He Lingchuan walked to the front of the row of bungalows. It turned out to be an inn, and the guest rooms and courtyard in front were affected by the war. On the contrary, the row of stables in the back was generally intact, and only the one on the side was burned out.
Now the prisoners are sitting in rows here, with their hands tied behind their backs and leaning against the wall. Anyone who dares to move will be punished.
There were more than a hundred people here, all dejected.
The small bosses and generals were locked in two stables next door.
He Lingchuan looked around the stables and soon discovered that a red light was actually coming from one of the prisoners.
Strictly speaking, it overflowed from his waist.
He suddenly became interested, and raised his fingers to let the soldiers guarding the prisoners come closer: "When was this man locked up?"
"Just now," the soldier replied, "He was hiding in the city without knowing what he wanted to do, and we found him."
"Oh?" He Lingchuan asked curiously, "All the Xunzhou Rangers have been withdrawn, and he still doesn't run away? Has he been searched and interrogated?"
"Not yet, my lords, I haven't made time yet." The bosses are all busy, how can they have time to interrogate an inconspicuous gangster?
But He Lingchuan was very free. "Then I'll do it."
"Ah?" The soldier was stunned, "But, but..."
"You do not know who I am?"
"I know, I know!" Even if he didn't know before, after tonight's battle, He Lingchuan became familiar with half of the army, "You are Mr. He!"
"I'm interrogating prisoners that no one else has time to pay attention to. What's the problem?"
Of course not.
As soon as He Lingchuan signaled, Shan Youjun and Jiao Tai stepped forward and picked out the prisoner he was interested in from the crowd.
The man hid behind him: "What are you going to do!"
He was born so thin that he could not stand up to two big men, so he was lifted out like a little chicken.
He Lingchuan noticed that as soon as Shan Youjun and the others walked towards this man, the red light on his waist disappeared. He had been sitting hunched over with his hands on his waist.
So, it’s still controllable?
After the battle, there were too few bungalows left, and each one had its own use. He Lingchuan could only occupy a new tent, drive the original owner out, and throw the prisoners in.
Yan Lang moved to the door with ease and lay down there, keeping no strangers close.
Shan Youjun found two chairs and came in, sat one for Young Master He, and stuffed the prisoner into the other.
He Lingchuan didn't intend to beat around the bush: "What's going on with the red light on your body?"
The man looked confused: "What red light?"
He Lingchuan took matters into his own hands and pulled his waist apart to see if there was any, and then took off his outermost layer of light armor.
still none.
Next, take off two more layers.
The man's face turned pale and his eyes wandered.
Watching He Lingchuan undress the prisoner, Shan Youjun and Jiao Tai looked at each other strangely. They have been with the young master for almost a month, how could they not know that he has this kind of hobby?
This prisoner has no face and no body, so why did the young master take a fancy to him?
Oops, if the young master starts to eat grass from the side in the future, will you follow it or not?
The two of them looked at each other without saying a word, and they were both tender-hearted.
Fortunately, at this time, He Lingchuan ripped open the prisoner's shirt with a clatter, and something suddenly fell to the ground.
It looks like a short staff made of copper.
He Lingchuan picked it up and took a look. The short staff was too mini, just a little longer than his middle finger. It was as thick as a flute. The top of the staff was engraved with the head of an unknown monster. It looked like a bat and a pig, with a pointed mouth and a short nose.
They have fine teeth and small ears.
There were countless lines engraved all over the short staff, which looked like patterns and words, but He Lingchuan couldn't understand them.
This isn't even ancient fairy language.
But their arrangement is well-proportioned and neat, conforming to a certain pattern, and has a solemn and solemn beauty. He Lingchuan stroked these lines and had a strange thought in his mind:
Is this some kind of magic circle?
In addition, there is an oval-shaped gemstone embedded in the body of the staff, which is as big as a quail egg.
What color is it? I can’t say, because in He Lingchuan’s view, there is actually a red substance inside the gem, which looks like a liquid or a gas, or in other words, it transforms back and forth between these two states.
They account for three-quarters of the volume of the entire gem, which means that they are almost filling the gem.
Reminiscent of the red light he had seen outside the temporary cell, He Lingchuan's heart moved, and he turned to Shan Youjun and asked, "Have you seen this gem?"
Shan Youjun nodded.
"what colour?"
"Dark red." Shan Youjun felt that his boss's behavior for the past half hour was a bit abnormal.
But in He Lingchuan's view, it was clearly a bright red color like blood. "Look carefully, can you see the color flowing in the gem?"
Shan Youjun's expression became even more confused, but the prisoner's expression changed drastically.
Sure enough, no one else could see him again.
He Lingchuan smiled and said to the prisoner: "It seems you have something to say, huh?"
"No, no."
"You can also see abnormalities in gems, right?" he asked the prisoner, "What is this thing used for?"
Prisoner Qiqi Aiai: "There is nothing unusual. This is the toy I took from the salesman."
He Lingchuan played with the short staff, but couldn't find any other mechanism. The entire staff seemed to be cast in one piece, without even a fitting interface.
The level of craftsmanship is very high. Will the salesman sell this? Haha.
Then, he pressed the gem.
The eyes of the monster at the head of the staff lit up, and it suddenly opened its mouth and roared to the sky, while the lines on the staff actually started to swim around the staff like snakes.
When He Lingchuan grabbed the short staff, he felt as if something was gathering from all directions.
In just a few blinks, one after another red light fell from the sky and fell into the monster's mouth.
In other words, it does not roar, but gathers.
He Lingchuan finally understood where the red light he saw outside came from.
But he still didn't understand how these lights were formed. He even felt that they seemed to be illuminated by the eyes of the beast, and then they were thrown into the monster's mouth.
He stretched out his hand and shook it, and red light passed through his palm, as if it were nothing.
The lines on the staff also became busy. They swam from the monster's mouth to the ruby, and every line shone red.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But when they swim out of the ruby, they return to normal.
So back and forth.
He Lingchuan understood after a few glances: these lines were responsible for transporting the red light inhaled by the beast's mouth into the gemstone and storing it.
So the red material in gems is formed by the pressure of these external red lights?
Well, it's getting weirder and weirder.
The prisoner couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at him, because He Lingchuan's expression said it all:
He could completely see how this short staff worked.
How is this possible! Only those disciples who have "opened their eyes" through special means can see the nightmare energy!
"If you still want to hide it, I will be punished with severe punishment." This is the ultimatum.
The captives were stunned.
Shan Youjun took a step forward: "Master, I'll do it for you."
"Well, I'll leave it to you." He Lingchuan folded his arms and took two steps back, "Interrogate me carefully, and maybe I'll gain something else."
Shan Youjun and Jiao Tai stepped forward and punched him.
To be continued...