Chapter 84 Where Is This?

After playing with it for a long time, He Lingchuan finally yawned: "It's not easy to fix you, I will try my best."

He was about to put the knife back to its original place, but suddenly he had an idea and remembered the layout of Zhong Shengguang's room.

For some reason, he hung the knife on the wall at the head of the bed before going to sleep.

He also grabbed the God Bone Necklace and played with it for a long time.

There is no doubt that the God Bone Necklace is related to Panlong City. He Lingchuan didn't understand what changes it would have for a while, and he didn't bother to care.

This thing had saved his life from Sun Fuping's true fire before, and he didn't plan to take it off.

This sleep was particularly sweet.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a small forest, with blue sky and white clouds above his head, and green wheat fields not far away, with crisscrossing paths and chickens and dogs.

There were two farmers by the field, both barefoot, standing and sitting, chatting.

Compared with He Lingchuan, their skin was really shiny black, and their teeth looked white when they smiled.

One of them asked, "How long will you continue to farm?"

"Two months and twenty-six days."

"Envy! I will report back to the camp tomorrow." The man took the sheepskin bag and drank a sip of water. "You still have time to accompany your wife and try to get another fat boy."

The companion nodded, "You have to be careful. I heard that the Tonglang Highlands in the west were just occupied by a surprise attack. The general will definitely send people to take it back. That place is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is very difficult to fight."

"It's sad every month, but it's still a month to live?" The man smiled and patted his shoulder. "I will find you to drink when I come back alive. You treat me!"

"Okay, you can drink as much as you want for two cents of wine."

The man smiled, "How long have you not bought wine? Recently, food is in short supply, and the price of alcohol has risen. Where can you get two cents of wine now? I heard from the people in the granary that they will not make wine in the future because it consumes too much food... Hmm? Who is there?"

The two looked at the grove together.

He Lingchuan had no choice but to walk out of the woods and put on a warm smile: "Excuse me, two people, where is this?"

He was just a passer-by, and the smile on his face was as warm as spring, which was very common in other villages.

But this place was very strange, because the two farmers did not speak the language of the Great Yuan Kingdom at all, but he could understand it word for word.

The two looked at him with a vigilant look: "Where are you from?"

The other said: "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I..." I don't know. What did he do before, why did he suddenly come here?

When He Lingchuan hesitated, the two surrounded him, distanced themselves from each other, and surrounded He Lingchuan in a corner.

One picked up a shoulder pole, and the other grabbed an iron hoe.

The farmers suddenly became a mob, and they did not look like ordinary farmers. One of them blew a whistle quickly and shouted: "There is a spy!"

The field was open, and there were six or seven farmers working not far away. Hearing this, they picked up the most convenient thing around them and rushed here.

No one hesitated.

"Hey, stop spitting blood!" He Lingchuan was dumbfounded. What kind of reaction was this? He didn't want to fight for no reason, so he turned around and ran into the woods.

The whistles and barking of dogs behind him sounded alternately, which was very lively. He Lingchuan could still hear the sound of straw sandals stepping on the muddy water. There were more than one or two people chasing him.

Fortunately, the forest was not big but very dense. He was fast, and after turning around, the footsteps behind him gradually faded away.

Then the scene in front of him suddenly became clear, and the forest came to an end.

In front of He Lingchuan was an artificial canal, which was about chest-deep. Small fish and shrimps eating water plants on the sand bottom could be counted clearly. The trouble was that it was five feet (sixteen meters) wide, and he couldn't jump over it in one step.

He Lingchuan sighed, got into the water, swam across the ditch, and ran up the hill.

As he ran, the water in his boots made a squeaking sound, which was very uncomfortable.

Soon, the group of farmers also chased out of the woods, and then were blocked by the canal. Perhaps they didn't want to get wet, so they kept gesticulating and shouting.

He Lingchuan couldn't hear what they shouted because they were too far away.

"A bunch of mad dogs, go to hell!" He Lingchuan gave them a middle finger and spat on the ground twice to express his anger at being chased for no reason.

However, the expression on his face soon solidified because footsteps were heard from behind.

He turned around and found several soldiers rushing towards him with big strides, aggressively.

A rough count showed that there were about seven people, all wearing light armor, and the uniforms looked familiar.

Where have I seen them before? He Lingchuan couldn't remember for a moment.

He didn't have time to think about it. The soldier running in the front took off the knot around his waist and shouted: "Kneel down and raise your hands!"

He Lingchuan understood at a glance that they should be patrol guards. The knots in their hands were probably soaked in special oil, which was very tough and difficult to cut. When they met a suspect, they put the knot on his head and wrist without saying anything, and tightened it, so that the person could not resist.

This kind of knot is lighter and easier to carry than wooden shackles and iron chains, and it has long been the standard equipment of the government and the city guards. When they said "kneel down", if the suspect dared to escape, he would have to bear the consequences of being killed.

This man ran fast and kept a distance from his companions.

This time He Lingchuan did not run away, but instead rushed forward and shouted that he was wronged, while bending his knees as if he was going to kneel down.

Seeing that he was so obedient, the other party naturally slowed down his pace, leaned forward, and prepared to put the knot on his head.

Unexpectedly, He Lingchuan grabbed the grass and mud on the ground and greeted him in the face.

The guard instinctively raised his hand to block it, turned his face and closed his eyes.

He Lingchuan rushed forward, directly pulled away his knot, and put it on him with his backhand.

This set of movements was smooth and flowing. Before the guard could react, he was still tasting the mud in his mouth, and his head and one hand were tied.

He Lingchuan grabbed the knot and pulled him in front of him. He pulled out a long knife from the prisoner's waist and put it on his neck. He shouted to the other guards who followed him: "Retreat, retreat!"

He was unfamiliar with the place, and hiding again and again was not a solution. He had to think of a way to turn defense into offense.

The guards stopped in their tracks, but they were merciless: "Let him go, or I'll beat the yolk out of your balls!"

He Lingchuan pulled the knot and strangled the captive, making him roll his eyes: "Where is this?"

"Zhaojia Village, are you drunk?"

"Where is Zhaojia Village?" He Lingchuan frowned, feeling more and more uneasy, "Which city, which township?"

The eyes of these people looked at him as if he was a fool: "Chipa Plateau, Panlong City, Wenze Township!"

He Lingchuan's mind buzzed.

Panlong City, this land of lush grass and water is actually Panlong City?

He entered the illusion again?

How did he get in?

Wait, what was he doing before, how could he have no memory of it?