After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 363

   The rain stopped at some point.

  The full moon in the night sky sprinkles silver light on the lake.

  The return trip went smoothly, there was not even a crater on the road, so He Lingchuan took Sanye Gan back to the county.

  The night was dark and silent, not to mention that there was no one on the road, not even a dog barking.

  He Lingchuan lifted Sanye Gan off his horse and removed the rag that gagged his mouth: "I will let you go as you say. But if you still come to trouble me later..."

  He had previously promised that as long as Sanye Gan took him to find the witch, he would be saved from death.

  Gan Sanye was stuffed all the way with cloth strips, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't speak well: "I will, I will, I will never dare again!"

  He Lingchuan let go: "Go away!"

  Mr. Gan staggered a bit, fearing that he would change his mind, enduring the pain and limping home.

  He Lingchuan pointed, and another little spider jumped onto the back of Mr. Gan, allowing him to carry him away.

   Not killing does not mean not being prepared.

  He Lingchuan still wants to keep an eye on the follow-up, to see if this kid will be malicious again.

He Lingchuan didn't want to kill him with a single knife. He Lingchuan still couldn't figure it out. Why did the sorceress make three demands to Sanye Gan? She can even take down the private soldiers of the Beja country. Isn't it easy to deal with a county dude? , still need to do three things for him first?

  Compared with others, what makes Sanye Gan different?

  Thinking of the battle inside and outside the bamboo building, He Lingchuan was still a little uneasy.

  It seems too easy for the sorceress to die like this.

   If you want to say something is wrong, you can't find it for a while.

   Could it be that the monster woman in the countryside is so easy to deal with? He doesn't necessarily encounter difficult opponents every time.

  The abuse of food in the rivers and lakes is the norm.

   That's all, go back and rest first, and talk about things tomorrow.

  He Lingchuan went straight to the Purple Bamboo Garden where he stayed, and the concierge disappeared. The front hall was empty, only the lamp remained on. He went back to the soup room familiarly, took a bath, and lay down with his clothes on.

  Holding his hands behind his head, He Lingchuan seemed to be staring at the roof in a daze, but in fact he secretly used the eye spider's perspective to monitor Mr. Gan.

  However, Sanye Gan, a soft-footed crab, walked more and more slowly. Seeing that he was rushing to Gan's house, he suddenly sat down on the side of the road and could no longer walk.

   Then, he collapsed, covering his face and crying loudly.

   What happened in the past two days was nothing short of a nightmare for Mr. Gan, who has always been going smoothly.

  Nightmare from which I cannot wake up.

  The pillars of the family were gone, and the pass that could save Gan's Chamber of Commerce was not obtained. Tonight he himself experienced a thrilling experience, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.

  His life collapsed from here.

  He Lingchuan was also speechless when he saw this, and secretly said a waste.

  Let Sanye Gan sit on a dusty street corner and taste the bitter fruit slowly. He Lingchuan withdrew his gaze and crossed his legs to adjust his breath.

  Tonight is not suitable for sleeping, and he has not fully settled down. He only let his true energy slowly go away for a few weeks.

   Not long after, there seemed to be footsteps outside, very light.

  He Lingchuan opened his eyes.

  Someone knocked on the door lightly, and said softly, "Mr. He, are you asleep?"

  「Which one?」

  「I am Bai Tan.」

  He Lingchuan also recognized that the voice was indeed Bai Tan, the maid who served the soup room. "What's wrong?"

   "I just saw you come back." Bai Tan said briskly, "I brought you a midnight snack. It's fish porridge with mushrooms."

"come in."

  Bai Tan pushed the door open and came in with a smile all over his face. Sure enough, he was holding a tray in his hand, on which was a steaming sea bowl, and the porridge was fragrant.

  He Lingchuan seemed to be taken aback, looking at Bai Tan, and then at the red lacquer plate she was holding:

  The mushrooms are thick, the fish fillets are tender and white, and the rice porridge is also blooming. It is obvious that slow cooking on low heat is effective.

  「Only porridge?」

  Bai Tanqi said: "Do you need anything else?"

   "How can I eat meat porridge without deep-fried steamed buns?" He Lingchuan frowned, "Go, get me two!"

   Deep-fried delicacies are fried dough sticks. In the past, no matter how rich the salty porridge was, he would buy another deep-fried dough stick to soak in it.

  ” Ah, yes. Bai Tan was also taken aback, but quickly put down the tray and went out.

   It took about a quarter of an hour for her to go.

  When Bai Tan came back again, he had an oiled paper bag in his hand, inside were two golden fried steamed buns, the fragrance could be smelled from a long distance.

   "Young master, please use it."

  Just as He Lingchuan was about to pick up the porridge bowl, Bai Tan turned on the oil lamp, and with the one she brought in, the light in the room became even brighter.

  He held the porridge with his left hand and smelled it, then suddenly asked Bai Tan: "Where did you bring this porridge?"

"kitchen."

  「Did you cook it?」

  Bai Tan seemed a little embarrassed: "Exactly. You can try my concubine's craft."

   "Must." He Lingchuan smiled slightly, bowed his head and was about to drink the porridge when the long knife in his waist suddenly came out of its sheath.

  The light of the knife is like running water, but it can be received as soon as it is fired.

   Bai Tan's expression froze, and it took a while for his head to fall off his neck.

  She widened her eyes in disbelief, her lips moved, as if she was asking:

"why?"

  He Lingchuan looked at her coldly: "Are you showing off your tricks in front of me?"

  Actually, Bai Tan entered the door just now, and she was still a beautiful woman under the light, but in He Lingchuan's eyes, this was a black smoke-covered evil spirit hugging the white paper man to act!

  Every move of "Bai Tan" is just a performance of a marionette.

   Sure enough, the maid who was split in half by him didn't bleed at all, and turned into ashes in a blink of an eye. The evil ghost behind it disappeared immediately.

  It seems that the witch is not dead yet.

  He Lingchuan breathed out, it really wasn't that simple.

  Things sent by evil spirits, of course, cannot be imported. He Lingchuan was about to stand up when he suddenly felt something strange out of the corner of his eye.

  The red lacquer tray is very smooth and bright, and it is so shiny.

  The shadow in the tray moved just now.

  The two oil lamps in front of him were full of light. He Lingchuan stared carefully, and there was only his own reflection on the plate.

  He moved his eyeballs, and the reflection followed suit. The scenery behind him is all virtual, after all, it is not as bright as the daytime.

   Misread? It was just a flickering fire?

  He was about to look away when Shadow suddenly grinned and smiled at him.

  He Lingchuan is seventeen years old this year. He is handsome and high-spirited. Walking on the street, he can often turn the heads of big girls and young wives. Therefore, this reflection is also handsome, handsome and heroic.

   But this smile is incredible, showing a mouth full of fangs like tigers and wolves!

  The look in his eyes also became evil and ferocious, as if the girl had succeeded in her scheme.

Oops!

  He Lingchuan's scalp went numb, and he subconsciously wanted to knock it over, when the shadow in the mirror suddenly jumped out and hugged his head and face!

   His eyes darkened, and his mind immediately became dizzy.

  With all the strength in his body, he couldn't use it at all. The trap is actually set here, the tray for the bowl, and the "white sandalwood" is just a cover.

  Defending against coming and going, why did he still follow the opponent's way?

   At this moment, the sword around his waist shook, and suddenly there was a long sound of "Qiang", conveying the sound of killing and cutting.

  He Lingchuan shuddered, regained his sanity, and cut the red lacquered tray in two with a knife.

  He held the knife in his hand and looked at the tray. It turned out that a square bronze mirror was placed on the bottom of the tray, so that the person who took the porridge could see it when he lowered his head.

  Now there are several cracks on the mirror surface, the shadow inside flitted left and right but couldn't get out, grinning at him anxiously.

  Just now, he was almost taken by this thing?

  He Lingchuan suddenly understood how Wu Jinsong and others lost their souls. As long as you still use your eyes to see things, this is hard to guard against.

  He strode out of the soup room, looked around, and found that the place was still quiet. When I first came back, I didn't feel any difference. Now I listen carefully. I live in Zizhu Garden.

  There are many plants such as plum, orchid, and bamboo, and there are two shallow ponds in front of it. It is early summer at this time, how can there be no insects and frogs?

  People, where did they go?

  He kicked open the wooden door of the soup room opposite. With a bang, the door fell down.

  If there are guests here, 90% of them will yell and curse, and maybe a maid lady ran out screaming.

   But no, the quiet room was empty.

  He even picked out eight soup rooms, but they were all empty, and there were two people in the last one.

  In fact, it is not accurate to say that people are, this is a paper man under the control of two evil spirits, stacked together to do happy things.

  Two paper figurines, one is a big man and the other is a slender beauty.

  Looking at their postures, it seems that they have not realized that they are just paper figures.

  But when He Lingchuan broke in, they turned their heads together, and suddenly got up and rushed over.

  The big man knocked down a screen in the middle of the journey, judging by the speed and strength, he was no different from a real person.

  How could He Lingchuan be polite to him, cutting his throat across the board.

   Who would have thought that when this guy ran across the screen, he picked up the candlestick, and slammed it into He Lingchuan's face, making his moves like a tiger and a tiger.

   When He Lingchuan cut off the candlestick, he grabbed a big bronze stick from the bedside, waved it and smashed it.

  The momentum is heavy.

   There were more than ten ping-pong sessions, and the two played offense and defense with each other.

  As soon as he got started, He Lingchuan discovered that this paper figurine actually used the military stick method, and its momentum was a bit like Meng San.

  But the real Monsanto was defeated by him, how long can this fake paper man last?

  Finally, He Lingchuan nailed it to the pillar with a single knife, and the paper figurine and the evil spirit on it seemed to be in unbearable pain.

  He Lingchuan said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

  The evil spirits on the long-toothed pig can obey the orders of Sanye Gan, so he assumes that these guys can understand human language, so he tries to communicate.

   Sure enough, after asking a few times, the paper figurine grinned: "Your grandfather is Qi Ming, the centurion commander under General Xiao Lin Junyou, and he is not afraid of being killed or cut!"

  Xiao Lin Jun? Where did I hear this name?

   Just then, there was some movement outside, rattling.

  The paper figurine also heard it, and shouted: "Come here, the enemy is here!"

  He Lingchuan chopped it to pieces with a knife, jumped on the top of the wall above the soup pool with a single toe, and then climbed onto the crown of a huge acacia tree in two vertical leaps.

  The tree is six feet high. From here, you can not only overlook the whole Zizhu Garden, but also half of the county.

  The night wind howled, and he stood on the swaying branch, unable to see a little light underneath.

   And more paper figurines have poured into the soup room of the big man with paper figurines.

  They looked around under the control of the evil spirits, looking for the whereabouts of He Lingchuan.

  He carefully looked at the portraits of these things. It seemed that they were all military uniforms, but the styles were unfamiliar, and he didn't know which country they belonged to.

With the help of the moonlight in the sky, he also saw the paper people began to walk up the streets and alleys of Wuze County, some strolled in the courtyard, some sat on the side of the road as if drunk, and some rushed to Zizhuyuan in a group, as if they were local trappers. quick.

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