Chapter 672

The crack was narrow, but he was flexible.

"Can there be, can there be!" The Soul-Absorbing Mirror kept nagging nervously, "Ah? You tell me, can there be?"

"Shut up." He Lingchuan reached into his bosom and changed into another Shuzhu for himself.

Only three left. The previous battle and escape had consumed them too quickly.

If he couldn't get a supplement, his life would only have three quarters of an hour left.

Three quarters of an hour was simply not enough for him to escape the mountains and the influence of the sandstorm.

The spider silk rope was long enough, and He Lingchuan lowered himself all the way to the bottom of the ground crack.

The further down he went, the narrower it became; the rock walls were uneven, and in some places, he had to use both hands and feet to climb down.

But the steeper and narrower the terrain here, the greater He Lingchuan's hope.

He touched a protruding rock: "Only a few grains of sand."

After the sandstorm passed, where wasn't there a thick layer of sand and soil? Yet there were only a few grains here.

The mirror's voice trembled with excitement: "There is hope, a lot of hope!"

If the master died in the Fu Realm, which had no spiritual energy, it would also be a death sentence for it, just a suspended execution.

Its desire for He Lingchuan to escape was even stronger than his own.

He Lingchuan descended to the bottom of the ground crack and began to grope around.

It was pitch black down here, so he took out a fluorescent spore for illumination.

There was a squelching sound under his feet, and He Lingchuan brought the fluorescent spore close to the ground to look: "Water?"

At the bottom of the ground crack, there was actually a shallow water ditch.

This was probably groundwater formed over years and months.

The mirror said repeatedly: "Good, good, it's even better to have water."

But He Lingchuan's good luck seemed to have run out; after groping in the ground crack for more than a quarter of an hour, he found nothing.

There were only stones here, stones everywhere.

Monotonous stones.

No, there seemed to be some small creatures in the water ditch, panicked by his arrival.

These were not He Lingchuan's targets.

He touched the mountain wall and continued forward.

"Slow down your breathing, don't get excited!" The mirror kept urging him, "There's still time!"

He Lingchuan reached out to grope along the rock wall and suddenly stopped.

"Hmm?"

He withdrew his hand and slowly opened his palm.

Two round things were shining with a pearl-like luster under the light of the fluorescent spore.

The mirror whistled like a human and cheered loudly: "Finally!"

"Can live, can live!"

They finally found Shuzhu in this dark place!

The previous sandstorm swept across the plains and mountains, and almost no grass could be found. Only in such a deep ground ditch, in a place where the sandstorm could hardly rage, could there be hope for He Lingchuan to survive and walk out of the Fu Realm!

He Lingchuan carefully put away these two life-saving little treasures and continued to grope forward.

It went much smoother after this.

Half an hour later, he successfully collected more than thirty Shuzhu, enough for him to use for four hours.

With these little things, he would have plenty of time to walk to the south, to a place where the sandstorm had not raged, to pick Shuzhu.

He Lingchuan sat down in the pitch-black ground ditch, not caring that he was covered in water.

He could finally relax and not worry about survival.

Lived.

He also faintly felt tired.

The mirror then had the leisure to ask him: "How did Hu Bin know your real name?"

It had heard Hu Bin shout "He Lingchuan" clearly just now.

"In the entire Lingxu City, no more than three people know my real name." He Lingchuan rubbed his eyes, "No, the second master of the Shimen Chamber of Commerce has already left, so there are only two left."

One is Li Qingge, and the other is—

The mirror was shocked: "Hong Chenglue? You mean he is Hong Chenglue?!"

It had seen Hong Chenglue, and it clearly wasn't that face!

"When I first saw him, I asked you if he was wearing a mask or disguised." He Lingchuan closed his eyes to rest, "You said you didn't find any."

This mirror could reflect a person's true appearance, well, theoretically.

"Uh." The mirror stammered, "But, but..." There are always exceptions to everything.

"The look in his eyes when he looked at me really seemed like deep-seated hatred." He Lingchuan said slowly, "Who would go deep into the mountains after the sandstorm to hunt me down for no reason? That's a life-and-death situation."

A killer who takes money to do things can't do this.

The mirror pondered: "Did he disguise himself, or change his face?"

"Remember Xi Yunhe?" He Lingchuan's brain hadn't been idle while groping for Shuzhu just now, "He was clearly a disciple of the Qing Palace, but later he could change his face and identity to lurk under Cen Poqing to work, and no one recognized him."

He paused: "Hong Chenglue and Xi Yunhe are both related to the Frost Leaf National Teacher."

The mirror realized: "You mean, the Frost Leaf National Teacher has the ability to help people change their appearance?"

"Ordinary disguise techniques are invisible in front of Yuan power. If this is the secret technique of the Frost Leaf National Teacher, I don't find it strange at all." He Lingchuan nodded, "Of course, visitors from the human world can't use Yuan power in the Fu Realm, so it's not excluded that Hong Chenglue only used ordinary disguise techniques; anyway, no one here can see through it."

"If it really is him, what are you going to..." The mirror asked this, and suddenly realized, "Oh, he's probably already dead by now."

Either bitten to death by a Wushou, or died from running out of Shuzhu.

Hunting down He Lingchuan is not an easy task; if you are not careful, you will be gone first.

He Lingchuan didn't pick up the conversation, stood up, and moved his wrists: "Rest is enough, time to go back."

This place is too narrow, he couldn't even stretch!

He climbed back to the ground with the help of the spider silk rope, sat cross-legged, took out two Wushou heads from the storage ring, and dissected them on the spot.

The beloved blind box opening time!

In each beast head, there was a fist-sized light red floating stone, and—

A few round, opaque balls the size of dragon eyes.

Some black, some white, and some transparent like glass.

He Lingchuan picked up a white ball, wiped off the brain matter on it, and found that it was icy cold to the touch and couldn't be held for long; putting it on the ground quickly condensed a layer of white frost.

He had originally come for the "Frost Pill" of the Frost Silver Beast, but now—

"Perhaps, this can also be used?"

He hoped his trip to the Fu Realm wasn't in vain.

Ten hours later, He Lingchuan was sitting in a large wooden barrel at the Pianxiang Shanzhuang, taking a comfortable hot bath.

It feels like a lifetime ago.

Returning from the Fu Realm, he finally felt the preciousness of free breathing.

It turns out every breath of air is so sweet.

The Chiyan team had returned from the Fu Realm.

This year's hunting activity was too difficult, and after careful consideration, the Chiyan team leader decided to withdraw early.

Chiyan participated in the activity for eleven days this time, counting the players replaced midway, a total of thirty-one people were sent in, and twenty-three came out alive.

Fushan Yue was quite satisfied with this loss rate; after all, he listened to his subordinates' reports and learned that a large-scale beast tide, rare in a hundred years, had actually occurred inside the Fu Realm.

He himself had entered the Fu Realm three times, so of course he knew the horror of the beast tide.

Not to mention the sandstorm passing through and the lord duel of the Donaus beasts following closely behind.

To tell the truth, after this turmoil, many teams withdrew directly, because the Lei Qing giant beast lord went berserk, and the Donaus beasts in its territory were restless and highly aggressive.

He Lingchuan changed his clothes and went out.

The Tongxin Guard of Pianxiang Shanzhuang glanced at him, he smiled at the other party and waved his hand, and the other party was too lazy to follow.

After going down the mountain, he didn't ride a sheep or take a carriage, walked more than a hundred zhang, and turned into an alley.

Confirming that there was no one tailing him, he turned into a silk shop.

This was also a front shop and back courtyard; the front displayed fabrics and discussed business, the back courtyard measured and tailored clothes, and the attic above was the residence of the clerks and tailors.

It was afternoon, there were no customers in the shop, and the clerk was leaning to one side, drowsy.

He Lingchuan walked in front of him and coughed lightly: "I want to buy pearl satin, seven feet two inches; and half a bolt of cloud brocade."

The clerk rubbed his eyes: "Oh?"

But he quickly regained his senses: "Oh!" He remembered, this was the secret code!

So a few dozen breaths later, He Lingchuan climbed to the attic of the silk shop.

There was no one in the three small rooms, but the atmosphere of life was rich, with sundries everywhere; one of the rooms was full of oil paper, looking like the tenant must love eating buns.

The attic had front and back windows; looking down from the front window, he could see people walking into the front hall, and looking from the back window, he could overlook the entire back courtyard.

The person who chose this place to meet was very cautious.

He Lingchuan waited for more than two quarters of an hour before he saw someone enter the front hall.

Soon, the stairs creaked.

This person was dressed in plain cloth, wearing a curtain on her head, blocking her face.

Seeing that there was only He Lingchuan in the attic, the curtain was taken off, revealing a face that could sink fish and drop geese.

"Young Master." Li Qingge bowed gracefully when she saw him.

"My Lady." He Lingchuan flicked his hand, and an invisible force supported her arms, not letting her bow again, "You helped me first, no need for extra courtesy."

On the surface, Li Qingge just sent someone to the Wan Ge Swamp to press a magic tool.

To her, it was a small effort, but to He Lingchuan, it was a huge favor. If the attention of the Heavenly Palace and the Demon Emperor wasn't drawn away, his subsequent plans would be extremely difficult and arduous.

"Help doesn't distinguish between first and last, and favors have big and small. If it weren't for the Young Master's all-out help, how could I return to freedom!" Li Qingge's eyes were crystal clear, full of gratitude, "Qingge will go through fire and water for the Young Master from now on, and will not refuse."

"My Lady is too polite, no need, really no need." This woman finally regained her freedom, was it to go through fire and water for him? He Lingchuan would just listen to such words and wouldn't take them to heart.

Li Qingge immediately said again: "Songyang Mansion repays kindness. How about this, I invite the Young Master to be a guest elder of Songyang Mansion? With shares."

"Uh..." Songyang Mansion is a Daoist sect, and it actually has shares, which He Lingchuan didn't expect.

At this time, chambers of commerce and groups actually already had the concept of shareholder shares. Songyang Mansion's business is booming, investing is not a loss.

He was just lacking a source of liquid money.

However, last time he was still talking nonsense with Fang Canran, saying Li Qingge wanted to recruit him as an elder, this time it came true?

"Don't rush to refuse." Li Qingge interrupted him anxiously, "Being a guest elder of my Songyang Mansion has many benefits; you can repair and maintain magic tools for free at various branches of Songyang Mansion, and all new products can be tried first."

(End of chapter)