Chapter 963: Disappearing History

He Lingchuan was speechless.

Nonsense, of course I will do it! I will exchange as many as I can, and I will find a way to make money to exchange even if I don’t have money!

Silver is easy to earn, but it is too difficult to let the big demon be his thug and use him as if he were his arm!

In order to win over the spider demon sisters, He Lingchuan also took the risk of offending Beijia and exposing himself.

Fang Canran’s eyes lit up: "That’s a great deal. Brother Dong, are you willing to sell your demon puppet? On Platinum Island, it must be a rare commodity."

He Lingchuan immediately looked at Dong Rui and raised his eyebrows.

Yes, demon puppets are also very expensive. Why doesn’t this guy sell two useless ones for money?

Dong Rui shrank back in a second: "No. They are not commodities."

Then he looked at He Lingchuan eagerly: "Those three materials-?"

He Lingchuan was not happy: "You didn't say before that refining demon puppets would cost so much money."

"Why else am I so poor? You don't let me go out to rob houses." Dong Rui's face was full of sadness, "If I can't get money and materials, I can't do research."

If he can get materials easily, why does he always follow He Lingchuan?

He Lingchuan pressed his hand on his brow and hesitated for a long time.

Money, money, I'm really sorry for you.

Finally he sighed, and the other party said brightly: "Okay, let's settle it."

Dong Rui was overjoyed and patted his chest: "Don't worry, this money will definitely be worth it! When the little baby comes out, you will think it's a good deal at a glance!"

He Lingchuan was too lazy to look at him any more. He spent 180,000 taels of the 400,000 taels he just got before he could even warm them up!

81 minus 18, he only had 630,000 left.

Alas, scientific research requires money, but even if you spend money, you may not get results.

Fang Canran put away the material list: "Okay, I'll take care of it."

...

At night, two lights lit up in the dark Cape Tower, which looked like stars in the sky at first glance.

The ghost market is open, and there will be a sale tonight.

The streets that were deserted during the day were illuminated by the enthusiastic torches as bright as day. Almost all shops are open, whether it is a restaurant or a theater, the temporary stalls on the street are steaming hot, and mobile vendors are hawking their wares.

Eating, drinking, playing, everything is available.

There are also many people, and I don't know where they hide during the day.

He Lingchuan and Dong Rui walked and ate all the way.

Of course, the most lively places are all kinds of material stores. He Lingchuan looked at a few stores, and the things were strange and weird, but he was not interested. Dong Rui plunged into the material store that specializes in selling odds and ends, and refused to come out.

Another half hour later, He Lingchuan found Fang Canran, and the sale began.

The sale on Platinum Island was held in a mansion with three floors, so that more guests could see the auction booth in the middle of the first floor.

From the environment, this place is not as high-end as Dunyuan in Lingxu City, and no one provides you with comprehensive services. But when the salesperson takes out the auction items, he still has to tell everyone about them.

For example, this set: "Three hundred and seventy fine iron straight knives, three feet and three inches long. Seventy-seven of them have slight flaws and can be polished. They are not sold in small quantities. The price is one thousand and one hundred taels. The goods are on the ship and are unloaded as soon as they are bought."

The origin is not mentioned at all, and 20% of them have defects. He Lingchuan knew as soon as he heard it that this was "used", and he didn't know which battlefield the weapon was cleaned out of.

But the price of one thousand and one hundred taels is very suitable. Judging from the samples displayed on the scene, the quality is acceptable and the craftsmanship is good. There is no problem with using it to chop people.

Fang Canran saw that He Lingchuan was somewhat tempted, and immediately said: "Have you taken a fancy to this batch?"

"I have so many islands, and I can't leave no one to watch the place." Wood, farm tools and seeds are easy to buy, but weapons are not available through regular channels. Neither Bailie nor Qingguo sells them. If He Lingchuan goes around buying, it will inevitably arouse others' vigilance.

He is unlucky. Min Tianxi and Huang Zhao originally had a channel for smuggling arms from Mouguo, but they haven't got any goods recently.

"There will be another batch of swords and guns coming the day after tomorrow, and the quality may be better." Fang Canran whispered, "I'll leave them for you?"

He Lingchuan was overjoyed: "Then I'll leave it to you."

The auction items presented on the table are varied, and some of them are stolen goods at first glance. He Lingchuan originally just wanted to watch the excitement, but he ended up bidding for a few items.

The key is that the price is really cost-effective.

No wonder there are so many people in the ghost market of Platinum Island. Cost-effectiveness is king.

Watching the auction items go up and down, the two chatted for a while, and another weapon was presented on the booth.

The auction venue has already used fluorescent spores, and there is one each in the front, back, left and right, which clearly reflects every angle and every detail of the auction items on the stage.

He Lingchuan was originally careless, but his eyes swept across the stage and suddenly stopped:

The new exhibit on the stage is a black gun.

There is a bloodletting groove on the tip of the gun. From a distance, it looks a bit like the tip of a fountain pen, and has cloud-like patterns.

There was originally a ring for hanging tassels under the gun head, but it fell off, leaving only half of it.

A red jade bead is embedded in the gun handle.

Why does the style of this gun look so familiar?

He Lingchuan sat up straight, and the hot blood in his body rushed to his head.

It is exactly the same as General Hong’s favorite gun!

The salesperson also said loudly:

"There is no need to say more about this one, Yinglei Gun!"

Even the name is the same?

No, that's not right!

He could not feel the iron-blooded murderous aura of thousands of troops from this gun.

When fighting against Sanshui Zhenren in Panlong Secret Realm, He Lingchuan was wearing the Red General Armor and holding the Yinglei Gun in his hand!

That kind of telepathic connection and flesh-and-blood connection was not present in the gun on the stage.

He couldn't be wrong about this.

"Thunder gun?" He turned around and asked Fang Canran, "Where did this gun come from?"

It was the first time that Fang Canran saw his eyes so round.

Has He Xiao ever been so excited?

"This is not true..."

Before he finished speaking, a guest in the front row was already shouting: "If it's fake, it's fake. Make it clear, don't mislead people!"

"Everyone knows that this can't be true." The salesman smiled, "Okay, the original owner called it 'Little Ying Lei Gun'. The gun is eight feet long and weighs eight pounds. Every detail is the same as Ying Lei Gun." The original version of the gun is the same, and it also comes with the magical power of "Thunder Shrinking Technique". Although it is not the original version, it is still a good thing. If you are interested, you can come and weigh it. "

Sure enough, a fake is a fake. Otherwise Fu Sheng Dao would have reacted long ago.

"Everyone knows?" He Lingchuan turned around and asked Fang Canran, "Is the original version of this gun famous?"

Fang Canran was confused: "You don't even know the whole story, why are you excited?"

"I think this gun is very destined for me." He Lingchuan subconsciously clenched his fists, "I mean the original version."

If you say "I think" about something, it's unreasonable.

Fang Canran felt helpless when he heard this: "The Thunder-Responsive Gun is a famous gun in the world, and there are too many imitations of it outside. The Small Thunder-Responsive Gun, the Blue-Patterned Thunder-Responsive Gun, the Hundred-Refined Thunder Response Gun... and so on."

"Why?" Why do these people just imitate the thunder spear when there are so many magic weapons? “Where is the original version of it?”

"King Mou's Palace." Fang Canran's voice penetrated the hustle and bustle of the sales fair and reached He Lingchuan's ears, "The real thunder spear is the magic weapon of the founding emperor of Mou."

With the rise of Mou State, this gun also became famous.

"The founding emperor of Mou State?" He Lingchuan heard himself say in a harsh voice, "Where did he get it from?"

Fang Canran said two words silently.

He Lingchuan recognized his mouth shape and lost his voice:

"spirit……?"

Lingshan!

Fang Canran pointed in front of his lips and whispered softly: "Keep your voice down."

Fortunately it was noisy around.

He continued: "This is...given to the founder of the Mou Kingdom."

Was the thunder spear of the founding emperor of Mou Kingdom given by Lingshan?

So where did Lingshan get this magic gun?

Fang Canran's answer changed to "I don't know" again. There were so many secret treasures and divine objects in Lingshan, how could he introduce their origins to everyone one by one?

He Lingchuan was so confused that his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

It is unmistakable that the thunder-responsive gun is the red general's sidearm.

But more than a hundred years ago, the Thunder Spear was given to the first Emperor Mou by Lingshan!

He Lingchuan knew the final outcome of Panlong City and General Red very well. This gun should accompany General Red on the battlefield until the end of her life.

Then what? Then what!

Who took the gun?

Whether it fell into the hands of Baling, Xianyou or Bejia as a trophy, He Lingchuan didn't find it strange.

After all, it's a magical thing.

After all, its former owner was truly a brave and invincible general.

This is an artifact with full collection value and use value.

But how could it be Lingshan? !

No matter how you think about it, it’s impossible! Unless, unless it was the battle where the Red General died, the people from Lingshan were also present.

Why are they there?

What did they do? Why was it possible to get this extraordinary trophy from the final winner one step ahead?

He Lingchuan sat stiffly on the spot, with waves of cold air seeping down his back, and the meeting and conversation between Zhong Shengguang and Lu Xun replayed in his mind again and again.

Panlongcheng, who was fighting alone at that time, very much hoped to gain support from Lingshan.

At that time, Zhong Shengguang expressed his ideals generously to Lu Xun.

However, Panlong City was eventually destroyed.

He Lingchuan carefully recalled all the history of Panlong City that he had read and heard. There was not a single word about Lingshan, nothing!

It was as if someone had erased the relevant records, and the claws of snow and mud were never seen again.

So before the demise of Panlong City, what role did Lingshan play and what role did it play?

He Lingchuan took a long breath and barely suppressed the boiling in his heart.

More than a hundred years. After more than a hundred years, Lingshan stood in front of him again, just like he stood in front of Zhong Shengguang more than 160 years ago.

At that time, Zhong Shengguang, just like He Lingchuan now, felt very close to Lingshan and was full of expectations.

I hope to unite the front, hope to join forces to fight against the enemy, and hope to overthrow Bega together.

But what happened to Zhong Shengguang in the end?

How could I repeat the mistakes of Zhong Shengguang and General Red?

He should suppress his eagerness, adjust his strategy, be careful, and be more careful!

"Brother congratulations?" Fang Canran's voice seemed to come from a very far distance, and it was only the third sound that woke him up, "Brother congratulations!"