After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 80

  Chapter 80 Good Good Good Good

"The Dafang Pot can receive the resentful souls in the Panlong Wasteland, and Zhong Shengguang is also one of them." He Lingchuan recalled, "You don't know that when I first entered the secret realm, Panlong City was peaceful and prosperous, far more prosperous Heishui City. At that time, Zhong Shengguang had just arrived in Panlong City to take up his duties, and I guess that was the happiest time in his memory, so the illusion completely reproduced Panlong City in peacetime."

  The world is too bitter, so we have to use the beauty of nothingness to counteract it, the living and the dead are the same.

"Later, Nian Songyu climbed up the city gate and set up a crossbow and set fire to the city. The most important thing was to blow up the bell house, and also tore up the illusory dream, which alarmed the black dragon." He Lingchuan shrugged, "No way, Anyone who wakes up is very angry."

"The Dafang pot has been in Panlong City for more than 20 years. Zhong Shengguang has established a close relationship with it. After his death, his soul was collected into the Dafang pot and turned into a tool spirit. This makes sense." He Chunhua was applying ointment to the eldest son's cheek, The skin and flesh of the wound here are rolled out, and the special ointment can speed up the healing.

"If we can't take the Dafang Pot away, I'm afraid there will still be a crazy sand season on Hongya Road in the future." He pondered for a while, and then asked, "By the way, I heard that the gods attached to you first, why did they run away later? "

   "I don't know either." He Lingchuan looked dazed, "When I was hugged by a white light, my mind went blank. When I regained consciousness, it had already run out to find Nian Songyu."

   "How long has this been going on?" He Chunhua asked other witnesses.

   "It only takes three or five breaths." Situ Han recalled.

   "Do you have headache and dizziness?"

   "Yes, yes! Dad, how do you know?" He Lingchuan wondered, "My temple is throbbing non-stop, and it still hurts like hell."

  He Chunhua thought for a while: "Go back and find the great shaman to see if the soul has been damaged."

   "Oh." What is the meaning of the word "Zai"? He Lingchuan was vigilant, when did the great shaman look at himself?

  The topic quickly returned to Dafang Pot.

   "Is this artifact really integrated with Panlong City?"

   "Maybe it's true?" He Lingchuan thought in reverse, "Otherwise Dafanghu would use the three corpse insects to control the enemy's defection, and the Gale army would be invincible. Why didn't Zhong Shengguang take the opportunity to fight back to his homeland? It can be seen that this treasure has restrictions on its use."

   "The things of the gods are not so easy to use." He Chunhua nodded, "Unfortunately, there is no way to use it to counter the rebellion. By the way, the black dragon finally said that its mission has been completed. You say, that is..."

  Seeing the four people looking at him with burning eyes, He Chunhua smiled slightly and retracted the text.

  Ask these four straight-ass guys what can they ask? It's better to go back and discuss with He Yue.

   He Chunhua was very unwilling to get this treasure. It was also the first time that He Lingchuan saw his father being so passionate about something, he even sighed and lamented.

  He had an impulse in his heart, and he was willing to do it for him no matter the cost.

  Of course, this is the subjective emotion of the original body, not his.

   Fortunately, He Chunhua also understood that the expedition must end. It would take all the resources to open the Chijing passage, and the possibility of finding a second way to obtain the Dafang Pot is extremely slim.

   Besides, the heroic spirits of the Gale Army patrolled the city, seemingly protecting, but actually monitoring.

  If the living people want to build large-scale construction projects in Panlong Desolate City, these heroic spirits may not agree.

  They can only go back obediently, without the capital of willfulness.

   At this time, the food in the pot is cooked.

  When the fried rice cake is boiled with water, it turns into rice porridge.

   Everyone was snoring and drinking, sitting like this in a lonely city in the wilderness, listening to the rain hitting the eaves, while watching the heroic spirits of the Gale Army roaming around, it felt like a lifetime away.

  He Lingchuan also took out good wine and shared it with everyone.

   When you are full of wine and food, sleepy bugs come.

  After more than ten hours of thrilling, I was tired. Zeng Feixiong called his own soldiers to come over to guard, and everyone fell asleep as soon as they lay down.

  He Yue lay down very early, tossing and turning, and barely fell asleep until two o'clock.

  The past few days have been the most difficult time for the He family. He has to deal with heavy county affairs during the day, and he has to comfort his grieving mother when he returns home at night. Both are arduous tasks.

  When he finally lay down on the bed, he was completely sleepless, and all he could think about was what to do to support the future of mother and child. The death of his father was a fatal blow to the family.

   After a few days, the mental guy was almost exhausted.

  However, when the **** crowed that day, there seemed to be some commotion outside, and then He Yue heard an emergency knock on the door: "Second Young Master, get up quickly, Master and Eldest Young Master are back!"

  The usually decent old butler, now his voice has changed with excitement.

  He Yue got up suddenly, stunned for a while, then suddenly grabbed the long coat beside the bed and rushed out.

  The front yard was bustling with people, everyone was smiling, as if they had picked up a big ingot.

  The gloomy clouds that had shrouded He's house in the past two days disappeared instantly.

   Surrounded in the middle of the crowd, who else is not He Chunhua, He Lingchuan and his son? Although disgraced, a little haggard.

  The second young master of the He family, who has always been calm, yelled and hugged his father and brother without regard for face.

  He Chunhua stroked his head: "Okay, okay, you have worked hard during this time."

  He Lingchuan chuckled: "You have to wag your tail to welcome us home."

  He Yue rubbed his eyes, overjoyed and yet unbelievable: "The mad sand season is not over yet, how did you come back? Didn't you go through the desert?"

   "It's a long story!" He Lingchuan rubbed his face, "First clean up the dust for us, the dust weighs two catties."

"I also have something important to report!" He Yue grasped his father's arm and said word by word, "Finally, the information from the east has come, the bandits at Woling Pass have been suppressed, and the Great Sima Dong Haoming rebelled! "

   This heavy hit left the He family father and son dumbfounded.

  He Chunhua suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, as if all his troubles and sorrows were swept away: "Okay, okay, okay!"

   At this time, Mrs. Ying also arrived, looking at her husband with tears in her eyes: "You are finally back!"

  It wasn't until Dongfang Daliang that He Lingchuan climbed out of the bathtub, stretched comfortably, as if he was born again.

  How can there be such enjoyment in the desert?

  He soaked in two large buckets of hot water, and with the help of a scrubber hired by the He family with extra money, he wiped off the old mud and dust on his body.

  People seem to be alive again.

  The wild sand season is far from over, and the group can get out of the Panlong Desert safely, relying on the **** of the heroic spirits of the Gale Army. Wherever these heroic spirits go, the resentful souls and three corpses will automatically disperse, and even the wind and sand will not be so turbulent, and humans can pass through.

  (end of this chapter)

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