Chapter 383

Just then, the wind direction changed, and he waved the bamboo tube in his hand, releasing large clouds of yellow smoke. This was a special poison smoke made by Liutiao, which was very effective for repelling insects, birds, and humans. He Lingchuan had long ago obtained the formula and had also conveniently replicated several versions in the past few days.

The purity of what he formulated was certainly not as good as the original, but it only needed seventy percent of the original power to achieve the effect of paralyzing and injuring groups.

When this smoke was released, large swaths of birds and bats withered on the web, wanting to move but unable to do so.

This speed and efficiency were much faster than throwing bamboo chopsticks.

He Lingchuan and the three mountain ghouls picked them up one by one and threw them away.

Another hour passed, and the first bucket of Imperial Flowing Plasma was finally full. He Lingchuan happily poured it into a container in his storage ring, emptied the bucket, and caught more.

In the second half of the night, the flow of Imperial Flowing Plasma significantly increased, and some of the plasma even carried tiny red threads.

He Lingchuan was tired, but he just had to lick a drop to be full of energy again.

He remembered the deduction of Tian Shengzi of the Tianyan Sect and only then realized that the mirror hadn't made a sound for a long time. Looking down, he saw that the cracks on the mirror surface had basically disappeared, leaving only one last thin seam to be as smooth as new.

Even a broken mirror can be reunited; the efficacy of the Imperial Flowing Plasma can be seen from this.

"I want it!" The mirror shouted from the soul, "I want more!"

He Lingchuan was too lazy to pay attention to its strange tone. In fact, he had been busy until now and found that the birds and beasts coming to commit crimes had decreased, probably because the total number inhabiting this area was only so many, and ordinary wild beasts couldn't get up, so they could only howl at the web.

Tonight, He Lingchuan actually dealt with seventeen or eighteen bird monsters. These things were stimulated by the Imperial Flowing Plasma to be exceptionally manic, and their attacks had no pattern, making them easier to shoot down.

The eastern sky began to turn white, and the rain of Imperial Flowing Plasma significantly decreased.

The restlessness in the mountains and forests basically subsided.

After making a scene all night, everyone was too tired to move.

This crazy, fulfilling, and fruitful night was finally coming to an end.

He Lingchuan stretched long: "Pack up!"

The mirror wondered: "The Imperial Flowing Plasma hasn't ended yet, you're taking down the web now?"

The spiritual rain hadn't stopped, just weakened. This kid had made a fortune tonight; did he dare not take the remaining rain seriously? The total amount of Imperial Flowing Plasma from half a year ago might not even compare to the spiritual rain in the next half hour.

He Lingchuan was very calm: "If I don't leave now, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave later."

Practitioners and monsters had collected Imperial Flowing Plasma all night, and those who could resist not swallowing it were going to take it back for refining.

If they waited until the spiritual rain ended, there would definitely be many red-eyed robbers. After all, collecting it hard all night might not be as convenient as robbing what was already there.

He Lingchuan was very clear-headed: the monsters he dealt with tonight were all small fry, and no great monsters appeared. The reason was likely that the great monsters were also busy collecting spiritual rain in their own territories and had no time to come out and plunder.

After the spiritual rain ended, it would be hard to say.

The Heart-Protecting Mirror also said: "The morning after the Imperial Flowing Plasma outbreak has always been the beginning of a great war."

He Lingchuan gave a hum and ordered the mountain ghouls and Eyeball Spiders to take action and hurry to collect the web.

Sugarcane doesn't have two sweet ends; he had a rich harvest tonight, so he shouldn't think about earning the last drop of spiritual rain.

People who think they can earn the last copper coin before leaving often lose even their coffin money.

Of course, it would be best to slip away now, but there were still many Imperial Flowing Plasma dew drops hanging on the spider web, and he had to retrieve them into his storage ring before the sun came out, otherwise it would all be in vain.

He Lingchuan didn't notice his own progress.

He wouldn't have thought this way before. Being able to resist all kinds of temptations, including the Imperial Flowing Plasma, which is a gift desired by all living things, is a manifestation of a firm Dao heart. Knowing how to trade off and knowing when to advance or retreat, one can live a long life.

The web was only half collected when suddenly something fell from the high sky and landed on the Rosy Cape, shaking the spider web.

He Lingchuan looked up and saw that it was actually a whole piece of natural Imperial Flowing Plasma paste, the size of a baby's fist!

He had guarded it all night and had never seen such a giant object. His joy was no small matter, and he stepped up to pick it up.

However, there was a chaotic sound of breaking through the air from above.

The opponents had also arrived.

He Lingchuan had fought on the spider web all night and had long since gained experience. At this moment, he grabbed the mountain ghoul beside him and threw it up, and without looking up, he pounced on the piece of Imperial Flowing Plasma paste like a hungry tiger.

With the Green Rabbit Jade Pendant obtained from Tu Zhongli, his Swallow Return movement technique was even faster than before, and he also borrowed the elasticity of the spider web. The enemies in the sky only saw a remnant shadow flash by, and the piece of Imperial Flowing Plasma paste was picked up.

They were so angry that they screamed.

He Lingchuan looked back in his busy schedule and saw that it was a large group of White-Forehead Crows.

This type of crow had a white dot in the middle of its forehead, looking like a third eye. Three or four of them were significantly larger than their companions, clearly monsters.

When they pounced down, they were blocked by the mountain ghouls, circled around, and continued to pounce on He Lingchuan. The tips of their extended claws had curved hooks more than an inch long, enough to disembowel someone.

He Lingchuan had sharp eyes and saw even more clearly that the hooks of several crow monsters were stained with blood; he didn't know what they had caught just now.

But this creature was born to love plundering, and seeing the Imperial Flowing Plasma, they pounced even more desperately, with two of them coming directly to peck at He Lingchuan's eyes.

These things, He Lingchuan was so angry he laughed, and with a backhand slash, he directly beheaded three crows.

The furthest one was still four feet away from him, but it was also split in two in mid-air, blood splashing on the spider web.

"Pah." It contaminated the Imperial Flowing Plasma on the web, and it would take more effort to extract it later.

The death of their companions didn't scare off this group of crows. In the blink of an eye, four or five more attacked. They even knew how to divide the work, with some pecking at He Lingchuan's face and others pecking at his fingers, trying to snatch the ring.

These things didn't have low IQs.

The wind direction was just right. He Lingchuan casually took out a pot of strong wine, took a big sip, took out a fire starter, aimed at the crow flock, and "puffed" out a mouthful of fierce fire! In an instant, six or seven crows caught fire, scaring them into flapping and flying around.

He Lingchuan calmly slaughtered them, and amidst the flying feathers, the number of crows was suppressed to only four or five.

Only then did they wake up, hurriedly flying high, and one of them spoke in human tongues: "Dare to snatch my things and kill my clansmen! Just wait, we will definitely pull your tendons and eat your flesh!"

He Lingchuan raised his hand and threw a bamboo chopstick.

The monster dodged urgently, took the remaining crowd, flew into the sky, and flew away screaming.

So monsters also know how to shout a few scene words before leaving? He Lingchuan shook his head. However, the appearance of these things also showed that his idea was correct; this place was not suitable for a long stay.

The trophy he had just obtained gave him an unexpected joy.

This was the first time He Lingchuan had seen Imperial Flowing Plasma in block form. This thing was jelly-like and could tremble when shaken, but its texture was opaque and its color was uneven, pale yellow with strands of dark red, just like bloodstains.

It also emitted a strange fragrance several times stronger than ordinary Imperial Flowing Plasma. He Lingchuan didn't dare to get close to smell it, for fear that he would lose his mind and swallow it in one gulp.

He didn't want to consider his endurance and hurriedly put it into his storage ring.

There were more than ten people guarding in a valley ten li away. The trees here had all been cut down, and a large open space had been temporarily cleared, covered with palm leaves.

This type of leaf was like a folding fan magnified seven or eight times, and it could be placed on open ground to catch the Imperial Flowing Plasma. Finally, it was also very easy to collect and bottle, just by folding the leaves, and the plasma would naturally flow into the bottle.

The crowd stood around the open space guarding. The leader was a black-clad youth, sitting on a tree, one leg straight and one leg dangling, very leisurely.

There was at most half an hour left before the Imperial Flowing Plasma rain should stop, right? He had just stretched when several crows flew over his head, screaming as they flew: "There is still a large amount of Imperial Flowing Plasma at Three Hearts Lake!"

"A large piece of Imperial Flowing Plasma paste has appeared at Three Hearts Lake!"

The crowd's movements paused. The crows didn't stop, screaming as they flew far away.

The black-clad youth looked at their backs and said: "It seems these ghost things have suffered a loss at Three Hearts Lake."

Otherwise, why wouldn't the crows swallow it alone, but instead announce it to everyone? Of course, he also saw that the wings of two of them were scorched black, as if roasted by fire.

"Young Master, shall we go to Three Hearts Lake?"

"What's the rush?" The black-clad youth looked east, "The crows are howling so loudly that it's definitely not just us who heard it. Let others go and find out first."

In fact, they were not too close to Three Hearts Lake, and even if they rushed there now, they might be beaten to the punch, so it would be better to finish taking the last drop of Imperial Flowing Plasma here in peace, and then go over to join the fun and see if they could take advantage of the situation.

Hearing this, the crowd felt at ease and guarded the open space.

Three li east of Three Hearts Lake, two fierce tigers were lying on a large rock licking the dew on their fur, when they suddenly heard the crows screaming above.

The two tigers' ears moved, they looked at each other, climbed up and jumped off the large rock, and instantly disappeared into the jungle.

As the crows flew further and further, more and more humans/monsters received this message.

He Lingchuan was rolling up the giant web when the Heart-Protecting Mirror suddenly said:

"There is a crow perched on a tree branch to the west, staring at you the whole time."

He looked in that direction and sure enough saw a White-Forehead Crow perched on an old pine tree fifteen zhang away, not making a sound, like a statue, just staring straight at him.

This was a scout.

He made a gesture to take his bow and arrow, and the thing immediately dived into the tree canopy.

"This thing has a strong sense of revenge and won't let it go." He Lingchuan remembered the group of crows that slaughtered villages and ate people during the Northern Expedition of the Ceying Army to Xiazhou. If he wanted to return to Fufeng City safely, he had to find a way to shake off these things.

They had just collected the Rosy Cape giant web when suddenly the sound of mountain ghouls came from not far away.

The sound was sharp like a ghost, and it was still chilling to hear during the day.

He Lingchuan's heart tightened. The mountain ghouls sent to the periphery had reported the police, indicating that creatures were approaching quickly! He jumped down from the large tree several times, mounted his horse, and walked back. But the crow on the pine tree flapped its wings and flew up, screaming as it flew: "Here, ah ah, the Imperial Flowing Plasma is here!"

The voice was thick and loud, but it traveled far.

He Lingchuan really wanted to shoot it down with an arrow.

But this thing was very clever, dozens of zhang above the ground, and always circled behind the tree canopy, making it difficult to shoot down.

Relatives and friends around, book fans in the group, one after another have tested positive.

I'm still hiding.

It seems I'm going to enter the final round, hoping to hold on until the end.

Everyone, take precautions, especially those with old and young at home, don't hope for any "asymptomatic."

(End of chapter)