Chapter 508: A Big Gift in the Middle of the Night

He Lingchuan's opponent could summon a Hundred-Faced Nightmare, could invite the Fan brothers, and set up a chain trap; it could be said to be meticulous and cautious.

If anyone else faced this, it would be a dead end.

It just happened that He Lingchuan could escape alive.

For Zhongsun Mou and others, this was called one wrong step, every step wrong.

Wronged so unjustly.

"Although the curse master has likely fled far away, we should still try to pursue him." He Lingchuan grabbed a chair leg from his storage ring, pointing at the bloodstains on it. "Smell it, where did he flee?"

"..." Using it as a dog, how many times was this? Jiao Yu was already too lazy to care, sniffing carefully, "This person chews too much tobacco, his blood is full of smoke."

"No no, I just took this out of the fire." Is this guy reliable at all?

"I was just saying." Jiao Yu coughed, turned around the inn, walking while sniffing.

He Lingchuan was anxious but couldn't urge it.

Fortunately, Jiao Yu finally found the direction: "This way."

The man and the tiger ran northwest.

There were fewer and fewer low houses by the roadside, replaced by large mansions. Exquisite gates and walls, atmospheric architecture, not inferior even in the night.

Finally, Jiao Yu stopped in front of a large mansion.

He Lingchuan had passed so many houses, only this one had a seal on the door.

"No way?" Although saying this was a bit hurtful to the tiger, He Lingchuan couldn't help but say, "Are you sure you didn't lead the way wrong?"

This was the Jiao Mansion.

The place where Fu Songhua lived before being arrested.

How did the curse master flee here?

The fierce tiger sniffed hard: "No mistake, the smell of blood is very strong, it just leads here."

"And then?"

He followed the fierce tiger over the wall into the side room.

The fierce tiger walked in the front hall sniffing, finally standing by a clump of bamboo: "The smell disappears here."

"Here?" He Lingchuan drew his blade, slashing forward twice.

The blade energy shook the bamboo forest, and the birds and bats resting on the nearby trees were scared away.

But other than that, there was no other movement.

"There's no one here." Otherwise, it wouldn't have escaped the tiger with Yuan power.

He Lingchuan slowly sheathed his blade: "Someone came to meet him."

There are many ways to wipe out smells and eliminate traces. When he was a patrol guard, he learned no less than three or four kinds.

But the curse master fled here after being injured, it must be because someone was meeting him.

The two turned around the front and back of the house several times, found no new discoveries, and had to walk back.

Jiao Yu said hatefully: "No wonder Zhongsun Mou was so calm, it turns out he was sure we couldn't catch the person."

It asked He Lingchuan again: "You were ambushed by him, and you're completely fine?"

"This curse master invited a nightmare into my dream to harm me, but I broke it. The curse backlash he suffered shouldn't be small."

"Nightmare?" Jiao Yu was surprised, "There really is such a thing, I've only heard the name."

"Nightmares harm people, without anyone knowing." He Lingchuan remembered something and subconsciously stood still.

The fierce tiger also stopped to wait for him: "What?"

"Nothing." He Lingchuan shook his head, continuing to walk toward the inn, "Remembered a strange thing from before. Recalling it now, perhaps it was also done by a nightmare."

He Chunhua rushed to Xiazhou to take office, and a few days after arriving in Dunyu, the head of the four great families, the Li family head, old Master Li, suddenly died.

He could eat and sleep, and his body was very strong; old Master Li died in his dream, without a single wound on his body. It is said that the exorcism talismans were all there, but they didn't take effect.

Recalling it now, was that done by a nightmare?

He Lingchuan sighed, discovering that he wasn't surprised at all.

Perhaps he had known in his heart for a long time what was going on. After all, as soon as old Master Li died, the entire Dunyu was quickly controlled by the new Xiazhou governor.

After returning to the inn, He Lingchuan covered his abdomen and said: "It's still early before dawn, I have to hurry up and heal."

"Good night." Jiao Yu flicked its tail, "The other party shouldn't make a move again tonight, right?"

He Lingchuan closed the door, drank some water, and applied medicine to the wound.

He even got a souvenir in his dream, he had to go back and take a look.

According to the habit he had developed over the past few months, he had to unbuckle his blade and place it by his side, otherwise, it would be uncomfortable whether meditating or sleeping.

However, when He Lingchuan reached out to grab the scabbard this time, he felt the weight was wrong.

Looking down, there was only a scabbard by his waist.

Fusheng had disappeared.

Eh, where is my blade? Having been together for several months, the existence of this blade was as natural as breathing. He Lingchuan was stunned for a few breaths before his face changed greatly.

Didn't it say it wouldn't leave like the God Bone, and could automatically return when thrown? Could this blade still be lost?

There was a sudden flutter outside, and there was movement outside the window paper.

He Lingchuan's heart tightened, pouncing to the window and pushing it open, only to see a starling's wing stuck on a tree branch, struggling desperately.

Night navigation is prone to accidents.

He Lingchuan cut off the branch casually. The bird gained freedom and flew away, flapping its wings.

Hmm? Cut? He slowly lowered his head, looking at the long blade in his palm.

This feeling was indeed Fusheng, but where did it pop out from just now? As if responding to his question, Fusheng disappeared in the next second.

Could it be?

He Lingchuan was stunned for a moment, as if he understood what was going on, and silently recited "Blade come" in his heart.

As soon as the thought arose, the long blade appeared in his palm again.

The grip was very fitting.

He Lingchuan smiled from ear to ear: "Man and blade as one?"

In the middle of the night, suddenly giving him such a big gift, why are they so polite?

Actually, saying man and blade as one was a bit exaggerated; Fusheng blade was just taken into his body by him.

Ancient and medieval immortals could use their bodies as scabbards, using their own true energy to nourish magic treasures.

Unfortunately, the spirituality of later magic treasures became lower and lower, and the cost of such collection became higher and higher, so practitioners simply didn't collect them, wearing them by their waists like ordinary iron.

In this era, probably only quasi-divine artifacts or above could merge with their owners.

"What's going on, did you level up again?" He Lingchuan stroked the blade edge, remembering the powerful nightmare that the Great Fang Hu ate tonight, "Could it be because you guys had a good meal tonight?"

Fusheng blade naturally wouldn't react, but after He Lingchuan's inspection, he discovered that its characteristics seemed to have changed a little.

"Army-Breaking": Pierces the opponent's Yuan power, restoring the damage that should have been dealt, but the possibility of erupting was very slim.

Now this "very slim" had become "possible."

In other words, the possibility of him triggering the "Army-Breaking" characteristic in the future had increased by more than a notch.

As expected of his precious blade, it gave feedback after being fed something good. Unlike the Great Fang Hu, which was always that unresponsive dead thing no matter how many rare treasures it ate.

He Lingchuan felt that he would wake up laughing in his dream tonight! The door was knocked, and the tiger monster's voice came in: "What happened?"

It heard the sound of He Lingchuan opening the window again. In the middle of the night, why was there something happening over and over again?

"Nothing."

But the fierce tiger still scratched the door.

He Lingchuan had no choice but to let it in.

The fierce tiger jumped onto the couch and lay down: "Fine, I'll guard you."

When He Lingchuan lay down, the tiger began to lick its fur. It was a nocturnal animal, originally more energetic after dark.

He Lingchuan looked up, seeing it lying in the moonlight, its two eyes like lanterns.

This time the adjustment was directly entering a dream, and He Lingchuan stood under the Jula tree again.

Clearly, the Panlong dreamland understood his needs very well.

That net was still stuck on the tree fork. In the eyes of the Panlong City people, there was just a big rock in the net, and even the naughty children couldn't raise any interest in it.

He Lingchuan took the net down, but discovered that the nightmare's head had shrunk by half again, shouting for help at him frantically.

He asked the Jula tree: "Did you steal a bite?"

As soon as the words fell, the tree roots on the strange head fell off.

He Lingchuan couldn't laugh or cry; it was a bit too late to destroy the evidence now, right? This Jula tree was still young after all, couldn't help but steal a bite and then feel guilty.

He Lingchuan turned into an empty street corner before lifting the nightmare head to ask: "Answer the questions obediently, otherwise I'll bury you under the tree as fertilizer."

With his life in someone else's hands, what else could it say: "Ask away."

"Who sent you? Name."

"I said I don't know..." It was still full of resentment in its heart.

He Lingchuan held it and walked out: "Forget it, be tree fertilizer then."

"Stop stop, I'll say it!" The nightmare head shouted repeatedly, "That curse master is called Cheng Yu. He has been offering to us for many years, and whenever he encounters a tricky problem, he will invite us to take action."

"You guys are so particular, responding to every request?"

"That's not it, but the opponents Cheng Yu can't handle are usually very strong and delicious."

"What's the background of this Cheng fellow?"

"We are truly unclear about this." He Lingchuan moved his hand, and the strange head shouted, "I'm telling the truth. We don't pay much attention to reality."

"What about the Fan brothers?"

"What brothers?" The strange head looked confused, "Who?"

He Lingchuan grabbed it, making a gesture to throw it at the Jula tree, and the strange head shouted: "I swear, I don't know any Fan brothers! Never even heard of them."

Forget it, He Lingchuan was just asking casually.

He was also quite interested in the nightmare that even the Great Fang Hu took action against personally: "Why is it 'we'? How many faces does your main body have?"

"One hundred and twenty-seven. Our name is Hundred-Faced Nightmare, but actually, there are more than one hundred faces." The strange head said, "Every time an consciousness awakens, a face grows."

"Then how did the original 'Hundred-Faces' come about?"

"When in the human world, the main body was called Bai Zhu, an immortal. Many years ago—how long exactly, I can't remember—it was seriously injured and dying, and because it was unwilling to perish between heaven and earth, it tried every means to escape into the dreamland, settling down here ever since."

"Why seriously injured?"

"Don't remember either." The strange head said, "While we devour the essence of humans or monsters, we also receive their memories. These messy memories will slowly cover up our own original ones. After a long time, we don't even remember where we came from. The main body is the same; it only remembers its original name, and the rest has all been forgotten."

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