After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 558

  Chapter 558 Friendly tour group

  Shao Jian snorted, "Since the founding of Bega, it has planned, launched, and even personally participated in thousands of wars. It relies on doing such things for the gods in exchange for its own continuation and strength!"

   "Tell me—" he said word by word, "Are these demon kings and king masters traitors in the world?"

   "...Yes." He Lingchuan said cautiously, "But it seems that Bega hasn't fought a war in the past ten years?"

"It didn't move by itself, so what about the state of Ju? What about the state of Dai?" Shao Jian said coldly, "The new king of the state of Ju revolutionized the government, and the rebellion suddenly broke out. More than 20,000 people died within half a year, and the king of Ju state himself was buried here. Under the chaos of knives, and then the rebels from all walks of life fought for the big position. It was really killing people like mowing grass, and it hasn't stopped until now."

"The Kingdom of Dai has been in peace for only 20 years, yet it is at war with its old enemy. The feud is getting deeper and deeper. I don't know when it will end." Shao Jian shook his head. These, I don't know, huh, there are countless.”

"The gods are not stupid. Blindly harvesting the nightmare gas is just fishing in a dry lake." Speaking of the gods, Shao Jian will never have a good face. "The human world also needs to recuperate, which is conducive to the recovery of spiritual energy. Otherwise, people will die. How can the gods collect it?" Nightmare Qi? Just in time, the reproduction and prosperity of human beings and the recovery of spiritual energy are basically at the same time, and as long as the gods control the intensity and frequency of wars through Bega, they can guarantee the continuous supply of nightmare gas and maintain the quality and quantity."

   "In this way..." He Lingchuan chose his words carefully, "Isn't the human world just the pasture of the gods?"

   Harvest when there are too many people, and stock up when there are fewer people.

   How is this different from raising pigs and raising cattle?

   "Who says it's not?" Shao Jian sighed leisurely, "Tianjin and Bega are the root of the endless turmoil in this world!"

  He Lingchuan's eyes moved slightly: "Since the gods survive by harvesting the nightmare of human beings, why does Mitian empress help us?"

  Betraying one's own origin and standing on the opposite side of the entire race, can a normal **** do such a thing?

   "This? I have to ask Commander Zhong." Shao Jian wiped off the sheep oil on the knife, "I don't know the content of the agreement he made with Mi Tian."

  He Lingchuan felt that he hadn't told the whole truth.

"In short, you have to understand that Panlong City is not a fairyland outside the world. Sooner or later, the gods will turn their attention to this place. At that time..." The hatred in Shao Jian's eyes can't be hidden at last. You can't even imagine. Since Brother Zhong has chosen the correct and difficult path, you can only go forward!"

  No turning back? He Lingchuan looked up at the starry sky and silently took a breath of cold air.

  Just after dawn, He Lingchuan went out for a stroll.

  He is a newcomer, and he is still unknown. Few people recognize him in the huge Lingxu City, so he just took this opportunity to visit.

  Yesterday when he entered the city, it was getting dark, and the whole journey was full of sight-seeing, so he can take a stroll this morning.

The core area of ​​Panlong City is only located in Wanglin Street, but Lingxu City does not have the so-called "core", because its bustling urban area is too large, and stretches of streets and markets are all allocated to it, and the main city He Lingchuan and the auxiliary city each have a central area. In He Lingchuan's view, they are called business districts.

   This is a place where wealth is collected, distributed and circulated in the world. He walked all the way, and even recognized the special products of the Yuan Kingdom and the Fu Kingdom in the street shops.

  North and South goods, rare treasures in the universe, as long as you have money, you can buy them here.

   Going to the back of the high-rise mansion, there are rows of restaurants, there are large restaurants and small restaurants, the business is booming, and the flow of customers is constant.

  He Lingchuan saw a restaurant with a small face, but the signboard said "Plagiarism Seafood", so he walked in.

  There is a pine bonsai outside the door, and two yellow peach parrots are playing with each other on the tree. The environment inside the store is clean and elegant. There are four sets of mahogany tables and chairs in total, and three tables of guests have already been seated.

  He Lingchuan looked left and right, but he didn't see where the seafood was. When I asked, I realized that the seawater pools were all behind, and I was afraid that putting them in the front would be considered unsightly.

  He Lingchuan had been in such a small restaurant before, and no one cared about its "elegance". As expected of Lingxu City, even a small shop has a high B rating.

   After a while, the seafood porridge he ordered arrived, and it was still bubbling when it was served.

He stirred it with a spoon, yo, there are quite a lot of ingredients, except for squid and scallops, which should be soaked in dry goods, sea oysters, shrimps, clams and small octopus are all fresh and processed, and the fresh and sweet taste in the mouth is deceiving. Inhuman.

  The rice porridge is also boiled salty and fragrant, and the fire is in place.

  He Lingchuan drank two sips, only to feel that the cold autumn air was driven away, and the warmth in his stomach was very warm.

   Next is butter noodles.

  The so-called "butter" refers to crab meat and crab roe. How royal the taste is, I don't need to say more, this shop also adds some pig fat to fry it together, which makes it more oily.

  He Lingchuan knows that big restaurants have stricter requirements. They only use bald butter, that is, no trace of crab meat is added, and pure crab roe and crab paste are extracted, which is extravagant.

  He doesn't pay much attention to it, as long as it tastes good.

   Then there are two large plates of sea sausage + fish dumplings.

   Freshly chopped dace meat is stirred into a paste, and then mixed with chopped sea sausage to make stuffing. Even the dumpling skin is black—the ink of octopus or squid is dyed.

  In all honesty, the taste is really good, but the portion is a bit small. He Lingchuan rubbed his belly, it must be 20% full at most.

  Pay out the money to settle the bill, which happens to be one tael of silver.

   That's a thousand bucks.

  He hissed lightly, he wanted to eat as much as he could, and he didn't get five taels of silver for a meal? The price is really not cheap.

  Lingxu City does not rely on the sea, so fresh sea goods come here, and the travel expenses cannot be saved. Besides, this is the main city, where every inch of land is expensive...

   Looking at the tables on the left and right, there are young men and women, eating slowly, and there is even less sound of clinking bowls and spoons.

   Sure enough, this is not a place to fill people's bellies.

He Lingchuan bid farewell to the smiling boss, went out and turned a few corners, found a steamed stuffed bun shop in the back row, and ordered ten big fresh meat buns, each as big as his fist, plus two bowls of millet and miscellaneous grains Porridge.

   After this sporadic snoring, I was finally full.

  He Lingchuan came out of the bun shop and looked up.

  Lingxu City can be said to be a model of the harmonious coexistence of monsters. The streets are full of all kinds of monsters. The one who was sitting in the steamed stuffed bun shop collecting money just now was a baboon monster, counting copper coins to him while drenching his hands.

  There are often birds in the sky and branches.

  In this environment, He Lingchuan didn't even know whether he was being watched or not. He only hoped that when he was new here, others wouldn't be able to spot him.

  He also visited two clothing stores and several specialty shops, bought some sets of clothes and souvenirs, ordered two pots of morning tea in a teahouse, and listened to a storybook.

  Recently, some inexplicable strange things happened in the small country in the northwest of Beja. Storytellers use it to add fuel and vinegar, and add some subjective assumptions, and it is a few good stories. Because it was fresh, everyone listened intently and interrupted him to ask questions from time to time.

   This is a leisurely morning.

  He Lingchuan was not worried about the safety of Prince Chiyan at all. Given his status and status, and the next Chiyan Demon King favored by the gods, Lingxu City should be kind to him.

   Sure enough, the eyeball spider quickly sent him a message, saying that Fu Shanyue had returned to the post house, cleaned up and went out again.

  At the foot of the Son of Heaven, socializing is probably one of the most important activities for the upper class. If you only go to two houses a day, you won't be able to finish it in two or three months.

  Prince Chiyan also has many people who need to visit.

  So He Lingchuan was not in a hurry, and continued sightseeing in the city, and even spent some money to join a guided tour.

  Lingxu City is too developed, as long as it is a job that can make money, there are people here to do it. There are many scenic spots nearby, so there are really people who specialize in tourism and take tour groups, and the specially chartered deer carts are very spacious when sitting up.

  In fact, the person in charge is not a human being at all, but a fat white-fronted gibbon.

  This ape demon is more refined than human beings. The scenic spots introduced along the way are really called the lotus flower, and a stinky ditch can also be explained as a place where sharks spend their time... The most amazing thing is that this dead monkey even took them shopping!

Surrounding local souvenir shops, restaurants that are not expensive but not delicious, and you have to face the stinky face and sneer from the tour guide if you don't buy anything, this properly aroused He Lingchuan's hometown feeling, even taking him to see the ape monster is also kind too much.

  Someone stopped playing halfway and wanted a refund to leave, but the gibbon bared its teeth, and two huge mandrills with bulging muscles stood behind them, looking at him silently with painted faces.

  The passenger immediately said that the itinerary was so much fun, it would be a shame not to complete the trip with the group.

  However, a few small accidents in the middle made He Lingchuan discover that the gibbon is quite familiar with the main city and Beikan District, and there are many trivial connections. It even said that as long as the guests can afford the money, it can take everyone to the floating island to see what kind of fairyland the rich people live in, which is guaranteed to be like another world.

   But you can't walk around at will in that place, you have to follow its instructions and winks.

   At this time, He Lingchuan saw that the deer cart had arrived, and left the group on his own in Xidui District without listening to its nonsense.

  Of course, there will be no refunds for unfinished attractions.

  He Lingchuan walked another distance, and soon came to an ordinary residential area, and turned into Diliu Lane.

  There is a row of street shops in front of this place, and a small river ditch behind it. It has nothing to do with quietness in the middle of the bustle.

  After all, they are still in Lingxu City, and the houses of every household are small, at most two or three times the size of He Lingchuan's residence in Panlong City, and they are also row upon row, one family next to the other.

   Entering the alley, He Lingchuan counted the doors and walked through until the sixth door.

  He reached out to knock, but he heard laughter coming from inside, and there was more than one person.

Um?

  This doesn't seem like the target he's looking for.

  He Lingchuan mobilized his strength, and heard people chatting inside, as well as the sound of objects clinking—

   They were drinking.

  He Lingchuan looked back and found that there was an old man sitting on the threshold basking in the sun in the alley, looking at him with half-closed eyes, and there were also boys playing with grass horses and fighting in the yard, yelling.

  This kind of street is full of old neighbors for decades, and a stranger is very conspicuous.

  He Lingchuan thought for a while, then turned and walked back.

   After a while, there was a knock on the sixth door.

  The drinker inside poked his head out and looked around, but there was no one there.

"here!"

  He lowered his head, only to see the little boy standing in front of him, holding a note in his hand: "A letter to Tong Wei!"

   Tong Wei? Who is Tong Wei?

  (end of this chapter)

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