Chapter 4: Leopard King

If someone comes to pursue them another day, it will be a case of death without proof—

The first thought that popped into He Lingchuan's mind scared himself.

This seems like something the original body could easily do, but for He Lingchuan, it was still very stressful.

He pondered for a moment: "Let the Red and White Path find a place to lock them up, and I will go back to report to my father."

The thickest thigh he can hold is his own father, sharing the difficulties. He is still a minor and cannot shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

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As a result, less than a hundred yards from home, He Lingchuan saw a He Zhai retainer running toward him. The latter was in a hurry, and his eyes lit up when he saw him, hurriedly stepping forward to salute:

"Young Master, the Master wants you to return to the mansion immediately!"

The "Master" is naturally the Prefect of Qiansong County, Jinzhou, Yuan Nation, He Chunhua.

He Lingchuan took big strides, hurrying to see his own father.

The He family is a large mansion covering twenty-five mu, which is converted into more than 16,000 square meters in units familiar to He Lingchuan. This is not big or small among the wealthy, but the architecture has characteristics, black tiles and white walls, and the pavilions in the garden are exquisite and delicate, which is completely different from the roughness of Heishuicheng.

For example, the courtyard gate that He Lingchuan just walked through is built in the shape of a treasure vase, and a fifteen-year-old old plum blossom tree behind the gate blooms with flowers in the middle of winter. Looking from the Treasure Pavilion in the corner of the garden at this time, the yellow plum blossoms just bloom at the mouth of the treasure vase, with graceful posture, really looking like they grew out of the vase!

This kind of interest is said to be particularly particular only in the high-ranking households in the interior, but He Chunhua loves it very much.

Last year, a new craftsman didn't know the reason and cut the branches of the plum blossom tree, splitting this beautiful scene in two cuts. The Prefect, who was known for his good temper, was furious for the first time.

Furthermore, the material for the white walls of the He Zhai is hard to find. The He family specially transported it from the interior of the Yuan Nation, and as a result, the labor cost was more expensive than the material. What's more, Heishuicheng is patronized by wind and sand for seven or eight months a year, and the outer layers of the buildings are all yellowish. Do you want to brush a big white wall to attract dust?

But He Chunhua insisted on doing so. In order to prevent the white walls from turning into yellow walls, he even specially added a magic array to the outer perimeter of the mansion to avoid wind and sand erosion.

Just looking at the uniqueness of the He Zhai, He Lingchuan also understood who the original body's self-will was inherited from.

He walked through the courtyard and actually saw the Prefect standing at the door of the miscellaneous material room, followed by the loyal butler, Old Mo.

The miscellaneous material room is mainly used for stacking tools and sundries, and only servants come in and out, and the owners of the He Zhai usually don't get close. But now He Chunhua is beckoning to his son: "Come quickly!"

He Chunhua became Prefect seven years ago and is only thirty-four years old now, in his prime. Standing there, he is still a handsome man with a long body.

Walking on the streets of Heishuicheng, the Prefect can often attract young girls and young women to look back frequently.

Only when walking close to him like He Lingchuan can one find one or two silver hairs mixed in his black hair.

Over the years, he has also been exhausted.

"Old man, I have something..."

He Chunhua waved his hand to interrupt his words: "Come in, I have something to show you."

With a solemn face, he led his son and Uncle Hao into the miscellaneous material room. Butler Old Mo closed the door behind him and stood by the door on guard.

The daylight was bright, so He Lingchuan saw that the long table where the craftsmen usually stacked sundries had been cleared, and a behemoth was placed on it.

This is...

"Leopard King!" the young man gasped, his father actually sent someone to transport it back?

Lying on the long table, isn't it a dead leopard? But its body is huge, comparable to a rhinoceros, and even lying down quietly, it gives people a full sense of oppression.

Compared with the leopard demon that fell off the cliff with him, it is a dwarf.

How powerful a monster must this thing have been when it was alive?

The leopard corpse has a yellow background with black spots, and the fur is very beautiful, but unfortunately, several large holes have been opened, and it is covered in blood.

The leopard's hind legs have also been broken, and everyone can still smell the strong bloody smell, but there are no flies or insects flying around nearby.

He Lingchuan noticed that the leopard corpse showed no signs of decay. Reaching out to press it, the fur was slightly soft.

It is said that a centipede dies but does not stiffen. This Leopard King has been dead for many days, but the corpse does not decay, which shows that it had profound cultivation before death, and its body has reached the realm of "invincibility."

Conversely, how powerful must the opponent who killed it be?

"How long has it been dead?"

"Almost forty days." He Chunhua lifted one of the leopard's front legs, and He Lingchuan and Uncle Hao could see that its belly had been cut open, obviously having undergone an autopsy.

"Forty days ago?" He Lingchuan calculated, "Indeed, almost before I was attacked."

The leopard demon was right; the leopard den in the Western Mountains was really slaughtered.

"I have sent someone to confirm that the leopard demon's lair in the Western Mountains was wiped out, from the Leopard King down to the cubs less than two months old." He Chunhua paused and continued, "During this period, merchants coming and going have repeatedly discovered fire foxes in the Western Mountains, and several times they have seen them lying in the sand nests basking in the sun, very comfortable."

He Lingchuan said "Oh": "The Western Mountains are the territory of the sand leopard, and they will never allow fire foxes to invade unless something happened to them."

"Yes, so I sent someone to take a walk around the Western Mountains and found thirty-four leopard corpses and more than a dozen human corpses near the leopard den, and the traces of the battle covered two mountain peaks. Most of the dead people were unarmed and physically ordinary. Judging from the wounds, they were often killed with one blow, and they should be the servants of the sand leopard. They spent another five days bringing this leopard corpse back to the city for clues."

It is not strange that humans appear in the lair of the demon race. Either they are food or servants, basically they are all civilians who were plundered. Monsters that have opened their wisdom also like to enjoy, and the meticulous dexterity of humans is something other ethnic groups cannot learn.

Dying so cleanly, He Lingchuan can only think of four words:

Killing (leopard) to silence.

"Old man, why did the news of the leopard den in the Western Mountains being slaughtered only arrive now? This is too slow!"

He Chunhua was accustomed to his complaints: "A sand tornado blew in the west of the Panlong Desert for more than ten days, and no one could get close."

The Panlong Desert is a place that eats people on weekdays, and it is even more terrible when a sandstorm rises. No matter how capable you are, you have to honestly wait for it to finish blowing before you can do anything.

He Lingchuan touched his chin, secretly thinking that the sand leopard in the Western Mountains was indeed secretly communicating with his own father.

This is not strange. Heishuicheng guards the Red Cliff Trade Route, so it is inevitable to deal with the sand bandits around. The sand bandits who come and go to plunder are not only humans, but more are demon races. The sand leopard in the Western Mountains is just one of the forces.

Qiansong County also knows that the Red Cliff Trade Route is a big piece of fat. As long as there is profit, sand bandits will grow out of a nest after another, growing faster than wild grass. Therefore, He Chunhua has been beating and intimidating the large groups of sand bandits within a radius of two hundred miles while negotiating and winning them over, which is the so-called "combining kindness and power." Over the years, the relationship between the two sides has actually been quite good, belonging to the tacit understanding of winking at each other.

As for whether the two sides have more complex cooperation, He Chunhua didn't say, and the previous He Lingchuan didn't ask. ===== CHAPTER 5 =====