Chapter 634: Fang Canran's Achilles' Heel

He Lingchuan said slowly, "At that time, this signet ring was worn on a man's hand." He spoke slowly, but his footsteps didn't stop.

Ninth time.

This time, it was Fang Canran's turn to have his attention attracted: "Who?"

"This person is surnamed Shao." He Lingchuan laughed, "Mr. Fang, have you ever heard the name 'Shao Jian'?"

Fang Canran was speechless.

He Lingchuan happened to walk past the mirror, and taking advantage of his distraction, he smashed an elbow onto the mirror surface.

With a few bangs, the perfectly transparent mirror shattered into seven or eight pieces.

The formation eye was broken!

He Lingchuan saw Fang Canran standing in the back hall and casually threw out the Fusheng Blade.

No, no way, the Heart-Piercing Mirror was actually broken? How was it broken? The look in this person's eyes when he looked at him was like seeing a ghost; he was stunned for a moment before turning around and fleeing.

The Fusheng Blade arrived, but was bounced back by the "Come-and-Go Armor."

He Lingchuan also pounced, grabbed Fusheng, and slashed at Fang Canran.

The golden shield in front of him didn't know how many times it was hit, and finally shattered.

By this time, Fang Canran had just fled to the back garden, and the blade light all over the sky was collected into a bundle, which was placed on his neck.

"If you want to die, just move." The light in He Lingchuan's eyes was brighter than the blade edge.

In two short moments, the strength and weakness had swapped.

The blade's energy surged, leaving a small bloodstain on Fang Canran's neck. He didn't dare to move, and at the same time, he was puzzled: "You, how did you untie the Earth Immortal Rope, how did you find the formation eye?"

Why was the Soul-Shocking Thunder ineffective against He Lingchuan?

He really couldn't understand the youth in front of him; why did every method he carefully arranged fail? "What kind of formation are you using, why use a mirror?" He Lingchuan was too lazy to explain; did he look like a teacher who loved to educate people?

"Mehehe, he's not afraid of being laughed at; Old Paper is the ancestor of mirrors!" The Soul-Absorbing Mirror laughed wildly in his arms, but unfortunately, only the master could hear it.

"Hands behind your back." He Lingchuan had long since put away the Earth Immortal Rope, replaced it with a spider-silk rope, looped it onto Fang Canran's neck, and then tied his hands, his movements unusually skilled.

The delightful binding segment.

"Binding people has to be done this way to be secure, understand?" How many prisoners and demons had He Lingchuan caught on the Panlong Wasteland? If nothing else, he had learned at least fifteen ways to bind ropes.

As for the Soul-Shocking Thunder, hehe, its power was all blocked by the Soul-Absorbing Mirror. When it came to soul-absorbing and soul-shocking skills, it was just a younger brother in front of the mirror.

"You have to accurately break the Heart-Piercing Mirror on the ninth time to be useful. If you hit the wrong one, this cycle will be disrupted and restarted. Who knows which time the formation eye flaw will run to!" The mirror said triumphantly, "This kind of petty trick is too green, too green, how can it hide from Mirror Grandpa's magic eyes!"

Fang Canran was tied up like this by He Lingchuan, and his eyeballs turned again.

He still had a magical power, called Cicada Shedding its Shell, which could leave all the bindings on the outer garment and slip away himself.

However, before he could find the right timing, he felt a pain in the back of his neck. He Lingchuan actually took a silver needle and pierced two major acupuncture points on his back, instantly cutting off the operation of his true power.

It wasn't that He Lingchuan knew beforehand and discovered that he could still use this kind of magical power, but he was annoyed by his tricks, so he simply cut off his true power to avoid him making more trouble.

"You!" Fang Canran's eyes went dark, and he finally despaired.

Why was he controlled by others at every step, every step! Clearly, this kid looked like a careless person, only knowing how to adapt to circumstances!

"Let me go, I can give you whatever you want!" Things had reached this point, and Fang Canran sought to move the enemy quickly, "I can give you wealth that you can't spend in several lifetimes, and I can also help you get an official position without worries! If you harm me, it won't do you any good!"

"But it's satisfying. Isn't satisfying enough?" He Lingchuan smiled, "Returning the favor in the same way is the most satisfying. Now it's my turn to ask you, where did this spiral ring on your hand come from? What is your relationship with Shao Jian?"

He deliberately smashed this name out when the other party was worried, and then paid attention to Fang Canran's expression. Sure enough, when this person heard the two words "Shao Jian," his pupils shrank slightly again.

Although it was only for a short moment, Fang Canran returned to normal, but this subconscious reaction couldn't deceive people. He Lingchuan should have hit the deepest secret in his heart.

This was already the second time he had heard the name Shao Jian from He Lingchuan's mouth, and the reaction was still strong.

"What?" Fang Canran hissed, "I don't recognize it!"

"Manager Fang, this is no fun. To be a person, one must be reasonable." He Lingchuan patted his back and pointed to the torture instruments on the table, "You and I have no grudges, it was you who attacked me first, wanting to dig out my eyes and pull out my tongue. If I use these tricks on you, it's very fair, right?"

Fang Canran swallowed: "Sorry, but my ancestors had some opponents before. You kept staring at my ring, so I thought it was an opponent looking for me."

A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses; his attitude immediately softened.

"What did your ancestors do?" The one surnamed Fang started to argue?

"Also doing business, small-scale trade." Fang Canran whispered, "Doing business, if you can bestow grace, you can make enemies."

He Lingchuan poured himself a cup of tea and raised it to his mouth. Thinking of the plot against him just now, he poured it out again. This guy was full of nonsense just like him, lying with a sincere face; not a single word he said could be verified.

Fang Canran watched his movements, unable to endure the curiosity in his heart, and asked again: "Why was the Earth Immortal Rope useless against you?"

"It was useful." He Lingchuan grabbed the rope from his arms and examined it carefully, "Good treasure."

This rope was very similar to the net of National Master Sun Fuping, and it wouldn't let go once it caught someone. After Sun Fuping died, it fell into He Chunhua's hands.

"It's just that I was plotted against by the Heavenly God not long ago, and almost lost my little life." He said slowly, "Since then, I have been much more cautious in my actions."

He had had enough of the powerlessness when facing the Heavenly God. Was he, He Lingchuan, someone anyone could plot against?

Of course, he wouldn't tell Fang Canran that he had released a clone when he made an excuse to go to the secret room earlier.

So the one who fell to the ground was the clone, and the one bound by Fang Canran with the binding immortal rope was also just the clone.

No matter how securely the binding immortal rope was tied, once He Lingchuan's clone disappeared, what use did it have? Later, when the strong wind blew and Fang Canran went to close the window, He Lingchuan's true self took the opportunity to lie back on the ground and put the rope loosely on his hands.

He had already observed clearly earlier that this rope wouldn't take effect without chanting, but for safety's sake, he still cut half of it with the Fusheng Blade and held the broken rope end in his palm.

In his view, Fang Canran's way of binding the rope was that of a layman, without any rules or aesthetics, only using the Earth Immortal Rope's own power to bind the enemy.

He tied it so casually that he couldn't remember the binding method himself later, so how could he discover that the rope was already wrong? If he were as good at tying knots as Liu Tiao, He Lingchuan would absolutely not be able to restore the rope knot and tie it on his own hands in just a few breaths.

Just from this point, He Lingchuan could see that Fang Canran rarely plotted against people personally.

And details determine success or failure.

In short, Fang Canran wanted to trick him, and he also wanted to trick Fang Canran.

To this situation now, it could only be said that neither of them succeeded.

Hearing the two words "Heavenly God," Fang Canran's brows moved slightly: "What do you want? I am the manager of the Golden Horn family and the host of Yuexiang Manor. Just as you said earlier, if you kill me, you won't be able to escape the consequences!"

Their current situation was that neither could physically eliminate the other.

He Lingchuan took off the signet ring from his hand, shone it against the light, and said as a matter of course: "What does that have to do with anything? I'll just report you to the Heavenly God. I don't need to worry about the things afterward."

Fang Canran's face didn't change, but the veins on his forehead jumped.

He Lingchuan's sentence could be considered hitting his Achilles' heel.

"But I really don't know how to answer you." He sighed long, "How about you change to another question?"

This guy, his mouth is really tight. He Lingchuan didn't want to truly torture him; after all, this person was still useful, so he thought about it and said: "Fine, then let's talk about you drugging and binding the Chiyan envoy for no reason, and attempting private torture. This is a serious crime; has Manager Fang thought about what price to pay?"

"You have no evidence, and no witnesses." Fang Canran looked at the five-flower binding on his body, "The one bound now is me."

"But if Young Master He is willing to reconcile, I will definitely present a generous gift to soothe your shock." After all, Fang Canran was at a disadvantage in the game now and shouldn't provoke the other party again, so he immediately eased the atmosphere, "Fifty thousand taels of silver, how about that?"

He Lingchuan knew that if he bargained with him, the topic would be diverted, and this turmoil would be considered over.

"I think this is inappropriate." He shook the signet ring, "Just now when I mentioned Shao Jian, your emotional fluctuation was very large. You have this signet ring in your hand, hmm, this ring has five spiral patterns, which is the proof of the founder of the Red Snail Chamber of Commerce."

"The founder of the Red Snail Chamber of Commerce is Shao Jian, who spent his whole life fighting against the Heavenly God." He Lingchuan was composed, "You dare to wear this signet ring openly, thinking no one recognizes it?"

This guy wouldn't let go, so he had to find a breakthrough.

Fang Canran indeed insisted: "I don't know this person, and I don't know that the ancestral ring has these reasons!"

He sighed: "If I knew, would I still wear it on my hand?"

Normal people wouldn't wear things that angered the Heavenly God on their hands.

He Lingchuan laughed, is Fang Canran normal? "Then you also don't want to know why I recognize this ring?"

"If Young Master He is willing to enlighten me, I would of course like to hear it." If Fang Canran didn't want to know, why did he plan all this tonight? "I have indeed seen Shao Jian." He Lingchuan opened his mouth, and it was the same statement as before, "In an ancient city in the west."

Fang Canran's gaze condensed slightly: "Have you really seen him? How old are you?"

Shao Jian had been dead for more than 150 years, but this youth said he had seen him?

Could it be that He Xiao was a monster with an unchanging face like the two national masters?

"Seventeen." He Lingchuan said lazily, "I didn't say I saw a living Shao Jian."

Fang Canran frowned: "Sorry, I didn't understand."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 635 =====