MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 3 suspicion from father

  Chapter 3 Suspicion from Father

"Hey, wake up, I can't sleep!" Seeing that the sand leopard's eyes were about to close, he patted the sand leopard's protruding shoulder, "I didn't come to hunt alone, and my guards must be looking for me all over the mountain. We have great hope Get out alive!"

  The leopard demon moved his eyelids, but did not open them. It's just too tiring.

   "Who is the one who attacked you?" He Lingchuan didn't want to ask, after all, he had just entered the world, and no living person knew anyone.

   But why can't he find a topic? Can't sleep now.

   "The leader is an old man with white hair and beard, and powerful mana. I heard my subordinates call him..." Leopard Demon murmured, "Call him..."

  The voice was too low for He Lingchuan to hear clearly: "Call him?"

  The leopard fell silent.

  He Lingchuan called it a few times, but it didn't reply, it just lay down and closed its eyes.

  He noticed that the thin blades of grass in front of the leopard's nose stood very still, no longer swaying.

  The boy pushed the sand leopard, but it didn't respond.

   This time it is really dead.

  He Lingchuan heaved a long sigh, he was the only living person left at the bottom of the river.

  He tried his best to move back, moved to the edge of the seam, and reached out to pick it up.

  Grass, mud, bugs, and a broken leopard tooth.

  He took the broken tooth and knocked it on the ground, blood flowed out, but there was nothing inside.

   Empty.

   Didn’t the leopard demon say, is there something in this tooth? Where is it? When a leopard is about to die, its words are kind.

  He Lingchuan felt that this was not a good time to use his brain, because his mind began to feel dizzy again, his limbs became heavy, and the world was so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing getting slower and louder.

  The life-hanging pill seems to have expired. If he fell asleep like this, he might not wake up.

  Suddenly, the palm of his hand was icy cold, which made him come back to his senses.

   Spreading out his palm, he found that the source of the cold air was that round bone.

  He wanted to throw it away to avoid future trouble. But it's so cold, it's just a good time to refresh him now, otherwise he might fall asleep in minutes.

  Let’s stay for now. He threw the genuine jade pendant into the stream not far away.

   While his mind was still clear, He Lingchuan quickly took out the remaining medicine, took what was edible, and applied what could be applied again.

   Now except for the wound on the back which cannot be reached, the other blood holes have basically stopped bleeding.

  He grabbed a few green grasses, ate the dewdrops on them to quench his thirst, while repeatedly cheering himself up, there is hope if you persevere. As for the memories in his mind, the more he flipped through them, the more colorful the world became.

  There are mortals and monsters—he has already seen this—not only the human kingdom, but also the demon realm. It is said that a long time ago, gods and immortals also walked in the world, and today people can occasionally find their traces.

   Heh, he wants to survive and have a good experience!

   He didn't know how long he had to hold on, he only saw that the sun was setting to the west, and the light shining into the bottom of the stream was getting less and less.

  The surrounding area darkened little by little, and a centipede crawled across his face.

  There seems to be a little human voice on the cliff, like shouting, faintly.

  He Lingchuan was overjoyed and shouted loudly: "I am at the bottom of the valley, I am below!"

  Being injured for too long, his voice is not as loud as before, and I don't know if anyone has heard it. He didn't care, he kept shouting until his voice became hoarse.

   After waiting for a long time, in a trance, a series of hurried footsteps sounded nearby. Soon, someone around shouted: "I found it, the young master is here!"

  Someone echoed in the distance.

   Then, there are more noisy footsteps and human voices.

  He is the eldest son of Sheriff He. The so-called "eldest young master" should refer to him, right?

saved.

  He Lingchuan let out a long breath, and passed out in relief.

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  Two days later, in Heishui City, He Zhai.

  The governor of Qiansong County, He Chunhua, had just returned home when he went straight to the eldest son's bedroom.

  In addition to a few servants guarding here, there is also a fat old man with a round face, round nose and round belly. He is about fifty years old and has black hair without a single silver thread.

   "The great shaman in Mandu." Seeing that He Lingchuan was still unconscious, He Chunhua greeted the old man, "How is your son today?"

   "The dangerous period has passed, and there is no danger of life." The great shaman Zhao Mandu nodded, "Maybe I can wake up tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

   "Excellent, excellent, thanks to the great shaman's medical skills!" He Chunhua asked the servant woman next to him, "Where is Madam?"

   "Ma'am has a headache tonight and is already asleep."

  He Chunhua hummed.

The great shaman said again: "The leopard demon from far away in the west mountain actually came to the border of Heishui City to hurt people, and the one who was hurt was the son of the county guard. This matter is strange. Could it be that there are forces outside the country making trouble? Now that the national strength is weak and internal troubles Constantly, the border residents are afraid that foreign enemies will come again.”

"I have sent someone to question the Xishan Leopard King, and I will get an answer in a few days." He Chunhua waved his hand and waved away all the servants, "If it is a foreign aggression, Hongya Road will be closed in more than two months, and no one can do it." Crossing. They probably won't choose this time."

  Seeing the eldest son's face gradually improving, he hesitated to speak several times.

  The big shaman became impatient: "Lord Sheriff, please speak if you have something to say."

"After three days of rescue, I finally saved my life. Sigh, but I always feel that it's a bit weird for the child to fall off the cliff this time." He Chunhua said slowly, "I asked someone to show him, this kid is a lucky general, According to fate, you can turn bad luck into good luck, and you won't encounter many dangers. This time I was attacked for no reason, and I almost died, which is really beyond my expectation."

"How can there be any real destiny? I think he survived a catastrophe, or he may have future blessings, so it's not considered out of luck." The big shaman snorted, "However, it's not my specialty to look after fate. We have to find an expert in the east."

  He Chunhua quickly waved his hands: "But in terms of exorcising evil spirits and attracting souls, the great shaman is second to none."

  The shaman in the west and the sorcerer in the east have the same origin but each has their own supernatural powers, and they look down on each other.

  The big shaman was taken aback: "You doubt?"

   "He lay at the bottom of the cliff for a long time, and it was getting dark again. You also know how evil the deep mountains and dense forests are, could it be that when he entered the mountains...?"

  The Great Shaman of Zhao Mandu waved his hand in front of He Lingchuan's face when he heard the words, then leaned closer to sniff, then shook his head: "I think your son's spirit is quite normal."

   "Great shaman!" He Chunhua's face darkened, "It's important, I want to confirm it myself."

   After all, he is the top military and political leader in the local area, and he has official authority with a long face.

   "Okay." The big shaman took two steps outside to look at the sky, "Go and prepare something for me, before the sun goes down."

  The materials he wanted were not unusual or expensive, and the He family prepared them without much effort.

  Total of the following items:

  The fabric cut from He Lingchuan's old clothes must be close to the front or back.

  The newly picked cicada sloughs this summer should be intact and not damaged at all.

  A little rooster who just turned one year old.

   A can of rootless water.

  (end of this chapter)