After the immortal disappeared

After playing with it for a long time, He Lingchuan finally yawned: "It's not easy to fix you, I will try my best."

He was about to put the knife back to its place when suddenly he thought of the layout of Zhong Shengguang's house.

By some strange coincidence, he hung the knife on the wall beside his bed before falling asleep.

He also grabbed the sacred bone necklace and played with it for a while.

There is no doubt that the divine bone necklace is related to Panlong City. He Lingchuan didn't understand what changes it would have and didn't bother to care about it.

This thing had saved his life from Sun Fuping's real fire before, but he had no intention of taking it off.

This sleep is particularly sweet.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was standing in a small forest, with blue sky and white clouds above his head. Not far away were green wheat fields, crisscrossing streets, and chickens and dogs could be heard.

There are two farmers on the edge of the field, both barefoot, standing and chatting.

Compared with He Lingchuan, their skin color is really dark and shiny, and their teeth appear white when they smile.

One of them asked: "How long will you continue to farm?"

"Two months and twenty-six days."

"Envy! I will report back to the camp tomorrow." The man picked up the sheepskin bag and took a sip of water. "You still have time to accompany your mother-in-law and try to get another fat boy."

The companion nodded: "You have to be careful. I heard that the Tongli Highlands in the west were taken away by a surprise attack, and the general will definitely send people from behind to take them back. That place is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it is very difficult to attack."

"Every month is sad, isn't it?" The man smiled and patted his shoulder, "When I come back alive, I'll have a drink with you, please!"

"Okay, you can drink as much as you like for the two cents worth of wine."

The man smiled: "How long has it been since you made wine? The food supply has been tight recently, and the amount of wine has increased. How can there be two cents of wine now? I heard from the people at the grain depot that they won't make wine anymore, because it consumes too much food... Hmm ?Who is there?"

The two of them looked towards the grove together.

He Lingchuan had no choice but to walk out of the forest and put on a warm smile: "You two, where are you?"

He is just a passer-by, and the smile on his face is as warm as spring, which is very common in other villages.

But this place was very strange, because the two farmers spoke a language that was not the language of Dayuan Country at all, but he could understand them without missing a word.

The eyes of the two people looking at him suddenly turned alert: "Where are you from?"

Another said: "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I..." I don't know either. What had he done before, and why was he here suddenly?

As soon as He Lingchuan hesitated, the two of them surrounded him, widened the distance between them, and surrounded He Lingchuan.

One picked up the pole and the other picked up the hoe.

The peasants turned into a mob in no time, and their attitude was not like that of ordinary farmers. One of them whistled quickly and shouted: "There is a spy!"

The fields are open, and there are six or seven farmers working not far away. After hearing this, they all picked up the most handy guy around them and rushed here.

No one hesitated.

"Hey, don't slander anyone!" He Lingchuan was dumbfounded. What kind of reaction would this be? He didn't want to get into an inexplicable fight, so he turned around and ran into the woods.

Whistles and dogs barking alternately sounded from behind, making it very lively. He Lingchuan could still hear the sound of straw sandals kicking through the muddy water, and there were more than one or two people chasing after him.

Fortunately, the forest was not big but very dense. He was moving very fast, making twists and turns, and the footsteps behind him gradually became distant.

Then it suddenly dawned on me that the woods had come to an end.

In front of He Lingchuan is an artificially built channel. The water is about chest deep, and there are countless small fish and shrimps eating aquatic plants on the sandy bottom. The trouble is, it's five feet (sixteen meters) wide, and you can't jump across it with just one lunge.

He Lingchuan sighed, got into the water, swam across the ditch, and ran up the hill.

As soon as he ran, the water in his boots made a squeaking sound, which was very uncomfortable.

Soon, the group of farmers also chased out of the woods, and then their way was blocked by a ditch. Probably they didn't want to get wet, so they kept gesticulating and shouting.

They were too far away and He Lingchuan couldn't hear what they shouted.

"Fuck you, a bunch of crazy dogs!" He Lingchuan gestured to them with his middle finger and spit on the ground to express his anger at being chased for no apparent reason.

However, the expression on his face quickly solidified, because there were footsteps again from behind.

He turned around and saw several soldiers striding towards him, menacingly.

At a rough calculation, there were about seven people, all wearing light armor, and the uniforms looked vaguely familiar.

Where have you seen it? He Lingchuan couldn't remember it for a moment.

He didn't have time to think too much. The soldier running at the front took off the knot from his waist and shouted: "Kneel down and raise your hands!"

He Lingchuan could tell at a glance that this was probably a city patrol guard. Most of the knots in his hands had been soaked in special oil, making them very tough and difficult to cut. When encountering a suspect, they would involuntarily tie knots on his head and wrists and tighten them so that the person could not resist.

This kind of knot is lighter and easier to carry than wooden shackles and iron chains. It has been the standard equipment of yamen and city guards for a long time. When they told him to "kneel down," if the suspect dared to run away, he would have to bear the consequences of being shot.

This man ran fast and kept some distance between himself and other companions.

This time He Lingchuan did not slip away. Instead, he went up to him and shouted that he was wronged. At the same time, he bent his knees as if he was going to kneel down.

Seeing how obedient he was, the other party naturally slowed down and leaned forward, ready to put the knot on his head.

Unexpectedly, He Lingchuan casually grabbed the grass and mud on the ground and greeted him in the face.

The guard instinctively raised his hand to block the attack, turned his face and closed his eyes.

He Lingchuan rushed forward, pulled his knot away, and hit him with his backhand.

This move was so smooth that before the guard could react and still tasted the mud in his mouth, his head and one hand were trapped.

He Lingchuan grabbed the knot and pulled him in front of him, casually pulled out the long knife from the prisoner's waist, put it on his neck, and shouted sternly at the other guards who were chasing him: "Back off, everyone!"

Living in an unfamiliar place, hiding again and again was not an option. He had to find a way to turn defense into offense.

The guards stopped and said, "Let him go, or I'll knock out all your egg yolks!"

He Lingchuan pulled the knot and made the prisoner roll his eyes: "Where is this?"

"Zhaojiacun, are you drunk?"

"Where is Zhaojiacun?" He Lingchuan frowned, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, "Which city, which township?"

These people looked at him like they were looking at a fool: "Chipa Plateau, Panlong City, ask Zexiang!"

He Lingchuan's mind buzzed.

Panlong City, this land of abundant water and grass is actually Panlong City?

Has he entered a fantasy world again?

How did you get in?

Wait, what on earth was he doing before? How come he has no memory at all?