MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 384 night of struggle

  He Lingchuan walked all the way, and found that the denser the forest, the more the mountain is occupied by others. The dense branches and leaves can bear more emperor liquid, so that practitioners have time and opportunity to harvest.

  If the emperor's slurry falls directly on the water surface or muddy ground, it will permeate directly, and no one can dig it back.

  So where he is now, even the mountain monsters don't bother to occupy it.

  Going out of town this time, he set a goal for himself:

   Low profile.

  Collect as much Emperor Ooze as you can quietly.

   Now he climbs to the tallest tree nearby, stepping on the highest branch to command:

  「It’s just right here.」

   This Metasequoia is twenty-two feet high, a head taller than the short hill behind it.

  He Lingchuan stands on its highest branch, overlooking the entire small lake.

  He is waiting.

   Wait for a suitable mountain breeze.

   After a while, his clothes began to fly up and down.

  The wind is right.

  He Lingchuan took out two eyeball spiders from his arms, and threw them north and northeast respectively:

   "Go."

  The two little guys were as light as nothing, and were blown away by the strong wind in an instant.

  But they left two strands of spider silk behind them, which were wrapped around the thick tree branches behind He Lingchuan.

  Zhu Erniang's silk is as thin as a human hair but stronger than fine steel.

  He Lingchuan was not in a hurry, he sat down and waited.

   After about a quarter of an hour, a thread moved.

   This kind of throbbing is completely different from the strong wind. He Lingchuan has been with eyeball spiders for a long time, and he also has a little experience. Knowing that this is one of the eyeball spiders arriving at the destination, he dialed the thread and gave a secret signal.

   Soon, another strand moved.

   This step went unexpectedly smoothly, and both eyeball spiders were done:

  They were carried by the wind, drifted across the lake, and reached the big tree by the lake.

  After adjusting the position, they wind up the spider silk.

  Next, He Lingchuan took them back again, and selected several locations to do the same.

   About an hour later, the bottom grid line of a giant spider web was laid, spanning four acres of water, with a rough grid.

  Eyeball spiders can only do this at most, they are too small to spit out more spider silk.

  Thus, He Lingchuan took out the cloud brocades from Xia Erniang that Zhu Erniang gave from the storage ring, and spread them out on the laid bottom grid.

  At that time, he squeezed ten pieces of brocade from Zhu Erniang, but he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

  Ordinary cotton and linen have at most one or two layers, but Zhu Erniang's Xiapei is different. This ancient big monster has always been very real, each horse has at least seven layers of superposition, and it may be stacked to ten layers when the mood is good.

  After He Lingchuan refined the auxiliary medicine in the hostel, he temporarily hired more than a dozen weavers to help him disassemble the brocade, dismantling all the multi-layer brocade into single layers, and then splicing them together. Because of the rush of time, needlework does not need to be beautiful, as long as it is strong enough.

  If Zhu Erniang saw her hard work being treated so roughly, she might run away on the spot.

   Even so, the ten pieces of brocade brocade couldn't completely cover the lake, but only covered most of the center.

   But He Lingchuan was already very satisfied.

  On Sanxin Lake, this is the first time that such a giant spider web hangs.

  He jumped onto the giant brocade net that had just been laid, climbed to the center and stood still.

  The entire large net hangs down naturally, with a very soft arc, and the lowest point is where he stands.

  The heart mirror has been observing his actions, and at this moment, he said "Wow": "You boy, you have a big game."

  It saw what He Lingchuan was going to do.

   So far, the two eyeball spiders are tired, lying on the net and sucking the newly caught pheasant as snacks.

  He Lingchuan leaned back, half sitting and half lying down, as if perched on a giant hammock, looking very comfortable.

   But his hands were not idle, he took out bamboo chopsticks one after another, and sharpened them with a knife.

   He bought it from two restaurants next to the hostel for a few bucks, and the shopkeeper didn't expect that there were still people wanting this kind of goods.

   Waiting for He Lingchuan to finish cutting all the bamboo chopsticks, the west will be full of sunshine.

  He was half lying on the hanging lake net, enjoying dinner while admiring the beautiful sunset.

Next to the guest house where the Shimen caravan stayed, there was a 30-year-old smoked and marinated brand. The signature dish was the smoked and marinated pig's trotters he was holding at the moment. The black skin was torn off, and the inside was snow-white hoof flowers. , fat but not greasy, crisp but not rotten, the smell of fireworks is just right, and it is especially chewy.

  The staple food is two big bowls of brown sugar rice cakes, and half a pot of sweet and sour plum wine.

  He Lingchuan felt comfortable eating, patted his belly and stretched.

   At night, he will be ready for battle, he needs to eat enough.

  Seeing that the sky was getting late, he also said to the goggle: "Lend it to your evil ghost."

   "Okay." Why does it refuse?

  He Lingchuan lifted the mirror, and three streaks of black smoke shot out of the mirror, heading towards the nearby woods.

  After the sun went down, three black shadows came out of the woods and jumped onto the web along the spider's thread.

   These are three big horse monkeys with oily heads and blue faces. Standing upright, they are about to catch up with the height of adults. The mountain people also call them mandrills.

  He Lingchuan didn't get up to stop it. He could clearly see that the three-headed ghost released by the soul-absorbing mirror was attached to the mandrill.

  He threw the leftovers, together with the pork bones.

  The mountain elf was caught in his hand, and he gnawed happily.

  With them standing guard, He Lingchuan put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes to rest.

  The spider web was very light, and it swayed gently with the night wind, like a cradle, and he quickly fell into a doze.

  Time passed slowly, and the mountain lake under the night was shrouded in bright moonlight. The forest birds occasionally made noise and stumbled, but soon calmed down.

   The wind picked up, but died down again.

   I don't know how long it took, the surrounding fields suddenly became silent, like the calm before the storm.

  He Lingchuan felt something in his heart, and suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

coming.

  It began to rain in the sky, first the stars popped, and then the rain gradually became denser.

  He Lingchuan stretched out his hand, just a raindrop fell on the palm, light green, slightly thick, and a strange fragrance that penetrated into the soul and aroused fanaticism.

   This time, the forecast from Lingxu City is extremely accurate—

   Emperor Ooze has come!

  He Lingchuan pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, looked at his nose with his eyes, and watched his heart with his nose.

  Same as last time, the creatures in the forest became frenzied, and even the surface of the lake below began to churn.

  This time, the rain of Emperor Liuye was more intensive, and the aroma was naturally stronger, enough to drive the souls of undeveloped souls crazy.

  They are collecting emperor liquid everywhere, but He Lingchuan doesn't need to be as busy as them, just stand still.

  Emperor’s slurry rain is a liquid, and when it drops on the brocade, it will naturally flow down along the spider’s thread, that is, it will gather from all directions and flow to the lowest point—

   That is He Lingchuan's step.

  He hung a bucket here, and it was filled securely.

  Experiencing an eruption of imperial liquid in reality and a dream, He Lingchuan somehow found a way. If you want to invade more, there are only two principles:

  Maximum area, shortest time.

  That's why the major forces in Fuxin City and the Panlong City official in the dreamland want to occupy the mountains and fields in the suburbs, that is to occupy the area.

   Also collect rain slurry in the shortest possible time.

   After all, this thing burrowed into the ground when it hit the ground, and escaped.

  Wait until dawn, it will also vaporize away.

  He Lingchuan wove such a large net, which is equivalent to sweeping up most of the emperor's slurry on the lake, and he didn't have to collect it himself. Although the occupied area is not as good as the nobles in Fufeng City, it is more efficient and operable.

   This is how spiders usually collect clean dew. He has observed a lot in the Demon's Nest Swamp. A few days ago, he had an idea and came up with this leak

  Bucket-shaped automatic collector.

  Heart mirror sighed enviously: "It's a pity that I have no hands or feet, so I can't get a share of the pie."

  He Lingchuan saw through its hypocrisy at a glance: "You protect the law for me, maybe it will benefit you."

  The mirror vibrated: "Really?"

  「Did I lie to you?」

   No? The mirror didn't have time to think about it, because He Lingchuan said in a deep voice: "Attention, the robber is coming." After finishing speaking, he took out the Nuo opera mask and put it on his face.

  Now, he just wants to be a person who hides his head and shows his tail.

  In fact, the fish in the lake were also bewitched by the emperor's fluid on the spider web, and kept jumping out of the water, but unfortunately none of them had the potential to leap over the dragon's gate. It was only then that He Lingchuan discovered that the fish in this lake were not small, the longest fish was more than seven feet long, with scales all over his body and a black armor covering his whole mouth.

  The ones in the water can't come up, which is easy to handle, but the robbers in the air are also attracted.

  In the mountains and forests, the birds and beasts from all walks of life have been fighting each other for a long time, and the strange fragrance on the big net on the lake attracts them to change their targets.

  Dozens of birds came first, regardless of whether their eyesight was good or not, they jumped on the net to lick the ointment on the spider silk.

  He Lingchuan had been peeling bamboo chopsticks for more than an hour, and now he used them as throwing knives, shooting them out one by one.

  His shooting accuracy is already very good, and these guys have no ability to dodge, so they hit one shot.

  Shan Chan, controlled by the three-headed evil spirits, also joined the battle, and at the same time pulled out the bamboo chopsticks and returned them to He Lingchuan for recycling.

  He Lingchuan ordered them to throw the bird carcasses to the nearby woods or the ground. The feathers of these things were stained with a little emperor ointment, and soon became new targets for other birds and beasts to divert the pressure of the spider web.

   As for other moths, butterflies, ants, etc., they are too small, He Lingchuan can only turn a blind eye to them, and this matter cannot be perfect.

   Xia Pei was also taken away by Zhu Erniang, otherwise these creatures would not be able to escape.

  The bucket hanging under the spider web was soon half full.

  The harvest of this hour alone is about five or six times more than the sum of the previous night. Even though there is more rainfall in Diliuye today, the main point is that he collected it properly.

   There were birds who wanted to grab the bucket, but he took care of them all and fell into the lake screaming.

  He was so extravagant that he dipped a little of Emperor Ointment and directly applied it to the crack of the breastplate.

   This is called rain and dew.

  The mirror screamed strangely, full of joy.

  The imperial ointment in the barrel is very thick, and the cracks on the mirror surface that were cut by the Fusheng Knife slowly closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  He Lingchuan didn't have time to look at it too much, he himself was too busy, there were too many robbers, two fists were no match for four hands.