After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 161 The ruined city and the green grass and trees

  However, except for those who have Horcruxes that can accommodate them.

  For example, the resentful souls and heroic spirits in Panlong City rely on the Dafang Pot, and can even wander around in the Panlong Desert. Such fetishes are rare, so he assumed that Hong Xiangqian didn't have such a powerful Horcrux, so Lu Yao should find a new host as soon as possible after his disbandment, and move a home for Hong Qiangqian's soul.

   That's all, thinking too much makes my brain hurt, so let my father worry about it.

  Going back to his own room, taking advantage of He Yue's absence, He Lingchuan closed the door, took out a dozen things from his arms, and spread them on the bed one by one.

   These are Lu Yao's relics, which were brought back from under the eyes of Captain Zhao. Seeing that he is the son of a nobleman, although the Zhechong Mansion was dissatisfied with this behavior of grabbing food, they didn't say much after all.

  A few ingots of gold and silver, some elixir, two pull rings, other than that are small sundries.

  Oh, by the way, there is also He Lingchuan's ghost eye bow.

  No one told him that this strong bow was only the size of a palm in the non-activated state, and Lu Yao wrapped it in a gray cloth and hid it close to his body. Otherwise, if it appeared with a murderous look, Captain Zhao would probably not let it go.

  He Lingchuan grabbed the Ghost Eye Bow, and as soon as he injected a little spiritual power, it grew to its actual size. The handle of the bow was icy cold, and the surrounding temperature immediately dropped by four or five degrees, as if urging the archer to enter a calm state.

  He Lingchuan felt that the wind was blowing behind his back, and ghost words lingered in his ears. He repeatedly persuaded the archer to sacrifice his life in exchange for the powerful three-shot supernatural power.

  He doesn't listen to nonsense.

   What if there is no sacrifice? He Lingchuan tried to draw the bow. This is still a good bow, and the supernatural power can be regarded as a special effect, and it will not be triggered without sacrifice.

   Playing with the ghost eye bow for a while, it wasn't until the **** bone necklace became hot again that he realized that he didn't do business.

  The necklace is getting impatient.

  So, he picked up the remaining sundries and approached the **** bones one by one.

   There was no response to the previous ones, until he picked up two black spells.

  After Pei Xinyong smashed his sternum with a hammer, Lu Yao immediately took out a black charm and chewed it. This was witnessed by He Lingchuan. Apparently Lu Yao had high hopes for the Black Talisman, firmly believing that it was an effective life-saving technique that could support him to escape from the battlefield.

  Unfortunately, things backfired.

  These two black charms don't look special except for the weird color. He Lingchuan played with it over and over, but didn't feel any special fluctuations in spiritual power. He could only say that the scarlet charm on it was different from anything he had ever seen.

  He didn't do much research on how it is different.

  But when he picked up a black talisman and approached it to the bone necklace, there was a vision.

  The black spell turned into powder on the spot, and was sucked into the hole in the **** bone, as if there was a whirlwind there.

  He Lingchuan stretched out his hand, but he didn't feel the wind.

  Well, yes, let's call this hole the eye of the storm.

   In just a few blinks of an eye, the black charm was completely absorbed, leaving no powder left. The divine bone necklace is still the same, except for the red light flashing and flashing, indicating the desire for the remaining black talisman, there is no change.

   "I won't give you this one." He Lingchuan muttered to himself, "I have to save it."

  What the **** is the black talisman? How can it enter the eye of the **** bone? Lu Yao was a rough man, and He Lingchuan couldn't quite imagine him laying down on the table and raising his pen to carefully draw the spells, so he probably took the black spells from others.

  Who would draw it? He Lingchuan has only one association:

  "Holy Master" Hong Xiangqian.

  After all, Lu Yao's Ghost Eye Bow was also obtained from Hong Xiangqian, so it wouldn't be surprising if there were one or two more.

  From Wang Ting's point of view, Hong Xiangqian is just a rebel leader leading a gang of mobs. Why does Shengu want two ugly black talismans instead of ghost eye bows?

  Yes, he also tried the Ghost Eye Bow, but the Divine Bone Necklace had no interest in it.

   It's such a picky eater, and He Lingchuan didn't master its taste.

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  The next day, the supporting army set off and continued northward.

  Before leaving, Wuliu County Magistrate sent He Chunhua farewell in person, and brought a piece of news by the way:

  The mass arrest of the two rebels from Lu Yaoyu's party and Pei Xinyong has already begun. The arrest warrants for the faces drawn by the artist overnight were sent to all counties and towns yesterday, and even people from every village and township went to preach.

   Especially for those who found Pei Xinyong, those who reported the news could get a hundred taels of silver, and those who were captured alive could get a thousand taels of silver.

  Lu Yao is dead after all, but Pei Xinyong, the general under the command of Hong Xiangqian's rebel, is still alive and kicking, with more than a thousand subordinates, how could it not make the magistrate sleepless at night?

  One hundred taels of silver equals one hundred thousand wen. At current prices, it is enough for a family of three or four to eat and drink for more than five or six years, and it is generous.

  So within a few days, discussions will be in full swing in ten miles and eight villages.

He Lingchuan saw with his own eyes the government's arrest warrant at the entrance of the vegetable market, which exaggerated Lu Yao's ferocity and brutality, saying that although the bandit leader was executed, his subordinates were also addicted to human flesh, and would slaughter villages and towns at every turn, killing babies and women. Grab the food and drink immediately; Pei Xinyong kills people like hemp, and he is also full of crimes, and so on.

  The name of the cannibal devil is a double-edged sword. When the wind is going smoothly, it can make the enemy retreat, but when it is desperate and fleeing, it is also abhorrent. Both the government and the people want to punish it as soon as possible.

  In this way, these rebels will soon fall into the ocean of people's war.

  And the magistrate of Wuliu County also reported the matter to the local prefecture and county. If the bandit army escaped from the border of Wuliu County, the efforts to hunt him down would not necessarily be weak.

  After leaving Wuliu County, He Chunhua ordered the whole army to speed up and arrived at Woling Pass five days later.

This is the junction of the mountains and plains. He Lingchuan has been walking on the high mountains for so many days in the past. Fighting to the death at Woling Pass:

   Once out of Woling Pass, the plains surrounded by mountains and rivers are really no danger to defend.

  Woling Pass is actually composed of Lianguan Pass and the auxiliary city behind it. It is about three feet (ten meters) high and the city wall is three feet thick, which is very solid. However, after appreciating the majesty and solemnity of Panlong Ancient City, He Lingchuan looked at Woling Pass again, and always felt that the two were the difference between giants and dwarves.

  Following the support army into the pass, He Yue kept looking left and right. Seeing the scars and arrow holes on the city wall, and the blood-stained wall stones, he couldn't help but gasp: "How many people will die here!"

   "This is a hole made by a trebuchet." He Lingchuan pointed to the hole in the wall and said to his younger brother, "I didn't hit it right, or the rolling stone would have fallen on the top of the city gate."

  He pointed to another black and yellow stain that obviously flowed down from a high place, and of course it had solidified long ago: "This is probably right on target, do you know what it is?"

  Elementary school students naturally have a thirst for knowledge, and they can't take their eyes off it, but they don't know what it is. Seeing that Zeng Feixiong was holding back his laughter, he said angrily, "You know?"

  Zeng Feixiong coughed twice: "Second Young Master, that's golden soup!"

   "What golden soup?" He Yue still didn't understand, "A golden soup that is as solid as gold?"

  The officers and soldiers on the side all laughed.

   "The words are correct, but the meaning is wrong. In vain I thought you were rich in knowledge." He Lingchuan made a sullen face, "You must know that traveling thousands of miles is worse than reading thousands of books!"

   Mao Tao said loudly: "Second young master, golden soup is boiled dung juice, the best for humans. The enemy set up a ladder to attack, and the defenders poured golden juice down. It smells a little bit, so it works!"

  The expression on He Yue's face suddenly froze, and he felt a faint stench lingering around.

   Offensive is the most morale, but no matter how brave and aggressive the fighter is, he will definitely not be able to bear the humiliation of being the first to shovel! What's more, the scalded wound was polluted with gold juice, and it would soon be infected and corrupted. In the mild case, the flesh was gouged out, and in the severe case, the limb was amputated or even life-threatening.

  He Yue looked left and right, and suddenly pointed to the left: "Is that a rushing car?"

   Half of the wall on the left side of the Chengguan collapsed, creating a big hole. Two strangely shaped cars were clinging to the wall, and a small part of the roof was smashed by rolling stones and earthworks.

  The length of this car reached two feet, and there were thick baffles on all sides, which were sandwiched between iron and wood, but the baffle in front had disappeared. Its top cover is also very tight, and people hiding inside can probably be immune to various attacks from above, whether it is flint, arrow rain or golden juice.

   But the car is not driven by horsepower, but by people.

  He Yue read in the book that this car can be used in two ways. One is to hang heavy rams to hit the city gate; the other is to add a top cover and push it under the enemy's city wall, and the engineers inside will pick up the guys and start digging the root of the wall.

   As long as the roots of the wall are dug well, no city wall will not fall.

  Woling Pass obviously also suffered a big loss in this regard, and finally the officers and soldiers dug the root of the wall to break through.

  He Lingchuan also stared at the two rushing cars and was stunned: "Did the rebels not use magical powers to reinforce the city gate?"

   "I've used it." It was Wu Shaoyi who answered. Everyone turned their heads and saw that his face was calm, "It was only later that a small team rebelled and directly pulled out the holy master's talisman array from inside, making the reinforcement magical power invalid, so the officers and soldiers could take advantage of it."

  It turned out that the person involved was here, and the critics didn't know what to say for a while.

  He Yue murmured: "Sure enough, the strongest fortress is always breached from the inside."

  He Lingchuan looked at the huge hole in the wall and said: "Now that Woling Pass has been taken back, won't the local government repair and repair the pass?"

   It can be seen that since Woling Pass was broken, no one is in charge of this place.

  The importance of Woling Pass has undoubtedly been revealed during the months of war. If he is a local official, he must repair the city gate as soon as possible. Otherwise, the next wave of uprisings will come again, and the capital will be in danger again.

  No one answered these words.

   After a while, He Chunhua wrote lightly: "We have been fighting for too long, maybe we can't repair it."

   Then, he sent someone to investigate the secret room in the southeast corner of the auxiliary city, where Hong Xiangqian "died".

   Walking in from Woling Pass, you can see the traces of the raging war all the way. This place has been repeatedly contested, after several fires, abandoned chariots, houses, and warehouses have not been cleaned up, and now it is late autumn, but green and yellow grass has emerged from the broken wooden wheels and the cracks in the corners of the ground. seedling.

   Call it a day, happy weekend!

  (end of this chapter)