After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 271 Invisible Nightmare

  He Lingchuan walked to the front of the row of bungalows. This place used to be a post station, and the front guest rooms and yard were all affected by the flames of war. On the contrary, the row of stables in the back was basically intact, only the one on the side was burned.

  Now the captives are sitting here in a row, with their hands behind their backs and leaning against the wall, and whoever dares to move will suffer.

   There are more than a hundred people here, all of whom are downcast.

  The little bosses and partial generals were locked in the two stables next door.

  He Lingchuan looked around the stables, and soon discovered that a red light actually came from one of the captives.

   Technically speaking, it overflowed from his waist.

  He suddenly became interested, hooked his fingers to let the soldiers guarding the prisoners approach: "When did this person come in?"

   "Just now." The soldier replied, "He was hiding in the city furtively, and he didn't know what he wanted to do. We found him."

   "Oh?" He Lingchuan wondered, "All the Xunzhou Rangers have been withdrawn, and he still doesn't run away? Have you searched and tried it?"

   "Not yet, my lords haven't made time yet." The bosses are all busy, so how can they have time to interrogate an inconspicuous young man?

  But He Lingchuan is very free. "Then I'll come."

   "Huh?" The soldier was taken aback, "But, but..."

"You do not know who I am?"

   "I know, I know!" Even if he didn't know at first, after the big battle tonight, He Lingchuan has become familiar with half of the army, "You are Mr. He!"

   "I'm interrogating some captives that no one else has time to pay attention to. What's the problem?"

  Of course not.

  As soon as He Lingchuan signaled, Shan Youjun and Jiao Tai stepped forward and picked out the prisoner he was looking for from the crowd.

  The man backed away: "What are you doing!"

  He was born thin and small, so he couldn't hold back two big guys, and he was picked up like a chicken.

  He Lingchuan noticed that just as Shan Youjun and the two walked towards this person, the red light on his waist disappeared. He had been sitting hunched over, with his hands on his waist.

   So, still manageable?

  There were too few bungalows left after the battle, and each of them was useful. He Lingchuan could only reoccupy a tent, drive out the original owner, and throw the captives in again.

  The rock wolf moved to the door with ease, lay down there, and kept away from strangers.

  Shan Youjun found two chairs and came in, sat one for Young Master He, and stuffed the prisoner into the other.

  He Lingchuan didn't intend to beat around the bush: "What's the matter with the red light on your body?"

  The man looked confused: "What red light?"

  He Lingchuan did it himself, pulled his waist apart to check, no, and then took off his outermost light armor.

still none.

   Next, take off two more layers.

  The man's face turned pale, and his eyes wandered.

  Watching He Lingchuan undress the prisoner, Shan Youjun and Jiao Tai looked at each other strangely. It's been almost a month with the young master, why don't you know that he has such a hobby?

  This prisoner has no face, no body, why did the young master take a fancy to him?

   Oops, in case the young and old start eating grass by the side of the nest in the future, should I follow or not?

  The two looked at each other speechlessly, both of them were tenderhearted.

   Fortunately, at this time, He Lingchuan ripped off the captive's jacket with a squeak, and something fell to the ground.

   It looks like a brass scepter.

He Lingchuan picked it up and took a look. This short staff was too charming, it was a little longer than his middle finger, thick and thin like a flute, and on the top of the staff was engraved the head of a monster of unknown species, like a bat or a pig, with a sharp beak and a short nose , fine teeth, small ears.

  There are countless lines engraved on the short stick, like patterns and words, but He Lingchuan couldn't understand it.

   This isn't even the ancient fairy language.

  But their arrangement is well-proportioned and neat, conforming to a certain law, and has a solemn and solemn aesthetic feeling. He Lingchuan stroked these lines, and a strange thought came to his mind:

   Is this some kind of magic circle?

   In addition, there is an oval gem embedded in the body of the staff, which is as big as a quail egg.

what color it is? It's hard to say, because in He Lingchuan's view, there is actually a red substance in the gemstone, like a liquid or a gas, or in other words, it is changing back and forth between these two states.

  They accounted for three-quarters of the volume of the entire gemstone, that is to say, they almost filled up the gemstone.

  Reminiscent of the red light he saw outside the temporary cell, He Lingchuan's heart moved, and he turned to Shan Youjun, "Did you see this gem?"

   Shan Youjun nodded.

"what colour?"

   "Dark red." Shan Youjun felt that the behavior of the boss for half an hour was a bit abnormal.

   But in He Lingchuan's eyes, it was obviously as bright red as blood. "Look carefully, can you see the color flowing in the gemstone?"

  Shan Youjun's expression became more bewildered, but the prisoner's expression changed drastically.

   Sure enough, others could not see again.

  He Lingchuan smiled and said to the prisoner: "It seems that you have something to say, huh?"

   "No, no."

   "You can also see the abnormality in the gem?" he asked the captive, "What is this thing for?"

  Captive Qiqi Ai Ai: "There is nothing unusual, this is a toy I took from the salesman."

  He Lingchuan played with the short stick, but couldn't find any other mechanisms. The whole stick seemed to be cast in one piece, without even a fitting joint.

  The craftsmanship is very high. Will the shopkeeper sell this? Ha ha.

   Then, he pressed the gemstone.

  The eyes of the monster on the head of the staff lit up, and suddenly opened its mouth to roar upwards, while the lines on the staff actually swam around like snakes.

  When He Lingchuan grabbed the short staff, he felt as if something was gathering from all directions.

  In just a few blinks, one after another red light fell from the sky and fell into the monster's mouth.

   That is to say, it is not a roar, but a suction.

  He Lingchuan finally understood how the red light he saw outside came from.

  But how these rays of light were formed, he still didn't understand, and even felt that they seemed to be illuminated by the eyes of the beast, and then they were thrown into the mouth of the monster.

  He stretched out his hand and shook it, and the red light passed through his palm, as if there was nothing.

  The lines on the staff are also busy. They swim from the mouth of the monster into the ruby, and each line is shining red.

   But when they swim out of the ruby ​​again, they return to normal.

   So back and forth.

  He Lingchuan understood after a few glances: the red light inhaled by the beast's mouth is transported to the gem by these lines and stored.

  Then the red substance in the gem is formed by the compression of these external red lights?

   Well, it's getting weirder.

  The captive looked at him in surprise, because He Lingchuan's expression said everything:

  He could see exactly how the scepter worked.

how can that be! Only those servants who have "opened the eyes of the sky" through special means can see the nightmare!

   "If you still want to hide it, you will be punished." This is an ultimatum.

  The captive was dumbfounded.

  Shan Youjun took a step forward: "Boss, I'll do it for you."

   "Well, I'll leave it to you." He Lingchuan folded his arms and took two steps back, "Interrogate well, maybe you will gain something else."

  Shan Youjun and Jiao Tai stepped forward and beat them with fists.

  They are very experienced, and they only stand beside the captives, so that when they punch the opponent's abdomen, the vomit and blood sprayed out of the captive's mouth will not splash on them.

  The prisoner was beaten until he screamed, and was greeted several times on the face. His cheeks were suddenly swollen up to half a sky high, and his eyes were squeezed until there was only a slit left.

   But he gritted his teeth and refused to confess.

  Shan Youjun asked someone to bring a bucket of clean water, and then got a cloth towel, and pressed it in the bucket to soak it. Then he grabbed the back of the prisoner's chair and turned it upside down, so that his head fell on his feet, and then covered his face with a wet towel.

  Wet wipes can suffocate people, so Shan Youjun scooped up a ladle of water and poured it slowly on his mouth and nose.

   The man whined and struggled like a fish on a chopping board.

  Actually, he is now in more pain than a fish out of water.

  He Xiao knows that this is "waterboarding". It looks like there is no blood or wounds, but in fact the prisoner has to experience the double enjoyment of suffocation + drowning, and the bottom line of body and psychology will be trampled repeatedly.

  As long as the torturer controls the rhythm, fast and slow, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, neither fast nor slow, the pain of the prisoners will be multiplied.

  He Xiao watched for a dozen breaths, and then there was a commotion outside, as if a large group of people was coming.

What happened?

He strode out of the tent and saw that there was indeed a team entering the barracks through the front gate. There were more than 600 people, including cavalry, pawns, more than 100 carriages, and even soldiers who could be seen by their clothes and appearance. husband.

   But they were downcast. Many of them had blood on their clothes and wounds on their bodies. They looked weak and tired. When they entered the camp, they sat down on their buttocks and could hardly move.

  He Lingchuan's heart sank.

   This team separated from them two days ago and took the route from Bailu Town to Songhuayuan. There are nearly a thousand people, more than He Chunhua's team. After Xinhuang's battle ended, He Chunhua also sent people to Bailu Town to inquire about safety, but this team came first.

   Still looked like he had eaten the standard set meal of a defeated battle.

  The soldiers in the barracks put down their affairs and watched them silently.

  The leading general Wu Shaoyi got off his horse and saw He Lingchuan, with a face of shame: "Young Master, we were ambushed in Bailu Town! I only brought back these few carriages."

   He staggered a little when he dismounted, but was supported by He Lingchuan, who saw that his face was pale, his shoulder was wounded, and his entire sleeve was wet with blood.

  At this time, the light of the East was shining, and He Lingchuan exhaled a breath of cool air in the early spring of the Northland:

   "Xinhuang was also attacked."

  The news brought by Wu Shaoyi is really the worst in the audience tonight.

  Bailiqing, Gui Yuan, Dong Rui escaped, the Xinhuang barracks was in a mess, and He Chunhua's men lost troops and generals... All these news were not as shocking as the last one.

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  Wu Shaoyi rushed to see He Chunhua, although the latter looked serious, he first sought medical treatment for his injuries.

  The dialogue between the two will be carried out during the treatment.

  Bailu Town’s defense force is more sufficient than Xinhuang’s. Wu Shaoyi and another grain **** general, Zhou Hongyue, also focused their defense on Jutang Pass, which they would pass through in a day’s time. After entering Bailu Town, they ordered to rest in place. Both of them were cautious and did not go for a stroll in the town, but lived in a private house requisitioned by the team. As a result, Wu Shaoyi drank too much water and went out to use the toilet temporarily. Before he could shake himself clean, he was knocked to the ground by the blast .

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  (end of this chapter)