After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 23

  Chapter 23

"Maybe they got it, but there was an accident in the middle, so they didn't send it back to Xianyou?" He Lingchuan insisted on arguing, oh no, he raised a reasonable question, "The baby has never been used on the battlefield, it doesn't mean it's still intact stay in the Panlong Desert."

   "No, it's still there." Sun Guoshi was confident, "Otherwise, how do you think the Panlong Wasteland became a desert?"

  He saw He Chunhua looking at the broken comb over and over again, and he didn't intend to hand it over. He was about to reach out to ask for it, but He Chunhua said first: "I'll keep it first."

  Sun Fuping knew that he was worried about the two of them, so he gave up the idea of ​​asking for it.

  He Lingchuan was a little surprised: "Hey, didn't you say that the resentful souls of the Gale Army are immortal and sweep away the vitality of the entire wasteland?"

"If this is the case, it is just an appearance. Without Dafang Pot, they would have dissipated between heaven and earth long ago. Don't forget that since they can hatch thousands of heart-confusing worms, they should contain tens of thousands of resentful souls." No pressure."

  The heart-confusing worm is invisible, bodyless and qualityless, similar to the soul body, or it itself is part of the human soul. The Dafang Pot can hold this kind of thing, and it is likely that it can also hold resentful souls.

  Nian Songyu also said at the side: "The ruins of Panlong are not far away, let's go back quickly, maybe we can evacuate before September, and we don't have to face the wrath of Panlong Desert."

   It is already August 15th, and there are still fifteen days left before September. Having said that, Panlong Desert didn't go crazy by pinching Huang Li, how could the timing of face-changing be so precise? It may be delayed or it may be brought forward.

  He Chunhua nodded: "We are also raising people when we are searching for Leopard Tooth, and we will be able to set off in the morning of the day after tomorrow!"

  Nian Songyu frowned: "Isn't it possible tomorrow? It's already mid-August..."

  Before he finished speaking, Sun Fuping interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Just August 16th. At this time, it is already difficult to gather the manpower. It will take some time for me to prepare for the ceremony."

  Before the king's master goes out for an expedition, the national teacher must conduct a funeral, one for divination, and the other for praying.

  Usually, how can the Xiaoxiaojun soldiers in Qiansong County enjoy such specifications?

  Before they left, He Lingchuan went to Songyu again: "Captain Nian, what should I say?"

  Nian Songyu's mind was full of Panlong Desert, so he asked him casually, "What do you explain?"

   "The person who gave information about my injury." He Lingchuan reminded him, "Give me a name, and I won't bother you later."

  Both sides have reached a cooperation, but Nian Songyu didn't expect that this dude would want to get to the bottom of it. He looked indifferent: "My guard said that the man has been lost."

  That's all for now, what can the rich second generation in the countryside do?

  He Lingchuan looked regretful: "I really can't find it?"

  Nian Songyu's mouth twitched: "It's a trivial matter. Mr. He should focus on the present first."

  Uncle Hao walked by from behind and just heard this sentence.

  In the evening, Hong Baidao came to He Lingchuan suddenly.

   "Young Master He, something is wrong!"

  He Lingchuan was surprised when he heard this, and then thoughtful: "Don't panic, what's the big deal? Uncle Hao, find him for me!"

  Two days passed in a flash.

  Due to the efforts of all parties, the past twenty hours have been uneventful.

  The horror of the Panlong Desert is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and every year there are deadly negative teaching materials, but He Chunhua still gathered 200 people within the specified time.

  The team that He Chunhua pulled together were not all soldiers, but quite a few criminals exiled to the frontier.

  Kite country's exile period is very long, other countries only need ten to fifteen years, but it is eighteen to twenty-five years. The criminals who were exiled to Heishui City had long been mentally prepared not to go back.

  Yuan Kingdom has been in civil wars for years, whether it is the separatist regime of the vassal king, or the uprising of grass heads. This way of beating life and death, the army has been consumed one crop after another, and the soldiers have long been difficult to recruit.

Qiansong County has had many foreign wars in the past ten years, and the regular army has been severely reduced. Therefore, Heishui City has tried its best to absorb soldiers from the local area. Hard labor all day long.

  Sun Guoshi also brought an amnesty order from the royal court this time.

  Anyone who follows them to explore the Panlong Desert will immediately return to freedom, no matter how big their previous crimes were, they will be forgiven.

   And there is a big reward.

  Under heavy rewards, there must be a brave man. There are many things worse than death in this world, such as being poor.

The bounty offered by the government is enough for these poor people to bid farewell to the fifth girl, marry a decent wife, take three or four concubines, give birth to five or six fat boys, and buy seven or eight acres of good paddy fields. If you don't do it, you can spend the rest of your life comfortably.

   Simply put, it's either sudden death or sudden wealth.

  Besides, there are already many desperadoes in the borderlands, and the number of applicants is dozens more than He Chunhua expected.

As for the lieutenant Zeng Feixiong who leads this team, his father has been insane for almost twenty years and suffers from exhaustion. The medicine he takes every month is more than his salary. Right now he already owes a p share debt. He Chunhua promised that if he was willing to lead the team to take a trip to the Panlong Desert, all the debts would be reimbursed, and Father Zeng would be able to enjoy his life in peace, with medicine to take, someone to serve him, and someone to send him off in hemp and mourning at the end.

  In this age of war and chaos, it may be several times more difficult to have a good death than to get rich.

  So, Zeng Feixiong came.

  It is five o'clock at this moment, before dawn, the team has already assembled at the north gate of Heishui City, waiting for the national teacher to go to the funeral.

  The altar has been set up here, and Sun Fuping took a bath beforehand and put on a bright yellow robe to go on stage.

  Clothes of this color can only be worn by the Ninth Five-Year Supreme and the National Teacher, and the rest will be beheaded.

  He Lingchuan is very interested, because the way of worshiping gods in this world is not something that can be done simply by simple mahogany swords, talisman paper water, and haste like laws.

  Sun Fuping took out the long staff and tapped it lightly on the ground, the monster on the head of the staff raised its head to the sky and roared loudly.

  This monster has a wide nose and big mouth, protruding eyes and mandibles, and roars like a bull, shaking the surrounding fields.

  Pedestrians on the road were curious and gathered into a crowd of onlookers.

   The monster roared three times, one louder than the other, and the last one was like thunder, making people's ears buzzing.

  As if responding to the roar of a beast, the clouds in the sky quickly thickened and turned black, and finally a few thunderclaps exploded in the deepest part of the cloud, rumbling down.

  This is called the sympathy between man and nature.

   After more than ten breaths, it started to rain.

  The clouds were only above the team's heads, so the rain only fell on the soldiers. The clothes and hair of the people watching were dry and not wet.

   Such precise control is remarkable.

   "The monster on the head of the staff is Yazi, which has the ability to call wind and rain, but it lacks two horns." Standing beside his elder brother, He Yue murmured, "Why doesn't Sun Guoshi use his luck to pray for rain? Doesn't it take a lot of energy?"

  His voice was very low, but Nian Songyu still heard: "It can't be used, so as not to cause trouble in the future."

   "Isn't this Xingjiao?" He Lingchuan stood between him and his second brother, using himself as a barrier to separate the two, "Then what is the national teacher doing?"

  (end of this chapter)

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