Chapter 392

Of course, there was no echo in the inn.

So there was no movement outside either.

These guys are quite cautious. He He Lingchuan exhaled lightly, knowing that nine out of ten times the other party would retreat. The crow didn't fly out, which meant there were variables inside the inn, so the other party might not take action.

Count them as smart, otherwise coming here would mean being served by the Floating Life Blade.

He He Lingchuan didn't chase out, because the Treasure Tree King's birthday celebration was imminent, and Fufeng City had temporarily implemented a curfew these past two days.

If trouble was stirred up at this time, it wouldn't be worth it.

Sure enough, about ten breaths later, sharp whistle sounds came from the street, probably the bailiffs shouting: "Who goes there? Stop!"

At the same time, it was accompanied by the roars of beasts.

It seems the bailiffs weren't just humans; that would be enough to give those guys a headache.

These movements grew smaller and smaller, clearly the fleeing and chasing parties had already gone far away.

The street returned to tranquility.

……

After dawn, another inn two hundred zhang away.

Someone tiptoed into a guest room; the lamp was still lit here, and Fushan was sitting in front of the window.

"Any news?"

"Yes. The target has checked into the Willow Lodge; this is the official residence specifically arranged by Fufeng City for envoys from various countries."

The subordinate muttered: "The others have been arranged."

"Call everyone back. Fufeng City's security is too tight; we won't take action here." Fushan changed the plan, "However, we still need to confirm the whereabouts of the item first."

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After just a few days, the various chaotic phenomena in Fufeng City caused by the Emperor Flowing Pulp had been channeled and gradually returned to order.

The closed shops reopened one by one, and there were more pedestrians on the road.

All trades and industries regained their vitality, and the scene of bustling traffic returned.

The monsters and people who had become the price would never speak again, so they were gradually forgotten. No matter what happened in the past, life still had to go on.

Moreover, the people of the Between Beijia Nation knew very well that their lives could already be called happy compared to the civilians of other small countries displaced by war.

At this time, Sha Sha Xinghai had already led his team back to Fufeng City, and without even having time to change his clothes, he came to report to his father:

"The missing deputy envoy of the Eling Nation has been found; the remains are under a large tree on the west bank of Sanxin Lake. Nearby monsters claim they didn't see the murderer."

Grand Tutor Sha's brow almost tied into a knot: "The Eling Nation has been peaceful for more than a decade, maintaining good neighborly relations; I haven't heard of any rifts recently."

"Could it not be national enmity, but private hatred?" Sha Sha Xinghai looked worried, "I heard this deputy envoy is the son of General General Yinshan, with good cultivation himself and many followers. General General Yinshan has a cruel temperament; once this news reaches his ears, how could he let it go?"

"Every time the Emperor Flowing Pulp appears, there are always particularly many moths. More than a dozen monsters from various envoy groups were injured or went missing, not just General General Yinshan's son." Grand Tutor Sha also had a headache, "Just now I went to report to the King; in fact, on the night the Emperor Flowing Pulp erupted, he used his divine powers to monitor the events large and small occurring in the city and suburbs, and several were even actively participated in by the envoy groups themselves. What kind of business is this?"

No matter how remarkable the Treasure Tree King's divine powers were, there was a range limit, and he could only monitor nearby, unable to extend to as far as Sanxin Lake.

That was a method only ancient monster immortals had; people today can only hope in vain, alas.

"My King's birthday celebration is held tomorrow; there is still a curfew tonight, and additional personnel have been added to patrol the whole city."

After Sha Sha Xinghai retreated, Grand Tutor Sha thought for a moment and asked Wu Wu Jingsong, who was standing to the side: "You came to report yesterday that He Xiao received the Emperor Flowing Pulp more than a hundred miles northeast of the city?"

"Yes." Wu Wu Jingsong had always admired him for being busy with a thousand things yet still able to remember a few small matters so clearly.

"That's not far from Sanxin Yuan. He came back late, perhaps he saw something; go and inquire."

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Wu Wu Jingsong bought some side dishes for drinking on the way before going to find He He Lingchuan.

Entering the inn and knocking on the door, no one answered; instead, a cat head stretched down from the roof: "Who are you looking for?"

"He Xiao."

The black cat asked him again: "What is your surname?"

"Wu, I come from the Grand Tutor's Mansion."

The black cat jumped onto his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "The proprietor says, go to the Songhe Restaurant to find him."

Wu Wu Jingsong understood, left the inn, took a roundabout route, and headed to the Songhe Restaurant on East Street.

This restaurant was about four hundred steps away from the Grand Tutor's Mansion, neither far nor near, so the various consumption levels in the restaurant were neither high nor low, just right.

Wu Wu Jingsong and other guards often came here to drink.

He walked in familiarly, saying he was looking for a guest with the surname He; the waiter didn't lead him to a private room, but instead brought him to the guest rooms in the back, knocking on one of the doors: "Young Master, you have a visitor."

He He Lingchuan was sitting in the room, with wine on the table.

Wu Wu Jingsong entered the room and sat down directly, asking him: "Why did you move here?"

"I checked in here to make it convenient to drink with Brother Wu for a night."

The Songhe Restaurant had guest rooms in the back; even during curfew, guests could still come to the front building to drink. As long as they didn't wander the streets blindly, the bailiffs wouldn't care. It's just that the guest rooms here were a little more expensive than He He Lingchuan's original inn, with the price doubling.

Wu Wu Jingsong put down the dishes he was carrying: "I'll add some dishes to your room."

He never cared about the curfew; he could run around everywhere on any night.

Wu Wu Jingsong took it for granted, He He Lingchuan was not surprised, and neither mentioned this.

He He Lingchuan asked the waiter for a few plates and personally poured the wine and dishes Wu Wu Jingsong brought into them. The two toasted each other, and He He Lingchuan's eyes lit up when he saw one of the dishes, reaching out to peel one.

Wu Wu Jingsong gave a thumbs up: "Brother He knows his stuff! I've brought many people to eat this, and they didn't dare touch it."

Among the wine and dishes he brought, the braised beef was rich and fragrant, the cutting was good, each slice connected to thin, bright tendons, and the river snails were also stir-fried until oily and bright, with a spicy fragrance. But the first thing He He Lingchuan picked up was a pickled braised hairy egg.

This thing, those who are afraid are truly afraid, and those who love to eat it truly love it.

He He Lingchuan asked while eating: "Why did Brother Wu come?"

"Didn't I say yesterday that I'd find you to drink today?" Wu Wu Jingsong secretly thought this kid knew he would come, and even hired a cat security guard to pass the message.

He He Lingchuan filled his cup: "Nothing else?" They had agreed to drink tonight, but Wu Wu Jingsong came before noon.

"What could there be?"

"Then let's just drink and not talk about official business tonight."

Wu Wu Jingsong was slightly startled, coughed: "Does cultivation count as official business?"

He He Lingchuan was calm and composed: "Alright, if you want to ask, just ask. But tell me first, what happened again?"

This kid. Wu Wu Jingsong had no choice; he was here to probe, not expecting to be probed first by the other party: "It's still the incident at Sanxin Yuan on the night the Emperor Flowing Pulp erupted."

"Oh?" He He Lingchuan asked him, "Who died this time?"

There was a curfew tonight, and it was the Treasure Tree King's birthday celebration soon; if there were no serious matters, would Wu Wu Jingsong choose this time to find him?

Although He He Lingchuan had saved this person, he knew very well how much weight their friendship held.

"The deputy envoy of the Eling Nation." Wu Wu Jingsong said, "The Eling Nation envoy group came to report the case two days ago; they happened to encounter the Emperor Flowing Pulp while passing through Sanxin Yuan, and as a result, the deputy envoy got separated and went missing. Master Sha took people to search Sanxin Yuan and finally discovered the deputy envoy's remains by the Sanxin Lake; although they had already been partially eaten by birds and beasts, they could still be identified."

He He Lingchuan knew in his heart: "What kind of monster was this deputy envoy?"

Fufeng City also discovered the remains of the Eling Nation deputy envoy, so that was easy to handle.

"General Yinshan Python." Wu Wu Jingsong shook his head, "He is also the son of General General Yinshan of the Eling Nation, forty years old this year, just about to reach adulthood. It is said that this time General General Yinshan let him come out with the group to gain experience, never expecting such a disaster. The envoy group asked the Grand Tutor to investigate and see which of General General Yinshan's rivals also came to Fufeng City."

"Oh? The Grand Tutor also thinks this is a vendetta?"

"It's hard to say for now; we only know that all the flesh and blood on his body were drained. If it's not a vendetta, who would take such a ruthless hand?" Wu Wu Jingsong said sternly, "Fufeng City's foreign and domestic affairs have been a thousand threads these past two days; if Brother He has any discoveries, please inform me."

He He Lingchuan pondered for a moment before asking him: "The General Yinshan Python you mentioned, could it be a large gray-white snake with fine black patterns on its skin?"

Wu Wu Jingsong was startled: "Yes, yes, exactly! Have you seen it?"

"That night, a crow reported that a large amount of Emperor Flowing Pulp appeared by the lake. I rushed over to see many monsters and martial artists fighting by the lake; the battle was extremely tragic, and the two 'Laozhi' that finally won were just about to clean up the spoils when they were scared away by a dozen people. The Eling Nation deputy envoy you mentioned, that is, that General Yinshan Python, was also stealthily approaching the leader of that group, wanting to launch a sneak attack, but was exposed in his original form and surrounded and slaughtered by them."

Wu Wu Jingsong was stunned: "What, the Eling Nation deputy envoy was going to grab the Emperor Flowing Pulp and was killed because of it?"

The cause of death was just that simple, dying for the Emperor Flowing Pulp like other monsters?

"Didn't you say that several envoy groups suffered casualties due to being involved in the Emperor Flowing Pulp dispute?" Monsters are monsters, and they didn't hold back because of their envoy status.

He He Lingchuan shrugged: "I also heard those people say they killed the wrong person."

"Killed..." Wu Wu Jingsong was sluggish, "Killed the wrong person? Who did they originally want to kill?"

Was the General Yinshan Python killed unjustly? "I don't know."

Wu Wu Jingsong felt a chill in his heart.

Those people actually killed the wrong target? That is to say, they will take action again! He He Lingchuan added: "The General Yinshan Python probably looked very similar to that target, which is why it was mistaken, right?"

That is to say, the target of that group was also a long worm? "The murderer who killed the envoy, you saw him yesterday."

"Eh?" Wu Wu Jingsong was startled, his brain turning several corners, "You mean, those few people in the inn yesterday? Oh my, why didn't you say so earlier!"

He He Lingchuan picked up a piece of braised beef and chewed slowly.

Hmm, chewy, flavorful, worthy of being the side dish Wu Wu Jingsong bought from an old shop.

"On the night the Emperor Flowing Pulp erupted, monsters and martial artists by Sanxin Lake died in droves; I'm used to it. If you hadn't mentioned this General Yinshan Python, how would I know he had that kind of status?" That night, let alone human life being like grass, monsters died like dust; how many people cared afterwards? "The leader called himself Fushan; he sneaked near the inn last night, probably wanting to kill me to silence me."

(End of chapter)