After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 115

  Chapter 115 Undertaking 2

   "It's the bottom of the mountain. They want to go up the mountain tomorrow morning."

"Send someone down to give a message or lead the way, let them come tonight! Let's say that Xianling Lake has caught thousands of catties tonight, we will have a whole fish feast, and invite them to come and taste something new." Lu Yao laughed. "These grandchildren can only eat some miscellaneous grains at the foot of the mountain, and they can't swallow their saliva when they hear it?"

  In fact, these people fled from Woling Pass to this place, and they didn't dare to let go of looting along the way, lest they attract local attention and join forces to pursue cross-state pursuits.

  So everyone's food has not been very good, and morale is low, everyone is downcast.

   "When interrogating, be louder, and make sure that more people can hear it. In this way, Wu and Pei's subordinates are clamoring, and they don't even want to go up the mountain later."

  The "Rebel Army" suffered an unprecedented defeat, and the prestige of the commander also fell to the bottom. If the soldiers are not feeling well, encounter injustice, and suspect that your leadership is not good enough, they will easily mutiny.

  At this time, the generals have to worry about the needs and feelings of their subordinates. Otherwise, everyone will break up and everyone will run away. The worst situation is to kill the master and seize power.

  The confidant agreed, and was about to do it, when Lu Yao suddenly said: "Don't bring up the officers and soldiers to go up the mountain, remember, remember!"

  In an extraordinary period, the defeated army has a psychological shadow on the officers and soldiers. If they knew that there were officers and soldiers here, Wu and Pei might not go up the mountain again.

   There were many people in the room, so He Lingchuan came out to get some air, and stepped on the nearby terrain again, so that he could know what he knew.

  Tonight is not peaceful, and this village is likely to be the next battlefield.

  The previous hustle and bustle returned to calm, and Xianling Village was immersed in the evening breeze. If it weren't for the patrolling guards coming and going, no one would have expected that something big would happen in this small mountain village.

  He walked past the Shuiling Temple, the best building in the village was inconspicuous in the dark night. The ancestral hall is not big, but it is built squarely, with even four corners, and the location is good, with the mountains facing the water and facing the vast lake.

   Then, he heard a "crack", as if something had been knocked over, shattered to the ground, and rolled twice.

  He Lingchuan stopped and asked:

"Who?"

  Shuiling Temple is quiet, only the gate is open, like an open mouth.

   Could it be that there are gangsters hiding here?

  He Lingchuan looked around, asked the patrolling guard for a torch, pressed the handle of the knife and walked in.

   What are you afraid of? The Shuiling Temple is in the east of the village, which is now the site of officers and soldiers.

  The ancestral hall is not small, with the worship hall in the front, the meeting room in the back, and the low rooms on the left and right are the residences and places for the people who watch the ancestral hall.

  Earlier, the bandits hid weapons under the niches, and took them back after drawing a clear line with the officers and soldiers.

  He Lingchuan held a torch and walked around the temple, but there was no one, not even a single living thing.

  The ground is full of footprints, which should have been left by the bandits.

  Then, he saw a lottery bucket on the ground in front of the altar, and the lottery inside was scattered here and there.

   The sound he heard earlier was that this thing fell to the ground, probably which cat did it?

  He Lingchuan remembered what Zhu said, that the lottery from the Shuiling Temple used to be very effective. There are too many people begging, and the spirit of water is too annoying, so people are not allowed to ask about luck.

  He subconsciously wanted to pick up the bucket, bent halfway, and suddenly felt wrong:

   What am I doing?

   The water spirit is gone, and you still want to pick up some wool?

   Besides, when the old tortoise is alive, no one will be divined.

  He Lingchuan was about to straighten up, when he suddenly saw a stick stuck in the carved gap of the altar, right under his eyelids, aimed at his nose.

   Almost pointing to the face.

  This stick is blood red, even if the light is not good, it is difficult for him not to notice it.

  He pulled out the stick casually, and found that it was not stained with blood, but red paint all over.

  Looking at the small print on it again, He Lingchuan cursed secretly.

  There are two words on the top of the lottery:

   Down and down.

   Then he saw another verse below:

  The dove occupies the magpie's nest and makes wedding clothes for others.

  He Lingchuan saw the line clearly, and his hands trembled.

  I don't care about the latter sentence, but the words "doves occupy the magpie's nest" are like a thunderbolt, hitting the deepest part of his heart.

  He is a soul that originally belonged to another world, but took the body of "He Lingchuan", isn't it just a dove occupying a magpie's nest?

  He Lingchuan looked up at the shrine, is Shui Ling really dead? Not like it.

   Or is it just a coincidence that the stick fell out?

  Suddenly footsteps sounded from behind, and He Yue's voice came: "Brother, what are you doing?"

  He Lingchuan turned his head and saw Mrs. Ying, He Yue and Mrs. Zhu walking over, followed by Mao Tao.

   "How did you come out?"

   "The prisoner you captured is now being tortured in the back kitchen. I can't stand this." Mrs. Ying looked at the lottery bucket on the ground, "Are you asking for a lottery?"

   "This bucket has been sealed long ago." Mrs. Zhu also saw the lottery in He Lingchuan's hand, and couldn't help but be surprised, "How did the young master get this lottery to make a lottery!"

  The lottery of the Shuiling Temple in Xianling Village is blood red, and she can recognize it at a glance.

   "Draw the lottery?" Mrs. Ying and He Yue were startled, Mrs. Ying grabbed the lottery, but He Lingchuan didn't react.

"What does it mean?"

   Mrs. Ying couldn't understand.

  He Yue leaned over to read it again, thought about it for a long time, and shook his head.

  Mao Tao picked up the sticks on the ground and put them back in the bucket, He Lingchuan reached out to him: "Give it to me."

  Mr. Zhu immediately said: "Young Master, Shui Ling is dead, so the request for a lottery will not work."

  He knows, but he wants to try again. He Lingchuan murmured while holding the bucket, then shook it vigorously a few times.

   Click, a stick flew out.

   Before it landed, everyone could see its color—

   Blood red blood red.

  He Yue picked it up first, and read aloud by the light of the torch:

   "The body is like a cage, this hatred will not disappear until death!"

   Another lottery!

  Everyone looked at each other, He Lingchuan's face was ugly. Isn't one of these **** things enough?

  What does body like a cage mean?

  Zhu Xiuer watched from the sidelines, and felt that this lottery was really in line with her current situation, but why did Young Master He get the lottery?

  What does a free and domineering person like him have to do with the "cage"? Not to mention the hatred that dies.

   "I haven't heard of anyone being so unlucky." Mao Tao couldn't help but said, "Master, is there something wrong with this bucket?"

  He Lingchuan clenched his fists, the local Shuiling himself had an accident, can asking for a lot be useful?

   Could it be that someone secretly made fun of him?

  He Yue grabbed the lottery bucket: "Let me try."

   Mrs. Ying was frightened, and pressed her precious son's arm: "Don't! This thing is evil and tight."

   "The way of divination is originally mysterious and mysterious." He Yue laughed, "Don't worry, mother, my luck has never been bad." After saying that, he shook a few times.

  A stick fell to the ground, it was a primary color bamboo stick.

  He Lingchuan picked it up and took a look, and the lottery was awarded.

   "Hey, yours is not bad."

  (end of this chapter)

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