Sun Fuling smiled and said, "Only if the gods are high above the nine heavens and have no real conflict with human beings, can this be possible. You see, since the emergence of the country in the world, the country has used Yuan Power, and the demons and immortals are gradually becoming more and more important.
When he is weak, it will be difficult for the monsters in the mountains to defeat him, and the Taoist monks will even kowtow to the emperor and find a prince to worship him as prime minister."
He Lingchuan wondered: "If that's the case, why do some people still say that Yuanli is taught by immortals?"
"Historical records show that monsters were rampant in the Middle Ages and poisoned the people. People listed floods and monsters as two major disasters, and immortals or practitioners were mortal enemies of them." Sun Fuling explained, "The aura between heaven and earth is becoming more and more powerful.
For a long time, practitioners hope to seize it from monsters, and vice versa. Some old scholars believe that Yuanli is taught by immortals because for a long time, sects and countries have become allies to deal with monsters together. For the sake of common cause
As enemies, the sect deliberately shows kindness to humans. But the gods are too ethereal after all, and cannot be seen or tested."
Therefore, humans have established countries all over the world, while most monsters are driven to the mountains and swamps.
Outliers like the Northern Demon Country are, after all, a minority.
"God..." This is a mysterious term, but He Lingchuan heard it on many occasions. Nian Songyu even invited a god to get on top of him, aiming to seize the big square pot, "Why do you want to help humans?"
Sun Fuling spread her hands: "How many people in the world understand such an illusory thing? I have heard countless legends, but they are all far-fetched."
She smiled and said, "You can ask Commander Zhong or General Red about this question."
Yes, the distance between these two people and gods is closer than most people.
He Lingchuan scratched his head and changed the topic: "How do you want to use these ten days of vacation?"
"I wanna go……"
Suddenly a scream came from the west, interrupting her words.
She has a high-pitched voice and is either a woman or a child.
The sound stopped suddenly, but He Lingchuan had already identified the direction, pointed to the Luan tree beside him and said to Sun Fuling: "Stay under the tree and don't move!"
This Luan tree is very big. Although it loses all its leaves in winter, the trunk forms an angle with the low wall on the side. The sun is slanting to the west now and cannot shine here, so it is very hidden for people standing inside.
He ran to follow the sound.
After climbing over three low walls and two mud huts, he saw a boy lying face down on the threshold.
He Lingchuan turned him over.
This was a boy of about six or seven years old. His eyes were round, his expression was horrified, and his cervical vertebrae were broken.
There were several bloody holes on his neck, as if they were punctured by sharp claws.
The boy stared at He Lingchuan, moved his mouth, and breathed his last breath without saying a word.
People cannot be resurrected, so it is important to catch the murderer first. He Lingchuan put the child's body down and observed the nearby traces.
He had been a patrolman catching monsters for several times and had accumulated a lot of experience. Then he saw a footprint on the ground next to the child's corpse——
Human footprints, but not as long as his hand.
He jumped up to the wall and found two smears of blood on the tiles. This was where the opponent's forelimb had been pressed, stained with the child's blood.
Chase!
He used Yan Huishen Technique and chased in the direction determined.
More than three months of hard work day and night showed results. He walked through the narrow streets and houses at a speed that was hardly disturbed by debris, and was no less than a real swallow.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a black shadow flash across the east wall, as if it had jumped into someone's window.
Caught up!
He Lingchuan followed, landed on the roof tiles quietly, and waited with bated breath.
It didn't come out for a while, maybe it was waiting for He Lingchuan to come in.
Not being fooled, he took a small medicine bottle, lit it, and threw it in through the window.
There was a clang and the bottle shattered.
Soon, a large cloud of dim yellow smoke came out of the door and window, accompanied by bursts of hoarse coughing.
Is the murderer really human?
This medicinal smoke is used to smoke monsters and beasts out of their caves, such as weasels, foxes, and cave spiders, but it is equally effective against humans.
Just a few breaths later, He Lingchuan saw a black shadow jump out of the window and ran away like crazy.
The distance between the two sides is only two or three feet.
He was well prepared. He raised his wrist, activated the secret box, and shot the arrow from his sleeve.
bingo.
However, he aimed at the back of the heart, but the sleeve arrow hit the opponent's leg.
After all, the accuracy of attacking high-speed moving objects is still a little bit off.
The black shadow staggered, let out a strange low roar, and continued to rush forward.
He Lingchuan secretly exclaimed that it was a pity.
The sleeve arrows he is equipped with are popular goods bought by a thin man. The material and strength are so-so and passable. If he replaces them with the purple-gold sleeve arrows he specially customized from Li Fubo, the black figure's thigh will definitely be penetrated, and there will be a hole behind the arrow.
With a rope, He Lingchuan could pull it back by force.
But here, the sleeve arrow can only have a delaying effect.
The importance of equipment is often revealed at critical moments.
He Lingchuan did not dare to delay and jumped off the roof to chase after him.
At this time, the thick smoke had not dispersed and his vision was unclear. As soon as he landed, he felt a breeze behind him and felt a chill.
There is an ambush!
He didn't have time to think too much. His knees bent and his legs softened. He rolled to the side. He held the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand and slashed forward!
There was indeed another dark shadow lurking behind him, holding back the smoke and trying to hit He Lingchuan in the back.
These things actually commit crimes together!
Thanks to He Lingchuan for seeing the opportunity early.
But even so, he still felt a burning pain in his back.
He was injured after all.
If he had avoided it for even half a second, this thing would have probably poked several big holes in his back.
Fortunately, his knife also hit the opponent's chest. It was like a blow, but there was no satisfying feeling of splitting the flesh.
But the black shadow also screamed in pain and attacked He Lingchuan like a violent storm.
With a few clanging sounds, the weapons of both sides clashed, sparks shooting out in the smoke.
Only then did He Lingchuan realize that this guy was much larger than the first black shadow he chased, but his movements were far less flexible. No wonder his first reaction after being attacked was to lurk and counterattack instead of running away.
Moreover, the black shadow took several puffs of smoke while roaring, and the attack slowed down. If it weren't for his rough skin and thick flesh, he would have been killed by He Lingchuan.
Its skin is thicker and tougher than a century-old vine, and the patrol's Baizhan sword can only do limited damage to it. As long as this thing protects its head and neck, He Lingchuan can't do anything to it for a while.
With this thick skin, it is almost invincible.
He has clearly seen that this opponent is skinny, like a skeleton covered with a layer of skin, but the skin is darker and has fine scales.
At first glance, it looks like a humanoid. Its lower limbs are longer than its upper limbs, and it can walk upright and attack. However, its forelimbs only have three toes, and its claws are like scissors with hooks. They are also surprisingly hard and can defend He Lingchuan's knife from the front.
What's even more terrifying is its face...
It had no face, only two sunken eye holes on its head, with green will-o'-the-wisps dancing inside; the other hole was either a nose or a mouth, and it made a hissing sound like an insect.
Suddenly, it spit out a mouthful of thick green phlegm towards He Lingchuan.
The two of them were close to each other, and it had the style of spitting and nailing it. He Lingchuan didn't dare to let it spray, so he raised his knife to block it.
Then, he heard a soft hissing sound coming from the blade, as well as a strange smell.
If this strong mouthful splashed directly on his face, then...
Is he going to say goodbye to Yingjun in this dream?
At this moment, a shadow on the wall flickered, and the agile monster that had been chased by He Lingchuan came back and joined the battlefield without saying a word.
One is ruthless, the other is fast, and it's two against one. What chance does he have of winning?
To be continued...