I don't know when the rain stopped.

The full moon in the night sky shines silver on the surface of the lake.

……

The return trip was very smooth, there was not even a pit on the road, and He Lingchuan took Gan Sanye back to the county seat.

The night was deep, and there was silence, not to mention that there was no figure on the road, and even the dog did not bark.

He Lingchuan lifted Gan Sanye off the horse and took off the rags that were gaged: "If you talk, I will let you go." But if you come to me in the future......

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

Gan Sanye was stuffed with strips of cloth all the way, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't say anything: "Bu, Bu, I dare again!"

Only then did He Lingchuan let go: "Get out!"

Gan Sanye staggered, for fear that he would change his mind, so he limped home with the pain.

He Lingchuan pointed, and another little spider jumped onto Gan Sanye's back and let him carry him away.

Not killing doesn't mean not being defenseless.

He Lingchuan still wants to keep an eye on the follow-up to see if this kid will have bad intentions again.

didn't kill him with a knife, but He Lingchuan still didn't understand why the goddess made three requests to Gan Sanye? She can even take down the *** private soldiers of the Bega country, isn't it easy to deal with a county town, and she needs to do three things for him first?

Compared with others, what is different about Gan Sanye?

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

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

But if you want to say what's 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 always have to meet a difficult opponent.

Jianghu abuse of vegetables is the norm.

Let's go back and rest first, and I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have something.

He Lingchuan went straight to the Zizhuyuan where he settled, and the gatehouse didn't know where to go, the front hall was empty, only the lamps were still there. He returned to the soup room, took a bath, and lay down in his clothes.

With his hands behind his head, He Lingchuan seemed to be staring at the roof, but in fact, he secretly called the perspective of the eyeball spider to monitor Gan Sanye.

However, Gan Sanye, a soft-footed crab, walked slower and slower, and when he saw that he was running to Gan's house, he suddenly sat down on the side of the road and couldn't walk anymore.

Then he broke down and cried with his face covered.

The encounter in the past two days is tantamount to a nightmare for Gan Sanye, who has always been smooth.

Nightmares that I can't wake up from.

The pillars of the family are gone, and the pass order that can save the Gan Chamber of Commerce from fire and water has not been obtained, and tonight he himself has experienced a thrilling situation, and he doesn't know how many ribs are broken.

His life collapsed from here.

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

Let Gan Sanye sit on the dusty street corner and slowly taste the bitter fruit. He Lingchuan retracted his gaze and crossed his knees to breathe.

Tonight is not suitable for sleeping, and he is not completely settled, so he only let his true qi slowly walk for a few hours.

It didn't take long for the sound of footsteps to be heard outside, very soft.

He Lingchuan opened his eyes.

Someone knocked on the door lightly and said softly: "Gongzi He, have you slept?"

"Who?"

"I'm Sandalwood."

He Lingchuan also heard it, this voice was indeed Bai Tan, the maidservant who served the soup room. "Something?"

"I just seem to have seen my son come back." Bai Tan said briskly, "I'm bringing you supper, it's mushroom fish fillet porridge."

"Come in."

Bai Tan pushed the door in, smiling, and 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 stunned, looked at Bai Tan, and then looked at the red lacquer plate she was holding

The mushrooms are fat, the fish slices are tender and white, and the rice porridge is also boiling.

"Only porridge?"

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

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

Deep-fried dishes are fried dough sticks, and in the past, no matter whether the salty porridge was rich and frugal, he would buy another fried dough stick to soak and eat.

Ah, yes." Bai Tan was also stunned, but quickly put down the tray and walked out.

She went for more than a quarter of an hour.

When Bai Tan came back, he had an extra oiled paper bag in his hand, and inside were two golden fried steamed buns, and he could smell the fragrance from afar.

"Childe, please use it."

He Lingchuan was just about to pick up the porridge bowl, Bai Tan turned on the oil lamp, and the one she brought in made the indoor light even brighter.

He sniffed the porridge in his left hand, and suddenly asked Bai Tan, "Where did this porridge come from?"

"Kitchen."

"You cooked it?"

Bai Tan seemed a little embarrassed: "Exactly. You can taste the craftsmanship of the concubine."

"A must." He Lingchuan smiled slightly, lowered his head and was about to drink porridge, when the long knife on his waist suddenly came out of its sheath.

The light of the knife is like flowing water, and then it is collected as soon as it is fired.

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

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her lips moved, as if asking:

"Why?"

He Lingchuan looked at her coldly: "The trick of the dragon is also playing in front of me?"

In fact, Bai Tan just entered the door, and she was still a plump beauty under the light, but in He Lingchuan's eyes, this was a demon covered in black smoke hugging the white paper man!

Every move of "White Sandalwood" is nothing more than a puppet performance.

Sure enough, the maid who was split in half by him did not bleed at all, and turned into paper ashes in the blink of an eye. The evil ghost behind it disappeared as soon as possible.

It seems that the goddess is not dead.

He Lingchuan exhaled lightly, it was really not that simple.

Of course, you can't enter the things that the evil spirits have sent. He Lingchuan was about to stand up, and suddenly felt something strange in the corner of his eye.

The red lacquer tray was smooth and bright, and it was actually very bright.

Just now the shadow in the tray moved.

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

He moves his eyes, and his reflection moves his eyes. The scenery behind him is empty, after all, it is not as bright as it is in the daytime.

Wrong? Just a flash of fire?

He was about to withdraw his gaze when the shadow suddenly grinned at him.

He Lingchuan is seventeen years old this year, handsome, handsome, and high-spirited, and he can often lead the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law back when walking on the street. Therefore, this reflection is also handsome and handsome, heroic.

But this laugh is unbearable, and he actually shows a mouth full of fangs like tigers and wolves!

The eyes also became evil and hideous, as if the woman had succeeded in her plan.

Oops!

He Lingchuan's scalp was numb, and he subconsciously wanted to knock it over, but the shadow in the mirror suddenly pounced and hugged his head and face!

His eyes darkened, and his mind immediately dizzy.

I can't use any of my strength. The trap is actually set here, a tray for bowls, and "white sandalwood" is just a disguise.

Defend against it, why did he still fall into the other party's way?

At this moment, the sword on his waist shook, and suddenly there was a long "bang", and the sound of killing was heard.

He Lingchuan was excited, his sanity returned to his place, and he drew his knife and cut the red lacquer tray in two.

He held the knife in his hand and looked at the tray again, and it turned out that a square copper mirror was placed at the bottom of the plate, so that the person holding the porridge could see it as soon as he lowered his head.

Now there are several more cracks on the mirror, and the shadow inside rushes left and right, but it can't get out, and it is so anxious that it grins at him.

Just now, he was almost taken by this thing?

He Lingchuan suddenly understood how Wu Jinsong and the others had lost their souls. As long as you still use your eyes to see, this is impossible to prevent.

He strode out of the soup room, looked left and right, and saw that it was still quiet. I didn't feel different when I first came back, but now I listen carefully, and I live in Zizhuyuan

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

Where have all the people gone?

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

If there are guests here, ninety percent of them will be scolded, and maybe there will be a maid and a young lady running out screaming.

But no, the ashram was empty.

He even picked eight soup rooms, all of which were empty, and there were two people in the last room.

In fact, it is not accurate to say that people are people, this is a paper figure under the control of two evil ghosts, stacked on top of each other to do happy things.

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

Looking at their posture, it seems that they don't realize that they are just paper figures.

However, He Lingchuan broke in, and they turned their heads together, and suddenly got up and pounced.

Dahan also knocked down a screen halfway, looking at the speed and strength, it is no different from a real person.

How could He Lingchuan be polite to him and cut his neck with a single cut.

Who knew that when this guy ran through the screen, he picked up the candlestick with his hand, slammed it into He Lingchuan's face, and shot out like a tiger.

When He Lingchuan cut off the candlestick, he grabbed a bronze stick from the side of the bed, waved it and smashed it.

The momentum is sinking.

Ping Pong more than ten times, the two have offense and defense against each other.

As soon as he got started, He Lingchuan found that this paper figure actually used the stick method in the army, and his momentum was a little like Mengshan.

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

In the end, He Lingchuan nailed it to the pillar with a knife, and the paper man and the evil ghosts on his body seemed to be in pain.

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

The evil ghosts on the tusked pig can follow Gan Sanye's orders, so he assumes that these guys can understand human speech, so he tries to communicate.

Sure enough, after a few questions, the paper man sneered: "Your grandfather is a centurion under General Xiaolin Junyou, and he is not afraid to kill or chop!"

Serve the Forest Army? Where do you seem to have heard this name?

At this moment, there was some movement outside, and there was a click.

The paper man also heard and shouted, "Come here, the enemy is here!"

He Lingchuan swung his knife and slashed it, tiptoeing, jumped onto the wall on the soup pool, and climbed the crown of a huge acacia tree in two more vertical leaps.

The tree is six feet high, and from here you can not only overlook the whole picture of Zizhuyuan, but also look at half of the county.

The night wind was howling, and he stood on the swaying branches, unable to see a little light underneath.

And the soup room of the paper man has poured into more paper people.

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

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

With the help of the moonlight in the sky, he also saw that the paper people began to walk on the streets and alleys of Wuze County, some walked leisurely, some sat on the side of the road as if drunk, and some rushed to Zizhuyuan in groups, as if they were local catchers.