Chapter 577

Although A Jin begged for the Cold Dove Powder from Wu Qing, and he subsequently reported it to Hong Chenglue, as He Lingchuan said, A Jin knew nothing about poisons. Clearly, giving her sugar pills would have been enough to brush her off, so why did Wu Qing give her the real poison? Who wanted A Jin's life?

"When two armies are at war, the disaster shouldn't involve the family. My father didn't do well; he was too utilitarian." He Lingchuan took a light breath, "I don't know what kind of grudges you have with the experts of Beijia, but every debt has its debtor. My father only kidnapped A Jin; he didn't kill her, and he didn't want to kill her at all."

He Chunhua only wanted to use A Jin to repel the enemy. If he killed A Jin and created a strong enemy for himself for no reason, what good would that do? Leaving morality aside, if He Chunhua's approach could succeed in forcing Hong Chenglue to retreat, many soldiers would have been saved in the Hanhe Battle.

Wasn't this the optimal solution he made after weighing the pros and cons?

However, someone didn't want to see this situation.

"You aren't drawing your sword now because you know in your heart that the murderer who forced A Jin to her death wasn't me." He Lingchuan said again, "It's just that it's too powerful, and even you are powerless to resist, so you have to pin all the resentment on my father's account. In this respect, you are no different from those numb and weak civilians in White Deer Town."

Not daring to resent the powerful, only able to bully the weak.

Hong Chenglue pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and a trace of cold light spilled out.

The other party's sarcasm made his anger even more intense.

However, He Lingchuan looked directly into Hong Chenglue's eyes without fear: "You can spread my real name and identity as you please. Countless outsiders flee into Beijia every year; some are heinous criminals, others are citizens of enemy nations, but Beijia never cares, and they all live well here."

He even smiled: "Why do you think I would be treated differently by Beijia?"

He Lingchuan's reliance didn't come from nowhere.

People have always yearned for powerful existences. Since Beijia is called the Land Favored by Gods, there is no telling how many monsters and humans want to squeeze in here. As far as He Lingchuan knows, Beijia does not reject talented people, nor does it care much about their background—even if they are from enemy nations.

This is the confidence brought by power.

He Lingchuan had long known that Beijia didn't care about the battles within the Yuan Nation, and even when National Teacher Shuangye allocated a portion of Yuan power to support Nian Zanli, it was opposed domestically.

In other words, Beijia didn't take the Yuan Nation seriously at all and didn't treat it as an opponent. So what was there to be surprised about He Lingchuan, the son of a mere Yuan Nation Xiazhou Manager, entering Lingxu City? Here, people with thicker criminal records and more complex backgrounds than him, but who lived better than him, could be found everywhere.

What was special about He Lingchuan that was worth Beijia's attention? "Look around, who cares about the Yuan Nation in the west? Who cares about your experiences in the Yuan Nation? And who would care that your enemy from the Yuan Nation also appeared here?"

The guests around were chatting and laughing, a scene of singing and dancing.

This is Lingxu City; the citizens of the Land Favored by Gods have the qualification not to care about anyone.

Hong Chenglue didn't speak, staring at him fixedly.

He Lingchuan looked at him calmly, unafraid: "As the Chiyan Special Envoy, I came to Lingxu City to assist in the investigation of the longevity medicine case. If you attack me now, you are inviting unnecessary trouble."

Hong Chenglue's gaze changed slightly. This little guy, he seems a bit different from a few months ago?

"Oh? What trouble?" He sneered, "You really can overestimate yourself."

"General Hong." He Lingchuan said seriously, "Although you have been restored to your official position, you are just an idle general in Lingxu City right now. If you get involved in some messy business, perhaps you won't be among the candidates to go to the eastern front to fight."

Just at this moment, an attendant ran over quickly and said to the two: "The two of you, the auction is about to start, His Highness the Chiyan Crown Prince invites you!"

Fushan Yue had noticed the situation here.

The murderous intent in Hong Chenglue's eyes faded, and he said coldly: "The matter between us isn't over yet."

He Lingchuan smiled and raised his hand: "Please."

Hong Chenglue also reached out and took a glass of wine from the little tree spirit's tray, then walked toward the venue first without looking back.

He Lingchuan walked back unhurriedly, his expression calm, but his back was already soaked with sweat.

Was he not afraid of Hong Chenglue revealing his background? He was scared to death!

Bai Ziqi had been investigating his background and might even have sent people to the Fu Nation to inquire. Once he heard that He Lingchuan was from the Yuan Nation and came from the Panlong Desert, he would probably easily equate him with the Great Fanghu.

Given Lingxu City's emphasis on the Great Fanghu, he would definitely not have a good end.

Fortunately, Hong Chenglue didn't know these things.

He didn't know that He Lingchuan's life was actually already in his own hands.

He Lingchuan secretly let out a breath.

Lingxu City, this place, is truly full of thorns at every step.

How many enemies did he have in total? They were all here; if they sat down, they could probably make up two tables of mahjong.

Damn it.

Only then did he have the leisure to observe that little tree spirit—

It was indeed fake.

Actually, this was a puppet with ordinary craftsmanship. Theoretically speaking, it was no different from his Golden Armor Bronze Man or Wu Shaoyi's flying pigeons, but this thing actually needed an operator. He Lingchuan turned behind it and discovered that this was a creature of unknown origin, wearing a small tree spirit's outer skin, shuttling through the venue to serve tea and wine to people, doing the work of an attendant.

Although it was a bit slow, it had indeed disrupted the expectation of the two attacking, which was a great help to He Lingchuan.

Therefore, he took a silver ingot from his bosom and placed it on the little tree spirit's tray: "Thank you."

The little tree spirit immediately thanked him for the reward: "Guest is generous!"

But a figure half a head shorter squeezed in from the side, unceremoniously snatched the silver from its tray, and scolded: "What 'Guest is generous,' do you think this is still serving plates in a restaurant? You should say 'Thank you for your patronage'!"

He Lingchuan looked down and saw a long-armed ape beside him with white hair on its forehead.

Uh, a few days ago he participated in a one-day tour of the suburbs of Lingxu, wasn't this guy the tour leader and guide, seemed to be called Old Ge?

Why did he run to Dunyuan again? He Lingchuan frowned: "This is a tip for it."

The long-armed ape Old Ge grinned: "They all work for me, and the money they get is also distributed by me! Guest don't worry, its share won't be missing!"

The little tree spirit landed on its shoulder, and it really didn't seem to have any resentment.

"Aren't you taking tour groups?"

"As long as it's a job that can make money, I do it." Old Ge laughed, "Dunyuan auction, Chief Manager Fang said there were still a few eye-catching gimmicks missing, so I brought people here."

"People?"

The little tree spirit lifted its hood, revealing its true face.

It turned out to be a group of mantis-like monsters, which could fly, but their appearance was dark and ugly, so after putting on the puppet shell, they looked much better.

He Lingchuan's heart moved: "You are really familiar with the Lower City."

Dunyuan auction looked loose, but in fact, one couldn't enter without an invitation, and one couldn't enter without being a powerful person, so not just anyone could come. This ape demon wasn't bragging last time in the tour group; he knew everyone from the upper three classes to the lower nine classes, and could be considered half a local snake.

Old Ge patted his chest: "More than just the Lower City? I'm also well-connected in the Upper City."

"Good." He Lingchuan exchanged contact information with him, "If I have something, I'll find you."

"Sure, sure."

He Lingchuan walked back slowly and sat down beside Fushan Yue.

On the stage, another auction item had just been hammered down.

"Next item, auction item number 1111, unknown curiosity, starting price three silver taels."

He Lingchuan was surprised: "Why is it still this one?"

Before he was pulled away by Hong Chenglue for a private conversation, the auction was already bidding on this bull's horn. How could it not be sold yet after he finished talking with Hong Chenglue, chatted with the long-armed ape Old Ge for a while, and walked back? What the auctioneer was displaying on the stage was indeed that curiosity shaped like a bull's horn, even the color was exactly the same.

Such a small thing couldn't sell for much, and the auction time it occupied should be very short. For a big-name auctioneer like the one on the stage, giving it twenty seconds would be considered a favor.

Fushan Yue rolled his eyes, also a bit impatient. He was waiting to see the competition for the Boundless Gold, but was delayed by this little piece of junk: "Just now, when they were about to auction this thing, the auctioneer discovered that the description provided by the organizer was wrong, so they auctioned others first."

He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows and kept his hands firmly in check, simply ignoring the Divine Bone Necklace that kept heating up.

There were too many strange things happening around these unknown curiosities; first, the display cabinet was monitored, then the bull's horn was suddenly changed from Tianyu Tower to Hanxiang Hall for auction, and the first time it started, they claimed they took the wrong information...

It was almost as if they were waiting specifically for him!

As soon as this thought arose, He Lingchuan felt a bit creepy.

When he first arrived in Lingxu City, the Zhaixing Tower wanted to catch him; he was now full of vigilance toward everything around him.

No matter what the Divine Bone Necklace wanted, it wasn't worth him taking the risk to get it now.

So he simply ignored the auction of the bull's horn, just asked for a glass of wine, and whispered to Fushan Yue under the stage.

Unknown curiosities were actually not that easy to sell; the auctioneer called out twice, and no one responded.

Seeing that the curiosity was about to fail to sell, he was about to knock the gavel and call "Next item," when someone below raised their paddle:

"Me."

He Lingchuan glanced out of the corner of his eye, what a coincidence, it was the complaining guest from by the display cabinet earlier.

The square-faced, big-eared companion was still sitting beside him: "Hey, do you really want this thing?"

"Just want it, it's not expensive."

After he bid, the auctioneer had to count down again.

Fortunately, no one competed with him for this thing, and finally, the gavel fell, and it was sold for three silver taels! The complaining guest happily paid the money and took the thing.

The Soul-Sucking Mirror in He Lingchuan's bosom couldn't help but say: "You seem to want this?"

He said "Mm."

"Why didn't you bid?"

He Lingchuan didn't answer; he was beside Fushan Yue, and this person had amazing hearing, how could he chat with the mirror casually? "Then turn back, knock this chatterbox unconscious, and grab the thing?"

He Lingchuan shook his head slightly.

Forget it, Lingxu City is so big, there are so many treasures, the Divine Bone Necklace doesn't have to eat this bull's horn, right? Next time, find a more delicious one for it, and won't that be the end of it? At this time, the guests below were already urging: "Alright, alright, next item, next item!"

(End of chapter)