Chapter 83: Where Is This?

He was just about to put the saber back in its original place when a thought suddenly occurred to him, and he remembered the layout of Zhong Shengguang's room.

On a whim, he hung this saber on the wall at the head of his bed before lying down to sleep.

He also grabbed the divine bone necklace and played with it for a long while.

There was no doubt that the divine bone necklace was related to Panlongcheng. He Lingchuan hadn't figured out what changes it would undergo, and he couldn't be bothered to care.

This thing had saved his life once before under Sun Fuping's true fire, and he had no intention of taking it off.

This sleep was exceptionally sweet.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a small grove. Above him were blue skies and white clouds, and not far away were lush green wheat fields, with crisscrossing paths where chickens and dogs could be heard.

There were two farmers by the field, both barefoot, one standing and one sitting, chatting.

Compared to He Lingchuan, their skin was truly shiny black, and when they laughed, their teeth looked white.

One of them said, "How much longer do you have to farm?"

"Two months and twenty-six days."

"Envious! I have to report back to the camp tomorrow." The man picked up a sheepskin pouch and took a sip of water. "You still have time to properly accompany your wife and try to have another fat boy."

His companion nodded. "You have to be careful. I heard the Tongluo Highlands in the west were just raided and taken over. The General will definitely send people to take them back later. That place is easy to defend and hard to attack; it's not easy to fight."

"Every month is hard, but don't we still get through every month?" The man laughed and patted his shoulder. "When I come back alive, I'll find you for a drink; you treat!"

"Fine, you can drink as much two-wen wine as you want."

The man laughed. "How long has it been since you bought wine? Grain is tight lately, and wine prices are rising. Where can you still find two-wen wine? I heard from the people at the granary that they won't be making wine later; it wastes too much grain... Hmm? Who's there?"

Both of them looked toward the small grove together.

He Lingchuan had no choice but to walk out of the grove, putting on a warm smile. "Two gentlemen, may I ask where this is?"

He was just a passerby, and the smile on his face was as warm as spring, which was very common in other villages.

But this place was extremely strange, because the language the two farmers were speaking was not the language of the Great Yuan, yet he could understand every word without missing a single one.

The look in their eyes as they looked at him turned to vigilance. "Where did you come from?"

The other said, "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I..." He didn't know either. What had he been doing before? How did he suddenly end up here?

As He Lingchuan hesitated, the two of them surrounded him, distancing themselves from each other and forming a pincer movement against He Lingchuan.

One picked up a shoulder pole, and the other grabbed an iron hoe.

The farmers instantly turned into rioters, and their posture didn't look like that of ordinary field hands. One of them even whistled quickly and roared, "There's a spy!"

The fields were open, and there were six or seven other farmers working not far away. Upon hearing this, they all picked up the handiest tools around them and rushed over.

Not one of them hesitated.

"Hey, don't make false accusations!" He Lingchuan was dumbfounded. What kind of reaction was this? He didn't want to get into a fight for no reason, so he had no choice but to turn and run into the grove.

The whistling and dog barking behind him rose and fell, very lively. He Lingchuan could even hear the sound of straw sandals kicking through the mud; there was more than one or two people chasing him.

Fortunately, the grove was small but dense, and he was fast. After twisting and turning, the footsteps behind him gradually faded.

Then, the view before him suddenly opened up; the grove had come to an end.

Lying before He Lingchuan was an artificially constructed water channel, about chest-deep, where the small fish and shrimp eating water grass on the sandy bottom were clearly visible. The trouble was, it was five zhang (sixteen meters) wide; he couldn't jump over it in one leap.

He Lingchuan sighed, went into the water, swam across the channel, and ran up the hill.

As he ran, the water in his boots made a squelching sound, which was very uncomfortable.

Soon, that group of farmers also chased out of the grove and were blocked by the channel. They probably didn't want to get wet either, so they just kept pointing and gesturing, shouting in their mouths.

Being too far away, He Lingchuan couldn't hear what they were shouting.

"A bunch of mad dogs, f*** you!" He Lingchuan gave them the middle finger and spat on the ground twice to express his anger at being chased for no reason.

However, the expression on his face quickly froze, because footsteps came from behind him again.

He turned around and found several soldiers rushing toward him with big strides, looking aggressive.

A rough count showed about seven of them, all wearing light armor, and the uniform actually looked two parts familiar.

Where had he seen it before? He Lingchuan couldn't remember for a moment.

He didn't have time to think much; the soldier running in the front took off the rope knot at his waist and shouted, "Kneel down, raise your hands!"

He Lingchuan understood as soon as he saw it; this should be the City Patrol Guard. The rope knots in their hands were mostly soaked in special oil, very tough and not easy to cut. If they encountered a suspect, they would, without a word, put the rope knot over their head and wrists, pull it tight, and the person would be unable to resist.

This kind of rope knot was lighter and easier to carry than wooden cangues or iron chains, and had long been standard equipment for government offices and city guards. When they said "kneel down," if the suspect still dared to flee, they would have to bear the consequences of possibly being killed.

This person ran fast, distancing himself from his other companions.

This time He Lingchuan didn't slip away; instead, he greeted them and shouted that he was wronged, while bending his knees as if to kneel.

Seeing him so submissive, the other party naturally slowed down, leaning forward, preparing to put the rope knot over his head.

Who knew that He Lingchuan would grab a handful of green grass and mud from the ground and throw it at his face.

The guard instinctively raised his hand to block, turning his face and closing his eyes.

He Lingchuan rushed up in one leap, directly snatched his rope knot, and backhanded it onto him.

This set of movements was smooth and flowing; the guard hadn't even had time to react and was still tasting the mud in his mouth when his head and one hand were already tied up.

He Lingchuan grabbed the rope knot and pulled him in front of himself, casually pulled the long saber from the captive's waist, held it to his neck, and shouted to the other guards chasing after him, "Back off, all of you back off!"

In a strange place, hiding again and again was not a solution; he had to find a way to turn from defense to offense.

Those few guards were afraid of hurting the captive, so they really stopped, but their mouths were unforgiving. "Let him go, or we'll beat your balls out later!"

He Lingchuan pulled the rope knot, making the captive roll his eyes. "Where is this?"

"Zhao Family Village, are you drunk?"

"And where is Zhao Family Village?" He Lingchuan frowned, feeling more and more that something was wrong. "Which city, which township?"

The look these people gave him was like looking at a fool. "Chipa Plateau, Panlongcheng, Wenze Township!"

A buzzing sound rang in He Lingchuan's mind.

Panlongcheng, this land of lush water and grass was actually Panlongcheng?

Had he entered the illusion again? How did he get in? Wait, what was he doing before? How could he have no impression at all?

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