After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 77

"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 spirit, which makes sense." He Chunhua is applying ointment on the cheeks of his eldest son. The skin and flesh of the wound are rolled out, and the special ointment can accelerate 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, "My mind went blank when I was hugged by the white light. 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's only three or five breaths of work." Situ Han recalled.

"Do you have a headache and dizziness?"

"Yes, yes! Dad, how do you know?" He Lingchuan wondered, "My temples are throbbing non-stop, and the pain is still excruciating."

He Chunhua thought for a while: "Go back and find the great shaman to see if the spirit 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 used the three corpses to control the enemy's defection, and the Gale army was 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 quell the rebellion. By the way, the black dragon finally said that its mission has been completed. You said, that is... "

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

What can you get by asking these four straight-ass guys?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.

There is an impulse in his heart, willing to do it for him at any cost.

Of course, this was the original body's subjective emotion, 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 entire city, seemingly protecting them, but actually monitoring them.

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 ready.

When the fried rice cake is boiled with water, it turns into rice porridge. The taste is a bit scumbag, not as smooth as the specially made white porridge.

Everyone was snoring and drinking, sitting like this in the 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 the food and wine are full, the sleepy bugs will come.

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

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He Yue lay down very early, tossing and turning, and barely fell asleep until the second watch.

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 back on the bed, he didn't feel sleepy at all, 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 boy was almost exhausted.

However, when the cock 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 changed with excitement.

He Yue scrambled to his feet, 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 gloom and mist that had shrouded He's house in the past two days disappeared instantly.

Surrounded in the middle of the crowd, who else was it, 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, and when he was overjoyed, he couldn't believe it: "The wild 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 ash 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 bandit army at Woling Pass has been suppressed, and Grand 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!"

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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 even 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.

It's like being alive again.

The wild sand season is far from over, and the group can get out of the Panlong Desert safely, relying on the escort 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)