Unexpectedly, the Hundred-faced Nightmare was taken care of by the giant red shadow outside the Coiling Dragon Dream, and He Lingchuan had nothing to do with it. When he came to chase the spell master, he was at full health, able to fight and durable.

He Lingchuan's opponent can summon a hundred-faced nightmare, invite the Fan brothers, and lay a series of traps. He can be said to be meticulous and cautious.

If anyone else faced it, it would be a dead end.

Fortunately, He Lingchuan was able to escape.

For Zhong Sunmou and others, this is called a wrong step and a wrong step.

It's so wrong that it's unfair.

"Although the curse master is likely to escape far away, we still have to give chase." He Lingchuan grabbed a chair leg from the storage ring, pointed to the blood stains on it and said, "I heard, where did he escape to?"

"..." How many times has this been used as a dog? Jiao Yu was too lazy to care and sniffed carefully, "This man chews too much tobacco and the smell of smoke is in his blood."

"No, no, I just took this out of the fire." Is this guy reliable?

"That's what I said." Jiao Yu coughed and walked around the inn, sniffing as he walked.

He Lingchuan was extremely anxious and couldn't help it.

Fortunately, Jiao Yu finally found the direction: "This way."

One man and one tiger ran northwest.

There are fewer and fewer low-rise houses on the roadside, replaced by large mansions occupying vast areas. The exquisite doors and walls, and the majestic buildings are no less impressive in the night.

Finally, Jiao Yu stopped in front of a large house.

He Lingchuan passed by so many houses, but only this one had a seal on the door.

"No way?" Although it was a bit hurtful to say this, He Lingchuan couldn't help but said, "Are you sure you didn't lead the wrong way?"

This is Jiao House.

Fu Songhua’s residence before his arrest.

Why did the curse master escape here?

The tiger sniffed hard twice: "Yes, the smell of blood is very strong, and it leads here."

"Then what?"

He followed the tiger and jumped over the wall into the penthouse.

The tiger sniffed and walked around the front hall, and finally stood next to a clump of bamboo: "The smell disappears here."

"Here?" He Lingchuan drew his sword and made two false strikes forward.

The strong energy on the knife made the bamboo forest rustle, and the birds and bats resting on the nearby trees were frightened and flew up.

But other than that, there was no other movement.

"There's no one here." Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hide it from the tiger who has gained strength.

He Lingchuan slowly put away the knife: "Someone is here to help him."

There are many ways to erase smells and eliminate traces. When he was a patrolman, he had learned no less than three or four.

But the reason why the curse master was injured and escaped here must be because someone came to help him.

The two walked around the house several times and found nothing new, so they had to go back.

Jiao Yu said bitterly: "No wonder Zhongsun Mou is busy with his spare time. It turns out that he is sure that we can't catch anyone."

He asked He Lingchuan again: "You fell into his plot and nothing happened?"

"This spell master invited nightmares into my dreams to harm me, but I broke them. The backlash from his spell should be considerable."

"Nightmare?" Jiao Yu was surprised, "There is such a thing. I only heard of its name before."

"Nightmares harm people, and the gods don't know it." He Lingchuan remembered something and stood still subconsciously.

The tiger also stopped and waited for him: "What?"

"It's nothing." He Lingchuan shook his head and continued walking towards the inn, "I remembered a strange thing from the past. Looking back now, maybe it was the result of a nightmare."

He Chunhua rushed to Xiazhou to take office. A few days before arriving in Dunyu, Mr. Li, the head of the Li family, the head of the four major families, died suddenly.

Old Man Li, who was able to eat, sleep, and was in great health, passed away in a dream, with no scars on his body. It is said that the talismans to ward off evil spirits were all there, but they had no effect.

Looking back now, was it the work of a nightmare?

He Lingchuan sighed and found that he was not surprised at all.

Perhaps he had already understood in his heart what was going on. After all, as soon as Old Man Li died, the entire Dunyu was quickly controlled by the new Xiazhou General Manager.

After returning to the inn, He Lingchuan covered his abdomen and said: "It's still early before dawn, I have to recover quickly."

"Good night." Jiao Yu shook his tail, "The other party won't make another move tonight, right?"

He Lingchuan closed the door, drank some water, and applied medicine to the injured area.

I also got a souvenir in my dream, so I have to go back and take a look.

According to the habit he has developed over the past few months, he must first place the knife at his side, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable whether he is meditating or sleeping.

However, when He Lingchuan reached out to grab the scabbard, he suddenly felt that the weight was wrong.

When he looked down, he only had a scabbard on his waist.

The floating life has disappeared.

Hey, where is my knife?

After being inseparable for several months, the existence of this knife was as natural as breathing. He Lingchuan was stunned for a few breaths before his expression changed drastically.

Isn't it just like a sacred bone that stays put and can be retrieved automatically when thrown?

Can this knife be lost?

Suddenly there was a purring sound outside, and there was movement outside the window paper.

He Lingchuan's heart tightened, he rushed to the window and pushed it open, only to see a starling's wings stuck on a branch, struggling desperately.

Night flights are prone to accidents.

He Lingchuan easily cut off the branches. The bird was free, flapped its wings and flew away.

Hmm? Cut?

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the long knife in his palm.

This feeling is indeed floating, but where did it come from?

As if in response to his question, Fusheng disappeared in the next second.

Could it be?

He Lingchuan was stunned for a moment, as if he understood what was going on, and silently recited "The sword is coming" in his heart.

As soon as the thought came up, the long knife appeared again in the palm.

The grip is very snug.

He Lingchuan smiled from ear to ear: "A man and a sword become one?"

Why are you so polite when you suddenly give him such a big gift in the middle of the night?

In fact, it is a bit exaggerated to say that the man and the sword are integrated into one. The Fusheng Sword was just taken into his body.

In ancient and medieval times, immortals could use their body as a sheath to warm and nourish the magic weapon with their own true power.

Unfortunately, the spirituality of the magical instruments in later generations is getting lower and lower, and the price of collecting them is getting higher and higher. Practitioners simply don't accept them anymore, and just wear them around their waists like ordinary iron.

In this era, only quasi-artifacts and above can become one with their master.

"What's going on? You've been promoted again?" He Lingchuan stroked the blade and thought of the powerful nightmare that Dafang Hu had eaten tonight. "Is it because you guys took supplements tonight?"

Even the red giant shadow personally dispatched, that nightmare should be a great complement to them, right?

Of course, the Fusheng Knife would not react, but after inspection, He Lingchuan found that its characteristics seemed to have changed a little.

"Broken Army": Penetrates the opponent's energy and restores the original damage, but the possibility of it exploding is very slim.

Now this "very slim" has become "possible".

In other words, the possibility of him developing the "Breaking Army" trait in the future has increased by more than one margin.

It is indeed his treasured sword. It will give feedback when you feed it some delicious food. Unlike the big square pot, no matter how many rare treasures it eats, it will always look like it is ignoring people.

He Lingchuan felt that he would wake up laughing from his dreams tonight!

There was a knock on the door, and the tiger demon's voice came in: "What happened?"

It heard the sound of He Lingchuan opening the window again. Why is there something wrong this late at night?

"fine."

But the tiger still scratched the door.

He Lingchuan had no choice but to let him in.

The tiger jumped directly onto the couch and lay down: "Come on, I'll protect you."
To be continued...