Chapter 829

Naitian added: "I have calculated your life line, there is no omen of disaster."

He Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief. Naitian was truly skilled at human hearts, knowing very well what he was most concerned about at the moment.

"As for He Lingchuan—"

He Chunhua pricked up his ears.

"His fate is still a bit blurry, but generally it will be a pattern of disaster first and then fortune, which meets our expectations." Naitian said lightly, "The fate of the God-Descending Body is entangled with the Heavenly Gods, so it is naturally very difficult to calculate."

He Chunhua didn't quite understand: "Does disaster first mean, God-Descending?"

"It is not wrong to say so." The descent of a Heavenly God is naturally a great disaster for the skin.

"Then what about fortune later?"

Does fortune later mean Naitian's successful descent? After all, both fortune and disaster are for this body of "He Lingchuan." From his own perspective, the pain, unknown, and lack of control brought by the descent of a god must be a disaster; but after the descent of a god, can the improvement to this body be called fortune? Perhaps they therefore successfully seized the Great Fanghu and left the Panlong ruins? Or, did this fortune also refer to them ending the Panlong Desert trip and being smooth sailing from then on?

He Chunhua's heart was chaotic, and he had another concern: would Naitian lie to him? Predicting that He Lingchuan would have fortune later, just to let him rest assured and invite the god?

But how could "God-Descending" be fortune for Chuan'er? Before Naitian could answer, chaotic sounds suddenly rose outside.

At this time, the east was not yet bright, but He Chunhua heard chaotic footsteps coming from outside the inn, and someone screaming "Help."

He had just left the front line and was extremely sensitive to the sounds of weapons, rushing to the window to reach out, only then remembering that he was still communicating with the god.

Turning his head, the incense on the table was extinguished, and the gray smoke in the air had also dissipated.

Naitian had already left.

Only then did He Chunhua push the window to look out: fire was burning into the sky.

He had lived in Heishuicheng for nearly twenty years, and with just a glance, he knew the location of the fire was the office and the armory, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat: Oh no.

What kind of person would attack these two locations first? It wasn't rebels, it was foreign enemies!

Heishuicheng was located in the west, and the domestic rebels wouldn't attack here, so the only possibility—

Sigh, it seems the eldest son's hint at night was not unreasonable.

He Chunhua quickly dressed and ran to knock on his eldest son's door: "Chuan'er!"

He knocked a few times, but He Lingchuan didn't respond.

He Chunhua simply broke the door latch and pushed the door in.

The room was empty.

Where were the people?

His heart skipped a beat, but he heard his eldest son's voice coming from behind: "Old Man, something happened outside!"

He turned around and saw his son dressed neatly, his hair meticulous, and couldn't help but say: "Where did you go?"

"I caught a few grasshoppers and frogs with Qiu Hu and was roasting them in the backyard." He Lingchuan stretched out his left hand, and sure enough, the fat grasshoppers and long-legged frogs skewered on the bamboo sticks were still emitting a charred aroma.

Qiu Hu also emerged from not far away.

In fact, when He Chunhua was alone behind closed doors, whether sleeping or doing something else, He Lingchuan didn't want to be too close to him.

He wasn't sure if this cheap old man would secretly perform magic and summon Naitian to the human world while he wasn't prepared.

As long as He Lingchuan wasn't by his side, this ritual couldn't be held.

The situation was urgent, and He Chunhua didn't notice this abnormality, only saying: "Come with me to find Prefect Hu!"

The Rongshan disciples gathered quickly, He Chunhua's personal guards also rushed over, and more than a hundred people gathered and ran toward the office. He Lingchuan didn't hide his clumsiness and reminded: "Send people to guard the Beimen."

He Chunhua felt a shock in his heart.

That's right, he himself had analyzed earlier that the invaders must be foreign enemies.

No matter how the other party stirred up trouble, as long as the Beimen was guarded, the turmoil in the city would eventually subside.

"Zhao Qinghe!"

Zhao Qinghe came out of the ranks when he heard the sound and took fifty people to the Beimen.

This group of He Chunhua arrived at the office, seeing the clerks running around like headless flies, but not seeing Prefect Hu's figure.

He grabbed a small official and asked: "Where is Prefect Hu?"

He Chunhua had been the Prefect of Heishuicheng for many years, and this small official was originally his subordinate; seeing his old leader, he immediately calmed down a lot: "Prefect Hu didn't, didn't come!"

He Chunhua frowned and raised his chin at his personal guard: "Go to the Hu family and find him!"

The personal guard responded and went, but before he could walk a hundred meters, an official runner rushed over, his face pale: "Master He, Master! Prefect Hu was beheaded at home!"

Less than three hours after parting at the restaurant, Prefect Hu was gone? He Chunhua felt a tightness in his heart: "Who did it?"

"His family identified that several strong men climbed over the wall and killed him with two knives!"

He Chunhua immediately took out a token from his bosom and shouted in a vibrating voice: "Heishuicheng affairs are temporarily taken over by me, where are the patrol guards?"

The office behind everyone had not yet been extinguished.

But He Chunhua had been an official here for more than ten years, and everyone from officials to neighbors recognized him. He shouted three times, and people's panic greatly reduced, and they began to obey orders.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the chaotic situation had greatly improved, and the leader of the city defense army also came to report, welcoming He Chunhua, the old superior, to regain power. He Chunhua also issued a wanted order on the spot for the murderer who attacked Prefect Hu.

But he didn't look relaxed.

The other party ran into Heishuicheng to set fires and kill people; it couldn't be a whim, right?

Just then, a rapid bell rang to the north: "Dang dang dang dang!"

The panic in the city, which had finally subsided, rose again, because in a frontier town, this bell had only one meaning: foreign invasion!

The bell of Heishuicheng hadn't rung for nearly ten years.

He Chunhua immediately took people to the Beimen.

The area of Heishuicheng was less than half that of the auxiliary capital, Shihan City; running from the office to the Beimen took less than a quarter of an hour.

Just as the battlements came into view, shouts rose from the front. Everyone looked closely and saw He Chunhua's personal guards chasing several men into the residential area.

That path was full of chickens flying and dogs jumping, with screams and exclamations.

He Lingchuan saw at a glance that the men being chased looked somewhat familiar.

"Qiu Hu, leave a live one."

Qiu Hu nodded, his fingers hooked, and three Rongshan disciples followed closely, all entering the fork in the road.

He Chunhua took another hundred steps to reach the Beimen, where there was another scene of chaos: the city gate was closing itself, but it was being hammered with a bang.

He Chunhua's dozens of personal guards pressed hard behind the gate to prevent the bolt from being unable to hold the force.

The remaining dozen people and the city defense army who had just arrived stood on the city gate tower and shot arrows down.

The foreign enemy was already pressing on the city? So fast! Zhao Qinghe stepped forward to greet: "My Lord, those few bandits took advantage of the chaos to attack the city gate guards, wanting to open the city gate, but were intercepted by us."

After saying this, he pointed to the city gate tower, and everyone saw more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, some of the guards, and some of the thieves.

There was also fresh blood on the wall, showing that the fight here had been quite fierce.

"The remaining seven or eight people fled into the market."

He Chunhua was secretly startled. If Zhao Qinghe hadn't arrived in time, Heishuicheng would have been wide open by now, and the enemy army would have driven straight in.

(End of chapter)