Chapter 363: Demon Immortal!

But it leaped upward fiercely in the crisis, causing the bronze mirror to shift, and the arrow that was supposed to hit its heart hit the wing root instead.

The red bird seemed to be in extreme pain, letting out a sad cry as it fell from the sky.

At this time, the Zheng beast also fell from a high point, and General You looked down from a high position, his gaze turning, focusing directly on He Lingchuan, revealing a fierce look.

This was big trouble; the youth hissed and turned to slip away.

What if he stayed and won? Why bother with these paper men? But with the lesson of the red bird, he crouched and jumped into the crown of a big tree, lest this General You greet him with another arrow.

General You pointed in the direction of He Lingchuan's escape: "Capture the enemy general, life or death doesn't matter!"

The guards behind responded and chased out.

Damn it, how did he become an "enemy general"? He Lingchuan guessed it was nine times out of ten the Sorceress playing tricks behind his back.

While fleeing, he also heard General You say: "Many thanks to Senior Brother Qing Xu for your help!"

"Within my power!" The sorcerer in mid-air snorted. "These demon immortals are too arrogant; if we don't teach them a lesson, they will continue to invade!"

Senior Brother Qing Xu? Demon immortals? He Lingchuan silently noted these two terms.

General You and Qing Xu were fellow disciples?

Moreover, the language they spoke was different from the current one; if He Lingchuan hadn't truly put in the effort to study hard, and usually had Sun Fuling to practice and test with, he was afraid he wouldn't understand.

Yes, these few were all speaking ancient immortal language!

To this day, not many living people could use it.

These evil ghosts acted so well; if you sing a fake as true a thousand times, would it become true?

The cavalry behind was surprisingly fast, and several times it was thrilling; he almost got caught.

If it weren't for the crisscrossing streets and buildings here, He Lingchuan really wouldn't have been able to shake them off. Finally, he jumped into a burning mansion, and the cavalry couldn't follow, so they had to run a circle around the periphery, and not finding his trace, they went back to report.

Until they left, He Lingchuan walked out of the fire scene.

He wore the divine bone necklace and was not afraid of being burned by the fire, even if it was the red bird's true fire.

But getting his face smoked black was inevitable.

The building was burned to the ground, and it collapsed in the blink of an eye; no one dared to stand nearby, so he had to leave the scene quickly.

After a race against time, He Lingchuan now had time to consider his situation.

Earlier, he was clearly about to reach the Gan mansion and catch Gan Sanye Gan, why did the Sorceress wave her hand, and he appeared out of thin air on this battlefield? It was very clear that even in this eerie place, the Sorceress couldn't kill him in one go, otherwise why bother with all these twists and turns? The last image he received through the eyeball spider was Gan Sanye Gan signing a contract with the Sorceress, and the latter turning into flying ash on the spot.

This was truly, kind words are hard to persuade a ghost that should die.

Gan Sanye Gan knew the Sorceress's background was suspicious, but in the end, he still did it.

In the end, he lost to his own fear.

He Lingchuan recalled the battle in the city earlier; the red bird's destructive power was amazing, and it could easily summon numerous fire tornadoes, as if it could single-handedly challenge a city. He doubted whether the great demons of the Northern Demon Kingdom had such means.

As for the six people including Qing Xu who could all fly, this was clearly not something current sorcerers could do. In the current world where spiritual energy is scarce, where are there sorcerers who can still fly?

Not to mention they called the red bird "demon immortal," could it be?

He Lingchuan had a bold guess in his mind. Right, the paper man he killed in Purple Bamboo Garden earlier said he was a centurion under General You of the Xiao Lin Army.

In other words, the evil ghosts on both sides came from the same source? Hmm, he had to leave as soon as possible.

Just at this moment, he saw another commotion ahead, several cavalry fleeing in front, and the Xiao Lin Army chasing behind.

Hey, there were actually familiar faces in this strange scene? He Lingchuan recognized at a glance that the ones fleeing were Wu Jingsong and the others.

It was just that there were seven or eight of them originally, and now only three were left.

"Come here!" He greeted Wu Jingsong.

These three heard the voice and galloped toward him, with the pursuers following closely.

He Lingchuan relied on his divine bone necklace not to fear burning, jumped into the building with raging fire, exerted true power on his feet, and stepped on two round logs fiercely.

Wu Jingsong had just run under He Lingchuan's feet, and when he looked back, he happened to see a burning big log falling from the sky, accurately hitting the pursuers on the forehead!

The rear soldiers urgently reined in their horses and didn't dare to come forward anymore.

The giant log exploded twice more, and sparks sprayed everywhere.

But one person walked out of the fire, as if strolling in a courtyard, not afraid of the raging flames behind him.

Wu Jingsong and the others were dumbfounded.

Even if their five senses were dull at this moment, they couldn't help but give birth to the feeling that "this kid is really handsome."

However, He Lingchuan wasn't handsome for three seconds, because another giant log was burned through and fell down.

He took a step and jumped onto the back seat of Wu Jingsong: "Go, go quickly!" Why were these fools stunned? Wasting the time he had worked so hard to win.

The four people rode their horses and fled wildly.

After running a mile away through nine turns and eighteen bends, the sound of killing around them became weaker and weaker, and there were no pursuers behind, so Wu Jingsong and the others slowed down their horse speed.

He Lingchuan asked him: "How did you get in here?" These people had finally been rescued, truly taking the road to heaven without walking.

"We searched a few times by the lake, didn't find any clues, and felt sleepy and tired, so we wanted to enter the county to stay." They had been thrown in here for many days, almost without food or water; it would be strange if they weren't thirsty or tired. "As soon as we went down the mountain, we entered here, and lost four brothers."

There were seven of them in total, and four were killed because they were outnumbered.

"You didn't enter Wu Ze County first?"

"No."

He Lingchuan also roughly understood that the Wu Ze County he entered first was probably not the real Wu Ze County, but a strange space similar to this battlefield.

The problem was, how to get out? "Whether it's an illusion, formation, or maze space, there will be flaws and a way out." This wasn't the mercy of the caster, but the law; if there was no way out, the space itself couldn't be built at all. He asked these cavalrymen: "On this run, did you find anything inconsistent with the outside world?"

Wu Jingsong gave a bitter smile: "Everything here is different from the outside world, and everything is inconsistent."

Could the outside world be like this, with war flames everywhere? "The first place I entered was Wu Ze County, and it wasn't until I wanted to stop Gan Sanye Gan from signing the contract with the Sorceress that I was sent here." He Lingchuan pondered. "Why didn't it throw me here from the beginning?"

Wu Jingsong asked: "Is it easier to kill you in Wu Ze County?"

"In other words, this battlefield is not its first choice. Could it be because... it's hard to control?" He Lingchuan looked at the city in the fire. "The evil ghosts here are all very involved, each acting their own part, perhaps not listening to its command?"

Wu Jingsong was even more confused: "What evil ghosts?" He had lost his soul, but his IQ hadn't dropped; why couldn't he understand?

He Lingchuan looked at their expressions, which confirmed his guess was correct; the evil ghosts and paper men running around the field could only be identified by him, and others were deceived.

He was about to speak when he suddenly said "Eh"; the eyeball spider suddenly moved away!

Before, he was busy dealing with this battlefield and didn't switch perspectives again, but he could always vaguely feel the eyeball spider's position and distance.

The position didn't need to be said, it was exceptionally erratic, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, and He Lingchuan couldn't find the trace at all, as if the place he was in was a circle, while Gan Sanye Gan walked in the outer ring.

However, just at this moment, he felt the distance between himself and the eyeball spider suddenly widen, so much so that the connection between the two was almost non-existent.

Was the signal bad? Where did it go? He Lingchuan immediately switched perspectives.

The eyeball spider was still clinging to Gan Sanye Gan; looking out from its angle, the scenery was no longer the Gan mansion.

There were bamboo forests, wild grass, a half-dilapidated small building, and a clear lake behind—

Looking at it, Gan Sanye Gan had actually returned to the side of Mo Chou Lake!

He walked back slowly, straightened the chair, sat down at the table, and then placed the mirror on the table.

Mirror? 【363-72

At this moment, the eyeball spider had quietly crawled onto Gan Sanye Gan's shoulder. Looking down from its angle, it saw the bronze mirror perfectly: the mirror surface was no longer a golden expanse, but rather a scene of flames and black smoke flying together, with monsters and armies fighting.

It didn't look like a mirror; it looked more like a screen.

This scene was so familiar; wasn't it the very battlefield he was in? It was just that Gan Sanye Gan had switched to an overhead, global perspective. A realization struck He Lingchuan:

Was he actually inside the mirror?

He suddenly recalled two details: just now, when he rushed into the Gan residence courtyard, the massive white jade screen wall was painted with a scene of flowers under the moon, with a blank space on the side.

That didn't make sense.

The purpose of a screen wall, besides obscuring the view behind it and creating an atmosphere of winding paths leading to secluded spots, was usually to have inscriptions carved on it for interest. When the He family moved twice, Lady Ying had placed special importance on the screen walls.

There was a painting on that screen wall, but where were the words? A painting without an inscription was like a beauty going out without makeup; who would recognize you?

Earlier, he had jumped over the screen wall and hadn't had time to look closely, but when he was clinging to the round moon gate, he took a glance downward and still saw a line of crooked little characters:

Mo Er visited here.

It was right at the base of the wall at the bottom of the gate, hidden by green plants. It was probably written with charcoal, and he didn't know how long ago it had been left there. If He Lingchuan hadn't been looking down from above, he would have barely seen it.

Most importantly, this line of text was reversed.

It was just like when he wrote a few words on his hand and then looked in a mirror; the words reflected in the mirror were reversed.

Thinking from this point, after he returned to Wu Ze County, it seemed he had indeed not seen a single plaque, signboard, or couplet; even the signboard for Zizhu Garden was completely blocked by the swaying bamboo branches.

Thinking about it now, that was because the mirror's owner didn't want him to discover the secret within.

It was just that even the most careful plan had a slip; the little characters on the round moon gate, even it hadn't noticed them, so naturally, it wouldn't have erased them.

But that was in Wu Ze County.

"Head over there!" He Lingchuan looked around the vicinity and signaled for Wu Jingsong to spur his horse toward a five-story pagoda.

(End of chapter)