Chapter 414

The youth frowned when he saw him: "You come at this time? It's not safe."

Fujiu knelt down: "Young Master Ji, the matter is done."

Young Master Ji was startled and stood up abruptly, his voice rising by three degrees: "What did you say?"

Fujiu took out the wooden sculpture from his storage ring and placed it in the center of the room.

Young Master Ji hurriedly stepped forward to examine it, saying: "Light the lamp, more lamps!"

One lamp after another lit up, and Young Master Ji stared at the wooden sculpture without blinking: "Tell me the whole process."

Fujiu complied.

Hearing the last few sentences, Young Master Ji interrupted him: "Wait a moment, you didn't see my brother turn into a wooden sculpture with your own eyes?"

"... Yes, but the Young Master was running too fast at that time." Fujiu's heart was also shocked, "And this statue's appearance is clearly identical to the Young Master, even the clothes, the ring..."

"Extinguish the lamps!" Young Master Ji didn't listen to his defense, only saying to the people beside him, "Leave here immediately!"

The guards immediately clapped their hands twice by the window.

The neighbors were also their people; these two signals were to notify them to come out immediately.

However, there was silence after the applause.

The neighbor's house was quiet, and there wasn't a single shadow.

Young Master Ji said decisively: "Go!"

However, just as they opened the door, they saw six or seven people standing in the darkness, silent, but with ruthlessness in their eyes.

These were all Fu Shanyue's subordinates.

"It's so late, where are you going, Second Brother?" A voice came from behind.

Young Master Ji turned around abruptly, and to his shock, Fu Shanyue was sitting by the window, in the same position he had just been sitting in, his tone even very familiar: "Long time no see; shall we catch up?"

The moonlight passed through the window, making his left face white, while his right face was completely hidden in the darkness.

Seeing him, Fujiu's face also turned white.

Fu Shanyue's gaze turned to him and he smiled slightly: "Fujiu, you did your job very well."

The guards behind Young Master Ji glared at him angrily.

Fujiu knelt down with a 'thud': "Young Master, I..."

Before he could finish, there was a streak of blood on his throat.

Waiting for his corpse to fall slowly, Fu Shanyue flicked the blood from his fingertips. He was too lazy to even listen to the excuses of traitors.

"The plan was not bad; I almost fell for it." Fu Shanyue turned to Young Master Ji, making a gesture of 'a little bit', "Does Father know you made this plan?"

His eyeballs turned red bit by bit, and Young Master Ji's fingertips were trembling: "Even if I die, Father won't pass the position to you!"

"Why don't we wait and see?" Fu Shanyue smiled, "Oh right, you won't have the chance to see it."

Young Master Ji's eyes turned red: "I was wrong! We are biological brothers born of the same mother; for Mother's sake... Uncle Da!"

He suddenly slapped his hands on the backs of the guards beside him, pushing them toward Fu Shanyue, and threw something on the ground, breaking out of the door himself.

Only after landing and climbing up did he hear a loud noise behind him, and the air wave rolled over.

The residential house exploded.

This was a little backup plan he had prepared; he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

Young Master Ji was pushed out several zhang by the air wave, and Fu Shanyue's subordinates were also blown away, unable to gather for a while. It could be seen that the amount of dynamite used was quite sufficient.

He stood up, patted his trousers, and looked back at the broken house.

Suddenly, a shadow fell from the sky, landing beside him, splashing scorched earth everywhere.

Young Master Ji was startled, and looking closely, it was Fu Shanyue's wooden sculpture.

The wooden sculpture was on fire, burning happily, but a pair of dead fish eyes stared fiercely at Young Master Ji, making the latter subconsciously shiver.

There was wind behind him again; he held his breath and turned his head, unable to help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Uncle Da, you're here!"

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"This, this is too outrageous, right?" He Lingchuan rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing in front of him.

He was standing in the Nanmen Square of Panlongcheng.

This wide square, which he had walked dozens of times, had a new change today: above the huge fountain pool, that is, by the first bridge, there was suddenly an extra tree.

Strictly speaking, it was a small tree a little over one person tall.

He remembered that the last time he entered the dream, this position was a fixed stall selling yellow rice cakes and soy milk; the stall owner, a middle-aged woman, praised him for being handsome and would always enthusiastically cut an extra half-piece for him, trying to introduce her daughter to him without giving up.

But now there was an extra tree here.

There were quite a few trees in the Nanmen Square, providing shade in summer. But He Lingchuan paid so much attention to it only because this tree looked very familiar.

Those leaves, those branches, those few young aerial roots like whiskers...

Isn't this a Jula tree!

Although its size was pitifully small compared to the Treasure Tree King, a Jula tree was still a Jula tree.

The God Bone Necklace ate the Spirit Seed he provided; He Lingchuan had thought the power in the seed would be absorbed by the Great Fanghu, just like the treasures it had eaten several times before.

Who knew the Spirit Seed was an exception, not only not eaten but also planted in Panlongcheng.

He had only entered for a few days, and the seed had grown into a small tree; it really violated the laws of nature.

But thinking about the Tree Guards that the Treasure Tree King dropped all over the kingdom, those were also Spirit Seeds that grew in just a few days.

He Lingchuan appeared here as soon as he entered Panlongcheng; clearly, the dream wanted him to see this tree first.

The Great Fanghu wouldn't shoot without a target.

There were two small children playing with a ball under the tree; He Lingchuan walked over and asked them: "When was this tree planted?"

The children looked at him, shook their heads, and were blank.

He Lingchuan had no choice but to walk to a nearby shop and ask the uncle selling groceries: "Who came to plant the tree?"

"What?"

"That sapling." He Lingchuan pointed it out to him, "When was it planted?"

"Ah... I don't know." The uncle looked puzzled, "Hasn't it always been there?"

"Always is how long?" There must be a time limit, right? You can't just say forever.

The uncle tried hard to think, then shook his head: "Who can remember that?" There were so many trees in the square; could he remember the age of every tree, could he remember who planted every tree?

Are you kidding me?

With no results from the inquiry, He Lingchuan returned to the sapling and reached out to pat it.

It looked no different from an ordinary small tree; it was hard to imagine it could grow into a majestic and spectacular body like the Treasure Tree King. Come to think of it, could a Spirit Seed grow into a Tree Guard in the Panlong dream? He recalled the characteristics of the Jula tree and vaguely understood why the Spirit Seed could be transplanted by the Great Fanghu: the Jula tree had always had the characteristic of adapting to the netherworld.

Then the God Bone Necklace called Panlongcheng the City of the Dead, so a Jula tree growing in the City of the Dead didn't seem out of place? Of course, it being planted here might have other profound meanings; He Lingchuan had nowhere to ask about this.

He could only pat the tree body: "Good luck."

In Panlongcheng, what kind of nutrients would a Jula tree need to absorb to grow?

Counting the days, it seemed to be his turn to guard the No. 7 arena today.

If he didn't go again, the title of arena master would be lost.

Passing through Yunling Island, which was the shop he rented out, the fat shopkeeper Bai Guo was talking to someone at the shop door. Looking up and seeing He Lingchuan, his eyes lit up, and he rushed over: "Little Brother He, you finally came!"

He Lingchuan looked at his agile pace that was seriously inconsistent with his figure, and immediately had the intention to leave: "I'm not buying."

This profiteer always wanted to push magic tools on him, so he could earn back the rent. He Lingchuan had actually been fooled twice, and after buying them back, he slapped his head—what the hell did he need these things for, as if he could really use them.

"Oh my, there are no good goods today. There's trouble again at the border of Xiji Kingdom, and several batches of goods have been detained there and can't come over... This bunch of heaven-killing people will suffer retribution sooner or later." Bai Guo laughed dryly, "Brother He, I just have something to discuss."

This guy actually said he had no good goods, so this matter must be a big deal. He Lingchuan turned and left: "I have something to do too, another day."

Bai Guo stuffed a delicate small bamboo tube into his hand: "Stay!"

He Lingchuan took a look—chewing tobacco.

It was also produced in Beijia. Now he could accurately distinguish the brands of chewing tobacco; this should come from the Treasure Tree Demon Kingdom!

Bai Guo took the opportunity to pull him into the shop.

"I want to ask you for a favor!" There was no one in the back hall today, so Bai Guo started pulling, "Business hasn't been very good lately..."

He Lingchuan flicked his sleeves: "Don't talk about rent reduction."

"No, no." Bai Guo's smile froze, "I want to tell you, uh, can you, uh..."

"Uh?" It was rare to see this oil merchant stutter; it seemed the matter was a big deal.

Bai Guo sighed and said directly: "I want to terminate the lease, giving you a heads-up in advance."

He Lingchuan was surprised: "I see your business here is quite good, with people coming and going often full." I'm being lenient by not raising your rent.

Besides, shops on Wang Lin Street weren't available whenever you wanted them; you had to queue to open a shop here.

"Hey, to tell you the truth, I received a piece of news, great news." Bai Guo sighed at first, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up later, "We might be able to, be able to return to our country!"

"Hmm?" He Lingchuan didn't react for a moment, "Return to our country?"

Return to which country?

"Xiluo!" Bai Guo's face became rounder when he smiled, "Return to our motherland."

He Lingchuan's head buzzed. Panlong Wasteland wasn't an exclave, having broken off contact with the motherland.

"How do you say?"

"It's like this, I have a reliable source saying that the monarch is considering moving everyone on Panlong Wasteland back!" There were people in the front hall, so Bai Guo lowered his voice, "Once the relocation order comes down, we can return to our country!"

"That's not right, is it?" He Lingchuan, however, had no joy, "Where is the road back?" An exclave is called an exclave because it's blocked on all four sides.

"There is, there is." Bai Guo said, "I heard that Baling Kingdom will temporarily open the Jin Xi Corridor to let us move back to our country."

He Lingchuan laughed twice: "Can Baling Kingdom's words be trusted?"

"Probably the credibility of this matter is very high, and it is very likely to succeed." Bai Guo smiled, "I will pay you three months' rent individually, and then go to the government to withdraw the lease. You just need to agree, how about it?"

"What if I don't agree?"

"If you don't agree, once the relocation order comes down, everyone in the city will have to leave sooner or later. By then, you won't be able to collect rent either."

Last day of the double period, ask for monthly tickets!!!

(End of chapter)