MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 42 clue: water

  Chapter 42 Clue: Water

   After being brought over, the two puppets struggled endlessly. It can be seen that the three corpses can indeed squeeze out all the potential of people. It has been an hour since everyone entered the city, and they still have strength.

   But the soldiers guarding them were not made of iron, so they simply tied their legs together so that they would have time to take a nap.

   So these two were brought in and put on the floor. They hunched over and trembled.

  The talisman covering the outer cover ensures that the three corpses are trapped in the body and cannot go out.

  Situ Han wondered: "Is it cold, or is it scared?"

   "I'm scared. Does the guy parasitized by the three corpses know that it's cold?" He Lingchuan knelt down and looked at them carefully, "But it's not us that they're afraid of."

  These two eyes are out of focus, obviously they don't pay attention to everyone at all.

  But the huge Panlong ruins are empty, what are they afraid of?

  Nian Songyu also said: "Don't say that there is no one, there are no three corpses in this abandoned city. They dare not approach at all, why?"

   "Something makes them tremble with fear." Sun Fuping stood up, "No matter what it is, it should be close to our goal."

  He Lingchuan wondered: "You want them to say it themselves? Can the three corpses talk?"

   It seems that Sun Fuping took these two puppets with him, intending to do an experiment.

   "Ordinary ones won't work. I don't know if the Dafang pot can give us a hint." Sun Fuping walked up to the puppet and said, "Your nest Dafang pot must still be in the city. Show me a location, and I'll let you go."

  The two puppets continued to tremble, and continued to be defiant, as if he was transparent.

   "These two things don't take you seriously!" He Lingchuan was furious, "You can give them some color to save time."

  Sun Fuping took out a set of golden needles from his bosom, covered them with medicine and roasted them, and then simmered them with a little real fire lit by his fingertips, and then pierced them into the back of the puppet's skull, heart orifices, and feet respectively.

   The puppet wailed loudly.

  These three places are occupied by the three corpses. Sun Fuping directly burned their buttocks with gunfire, which was painful. Otherwise, with the supernatural powers of the sword and ax, only the host will be hurt, and the three corpses will not matter at all.

  They were going to look directly at Sun Fuping, but their eyes were extremely fierce, like wolves staring at meat.

   To them, human beings are just skins.

   "I know you can understand human speech." Sun Fuping said calmly, "If you don't give me an answer, you will suffer even more."

   Then he did it.

  His golden needle is hollow, so it is convenient to refill the medicine at any time.

  Everyone saw that the red flame at the end of the needle became brighter, and the scream of the puppet suddenly rose three degrees.

  Double dose, double pain.

  Sun Fuping stopped and asked, "Do you want to talk?"

   The puppet just screamed.

   So he added another punishment.

   So again and again.

  The further back he went, the slower he struck. This enhanced version of the three corpses has a stronger soul and body than ordinary ones of the same kind, otherwise he would have been drugged to death a quarter of an hour ago.

  If it is not cut off by the host itself, once the three corpses die, the host will also belch.

  So it is getting more and more difficult to judge the scale.

  Finally, a puppet roared, its neck twisted, and it died.

   Sure enough, it still doesn’t work? Sun Fuping let out a long sigh.

  The three corpse insects raised in the Dafang Pot must have something special. If they can communicate with people, the trip to Panlong City will be much smoother.

  Unfortunately, there seems to be no shortcut to this task.

  In fact, he only held a faint hope in his heart. After all, the coalition forces who fought a war of attrition on this wasteland more than a hundred years ago probably tried all means to obtain information.

  He just felt that time might change many things.

  The tortured three corpses broke out in a frenzy, broke free from the confinement, and grabbed He Lingchuan's arm!

  Caught off guard, everyone was taken aback.

  He Chunhua rushed forward without thinking, and chopped off the puppet's head.

  The sound of howling stopped abruptly.

   "Is Chuan'er okay?" He Chunhua didn't let go of the knife.

  He Lingchuan was also taken aback, subconsciously opened the dead man's hand, and felt it with his heart before saying: "I'm fine."

   The guy gripped him so tightly that his fingers almost sank into the skin.

   Fortunately, he walked for a week with all his strength and found nothing unusual.

  Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

  Sun Fuping stepped forward, checked his pupils, and asked, "Do you feel irritable, bored, dizzy?"

  "Very lucid, no abnormalities, it seems that it has little effect on me."

  Sun Fuping nodded: "The effectiveness of Du Hunsan has not completely passed, and it still has the power to resist."

  He Lingchuan sighed: "It seems that the three corpses here are nothing special."

   Seeing that he was really fine, He Chunhua was relieved: "It's just that he refuses to leave the Panlong Desert, or rather, he refuses to stay away from Dafanghu."

  The principle of defending the Dafang Pot has long been engraved into the instinct of the three corpses, and they cannot betray them until they die. The same loyalty also exists in ant colonies and hives. Individual worker bees and worker ants work hard without any fear of difficulties, and even death is not a pity.

  So although the three corpses were afraid of something here and did not dare to enter the city, they still lingered on the outskirts, that is, the Panlong Desert, and refused to escape far.

He Lingchuan shrugged. If the three corpses could be tortured to extract confessions like ordinary creatures, the information on Dafanghu and Panlong City would have been found out by the coalition forces of Baling Immortal. The gods behind Panlong City would not tolerate such a situation. Vulnerabilities exist.

"Although Zhu Gen didn't say anything, in my opinion, the conditions for triggering the Wild Sand Season shouldn't be difficult. He sent the last team with the attitude of proving..." Sun Fuping pondered, "Every time before the Wild Sand Season comes, Isn’t the desert full of thunderstorms?”

  Zeng Feixiong nodded: "Yes."

  Sun Fuping's eyes moved slightly: "The temple in the city only enshrines Mitian God?"

   "Yes. It is said that Mi Tianshen is the only belief in Panlong City."

  He Chunhua snorted, and seemed to realize something: "Didn't you say that?"

   "Write it down and verify each other."

  So both Sun Fuping and He Chunhua dipped their hands in water and wrote a word on the table.

  Everyone saw that the national teacher wrote the word "water", while He Chunhua wrote the word "rain".

  The literal meanings are almost the same.

  He Lingchuan stroked his chin and said: "The national teacher and old man are wise! The rainy season in Qiansong County is later than that in the inland areas, and it doesn't come until the end of August or the beginning of September."

  Nian Songyu was puzzled: "If it is said to be caused by rain, does it mean that the desert does not usually rain?" As far as he knows, the lack of water in the desert does not mean that there is no rain. "Sometimes heavy rains cause floods in the desert."

   "It's really not worth it." He Lingchuan chuckled, "Don't compare other deserts with Panlong, they are not worthy."

He Chunhua said: "How can I have a national teacher who is knowledgeable? However, the father of Deputy Captain Zeng was the only living person who experienced the wild sand season in the Panlong Desert. Although he was unconscious after he came back, he kept chanting "water" all day long. Words. That's the key clue, I think."

  (end of this chapter)