Chapter 515

An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Jiao Yu leaned against the window and looked outside: "Those two watching from the pavilion opposite don't even know how to cover it up; they haven't moved for half a day."

"It's not just the two of them doing this job, so it's the same whether they do it well or poorly."

The opponent tried every means to put some monitoring supernatural powers or small props into his room, but He He Lingchuan held the treasure mirror in his hand and could scan them out and clean them up every time.

Then he went downstairs, whistling while walking to the "Perfume Shop" a few dozen zhang away, which was a public bathhouse, soaked for an hour, and only then came up feeling relaxed to sleep.

What Rain-Resting Pavilion on the east bank of Red Luan Lake, screw that. Mai Xuewen wanted to use a note to fish him around? He thought too highly of himself.

If he wanted to cooperate, he had to show sincerity.

When it got dark and he closed his eyes, another night passed.

Recently, it had been calm in the Panlong Dream, and He He Lingchuan practiced martial arts every day without being disturbed, and when he had time, he would go to the Martial Arts Hall to challenge the ring, almost returning to the cultivation state of forgetting food and sleep at the very beginning.

After the battle with the Fan brothers, he had many insights that needed to be consolidated.

The experience of walking between life and death was most beneficial for the improvement of cultivation base and state of mind.

It was just too life-consuming.

That night, Cen Mansion.

Cheng Yu was still lying in the room, eyes closed, sleeping soundly.

He had been sleeping for more than ten hours without any sign of waking up, but his complexion had improved slightly, no longer as pale as gold paper.

It could be seen that the restorative effect of sleep should not be underestimated.

The guards watching him had already changed shifts several times; at this moment, they were sitting by the bed yawning, occasionally glancing at the transparent snail shell on the table.

Wu Bo had instructed that when the red lantern at the door of the small wooden house inside went out, they had to open the snail shell plug.

The light was always on; this person could really sleep.

Seeing others sleeping soundly while he had to sit and endure, the guard was complaining to himself when he heard the sound of small bells ringing outside.

Ding-ling-ling...

I heard that this is a warning of the arrival of something ghostly?

The guard gave a start and stood at the door, only to see the bells on the west side of the rope-bell array in the courtyard ringing.

The next step, that thing should be coming into the room? But before he could retreat, the bells on the north side of the rope-bell array suddenly rang.

And then the ones outside the courtyard rang.

And then, the courtyard fell into silence again.

Did that thing leave?

The guard looked back at the inner room. The bells in the room never rang.

What does this mean? The ghostly thing didn't enter the room, but turned halfway to the north?

What's in the north? He didn't dare to delay and called someone to report to Wu Bo.

After explaining, he looked at his companion's figure heading north and scratched his head: North?

A lot of people lived in the north, and Wu Bo seemed to live in the north too.

This matter also alarmed Cen Boqing. The next day, he had people get a lot of evil-repelling magic tools to guard the house.

I don't know if these magic tools were effective, but that ghostly thing didn't come again.

The next day, it was still raining.

The sound of rain hitting the lotus leaves was very helpful for sleep; He He Lingchuan slept for an extra hour before getting up, then wore a bamboo hat to eat the local famous Hu Wang Mazi beef sesame seed cake, paired with two bowls of rice noodle soup.

After that, he grabbed the fierce tiger and headed to the local scenic spot, Little Ling Mountain, where the wonder of "Ling Mountain Weaving Rain" was very famous.

Jiao Yu looked coldly at his state; he didn't look like he was investigating a case, and even less like his life was being targeted at every moment, but rather like he was out on vacation at public expense.

The sky was getting darker, and it couldn't help but remind the heartless Lord Special Envoy: "You still remember that we don't have evidence in our hands to directly convict Cen Boqing, right?"

He He Lingchuan shrugged.

"The Cen Mansion has been searching for Fu Fu Songhua's whereabouts, and it's only a matter of time before he's found. With the Fan brothers present, it's not easy for you and me to obstruct them, right?"

He He Lingchuan had a piece of malt candy in his mouth and nodded repeatedly: "Right."

Last time he snatched Fu Fu Songhua away purely by force, but now the other side had the Fan brothers holding the fort, so the advantage was no longer his. If He He Lingchuan made another move, it would just give Fan Sheng a chance to use all his killing moves—

That guy's hammer hit people very painfully.

Magistrate Tian just sent someone to report that Fan Sheng had forty or fifty subordinates who had just arrived in Baishajue.

This looked like they were recruited on the spot. It seemed that Fan Sheng was not on official business, otherwise, would there only be the two Fan brothers ambushing He He Lingchuan in the inn last time?

According to the Between Beijia Law, military generals are not allowed to bring troops when not on official business or duty, and can lead at most eight personal guards.

"Then why are you still so leisurely?" The fierce tiger glared at him.

This was a genuine tiger's glare; ordinary people would have been scared to the point of weak legs, but He He Lingchuan had seen it for so long that he didn't care at all.

"Do you already have a plan, with a strategy in mind?"

"What strategy?" He He Lingchuan looked blank. "What plan?"

"Hey..." Playing dumb like this was going too far.

However, a chaotic sound of footsteps rang out outside, and then there was a knock on the door, interrupting the fierce tiger's questioning.

The two looked at each other; the footsteps were very heavy, not like those of a practitioner.

"Who is it?"

Someone replied: "Here to deliver bathwater for you."

This was the voice of the shop assistant, whom He He Lingchuan had recognized after listening for several days, but at this moment he felt his tone was a bit strange: "When did I ask for bathwater?"

"Just now, did you forget?"

He He Lingchuan was slightly startled, waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew, and the door opened.

Outside stood three assistants, carrying a large wooden barrel.

He He Lingchuan stepped aside, and they moved the barrel into the guest room and placed it well, then poured in hot water one after another.

He just watched from the side.

Since moving into Baishajue, to prevent secret attacks, he had always gone to the public bathhouse to bathe and had never called for a large wooden barrel in the guest room.

So what was this all about? The others received their rewards and left, but the last one closed the door and turned to look at He He Lingchuan.

This assistant's eyes were straight, no longer as bright as usual, and no longer full of smiles.

He walked in and said in an indifferent tone:

"The Crown Prince's special envoy?"

The fierce tiger stood up at once.

He He Lingchuan waved his hand at it, looked at the assistant and thought for two breaths before asking:

"Are you Mai Xuewen?"

This guy was Mai Xuewen who had been lurking in the dark? Jiao Yu was startled, looked closely at his eyes, and felt something was wrong:

"You turned the shop assistant into a puppet?"

"Just borrowing him as a mouthpiece." The assistant said lightly. "Don't look for me; I'm very far away."

He He Lingchuan had spied on Lord Zhongsun Mou's interrogation through the eyeball spider and knew that Mr. Mai had planted eye mites in the eyes of the gatekeeper in Shuanglu Town to monitor his opponents.

The world is full of wonders, and there are many ways to monitor. Now he probably followed suit, just using an extra supernatural power to control people's minds.

"You are hiding your head and showing your tail; how do I know if you are the real Mai Xuewen?"

The assistant immediately said: "The pulp beads I hid in the painting were obtained by you, right? A total of three, plus four account books, a secret code, and a red jade thumb ring I often wear."

These were indeed things only Mai Xuewen and He He Lingchuan knew. This guy really couldn't wait any longer and came to He He Lingchuan first.

Whoever can't sit still is passive.

He He Lingchuan immediately closed the window and then set up a barrier: "The entire northern part of Chi Yan has been stirred up by you, what are you doing coming to me now?"

Everyone closes the window when bathing, so it's not conspicuous.

Mai Xuewen opened his mouth: "The Crown Prince's special envoy is truly courageous, able to eat and sleep well even in a dangerous situation."

He He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows; this guy really knew his situation like the back of his hand: "Oh? Where does the danger come from?"

"Killing the Crown Prince's special envoy would solve all their current troubles." Mai Xuewen looked at him and said, "You are in a desperate situation in Baishajue, and so many people want to get rid of you. Of course, you knew that long ago, otherwise how could the spellcaster invited by the Cen Mansion have failed in their secret attack?"

He He Lingchuan's heart moved slightly: "That guy's level is very high?"

"He once cursed a monarch to death and became famous in one battle."

The fierce tiger interrupted: "That country didn't have Yuan power?" How could a dignified monarch be harmed by evil spirits? Unless the national power was declining and almost non-existent.

"I don't know the specifics." The shop assistant controlled by Mai Xuewen tilted his head and was also carefully examining He He Lingchuan. "You were actually able to escape from his hands; it's truly surprising."

"Let's talk about business." He He Lingchuan poured himself a glass of water. "You didn't come to me to surrender, did you?"

Mai Xuewen smiled: "If I wanted to surrender, why would I have spent so much effort setting up clues for you before?"

He He Lingchuan asked the doubt he had long held: "Who exactly are you working for?"

"For myself." Mai Xuewen let out a long breath. "I have a deep hatred for the person behind the scenes, so I lurked in their team to collect clues and evidence, and then looked for an opportunity to hand them over to a capable person."

He He Lingchuan pointed at himself. A capable person, did he mean him?

"Killing monsters and taking beads in Zitian Township, that was all ordered by you, right?"

"It was me." Mai Xuewen didn't deny it. "If I don't do things, how can I gain the trust of the Cen family?"

He even said: "Among the six downstream lines that Wu Kai manages for Cen Boqing, I have always handed in the most pulp beads and caused the least trouble."

Good guy, an undercover agent. He He Lingchuan touched his nose: "So you are still a business pacesetter?"

Mai Xuewen shrugged: "If you want to do something, you have to do it best."

"There are quite a few wronged souls under your hands."

Mai Xuewen said lightly: "Survival of the fittest has always been the unchanging law of Between Beijia; if you stay here for a long time, you will also agree."

Those monsters were killed because they were too weak and naturally became the food on the strong's plate.

"So, Cen Boqing is actually hunting monsters and taking beads across the entire Between Beijia range?"

"Not bad. But I have been inquiring for many years and still don't know the specific members and locations of the other five groups." Mai Xuewen said, "This person Wu Kai is very cautious and never tells me much."

Jiao Yu interrupted: "What is he doing collecting pulp beads? Is he really going to refine immortality medicine?"

"In the past, a portion was sent to refine immortality medicine, and another portion was laundered as foreign goods, so that it could be imported openly." Mai Xuewen explained, "But recently, immortality medicine is in short supply, and I guess they don't have extra beads to launder outside."

"Launder?" He He Lingchuan wondered, "Can this kind of thing be imported openly?"

"Of course, as long as Between Beijia has demand." Mai Xuewen's voice had a faint mockery. "Otherwise, where do you think the raw pulp beads for the immortality medicine rewarded by the Emperor come from? Killing the country's own monster citizens to take beads would easily incite public anger if it spread."

"Importing from outside, the citizens won't beep." That way, the monsters that die are foreign, and the monster citizens of Between Beijia naturally don't care.

(End of chapter)