Chapter 391

"There are quite a few who lost their minds and broke the law, and quite a few who took advantage of the chaos to loot. There are even those who took the opportunity to kill." Wu Wu Jingsong asked the waiter for a bowl of tea, "The government offices are almost bursting with people reporting cases, and the bailiffs are also busy. Dare you believe it? A young boy was eaten by the pig his family raised. When the bailiffs arrived, only half his body was left."

"By the way, where did you go to welcome the Emperor Flowing Pulp?"

"Out of the city to the northeast, far from the suburbs." He He Lingchuan cupped his hands to him, "Speaking of which, I must thank the Grand Tutor for his guidance." If it weren't for Grand Tutor Sha notifying him in advance, his harvest this time would definitely not have been so great.

Wu Wu Jingsong laughed: "I will convey that. By the way, did you go to Sanxin Yuan? There are three connected lakes in the center."

Sanxin Yuan? He He Lingchuan's heart jumped; the place where he received the Emperor Flowing Pulp was Sanxin Yuan! "I ran more than a hundred miles to the northeast, and I'm not sure where I was, only knowing that it was empty, but there were indeed large lakes." He He Lingchuan asked sternly, "Did something happen?"

"The Sanxin Yuan mountains and marshes have died." Wu Wu Jingsong said, "The Grand Tutor received news that the turmoil of the monster groups in Sanxin Yuan did not stop after the Emperor Flowing Pulp ended, but instead expanded further; not only were foreign envoys injured, but nearby villages and towns were also affected, with over two hundred casualties, and farmland was trampled."

"With these troubles, Fufeng City sent people to investigate. The first intelligence just came in, saying that the local mountains and marshes have already died. The monsters and beast herds are unrestrained, and having been provoked into ferocity by the Emperor Flowing Pulp, they are causing trouble everywhere."

"The mountains and marshes have all died?" He He Lingchuan was slightly surprised. It seemed the struggle on the night the Emperor Flowing Pulp erupted was extremely intense, even killing the mountains and marshes.

Could it be that among the monsters who died by the Sanxin Lake, one was the local mountain and marsh?

"The strange thing is that it died on the second night of the Emperor Flowing Pulp eruption." Wu Wu Jingsong took a sip of tea, "Even the Grand Tutor finds it incredible that the Sanxin Yuan mountains and marshes could also be killed by people or monsters."

"Does it have any special features?"

"It has many clones." Wu Wu Jingsong said, "The Sanxin Yuan mountains and marshes are very special; they are not the common tigers, wolves, lions, or tree demons, but a kind of man-eating fungus!"

He He Lingchuan's hand holding the cup paused: "Fungus? You mean mushrooms?"

It couldn't be that coincidental, could it?

"Something like that; I haven't seen it myself, only knowing that it has many clones spread throughout every corner of the forest, and killing it is not easy. The authorities gave it the position of mountain and marsh because of its innate talent. It is said that in Sanxin Yuan, no matter how fierce the monster, it dares not provoke it, lest it be retaliated against later."

"Then how can it be confirmed that it died?"

"I heard that that night, dozens of the man-eating fungus's clones all exploded; this can probably be called leaving no corpse behind, right?" Wu Wu Jingsong said sternly, "The existence capable of blasting it apart in one go is only a hundred miles away from Fufeng City, yet we don't know its origin, and the government is somewhat uneasy."

Wu Wu Jingsong sighed: "This time the Emperor Flowing Pulp happened to occur before the King's birthday, which is both a good thing and a trouble. After the Sanxin Yuan mountains and marshes died, the monster groups in this area rioted; I heard that among the dozen envoy groups coming to Fufeng City to celebrate, four were injured during those two nights. The Grand Tutor has been overwhelmed these past few days dealing with these matters."

"The existence of unknown origin" laughed: "It was indeed a fierce struggle, with all kinds of demons and ghosts emerging. However, how were the envoy groups affected?"

"What about the envoy groups? There are monsters in the envoy groups too." Wu Wu Jingsong shrugged, "The resistance of monsters to the Emperor Flowing Pulp is just worse than that of us humans."

He He Lingchuan shook his head: "It seems it really wasn't easy for me to come back alive."

"Those who survive a great disaster will have future blessings." Wu Wu Jingsong stood up, "I just came to see if you were back; I have things to do now, I'll come find you to drink tomorrow night."

"Many thanks for your concern."

Wu Wu Jingsong left, and He He Lingchuan raised his hand to order a plate of braised donkey meat.

Wasn't it said that the braised donkey meat here was very famous? Let's taste it.

So the monster that ambushed him in the cave a few days ago was the Sanxin Yuan mountain and marsh? A dignified mountain and marsh, lacking martial virtue.

However, He He Lingchuan knew very well in his heart that the mountain and marsh itself was also a monster, needing to forage, and lacking human nature.

The man-eating fungus accepted the investiture of Fufeng City, only restraining the mountain demons and wild beasts at ordinary times. On the big day when the Emperor Flowing Pulp arrived, it first had to think for itself.

This also explained why it could find He He Lingchuan and ambush him accurately.

After becoming a mountain and marsh, it could understand many things happening on its territory. Perhaps it noticed He He Lingchuan had a rich harvest on Sanxin Lake and couldn't resist the feeling of being moved, which was why it took action.

Who stipulated that a fungus carpet must have morals? The spies sent out by Fufeng City thought some great power had taken action to blast apart dozens of the mountain and marsh's clones together.

In fact, that was just it failing to withstand the power of the Emperor Flowing Pulp.

Dozens of the mountain and marsh's clones didn't make it through. Thinking of this, He He Lingchuan felt a lingering fear.

He had already come to his senses a bit; I'm afraid the piece of Emperor Flowing Pulp he took to refine was too large and too pure, almost costing him his life.

Today, the Emperor Flowing Pulp is so rare; when Helian Chen gave him the prescription, he certainly didn't expect him to get such a top-quality piece.

If it weren't for the mountain and marsh doing a good deed to the end, he would have long since turned joy into sorrow.

However, although most of the power of the Emperor Flowing Pulp was shared by the man-eating fungus, it itself had the characteristic of slow release. In the coming months, the gentle power of the heaven and earth spiritual energy would still seep and release bit by bit, helping He He Lingchuan's cultivation.

After this lesson, he dared not be greedy for more.

Also, why were those people looking for him?

He believed half of Fushan's words; now four or five days had passed since the Emperor Flowing Pulp erupted. Anyone who got such a heaven and earth spiritual object would refine and eat it as soon as possible, and it would be meaningless for others to come and demand it.

Formulas like the Hundred-Good Pill that can refine the Emperor Flowing Pulp into an auxiliary medicine for long-term consumption are rare in the world. Helian Chen had already confirmed this point.

Then, this group of people chasing him relentlessly was not for the Emperor Flowing Pulp.

What do they want to do?

He He Lingchuan left the inn, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw the crow perched on the roof opposite.

This thing hadn't given up yet.

A surge of ferocity rose in his heart: If a tiger doesn't show its power, it will be treated as a sick cat.

He He Lingchuan thought for a moment and headed toward the market again.

The crow was still flying in the sky, following all the way.

But there were many low-lying corridors in the market, and its line of sight was blocked by buildings; it only knew He He Lingchuan entered a low house, but as for what he was doing inside, it didn't know.

It didn't dare to get close to look closely.

There was more than one human active in Sanxin Yuan that night, and the robber who stole the Emperor Flowing Pulp paste was also wearing a mask, but the more the crow looked at his back, the more familiar it felt, always feeling that it hadn't followed the wrong person.

Must keep a close watch on this guy!

Not long after, He He Lingchuan came out carrying a basket. The basket was covered with a cloth, and the crow couldn't see clearly what was inside.

Afterwards, He He Lingchuan returned to the inn where he was staying, closed the doors and windows, and didn't show his face again.

The crow was afraid he would sneak away, so it descended to the inn roof to observe whether there were suspicious figures walking out of the front door and backyard at the same time.

……

The crow watched for two hours until it was dark.

He He Lingchuan's room door remained tightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep inside.

The crow counted the hours in its heart; when the night grew darker, those people should come to take action.

A harsh "creak" suddenly came from the side of the patio, startling the crow.

It turned out that two guests had pushed the door open and come out, walking with their arms around each other's shoulders while laughing, their voices very loud.

The crow shook its feathers in dissatisfaction.

Its attention was drawn by this small accident, and the sound of the door pushing covered a trace of strange movement behind it.

A black shadow had been lying in ambush behind for a long time, taking advantage of its distraction to suddenly rush out and press down on its wings.

The crow was startled, and the black shadow lunged forward, accurately biting its neck!

Flap, flap, the crow flapped its wings desperately, wanting to break free.

As a result, two more shadows rushed out from behind the roof, attacking it in a swarm, one biting its leg, one biting its wing, in short, pinning it firmly to the tiles.

Only then did the crow see clearly that the ones ambushing it were actually three cats!

One big and two small, black bodies with white claws, as if carved from the same mold.

The big cat was a monster, its size almost catching up to a rural dog; dealing with this crow was overwhelming power.

The crow was so anxious it screamed: "Let go, let go, whatever that person gives, I'll pay double!"

However, the cat monster had high professional ethics and ignored it completely, breaking the crow's trachea in two moves.

Catching birds, they were professionals.

The two small cats were greedy for its body, but the big cat didn't allow them to eat it, carrying the prey in its mouth and jumping onto He He Lingchuan's windowsill, scratching twice with its claws.

Hearing this secret signal, the window opened immediately.

He He Lingchuan saw the crow's corpse and couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the cat monster: "Awesome!"

Solving the eyes on the roof for him so easily, truly one thing naturally subdues another.

The cat put the prey on the windowsill and meowed.

Mission accomplished, what about the reward?

The other two small cats also followed down immediately, indicating that they had contributed and wanted equal pay for equal work.

He He Lingchuan immediately took out a large bag of bulging small dried fish from the room and showed it to the cat monster first: "All dried from finger-long stream fish from the small river east of the city, no salt added."

Besides the dried fish, there was also a gold ingot.

Not bad, this employer was quite generous. The cat monster nodded in satisfaction, He He Lingchuan hung the bundle around its neck, and gave the crow's corpse to them.

The three black cats jumped onto the roof in one leap and disappeared into the night.

But He He Lingchuan knew they hadn't left yet; the employment agreement contained more than just this. He closed the doors and windows again, bypassed the corridor to walk to the room opposite, and pushed the door open to enter.

This room was also rented by him, but under the name of a caravan assistant. Looking out from here, it happened to be able to monitor the old room.

He poked a small hole in the window paper, moved a chair to sit in front of the window, and held his blade in hand.

The eyeball spider had already heard that he might have another wave of guests tonight.

The night grew darker, the moon slanted, and people were quiet.

Only the crickets in the hay pile downstairs were chirping.

It would be dawn in another hour.

This was instead the time when everyone slept most soundly.

He He Lingchuan's ears moved, and he suddenly heard two short crow calls coming from outside the inn.

12.27 Still in the final round, no positive test.

Almost forgot that double monthly tickets start on the 29th; why don't you all save them until then to vote?

(End of chapter)