Chapter 557

Bai Guo took out another small wooden bottle three inches high: "This is also for you!"

The stopper was plugged very tightly, He Lingchuan shook it lightly, and inside were tiny particles. "What's this?"

"This is fish paste!" The Fat Fatty explained, "A specialty of the seaside of the Song Nation, the essence boiled slowly from various seafood! Put a drop or two when cooking, and the flavor is so fresh! It's like two different dishes. You go back and try it, it's guaranteed to be delicious."

He Lingchuan didn't dare to refuse, and glanced at the shop again; many guests also bought fish paste, but they were all large wooden bottles.

The profiteer gave him a trial pack.

Gange Hall.

This stone house was still bare, without any decoration.

He Lingchuan remembered that the last two times he came on duty, it was during the autumn heat, and it was terribly hot. Military officers were fine, as they had cultivation and were not afraid of cold or heat, but half-baked spell practitioners like Wen Daolun were sweating profusely.

Fortunately, the weather had turned cool now, and it was much more comfortable inside.

After the usual full-body security check, He Lingchuan was allowed to enter.

There were four soldiers guarding outside the hall, and he was the only one inside.

However, someone was already waiting in the hall, and had poured himself a cup of tea.

This was a scholar in a long robe, and the left hand holding the teacup was missing the little finger.

He Lingchuan saw his face clearly and couldn't help but be startled, his footsteps stopping.

The scholar faced the door and smiled at him: "Hello."

He Lingchuan's calmness was far better than before; he was distracted for only a brief moment before reacting and stepping into the hall: "Hello."

This person was in his early forties, his face haggard but not hiding his handsomeness, with a mole between his eyebrows.

Most importantly, He Lingchuan recognized this face:

Shao Jian.

Although wrinkles had been carved by the years and frost, and his temples had been dyed white, He Lingchuan could recognize at a glance that this was the nephew of the late Yuan King, Shao Jian!

He had seen the conversation between this uncle and nephew in the illusion of the Thousand Star City ruins.

Years ago, the Yuan King knew that the situation was gone and the Yuan Nation could not be saved, so he entrusted the Great Fang Hu, the Black Dragon Blade, and the Divine Bone Necklace to his nephew Shao Jian, telling him to flee to Xiluo overnight and hand over the three-piece set to Zhong Shengguang.

Of course, he must have succeeded, otherwise there would be no Panlongcheng today.

But He Lingchuan never expected that the person in the illusion would appear before his eyes, alive... well, it couldn't be called alive, after all, this wasn't reality.

But this was enough to make his heart surge.

Spanning nearly two hundred years of time and space, he finally saw another person who should be recorded in history!

Should be.

Because Shao Jian acted secretly, his connection with Zhong Shengguang and Panlongcheng was not written into history. But He Lingchuan knew very well that this person was the beginning of this turbulent and tragic song of Panlongcheng.

Facing Shao Jian, He Lingchuan had mixed feelings in his heart. It was only at this moment that he vaguely felt that the entanglement between Panlongcheng and himself was already too deep, and they were profoundly influencing each other.

Did Zhong Shengguang, who held the Great Fang Hu back then, have the same feeling? Perhaps it was his fiery gaze that made Shao Jian a little strange, and the latter was also sizing up this teenager: "Have we met before?"

He Lingchuan shook his head: "I don't think so."

He didn't ask for the other party's name or background. Soldiers on duty at the Gange Hall only look and don't ask.

But Shao Jian was obviously not subject to this restriction: "What is your surname?"

"He."

"This is the first time I've seen such a young soldier appear in the Gange Hall." This teenager looked at most seventeen or eighteen, and he was already qualified to be on duty at the Gange Hall. Shao Jian smiled, "General Hong must trust you deeply."

He Lingchuan said concisely: "Yes."

The last time he saw Shao Jian, this person was in his prime, full of heroic spirit; but now Shao Jian was nearly forty, about the same age as Zhong Shengguang, and his face already showed a bit of vicissitudes.

Although he was a practitioner, the years did not treat him kindly.

Shao Jian was about to speak when the door creaked open, and General Hong walked in alone in light armor.

The door of the Gange Hall was specially made to make noise, just to remind people in the hall.

He Lingchuan saw her, and his heart tightened slightly.

She didn't wear a mask, and that face was more beautiful than peach and plum blossoms, but it also carried the indifference of looking down on all living beings from the nine heavens.

There was no one behind her: "Close the door."

While He Lingchuan closed the door, Shao Jian also stood up and bowed respectfully to her: "Lady Mitian, long time no see."

"Shao Jian." General Hong pulled out a chair and sat down, "Was the journey peaceful?"

"Smooth all the way, no bandits or disasters, and no one followed."

As soon as He Lingchuan heard this, he knew that he had been hiding and dodging for twenty years, and he was extremely experienced in concealing his tracks.

General Hong was not completely relieved: "Stand in the sunlight."

The sun had passed the zenith and just tilted, and the sunlight shone in through the empty window. Shao Jian stood in the sunlight, his body as if plated with a layer of golden light.

General Hong casually pointed at He Lingchuan: "You too."

He Lingchuan immediately stood over, shoulder to shoulder with Shao Jian, bathing in the sunlight together.

General Hong took out an open golden bowl from somewhere, with half a piece of incense inside. She reached into the bowl and wiped it, and the incense burned without fire, emitting wisps of milky white smoke.

The smell of the incense smoke was solemn and dignified; He Lingchuan smelled it and felt as if he were standing in a temple.

General Hong blew toward the two of them, and the smoke drifted over and permeated his whole body, condensing without dispersing.

Neither of them dared to move.

After five or six breaths, in the sunlight and white mist, He Lingchuan was shocked to find a faint black line on Shao Jian's shoulder, leading straight out the window.

General Hong said in a deep voice: "You are being watched."

Shao Jian was startled, and when he turned his head, he saw the antenna-like black silk on his shoulder.

He brushed it twice, as if brushing away nothing.

The black line was still there, lingering, but stubborn and not leaving.

He Lingchuan checked himself, and sure enough, there was nothing.

He was very clean, and General Hong only glanced at him before turning her attention to Shao Jian.

Shao Jian was suspicious: "What is this?"

"Attention from other gods." General Hong blew another puff of white smoke over, and Shao Jian's whole body was covered by the smoke, so much so that He Lingchuan was about to be unable to see his facial features, "Humans cannot remove it."

What was magical was that Shao Jian didn't feel the smoke choking in it, but breathed freely.

"This mist can block their peeping; otherwise, once the thread of fate is broken, they will pay more attention to you." After saying that, General Hong reached out and grabbed Shao Jian's shoulder, pulling gently, like brushing away a light spider web.

That so-called thread of fate was broken just like that!

The god who cast this silk thread must be very curious about who could break it. However, Shao Jian was shrouded in Mitian's mist, so they couldn't locate him.

General Hong grabbed this black line and threw it directly into the golden bowl.

With a puff, the flame turned black, bursting out a cloud of black mist.

A figure appeared in the black mist, with a pair of large wings, like a butterfly and also like a large moth.

"So it's this thing." General Hong waved her hand, and the smoke in the air dissipated instantly, and the sunlight shrouded Shao Jian again, "Good news, this is not a god worshipped by Beijia, so you haven't been targeted by the northern demon country yet. Shao Jian, which country you passed through before, or which person you know, worships the god Dune?"

Shao Jian was slightly stunned, thought for a while and said: "That might be a small country I passed by in the desert, very far from here. But the god they worship is also in human form, not this, this appearance."

Besides Beijia, there were of course other countries that publicly worshipped gods. But none of them could keep up with the powerful northern demon country.

General Hong said indifferently: "Human believers are the most numerous, so the image of gods appearing in the world is mostly in human form."

He Lingchuan heard the subtext: the true body of the gods might not be so.

"Don't go there in the future." General Hong put away the golden bowl, "After all, separated by a world, the attention of these wild gods is often broken for various reasons, not just human intervention. As long as you don't walk into its field of vision again, it's nothing. Hmm, I have a task to entrust to you."

Shao Jian looked solemn: "Please instruct."

He Lingchuan looked at them, curious in his heart.

The Yuan King once wanted him to tell Zhong Shengguang to try every means to destroy the Great Fang Hu; but now, Zhong Shengguang not only didn't act according to the Yuan King's warning, but used the Great Fang Hu to summon the god Mitian to the world.

So, what is Shao Jian's relationship with Panlongcheng now? He is likely the only bloodline of the Yuan King family left in the world, He Lingchuan thought, this person couldn't just stay out of it and spend the rest of his life in the rivers and seas after handing over the three-piece set, right? General Hong took out another item and spread it in her palm.

This was a strange day; the people and things appearing in Panlongcheng one after another were all beyond He Lingchuan's expectations.

The thing General Hong took out looked like a copper tube, only the size of a middle finger, with an unknown monster head carved on the top of the tube, sharp mouth, short nose, fine teeth, small ears, and a ferocious face, like a pig head beaten to a pulp.

The short tube was also engraved with patterns, like patterns and like words, but not ancient immortal language.

The tube was inlaid with a gemstone, hollow, inside which seemed to have some red substance, sometimes flowing as liquid, sometimes vaporizing into mist.

As soon as this thing appeared, He Lingchuan widened his eyes, because he actually recognized it:

Punishment Dragon Pillar! After He Chunhua led the Xiazhou army to fight the Xunzhou cavalry in Xinhuang Town, the disciple of the Beijia National Master secretly carried this kind of Punishment Dragon Pillar to collect the evil energy on the battlefield.

At that time, the disciple confessed that the Punishment Dragon Pillar was an ancient treasure, taken from the copper pillars on the edge of the Dragon Slaughtering Field; and the so-called evil energy was the resentment, fear, and anger of the soldiers before they died, and Beijia wanted to collect it and take it back for salvation.

But later, according to the correction of the Soul-Sucking Mirror, evil energy is actually the life essence on people, which just dissipates into the air after death.

What surprised He Lingchuan even more was General Hong, or rather, the next sentence of Mitian:

"This thing, I finally made it!"

Her voice carried a rare emotion.

Mitian can make the Punishment Dragon Pillar?

He Lingchuan's thoughts turned rapidly; why did she want to make this kind of thing?

Does Panlongcheng also need to collect evil energy?

(End of chapter)