Chapter 756: Did I Misjudge the Person?

Bilu said indifferently: "What does this have to do with you?"

He Lingchuan smiled: "I've always been curious, can fortune tellers know their own destiny?"

Bilu was expressionless: "That is not an answer you should know."

What determines the fate of the gods? This question echoed in He Lingchuan's mind, but he understood that Bilu would never tell him the answer.

Bilu reached out to him: "Where is the item?"

"These few questions are too simple and don't match the value of this treasure." He Lingchuan shook the Punishment Dragon Pillar at him: "I have one last question: if your own fate were suddenly changed, could you foresee it in advance?"

His own? Bilu felt that this question was of a high level.

He had just discovered that this youth was related to himself, and now he was asking such a question.

What did the youth want to do? Change his fate? Bilu found it somewhat amusing.

"That depends on what level of power is changing fate." He replied: "It's too complicated; I can't explain it to you clearly."

"In other words, the fate of the 'God of Fate' could also undergo a turn that he cannot control, right?"

Bilu laughed loudly: "You know nothing about the power of fate, yet you dare to speculate recklessly?"

He Lingchuan noticed that he didn't answer directly.

"Are there many levels and many types of power that change fate?"

"Power is power." Bilu reached out to him: "The questions have been answered. If you don't give me the item, the consequences will be very serious."

He Lingchuan didn't want to test such a result, so he threw the Punishment Dragon Pillar to him:

"We'll meet again!"

Bilu looked at him carefully for two more moments and chuckled: "Right, we'll meet again!"

Peng Fang closed his eyes, and before long, the snoring started again.

Bilu had left.

He Lingchuan walked out of the cell, subconsciously looked up at the night sky again, and let out a long sigh.

The power to change fate? Wasn't this the direction he had been striving for in both the Panlong world and the real world?

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Western part of the Yuan Nation, Heishuicheng.

In the evening, the merchant Liu Baobao was sending a guest to an inn. This guest was a hairy, black, fat man with a strong body odor that gave people the urge to flee, yet he happened to be in the spice business.

Liu Baobao highly doubted whether the quality of his goods could be any good.

It was a pity; when He Chunhua, the former governor of Qiansong County, was in office, the Red Cliff trade route was thriving; later, a new governor was replaced, and in less than two years, business in Heishuicheng became more than twice as difficult! Otherwise, why would he have to accompany this dead, smelly fat man with a smile? His Liu family wouldn't have even looked twice at such a clumsy merchant in the past! Liu Baobao was complaining inwardly when he suddenly saw a figure flash across the market opposite, a cloak covering half of his face.

It was cold, so dressing like this was very normal, and the person's attire was not outstanding in any way.

Yet Liu Baobao stood still immediately.

He was too familiar with this face! How could it be? The person should be thousands of miles away!

"Brother Liu? Brother Liu?" The black fat man called him: "What's wrong with you?"

Liu Baobao steadied himself; he had only caught a fleeting glimpse, and then the person walked into a corner and disappeared.

That was the direction toward the North City Gate.

It must be an illusion, it must be an illusion!

"It's nothing, I misjudged someone. Come, come, I'll send you to the inn."

The black fat man rubbed his hands and smiled: "Staying at the Hongyun Inn, it's also hosted by the Liu Family Chamber of Commerce, right?"

Liu Baobao forced a smile: "That goes without saying."

What a dead fat man, he even wanted to take advantage of such a small thing!

The black fat man entered the Hongyun Inn and immediately said to the waiter: "Open a superior room, bring more Changyu charcoal, the room needs to be warm!" Then he smiled at Liu Baobao again: "Many thanks for your hospitality, Brother Liu!"

"It's nothing." Liu Baobao didn't want to stand beside him. "I seemed to see an old friend just now; I'll go take a look first; Brother Bao, you've come from afar, go wash up and rest first."

He didn't wait for the fat man to answer and turned to leave the inn.

In this season, there were very few outside guests in Heishuicheng.

Although it was just an excuse to fob off the fat man, after Liu Baobao walked out, he really did take the "old friend" to heart.

However, he walked all the way to the Beimen and didn't see that person again.

Could it be that he really misjudged?

A guard happened to walk down from above the city gate, covering his mouth and yawning.

It wasn't that he was trying to be refined, but that the sandstorm was heavy now, and if he didn't cover his mouth, he would eat sand.

Liu Baobao happened to recognize this guard.

"Head Chen!" He walked up with a smile to greet him: "Are you busy today?"

"No." The guard said lazily: "What's there to be busy about during the sandstorm season?"

It was currently the sandstorm season, people from the north couldn't come over, and people from the south wouldn't go north, making it the most leisurely and safest time of the year for Heishuicheng.

"Head Chen, you were up high just now, did you see a tall person in a cloak coming toward the Beimen?"

He was just asking casually, but who knew the guard would immediately ask back: "A gray-yellow cloak?"

"Ah, yes, yes! Gray-yellow."

"He went out of the city."

"Ah?" This answer was truly unexpected. "Out of the city?!"

Going north after leaving Heishuicheng meant the famous Red Cliff Road.

In the sandstorm season, Red Cliff Road was a dead-end road, known to women and children alike. How could anyone go there? The guard added: "I saw him walking north from the city gate tower, so I shouted at him several times, but this person didn't even look back, just waved his hand a few times."

Waving his hand proved he heard the guard's shouting.

"He was tired of living, so how could I stop him? You'd agree, right?"

To be honest, the guard was too lazy to stop him.

Who in Heishuicheng didn't know that one shouldn't go into the desert in this season; what, you say you didn't know?

Then you deserve it.

Besides, every year people go missing during the Sandstorm Season. Some just can't get over things, or they've reached a dead end, so they stand right in the gale-force winds and vanish—painless, no side effects.

Liu Baobao could only nod: "Right, right."

He subconsciously looked outside the city gate; was it really suicide? Although the deadly sandstorm of the Panlong Desert wouldn't blow directly into the city, the visibility was poor, dim and yellow, more than a mile north of the city gate.

If it was the person in his memory, why would he choose this time to go north? Liu Baobao could only walk back with a belly full of questions.

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He Lingchuan wrapped his cloak tightly and strode out of the city.

North of Heishuicheng, there wasn't a single person on the long Red Cliff Road.

Heaven and earth were the same color, a vast expanse of dark yellow.

He heard the sentry on the Heishui city gate shouting at him, but he didn't look back. Sure enough, the latter stopped shouting after two calls, muttered "short-lived ghost" twice, and no one came to chase He Lingchuan afterward.

This was the edge of the Panlong Desert; there weren't that many kind-hearted people who would act righteously or persuade others to live.

His figure soon disappeared into the sky-filling yellow sand.

To outsiders, this was an act of suicide.

But only He Lingchuan knew that when the violent wind and sand rushed past him, they would automatically avoid him.

There wasn't even a single grain of sand on his cloak; it was clean.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 757 =====