Chapter 1285: The Old Nation is Shaky in the Wind and Rain

Several Bailong people crept over and lay on the door to eavesdrop.

No sound.

Suddenly the door opened, and everyone squeezed back onto the wooden stairs.

Wanqiliang came out, his breathing a bit rapid, his face still a bit pale.

He closed the door behind him and walked up without saying a word.

Everyone asked urgently: "What's inside, what's under the black cloth?"

To be able to scare A-Liang, who killed people like slaughtering chickens, into this state, there must be something simple under the black cloth! "It's a—"

Everyone was focused, but Wanqiliang sold a mystery: "—secret."

"Hey, what's wrong with saying it?" Everyone's appetite was whetted.

"Mr. Dong said that whoever wants to explore the secret will be locked in the experimental cabin for the next few days."

Wanqiliang walked back to the corridor and threw the gambling money on the table to his companion: "Take it."

Then, he returned to his cabin.

Until this moment, the goosebumps on his arms were still visible.

At lunch, He Lingchuan asked Dong Rui:

"How were the experimental results?"

"Your subordinate, who thought he was bold, was scared to the point of almost wetting himself." Dong Rui chewed his rice, slurring his words. The Ghost Ape sat on the side gnawing on a peach, revealing its gums and giggling incessantly.

It was there at the time, and it saw it too.

It wouldn't get tired of seeing this kind of scene a hundred times.

"However, I immediately warned him that what he saw was confidential and must be kept secret." Dong Rui laughed. "He nodded and ran away."

"If even well-trained soldiers are almost scared out of their wits, it proves my plan is feasible." He Lingchuan pondered. "However, the atmosphere is also very important."

He knew exactly what kind of environment Dong Rui's experimental cabin was: dim light, messy objects, and many eyes staring at you, some from the Ghost Ape, some from the jars. People entering for the first time probably thought they had arrived at a Ghost King's underground palace, feeling hair-raising from the start.

Anyone would be affected by the environment; he had to make good use of this point.

He Lingchuan asked Dong Rui again: "Can those new experimental subjects of yours be released?"

"They still need to be modified." Dong Rui said irritably, "Do you know how hard it is to shrink them to a normal human size?"

"Hurry up; it will take time to train them before they are deployed." The difficulty was not in He Lingchuan's consideration; he only cared about urging, after all, he was the wealthy client. "Before arriving at Julu Port, you must at least let them wear armor."

Dong Rui stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a large piece of braised pork: "Got it!"

Behind the pile of debris, a red light flashed on and off.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and Wanqiliang found himself standing in that enclosed space again—

Mr. Dong's experimental cabin.

Something was crashing toward him from behind, the footsteps heavy, accompanied by a low roar like a beast.

He turned his head abruptly, and something was almost face-to-face with him.

The other's face looked very human; although the left face was pitted, it was at least covered with skin, while the skin on the right face had been torn off, revealing the pale golden bones and dark red tendons underneath.

Without eyelids, there were naturally no eyelids; the rolling large eyeballs were clearly red and white, but the left eye was shrunk in the eye socket, flashing with a needle-like red light.

It also had a horn on its forehead, like a rhinoceros.

Wanqiliang resisted screaming this time and slashed back with his saber.

But this thing blocked the blow as soon as it raised its wrist. The arm guard and the blade collided, sparking several sparks.

Its hand also looked like a dried-out claw, thin and long, with veins bulging on the surface.

Wanqiliang only then discovered that it was actually wearing black armor!

It seemed to be the set of black armor he had personally delivered to the experimental cabin.

The monster blocked his saber and didn't waste time, opening its mouth to bite at his head, with black smoke lingering around its mouth and nose.

His field of vision was immediately occupied by the bloody mouth.

The last shot was the monster's sharp and long teeth.

He jumped up and woke up.

In one day, he was scared twice by this ghost thing?

Wanqiliang rubbed his face hard and found his back slightly damp:

"Damn it!"

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He Lingchuan himself was not idle and returned to work after the meal.

The sea voyage was boring, so he reserved a portion of letters to read on the ship.

Lingguang found one from the pile of letters and handed it over:

"This is a letter from Songyang Prefecture."

The ship swayed gently with the waves, like a cradle. He Lingchuan yawned and rubbed his dry eyes; Lingguang dripped two drops of eye drops for him.

He closed his eyes to rest for a while and let Lingguang read the letter for him.

However, the content of the letter really couldn't be called good news, because there was another change in the Yuan Nation:

The Yuan Nation capital was breached by Grand Marshal Dong Haoming! After struggling to hold on for over a month, his cheap father He Chunhua took the Yuan King and fled south, retreating all the way to his own territory, Yazhou.

After driving away the Yuan King, Dong Haoming was crowned King in the capital.

Hearing this, He Lingchuan hissed softly: "Good fellow, too impatient."

As long as the Yuan King is alive, the national destiny remains.

If he were Dong Haoming, he would definitely wait until he killed the Yuan King before ascending the throne; otherwise, it would still be name without authority.

Dong Haoming had been fighting for so many years; it seemed he really couldn't wait any longer.

But in He Lingchuan's view, this decision was too rash and too aggressive.

Sure enough, two generals in the Yuan Nation immediately refused to submit and took the opportunity to declare independence. They were not far from the capital, so Dong Haoming had to lead troops to attack them; other armies, including Zhao Pan's, seized the time to rush to Yazhou to rescue the King.

The Yuan King was alive, and the surviving Yuan Nation still had a bit of centripetal force.

"He brought the Yuan King back to Yazhou; half the battle is won. However, those two generals suddenly declaring independence—the timing is too friendly to He Chunhua."

Considering that his cheap father still had a God of Destiny standing behind him, it seemed natural to be favored by good luck.

Sometimes the situation is stronger than the person; to achieve great things, one must also look at luck.

Lingguang wondered: "Does the Yuan King not know the danger?"

Even it could see it. At this point, what is the so-called "King"? How is his destiny any different from a street urchin? Neither can be autonomous.

"How could he not know? He's not stupid." He Lingchuan shook his head. "I'm afraid this is being forced by circumstances. Besides relying on He Chunhua, does he have the capital to say no?"

He Chunhua held military power and was at the Yuan King's side, yet the Yuan King could only rely on him to resist Dong Haoming; the trend of the master being weak and the minister being strong had already formed.

To describe the Yuan King's situation in one word: surrounded by tigers and wolves, all with ill intentions.

Lingguang asked again: "Can generals like Zhao Pan not be used by him?"

"It's not that simple. They are in Yazhou, not the capital anymore." The local emperor of Yazhou is He Chunhua, not the Yuan King. "Besides, He Chunhua has plenty of means to deal with people like Zhao Pan."

Later, after Dong Haoming wiped out the two "rebellions," he finally concentrated his forces and marched to Yazhou, preparing to kill the Yuan King and then pull out He Chunhua, this thorn in his side.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1286 =====