After the Fairy Disappeared

  He Lingchuan didn't dare to waste time, took out the hook and fixed it on a boulder, and then grabbed the spider silk and swung down into the cracks in the ground.

   The slit is narrow, but he is flexible.

   "Can you have it, can you have it!" The soul-destroying mirror kept chattering nervously, "Ah? Can you have it?"

   "Shut up." He Lingchuan reached into his bosom, and changed another pearl for himself.

  There are only three left. The fighting and escaping just now was too fast.

   If there is no supplement, his life will only be three quarters of an hour.

  Three quarters of an hour was not enough time for him to escape from the mountains and the influence of the sandstorm.

  The spider thread was long enough, and He Lingchuan hung all the way to the bottom of the ground fissure.

  The more you go down, the narrower the rock wall is. Some places have to use both hands and feet to climb down.

  But the steeper and narrower the terrain here, the greater the hope for He Lingchuan.

  He touched a protruding rock: "There are only a few grains of sand."

  Sandstorms cross the border, which place is not thick with several layers of sand? There are only a few grains underneath.

  Mirror was so excited that his voice trembled: "There is hope, there is hope!"

  If the owner died in the lifeless Fujie, it would also be sentenced to death at the same time, but the execution was suspended.

  Its desire for He Lingchuan to escape is stronger than his own.

  He Lingchuan descended to the bottom of the ground fissure and began to **** around.

   It was dark as hell, so he took out a fluorescent spore to light it.

  There was movement under the feet, He Lingchuan brought the fluorescent spores closer to the ground and looked: "Water?"

  There is actually a shallow ditch at the bottom of the ground seam.

   This is probably groundwater formed over the years.

  The mirror repeated: "Okay, okay, it's better to have water."

  But He Lingchuan's good luck seemed to have run out, and he fumbled in the cracks of the ground for more than a quarter of an hour, but found nothing.

  There are only stones here, and there are stones everywhere.

   A stone that is monotonous as hell.

   No, there seemed to be some small creatures in the ditch, panicked by his arrival.

   These are not He Lingchuan's goals.

  He touched the mountain wall and continued on.

   "Slow down, don't get excited!" The mirror kept telling him, "There is still time!"

  He Lingchuan reached out and groped among the rock walls, but suddenly stopped moving.

"Um?"

  He withdrew his hand and slowly spread his palm.

  Two round things shone like pearls under the light of fluorescent spores.

  The mirror whistled like a human being, and cheered loudly:

"finally!"

   "I can live, I can live!"

   They finally found Shuzhu, in this dark place!

  The previous sandstorm swept across the plains and mountains, making it almost impossible to find grass. Only in such a deep trench, in a place where sandstorms are difficult to ravage, can He Lingchuan have the hope of surviving and getting out of the world!

  He Lingchuan carefully put away the two life-saving babies, and continued to **** forward.

   It will be much smoother in the future.

  After half an hour, he successfully collected more than thirty gargle beads, enough for him to use for four hours.

  With these little things, he would have plenty of time to go to the south and pick pearls in places where sandstorms never raged.

  He Lingchuan sat down in the dark ditch, regardless of the water all over his body.

  He can finally relax and not have to worry about survival.

   Lived.

  He also felt faintly tired.

  Mirrors had the leisure to ask him: "How does Hu Bin know your real name?"

  Hu Bin just yelled "He Lingchuan", but it heard it clearly.

   "In Lingxu City, there are no more than three people who know my real name." He Lingchuan rubbed his eyes, "No, Shi Er, head of the Shimen Chamber of Commerce, has left, so there are only two left."

  One is Li Qingge, and the other is—

  The mirror was shocked: "Hong Chenglue? You said he was Hong Chenglue?!"

  It has seen Hong Chenglue, but it is obviously not that face!

   "When I first met him, I asked you if he was wearing a mask or disguised." He Lingchuan closed his eyes and rested, "You said you didn't notice."

   This mirror can reflect the true face of a person, well, theoretically speaking.

   "Uh." The mirror faltered, "but, but..." There are always exceptions to everything.

   "The way he looked at me was indeed like a deep hatred." He Lingchuan said slowly, "Who would go deep into the mountainous area after the sandstorm to chase me down for no reason? That would be a narrow escape."

  A killer who takes money to do things can't do this.

  The mirror pondered: "Did he change his face, or did he change his face?"

"Do you still remember Xi Yunhe?" He Lingchuan was not idle when he fumbled for the beads, "Originally, he was obviously a child of the Qing Palace, but later he was able to change his face and identity, and lurked under Cen Boqing's hands to do things, no one would recognize him he."

  He paused: "Hong Chenglue and Xi Yunhe are both related to Shuangye Guoshi."

  The mirror realized: "You mean, Shuangye Guoshi has the ability to help people change their faces?"

"Ordinary disguise technique, there is nothing to hide in front of Yuanli. If it is said that this is the secret technique of Shuangye Guoshi." He Lingchuan nodded, "Of course, visitors from the world use it in Fujie Without origin power, it cannot be ruled out that Hong Chenglue only used the ordinary disguise technique, anyway, no one here can see through."

   "If it's really him, what are you going to do..." the mirror asked here, and suddenly came to his senses, "Oh, he's probably dead by now."

   Either he was bitten to death by Wu Beast, or he died after exhausting the beads.

   Chasing and killing He Lingchuan is not an easy task. If you are not careful, you will be gone first.

  He Lingchuan didn't answer, stood up and flexed his wrist: "Enough rest, it's time to go back."

   This place is too narrow, I can't even stretch my waist!

  He climbed back to the ground with the help of the spider thread, sat down cross-legged, took out two beastless heads from the storage ring, and cut them open on the spot.

  Welcome to open the blind box time!

  In each animal head, there is a light red pumice the size of a fist, and—

  Several longan-sized, round and opaque balls.

  Some are black, some are white, and some are as transparent as glass.

  He Lingchuan picked up the white ball, wiped off the scratches on it, and found that the hands were cold and could not be held for a long time, and a layer of hoarfrost would condense on the ground soon.

  He originally came for the Frost Silver Beast's "Frost Pill", but now—

   "Perhaps, this will work too?"

  I hope his trip to Fujie was not in vain.

  …

  Ten hours later, He Lingchuan sat in the big wooden barrel of Pianxiang Villa and took a comfortable hot bath.

   It seems like a lifetime away.

  It was only when he came back from Fujie that he felt the value of breathing freely.

  It turns out that every breath of air is so sweet.

  The Chiyan team has returned from Fujie.

  This year's hunting activities are too difficult, Chi Yan's team leader decided to withdraw early after careful consideration.

  Chi Yan participated in the event for 11 days from the beginning to the end. Counting the players who were replaced midway, a total of 31 people were sent in, and 23 survived.

   Fu Shanyue is quite satisfied with this loss rate. After all, he listened to the report of his subordinates and learned that a large-scale animal swarm occurred in Fujie, which is rare in a century.

  He himself has entered Fujie three times, of course he knows the horror of the beast tide.

   What's more, there is a sandstorm crossing the border and a duel with the lord of the Danube.

  To be honest, after this turmoil, many teams withdrew directly, because the Thunder Behemoth Lord went berserk, and the Danubes in his territory were restless and extremely aggressive.

  He Lingchuan changed his clothes and went out.

  Pianxiang Villa's Tongxinwei glanced at him, he smiled at him and waved his hand, but he didn't bother to follow.

  After descending the mountain, he walked more than a hundred feet without riding a sheep or taking a taxi, and turned into an alley.

   After making sure that no one was following him, he turned into a silk factory.

  This is also the backyard of the front store, where fabrics are displayed in front to discuss business, and the backyard is tailor-made, and the attic above is the residence of the assistants and tailors.

  It was afternoon, there were no customers in the store, and the guy stood aside, drowsy.

  He Lingchuan walked up to him and coughed softly: "I want to buy pearl satin, seven feet two inches; and half a piece of brocade."

  The guy rubbed his eyes: "Oh?"

  But he quickly came back to his senses: "Oh!" I remembered, this is the password!

  So after dozens of breaths, He Lingchuan boarded the attic of the silk village.

  The three huts are empty, but they are full of life, and there are sundries everywhere. One of them is full of oiled paper. It seems that the tenants must love steamed buns.

  The attic has front and rear windows. Looking down from the front window, you can see people coming in from the front hall, and looking out the back window, you can overlook the entire backyard.

   Choose this place to meet people, be very cautious.

  He Lingchuan waited for more than two quarters of an hour before he saw someone coming in from the front hall.

   Soon, the stairs creaked.

  This man is dressed in plain clothes, with a veil covering his head, covering his face.

  Seeing that there is only He Lingchuan in the attic, the curtain was taken off, revealing the appearance of a fish falling into a wild goose.

   "Young master." Li Qingge bowed gracefully when he saw him.

   "My lord." With a flick of his hand, He Lingchuan supported her arms with an invisible strength, preventing her from prostrating again, "You help me first, there is no need to be polite."

   On the surface, Li Qingge just sent someone to Wange Swamp to press a magic weapon.

  It is a piece of cake for her, but it is a great favor for He Lingchuan. If Tiangong and Yaodi's attention is not drawn away, his subsequent plans will be full of difficulties and difficult steps.

"There is no priority for help, and the kindness can be big or small. Without the help of the young and old, I would never be able to return to freedom!" Li Qingge's eyes were shining brightly, full of gratitude, "Qing Ge has since gone through fire and water for the young and old. No hesitation."

   "My lord, you are welcome. No need, really no need." This woman finally regained her freedom, was it because she was going through fire and water for him? It's okay for He Lingchuan to listen to this kind of words, and he won't take it seriously.

  Li Qingge immediately said again: "Songyang Mansion will repay you for your kindness. After that, how about I invite the young master to be the guest elder of Songyang Mansion? Shares will be allocated."

   "Uh..." Songyang Mansion is a Taoist sect, and He Lingchuan didn't expect it to have shares.

   At this time, chambers of commerce and group gangs already had the concept of shareholder shares. Songyang Mansion's business is booming, and it's not a loss if you invest in shares.

  He is short of living sources of money.

   But last time he was talking nonsense to Fang Canran, saying that Li Qingge was going to recruit himself to be an elder, did it come true this time?

"Don't refuse in a hurry." Li Qingge interrupted him anxiously, "Being the elder guest of my Songyang Mansion has many benefits. I can repair and maintain magical artifacts for free in various branches of Songyang Mansion, and all new products can be purchased. Try it out first."