a little new.

It's not that there is no sand on its surface, but that the sculpture seems to have not experienced much wind and frost.

He knew what was going on and immediately retracted his gaze.

The team just turned into the alley, and there were many shadowy figures in front of them.

Eh?

The father and son of the He family looked closely and found that they were actually from Jianyang.

Because they had fought side by side before, He Chunhua's action of welcoming them was a bit friendly: "Everyone, what happened in the city?"

"Nothing, everyone else is inside." Ling Jinbao waved his hand, "I just don't want to stay in the ghost town, I want to find a place outside to spend the night, and come back tomorrow morning."

He Chunhua said. What Ling Jinbao said, other explorers understand, but they just don't care.

Why are you here? How can there be gains without taking risks?

Ling Jinbao was about to take a step, but suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, it seems that the subordinates of Grand Marshal Dong Haoming are already in the city, and the leader is holding a golden sword."

"Grand Marshal?" He Chunhua was moved, "Thank you, Mr. Ling!"

Ling Jinbao waved at them and led the disciples out.

After passing the majestic South Gate and stepping out of the land bridge, they walked more than a hundred feet and the Jianyang disciples walked back into the Panlong Desert. Ling Jinbao looked back at the Panlong Ancient City in the night and let out a long sigh.

This ghost place gives people a strong sense of oppression.

The disciple said, "Uncle Ling, you are getting weirder and weirder."

"What's weird!" Ling Jinbao glared, "There's something wrong in that city. The strange things I heard about Panlong City in Heishui City mostly happened at night. It can be seen that the sneaky things here will only start after dark. This time, I don't want to be dragged into some inexplicable scene again."

A disciple of Jianyang Sect was curious: "Again?"

The disciple laughed: "Before we arrived, Uncle Master sneaked into Panlong Ancient City at night, and the result was..."

"The result?"

Ling Jinbao added: "In the end, nothing was found. That night, heavy rain suddenly fell in the desert, and I had to go to the ruins of the city to hide from the rain. Anyway, I had nothing to do, so I drank a few sips of wine and closed my eyes to regulate my breathing."

Everyone laughed: "Yes, how can we miss the wine?"

Ling Jinbao said with a straight face: "But, I soon heard human voices."

This is an empty city, where are the human voices coming from?

Ling Jinbao opened his eyes immediately, and although he found that he was still sitting at the table, the scene around him was different.

He seemed to be sitting in an inn, with tea on the table and people sitting around him. Judging from their clothes, they were all businessmen and drivers.

It was very hot, and they were all busy wiping sweat and drinking tea. No one looked at Ling Jinbao, and there were horses neighing outside.

Such a common scene made Ling Jinbao shudder.

He stayed in the ghost town overnight, and he saw these when he opened his eyes. So, where is this?

He also smelled a scent of fireworks, so he looked out the back window and found that there was a small lake behind the inn, the surface of the water was covered with lotus leaves, and the lotus was about to bloom.

There were several sets of tables and chairs around the lake, all full, and the guests were eating skewers.

It smelled so good, the barbecue chef must be very skilled. Ling Jinbao swallowed his saliva, but did not dare to touch the food in this wonderland.

Can living people eat the things in the ghost town casually?

Just then, there was a thunderous sound of hooves outside, and more than 20 riders came at lightning speed.

Ling Jinbao looked out and judged from their uniforms that it should be a team of officers and soldiers, full of energy and agile.

After arriving, this team did not go to the post station to rest, but quietly washed their hands and faces, led their horses to drink water, unlike the Black Water City Army who were noisy as if no one was around.

Ling Jinbao saw that they looked around, as if they were always on guard.

There was a small green cloth flag inserted by the well. He took a look by the way, and it said "Blue Wolf Post Station".

Where exactly is this? Ling Jinbao had no idea.

The guests at the tables near the door had rested enough and got up to go outside to lead their horses.

Someone dropped a few copper coins on the ground, and the copper coins turned a corner on the ground and rolled in front of the officers and soldiers.

The man smiled at the officers and soldiers and bent down to pick them up. As a result, when he stood up, his wrist turned outward, and a sleeve arrow went out with a bang!

The soldier took a half step back and narrowly avoided the attack.

The other guests had already rushed over, swords and knives.

"Enemy attack!" A whistle sounded outside, and the two sides fought in a group. The idle people immediately shrank into the corner, not daring to raise their heads or watch the excitement.

Ling Jinbao glanced at the back window and found that the lotus lake had also become a battlefield, and the battle was more intense than that in the post station.

Who dared to attack the soldiers on the official road?

However, there were several figures by the lake who were very agile, and the villains dressed as merchants were not their opponents. Ling Jinbao was most impressed by one of the farmers wearing a bamboo hat. This man threw a knife casually and nailed a big and strong enemy directly to the earth wall.

Those battles were really dazzling.

Ling Jinbao was still in a state of mind to watch the excitement at first, but his face became more and more solemn as he watched.

Such a brilliant body movement and fierce murderous aura, could it be that these were the legendary Panlongcheng soldiers?

Just then, a gangster rushed into the post station to avoid the soldiers and tried to escape by jumping out the window. Seeing Ling Jinbao standing in front of the window, he went up and stabbed him without saying a word.

Ling Jinbao kicked the table out directly.

He kicked very hard, and the tabletop broke into pieces in mid-air, with wood chips flying everywhere, almost blinding the gangster.

In just two breaths, the soldiers behind rushed over and chopped the gangster to death with two knives, and then went out to support their teammates without even looking at Ling Jinbao.

The battle started without warning and ended neatly, taking only a quarter of an hour.

The soldiers who were attacked won, and the gangsters who were ambushed here were killed.

The gangster leader was also taken to the small lake behind, and the farmer wearing a bamboo hat interrogated him.

Ling Jinbao had good hearing and heard the soldiers calling him "commander".

Oh, so they were waiting here for an ambush?

At this moment, a soldier noticed Ling Jinbao's prying eyes, came over and closed the bamboo window, and then said loudly: "The rebellious bandits have been captured, you can rest assured."

Bandits?

Ling Jinbao asked the old man next to him: "Old man, what bandits are he talking about?"

The old man showed a vigilant look: "Where are you from? You don't even know the Longchuan bandits when you get here?"

"I don't care much, and I've been drinking all the way..." Ling Jinbao laughed dryly, "Where are we now?"

"Then you've been drinking a lot." The old man didn't believe it, but it didn't matter if he said a place name, "We are on the Qiannan Commercial Road, oh, now it's renamed Longchuan Commercial Road."

No matter what Ling Jinbao asked later, the old man didn't say anything.

At this time, there was a commotion outside. It turned out that the officers and soldiers were escorting the prisoners to the north.

The one who led the way was, of course, the commander.

Ling Jinbao looked at his back as he walked away, and always felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

It should be an illusion, he shook his head secretly. If this scene is true history, it should have happened about 160 or 170 years ago.

How can he recognize a ghost?