After the immortal disappeared

Unexpectedly, the Hundred-faced Nightmare was taken care of by the giant red shadow outside the Coiling Dragon Dream, and He Lingchuan had nothing to do with it. When he came to chase the spell master, he was at full health, able to fight and durable.

He Lingchuan's opponent can summon a hundred-faced nightmare, invite the Fan brothers, and lay a series of traps. He can be said to be meticulous and cautious.

If anyone else faced it, it would be a dead end.

Fortunately, He Lingchuan was able to escape.

For Zhong Sunmou and others, this is called a wrong step and a wrong step.

It's so wrong that it's so unfair.

"Although the curse master is likely to escape far away, we still have to give chase." He Lingchuan grabbed a chair leg from the storage ring, pointed to the blood stains on it and said, "I heard, where did he escape to?"

"..." How many times has this been used as a dog? Jiao Yu was no longer too lazy to care and sniffed carefully, "This man chewed too much tobacco and his blood is filled with the smell of tobacco."

"No, no, I just took this out of the fire." Is this guy reliable?

"That's what I said." Jiao Yu coughed and walked around the inn, sniffing as he walked.

He Lingchuan was extremely anxious and couldn't rush it.

Fortunately, Jiao Yu finally found the direction: "This way."

One man and one tiger ran northwest.

There are fewer and fewer low-rise houses on the roadside, replaced by large mansions occupying vast areas. The exquisite door walls and majestic buildings are not inferior in the night.

Finally, Jiao Yu stopped in front of a large house.

He Lingchuan passed by so many houses, but only this one had a seal on the door.

"No way?" Although it was a bit hurtful to say this, He Lingchuan couldn't help but said, "Are you sure you didn't lead the wrong way?"

This is Jiao Zhai.

Fu Songhua’s residence before his arrest.

Why did the curse master escape here?

The tiger sniffed hard twice: "Yes, the smell of blood is very strong, and it leads here."

"Then what?"

He followed the tiger and jumped over the wall into the penthouse.

The tiger sniffed and walked around the front hall, and finally stood next to a clump of bamboo: "The smell disappears here."

"Here?" He Lingchuan drew his sword and made two false strikes forward.

The strong energy on the knife made the bamboo forest rustle, and the birds and bats sitting on the nearby trees flew up in fright.

But other than that, there was no movement.

"There is no one here." Otherwise, the tiger with the added power of Yuan Li would not be able to hide it.

He Lingchuan slowly put away the knife: "Someone is here to help him."

There are many ways to erase the smell and eliminate the traces. When he was a patrolman, he had learned no less than three or four kinds.

But the curse master was injured and escaped here, it must be because someone helped him.

The two walked around the house several times, but found nothing new, so they had to go back.

Jiao Yu said bitterly: "No wonder Zhongsun Mou is busy with his spare time. It turns out he is sure that we can't catch anyone."

He asked He Lingchuan again: "You fell into his plot and nothing happened?"

"This spell master invited nightmares into my dreams to harm me, but I broke them. The backlash from the spell should be considerable."

"Nightmare?" Jiao Yu was surprised, "There is such a thing. I only heard of its name before."

"Nightmares harm people, and the gods don't know it." He Lingchuan remembered something and stood still subconsciously.

The tiger also stopped and waited for him: "What?"

"It's nothing." He Lingchuan shook his head and continued to walk towards the inn, "I remembered a strange thing from the past. Looking back now, maybe it was the result of a nightmare."

He Chunhua rushed to Xiazhou to take office. A few days before arriving in Dunyu, Mr. Li, the head of the Li family, the head of the four major families, died suddenly.

Old man Li, who could eat, sleep and was in great health, passed away in his sleep without any scars on his body. It is said that the talismans to ward off evil spirits are all there but have no effect.

Looking back now, was that the work of a nightmare?

He Lingchuan sighed and found that he was not surprised at all.

Maybe I already knew deep down what was going on. After all, as soon as Old Man Li died, the entire Dunyu was quickly controlled by the new General Manager of Xiazhou.

After returning to the inn, He Lingchuan covered his abdomen and said, "It's still early before dawn. I have to recover quickly."

"Good night." Jiao Yu shook his tail, "The other party won't do anything again tonight, right?"

He Lingchuan closed the door, drank some water, and applied medicine to the injured area.

I also got a souvenir in my dream, so I have to go back and take a look.

According to the habit he has developed over the past few months, he must first place the knife at his side, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable whether he is meditating or sleeping.

However, when He Lingchuan reached out to grab the scabbard, he suddenly felt that the weight was wrong.

When he looked down, he only had a scabbard on his waist.

The floating life has disappeared.

Hey, where is my knife?

Having been inseparable for months, the existence of this knife is as natural as breathing. He Lingchuan was stunned for a few breaths before his expression changed drastically.

Isn't it just like a sacred bone that just hangs around and can be retrieved automatically when thrown?

Can this knife be lost?

Suddenly there was a purring sound outside, and there was movement outside the window paper.

He Lingchuan's heart tightened, he rushed to the window and pushed it open, only to see a starling's wings stuck on a branch, struggling desperately.

Night flights are prone to accidents.

He Lingchuan cut off the branches smoothly. The bird was free, flapped its wings and flew away.

Um? cut?

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the long knife in his palm.

This feeling is indeed floating, but where did it come from?

As if in response to his question, Fu Sheng disappeared in the next second.

Could it be?

He Lingchuan was stunned for a moment, as if he understood what was going on, and silently recited "The sword is coming" in his heart.

As soon as the thought came up, the long knife appeared again in the palm.

The grip is very snug.

He Lingchuan smiled from ear to ear: "A man and a sword become one?"

Why are you so polite when you suddenly give him such a big gift in the middle of the night?

In fact, it is a bit exaggerated to say that man and sword merge into one. The Fusheng Sword was just taken into his body.

Ancient and medieval immortals could use their body as a sheath to warm the magic weapon with their own true power.

It's a pity that the spirituality of the magical instruments in later generations is getting lower and lower, and the price of collecting them is getting higher and higher. Practitioners simply don't accept them anymore, and just wear them around their waists like ordinary iron.

In this era, only quasi-artifacts and above can become one with their master.

"What's going on? You've been promoted again?" He Lingchuan stroked the blade and thought of the powerful nightmare that Dafang Hu had eaten tonight. "Is it because you guys took supplements tonight?"

Even the red giant shadow personally dispatched, that nightmare should be a great complement to them, right?

Of course, the Fusheng Knife would not react, but after inspection, He Lingchuan found that its characteristics seemed to have changed a little.

"Broken Army": Penetrates the opponent's energy and restores the original damage, but the possibility of it breaking out is very slim.

Now this "very slim" has become "possible".

In other words, the possibility of him developing the "army-breaking" characteristic in the future has increased by more than one margin.

It is indeed his treasured sword, and he gets feedback after feeding him some delicious food. Unlike Da Fang Hu, no matter how many rare treasures he eats, he still remains the same dead person.

He Lingchuan felt that he would wake up laughing from his dreams tonight!

There was a knock on the door, and the tiger demon's voice came in: "What happened?"

It heard the sound of He Lingchuan opening the window again. Why is something happening over and over again this late at night?

"fine."

But the tiger still scratched the door.

He Lingchuan had no choice but to let him in.

The tiger jumped directly onto the couch and lay down: "Come on, let me protect you."

When He Lingchuan lay down, the tiger began to lick its fur. It is a nocturnal animal and is naturally more energetic after dark.

He Lingchuan looked up and saw it lying under the moonlight, its eyes like lanterns.

…

This time he adjusted his breath and fell directly into a dream, and He Lingchuan stood under the Juluo tree again.

Apparently Panlong Mengjing understood his needs very well.

Fortunately, the net bag was stuck on the branch of the tree. In the eyes of Panlongcheng people, this pocket is just a big stone, and even urchins are not interested in it.

He Lingchuan took off the net bag, only to find that Nightmare's head was half deflated again, and he was frantically shouting for help.

He asked Ju Luoshu: "Did you eat it secretly?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tree root on the monster's head fell off.

He Lingchuan was dumbfounded. Isn't it too late to eliminate the evidence now?

After all, this Juluo tree was still young, so I couldn't help but feel guilty about stealing it.

He Lingchuan turned into a deserted street corner, then lifted the Nightmare's head and asked: "Answer the question obediently, or I will bury you under the tree as fertilizer."

Life is in people's hands, what else can it say: "Just ask."

"Who sent you? Name."

"I said I don't know..." It was still full of resentment in its heart.

He Lingchuan held it and walked out: "Forget it, let's use it as tree fertilizer."

"Stop, stop, stop, I say!" Nightmare Head shouted repeatedly, "That spell master is called Cheng Yu. He has been serving us for many years, and he will ask us to take action when he encounters difficult ideas."

"Are you so particular about answering every request?"

"That's not true, but the souls of opponents that Cheng Yu can't defeat are usually very powerful and delicious."

"What is the origin of this person named Cheng?"

"We really don't know this." He Lingchuan moved his hand, and the weirdo shouted, "I'm serious. We don't pay much attention to reality."

"Where are the Fan brothers?"

"What brother?" The weirdo looked confused, "Who?"

He Lingchuan grabbed it and was about to throw it at Ju Luoshu. The strange head shouted: "I swear, I don't recognize the Fan brothers! I've never heard of them."

That's all, He Lingchuan just asked casually.

He was also very interested in the nightmare that Da Fang Hu had personally taken action: "Why us? How many faces does your true self have?"

"One hundred and twenty-seven. Our name is Hundred-Faced Nightmare, but in fact there are more than a hundred faces." The strange head said, "Every time a consciousness is awakened, a face is born."

“So where did the original ‘Hundred Faces’ come from?”

"When I was in the human world, my name was Bai Yu, and I was an immortal. Many years ago - I can't remember exactly how long ago - I was seriously injured and on the verge of death. Because I was unwilling to disappear between heaven and earth, I tried my best to escape. Enter the dreamland and settle down here from now on.”

"Why the serious injury?"

"I don't remember either." The monster said, "When our nightmares swallow the essence of humans or monsters, they will also absorb their memories. These messy memories will slowly overwrite our own. As time goes by, , we don’t even remember where we come from. The same goes for me, it only remembers its original name, and has forgotten everything else.”

Congratulations to @Xiaoyuer for blowing bubbles, and a thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket!

I wish mother and child good health, good eating and sleeping.