Chapter 695

Considering it was too noisy downstairs, he also released a sound-insulation barrier. After setting up the formation, he picked up the candle on the table and lit it in the formation.

Soon, the candlelight stood straight and motionless.

Then, General Red extended her index and middle fingers and poked directly at the prisoner's glabella! As long as she was willing, she could easily poke a hole in fine iron. These two fingers did indeed penetrate the boy's glabella, but his brains didn't splatter.

A blurry shadow was pushed out of the back of the boy's head by General Red.

He Lingchuan immediately recognized that this should be the boy's soul. But its spirit wasn't strong, and its features were very blurry, unable to form a detailed face.

It was still floating in mid-air, ignorant and confused; General Red took out half a piece of undersea wood, caught the soul, and stuffed it in.

Looking at her movements, it was like stuffing a paper ball into a core ring.

Very skillful and very casual.

The boy who lost his soul immediately became expressionless.

General Red casually gripped his neck and slowly applied force.

The boy began to gasp for air, his face flushed.

"Come out." General Red said again. "If you don't come out again, I'll crush this skin bag."

As soon as the words fell, the boy's blank, soulless eyes turned and suddenly stared at General Red.

"Let, let..." He was gripped, his voice very weak.

General Red let go, letting him cough violently several times.

"Long time no see, Lady Mitian." The boy held his own neck and said hoarsely, "You're still so rude!"

The mask on her face quickly dissolved, revealing a face as exquisite as a celestial being and as cold as porcelain.

Lady Mitian revealed her true face.

After the boy finished coughing, he pointed at He Lingchuan and said loudly, "Go, pour me a glass of water."

Lady Mitian also nodded at He Lingchuan, and the latter then brought a cup of hot tea to the prisoner.

Shinan took it and drank it in a few gulps.

"Lady Mitian, where exactly is your true body hidden?" He didn't play games anymore. "The entire Divine Realm is looking for you. To see you, one has to split a body to the human world; it's too inconvenient!"

Lady Mitian was expressionless: "Do you think I would tell you?"

"I don't care where you are." Shinan laughed. "But the Lingxu Saint Venerable is very concerned about you and wants to find you to reminisce."

"The relationship between me and them has long been like fire and water; why is he looking for me now?" Lady Mitian frowned slightly. "Last time he sent the Ferry Ghost Mother to cause trouble on my turf, I haven't settled the score with them yet!"

"You also know they like to mess around." Shinan nodded. "The Divine Realm has been a bit turbulent recently. Have you noticed? The Heavenly Luo Xing flashes frequently."

Lady Mitian's voice had no ups and downs: "I'm in seclusion, I don't know."

Good, lying with eyes open. He Lingchuan gave her a secret thumbs-up, witnessing a god lying for the first time.

"The Heavenly Luo Xing flashes, indicating that the Great Fanghu has movement." Shinan chuckled. "This wouldn't have anything to do with you, would it?"

"Why?"

"The Heavenly Luo Xing and the Great Fanghu are both related to you..." Shinan scanned He Lingchuan on the side and didn't continue, instead changing the subject. "After that great battle in the human world, you only appeared twice. Not long ago, the Lingxu Saint Venerable convened a Divine Alliance, and you didn't go either."

"Is it strange?" Lady Mitian said indifferently. "The entire Divine Realm knows that I am at odds with them."

"Also, I heard that a kind of interesting small copper tube has appeared in the human world." Shinan gestured with his hand. "It can collect Nightmare Qi and then hand it over to us through offerings. Have you heard of it?"

He Lingchuan knew he was talking about the Dragon-Punishing Pillar.

It seems Shao Jian's mission is going smoothly, and this thing has already been spread quietly.

Lady Mitian asked him back: "Do you have one in your hand? Let me see."

"No, how could I have one!" Shinan sighed. "I'm just a down-and-out small god, a wild god that you all look down on! Who would offer me such a good thing?"

"Is that so? I'd like to take a look."

Shinan said leisurely: "This is an incredible thing! No matter who the person holding the Great Fanghu is this time, I think his plans are huge, and he will surely attract public anger!"

"This object has never been seen before; perhaps only the Great Fanghu can create it." He laughed. "I'm not the only one who thinks so."

"Why did you come today?" For gods like this, even if it's not a divine descent, getting a skin bag to transmit sound isn't an easy thing.

"Just to remind you, be careful of the Lingxu Saint Venerable. His anger is not something an ordinary god can bear."

Lady Mitian leaned back, the corners of her mouth curling up: "Are you trying to please both sides?"

Shinan wasn't embarrassed, scratching his head: "I finally have a few ground temples in the Xunyang Sandbar and the Zejia Archipelago. If Lady Mitian Niangniang can occasionally take care of me, that would be the best."

Lady Mitian smiled slightly at him: "Get lost."

"You have to be careful." Shinan tilted his head to look at her. "Someone has already noticed that this skin bag of yours is very special."

After saying that, he lowered his head.

Lady Mitian took out the undersea wood and shook it at him.

That small group of souls was shaken out and floated slowly back into its own body.

The boy woke up, rubbed his eyes, and was still full of confusion.

Lady Mitian pointed downstairs and said indifferently: "Throw him out of the city."

He Lingchuan responded, helped the boy up, and walked downstairs.

The cold wind blowing in from outside made the boy shiver uncontrollably.

Although Lady Mitian's instruction was "throw," He Lingchuan still said to the soldiers who greeted him: "Send him out of the city immediately! When passing through the market, buy him some naan bread, dried meat, and water."

After speaking, he threw some broken silver over and said to the boy: "There is a post station a few miles outside the South City Gate; you passed by it when you came."

The soldiers responded, took the prisoner, and were about to leave.

The boy suddenly turned his head and said to He Lingchuan: "You little thing, your heart is not bad."

Such an old-fashioned tone made He Lingchuan suddenly startled: "You haven't left yet?"

Hasn't the avatar of the god Shinan left yet? Shinan turned around after saying this, about to leave with the soldiers.

He Lingchuan took a step forward and whispered: "This isn't a divine descent, is it?"

"Of course not, otherwise this skin bag would break immediately." Shinan rolled his eyes. "I'm just borrowing his mouth to say a few words."

He Lingchuan seized the time: "Is the Divine Seal Mark a mark planted by the Heavenly God on the skin bag?"

Shinan glanced at him when he heard this, a bit strange: "Why do you ask this?"

"Also, how to remove the Divine Seal Mark?"

Shinan laughed: "Do I look like a warm-hearted person who specializes in answering questions for people?"

These gods are really not good people, He Lingchuan took a breath: "What's the price?"

"My answers are never free." Shinan said leisurely. "If you want to ask, bring offerings and come find me."

Just then, someone slapped him hard on the back of the head.

Shinan cried out in surprise and staggered.

When he stood firm again, he was full of confusion.

From his eyes, it could be seen that this was the boy himself. This time, Shinan should have truly left.

He Lingchuan turned his head and saw that the visitor was actually General Red; she had already put on her mask.

Shinan was probably driven away by her directly. She instructed the soldiers to take the boy away and then said to He Lingchuan: "Stay away from the gods. Getting close to them will surely bring disaster."

He Lingchuan coughed lightly.

Isn't this one in front of him the closest to the gods?

General Red seemed to know what he was thinking and said again: "A feeling from experience."

He Lingchuan remembered the price she paid.

He still seized the time to ask one more question: "By the way, have you heard of the name 'Naluo Heaven'? Which great god is that?"

"Naluo Heaven?" General Red's voice was as flat as before. "Never heard of it."

"..."

Excellent, successfully blocking all his remaining questions.

"There are one hundred thousand gods; Lady Mitian can't possibly know every one of them." General Red stood side by side with him. "The Great Wind Army doesn't even have one hundred thousand people; can you name every one of them?"

He Lingchuan could only smile bitterly and shake his head. He could only name about two hundred people; he didn't know any more than that.

At this time, a cry of pain came from the front, and He Lingchuan turned his head to see that it was "One-Eye" who had knocked his opponent off the arena.

The official defending the arena also struck the gong: "This arena ends here!"

There was a limit to the number of challengers, otherwise it would be a blatant wheel battle, which was unfair to the defender.

"Your arena is about to be vacated." General Red pointed. "Aren't you going up?"

"No." He Lingchuan said honestly. "I have a life-and-death matter to handle soon, and I'm a bit nervous."

"Nervous?" General Red asked him. "Must it be handled?"

"Yes, must be handled." He Lingchuan smiled bitterly. "The success rate isn't high."

Although every task was proceeding step by step, the execution date was getting closer; how could he not be nervous?

What he was facing was Beijia, a rare and powerful nation in the world.

What he was facing were the gods who had been secretly disrupting the world for thousands of years.

The immortals were defeated in their hands.

Countless human nations also disappeared because of Beijia.

Now he was going to pull the whiskers of a tiger, to break ground on the head of Tai Sui, and he was doing it alone.

It would be strange if he wasn't nervous!

"Broken Blade." General Red suddenly said. "Are you afraid of death?"

"I..." He Lingchuan opened his mouth to argue, but swallowed the words "not afraid."

Why nervous? He was afraid of failure.

The place he was going to was a dragon's den and a tiger's lair. Once he failed, no matter how many backup plans he had planned in advance, he might still be unable to escape death.

The worst result was death.

"... Yes." So General Red was right; he was afraid of death.

He was afraid that a good plan would turn into nothing in the blink of an eye.

"All living beings fear the fruit, gods and immortals fear the cause." General Red said slowly. "I don't know what you are going to do, but if you dare to plant the cause of today, you must bear the fruit of tomorrow."

He Lingchuan nodded: "I know."

One person does the work, one person takes the responsibility.

General Red patted his shoulder and said again: "I have a good way to make you not nervous."

He Lingchuan couldn't see her face, but inexplicably felt she smiled.

He didn't ask "what way," because he suddenly felt something was wrong.

There was killing intent! The next moment, the hand General Red placed on his shoulder changed from a pat to a grab, and she threw him out! He Lingchuan's weight of over a hundred jin was as light as a walnut in her hands.

Fast, too fast! He Lingchuan just reacted, and he was already in mid-air.

He subconsciously adjusted his posture to be head-down and feet-up, landed lightly like a swallow, and found himself standing on the arena!

His number seven arena.

It's the end of May, asking for monthly tickets~

(End of chapter)