After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 118 Chapter 116 Goal: Solve the evil

  He Chunhua seemed to hear his inner voice, and then persuaded: "Take a hundred steps back, even if Shui Ling has some skills, it can't be said again and again."

  He Yue heard this sentence when he came out, and hurriedly said: "Exactly. Just now, the people at the temple also said that Shui Ling still makes mistakes. Maybe it is facing a catastrophe, and it can't even predict the bad luck?"

   "It makes sense." He Lingchuan took a long breath, "No need to persuade, I understand."

   "Brother..."

   "I said no need to persuade him!" He Lingchuan interrupted him sharply, "Don't bother me!"

  This is in line with the character of the eldest son. He Chunhua was not surprised, but Mrs. Ying who came out said, "How do you talk? Yueer also kindly persuaded you!"

  He Lingchuan turned his head and left.

  He Chunhua waved his hands as a peacemaker: "Okay, okay, he is in a bad mood, don't bother with him."

  He Lingchuan was also distraught.

  He remembered what Nian Songyu said before his death: "You are not far from death!"

   At that time, the so-called "God" attached to Nian Songyu and finished the last sentence for him. He Lingchuan had always regarded it as Nian Songyu's dying curse, and ignored it.

   But what if the "God" sees something?

  The **** of heaven originally wanted to attach himself to He Lingchuan, but was knocked out in the illusion of the sea of ​​consciousness.

  The changed illusion, as well as the street corner in the illusion, and the glowing imprint in the broken wall at the corner...

  Even the so-called "God" was driven out of his sea of ​​consciousness by an unknown force, he never forgot this scene!

  Is this the power of disaster?

   These past events, together with the two signings given by Shui Ling today, can they all be connected together?

  A sense of urgency that has never been felt since time travel arises spontaneously, and He Lingchuan's heart is in a mess.

  At this time, a guard ran all the way over and reported to He Chunhua.

  After He Chunhua listened, he immediately greeted his eldest son: "The intelligence has come out! Chuan Er, come here."

  He Lingchuan had no choice but to walk back.

"Look at the environment around you. The most important thing right now is to wipe out the bandits! Besides, if you really have a disaster, maybe it should be tonight. Isn't it a big crime if the bandits take their lives? As long as we successfully leave the fairyland Linghu, solve your doubts yourself!"

  He Chunhua pressed his shoulder and said again: "Chuan'er, you have to trust me and the Great Shaman, understand?"

  He Lingchuan looked at him and took a deep breath: "My son understands."

   If only it were that simple.

   "The water spirit must have a plan to pretend to be a ghost." He Chunhua said solemnly, "It won't do this for no reason. You believe it is mediocrity."

  He Lingchuan nodded.

  So He Chunhua called everyone back to the main house.

  Walking back, He Lingchuan was full of thoughts, if the "big ominous" sign drawn by Shui Ling still came true, does it mean that he will end up in a tragic death in a foreign land just like Nian Songyu?

  If there is still a glimmer of life, how can we grasp it?

  From today onwards, he must always be concerned about his own life, and try to find a way to undo the bad luck that haunts him—if it really exists.

  The most frightening aspect of Shui Ling's prophecy is that it tells night travelers that there must be a deep ravine ahead, but it doesn't say how far it is.

   Then every step he takes in the future, he will have to worry about it.

  Well, before leaving Heishui City, he should visit the Great Shaman of Zhaomandu, maybe he can gain something.

   It was just that, as a time traveler, he had a guilty conscience and wanted to stay as far away from this mysterious old man as possible.

  …

  The sounds of 噫噫 噫 噫 噫 噫 噫 sound came from the kitchen one after another. The sound insulation of the cottage is poor, even if Fatty Wang is gagged, everyone can still hear him moaning in pain.

  This fat man is really unlucky.

   Not long after, there was the sound of splashing water in the kitchen.

  Then personal guard Zhao Qinghe walked out of the kitchen and said, "My lord, the situation is not good."

  He Chunhua found a chair and sat down: "Let's talk."

"Two days ago, these bandits did capture a town nearby, but it wasn't Qianteng Town, but Desheng Town! It was only forty miles away from Xianling Village. Besides, the bandits stationed in Desheng Town weren't two hundred people, but 1,200 people!"

  One thousand and two, so many! Everyone was moved, He Yue murmured: "It's almost catching up with the regular army."

  He Lingchuan originally thought that two or three hundred would be enough. Two or three hundred gangsters faced off against the Xiangbao regiment. If they started a sneak attack, they would have a great chance of winning.

   Who would have thought that the total number of bandits in Desheng Town and Xianling Village would be nearly 1,500!

   Not to mention a mere town, as long as these gangsters have some discipline and combat effectiveness, they can steal the city—

  Ordinary cities are caught off guard, as long as these two necessary conditions are met.

  However, these two sentences are just an appetizer, and the information behind it is even more sensational:

   "They are from Buxin, and they are going south from Woling Pass today. They are not ordinary bandits, but rebels who have defeated the army!"

  The three keywords of Woling Pass flashed across He Lingchuan's mind like lightning.

  Their He family encountered so many troubles back and forth, in the final analysis, they couldn't get around Woling Pass!

   This group of people turned out to be rebels who escaped from the Woling Pass battlefield.

  The real battle situation at Woling Pass was learned after he returned to Heishui City from the Panlong Desert. The officers and soldiers won, the leader of the rebel army was killed, and the rest fled.

   At this time, Da Sima rebelled in the capital and tried to usurp power.

  Of course, the officers and soldiers of Woling Pass must return to the army immediately, and they have no choice but to let the escaped bandits go.

  Woling Pass is less than 200 miles away from here. If you calculate the position, maybe this is on the route of the retreating army.

   All of this can be matched.

  Zhao Qinghe said again: "Boss Lu is not called Lu Han, but Lu Yao."

  When the name was mentioned, He Chunhua immediately jumped up: "You mean, Lu Yao, the left account general of the anti-thief leader Hong Qianqian?"

   "Yes, it's Lu Yao!"

  He Chunhua walked back and forth in the dining room twice with his hands behind his back.

  People rarely saw him so excited, He Lingchuan elbowed He Yue: "How many generals do the rebels have?"

  He Lingchuan had heard of the name of Hong Qianqian. This was Hong Xiangqian, the leader of the rebel army who traveled thousands of miles north in two years and captured Woling Pass.

  The folks in the northern and western parts of the Yuan Kingdom described this man as a blue-faced, long-toothed, vicious leader of rebels.

   This is of course the need of the kite royal court's public opinion war. When He Lingchuan heard it, could this person be the reincarnation of Hanba?

  As for the people under Hong Xiangqian's command, He Lingchuan himself could only vaguely hear the general idea, and at this time, the disadvantage of lack of common sense appeared.

He Yue whispered: "There were four when the army was raised, fourteen were in the peak period, and only five were left after the defeat. Lu Yao, the general of the left account, deserves the words 'heinous', he is the real Ogre, likes to use the hearts of children under the age of five to stir-fry and eat, and it is also rated as the best in the world. It is said that he published a cookbook, "Fifty Ways to Cook Two-legged Sheep."

  (end of this chapter)