After the immortal disappeared

The disciple looked confused and had no choice but to follow.

The other troops also saw Jianyangmen's actions, and they all murmured in their hearts. It took a lot of effort to get here, but the search hasn't started yet. What are these people running for?

After the Panlong Desert incident occurred, many people entered the desert to solve puzzles, but only a few were lucky enough to get close to the ruins.

Zhang Lianhai also noticed their actions and frowned.

I heard that these Jianyang disciples passed through the Panlong ruins more than ten days ago and came out safe and sound. What do they think?

But the lantern spirit has already flown out and is looking around, and he has no intention of taking back his magical power.

Djinn spirits have the ability to hunt for treasures and are much more reliable than humans.

…

When the He family and his son approached Chipa Plateau, it was already dark.

Ahead is the ruins of Panlong City. Looking up from the bottom, this majestic city looks like a giant monster lying on the plateau, with its big empty mouth waiting for people to get inside.

And many people have already entered before.

He Lingchuan let out a long breath: "Here we go again."

The last time they arrived at Panlong City, they looked up at it from almost the same distance and angle.

Zhao Qinghe suddenly said: "There are people on the battlements."

He Lingchuan and others looked up and saw two Ba Ling people standing on the city wall looking out from afar. They were no strangers.

They were also exploring the city wall, and their expressions were very relaxed, indicating that nothing strange had happened in the city.

He Chunhua felt relieved and took the lead to dismount and walk through the spectacular South Gate.

He Lingchuan passed this door countless times in Panlong World, often accompanied by cheers and applause.

However, the only thing that can still make noise here today is the strong wind in the desert.

He Lingchuan sighed quietly.

Afterwards, everyone also stepped onto the land bridge, crossed the moat as deep as a ravine, and walked through the south gate of Panlong City in awe.

Standing on the city gate square, He Chunhua turned to his son and said, "Chuan'er, this place seems to be different from last time."

The entire team was looking left and right, which was almost a standard action for anyone entering Panlong City for the first time. He Lingchuan walked to the river to take a look, and reached out to grab a handful of water: "There is water here."

The river is clear and shallow for the first time in more than a hundred years.

He Chunhua also saw the Tiangong lantern spirits flying and searching everywhere, and he was silent.

He Lingchuan came over and shook the water on his hand: "Dad, where are you going to start searching?" You're here, you can't just stand here and do nothing, right?

He Chunhua asked him: "In your opinion?"

He Lingchuan looked puzzled: "How did I know? For such a major expedition, Dad, didn't you do your homework beforehand?"

He Chunhua smiled slightly: "You always have good ideas now, which is much better than being a father."

He Lingchuan's face was filled with calmness: "I... really don't have it now."

"Last time we came in, we found the entrance in the temple's pool." He Chunhua pondered, "Go and take a look first."

He Lingchuan pointed to the lanterns flying in the distance: "These things must have searched the temple and the pool. Do we still need to go?"

"seeing is believing."

The team, led by He Chunhua, headed for Mitian Temple.

Before leaving the square, He Lingchuan turned back casually and glanced at the southern city wall. The black dragon sculpture on the wall is still there, but compared to last time, the horns on its head seem to have become longer, and they have grown a little branched?

He Lingchuan's eyes narrowed.

Is it an illusion? This black dragon looks a bit new.

It’s not that there’s no sand on the surface, but it’s that the sculpture doesn’t seem to have experienced the baptism of wind and frost.

He knew it well and immediately withdrew his gaze.

The team just turned into the alley, and there were many shadows in front of them, and many people were walking towards them.

Why?

The He family father and son took a closer look and found that they were actually members of the Jianyang sect.

Because they had fought side by side before, He Chunhua's approach was very cordial: "Everyone, what happened in the city?"

"Nothing, everyone else is inside too." Ling Jinbao waved his hand, "I just don't want to stay in the ghost town. I want to find a place to spend the night outside and come back tomorrow morning."

He Chunhua said oh. The other expeditions all understand what Ling Jinbao said, they just don't care.

Why are you here? How can there be gains without taking risks?

Ling Jinbao was about to take a step when he suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, Da Sima Dong Haoming's men seem to be in the city already, and the leader has a golden knife."

"Da Sima?" He Chunhua suddenly changed his face, "Thank you very much, Mr. Ling!"

Ling Jinbao waved to them and led the doorman out.

After passing the majestic South City Gate and stepping out of the land bridge, and walking for more than a hundred feet, the Jianyang disciples walked into the Panlong Desert again. Ling Jinbao looked back at the Panlong Ancient City in the night and let out a long sigh.

This ghost place gives people a very strong sense of oppression.

The disciple said: "Uncle Ling, you are getting more and more weird."

"What's weird!" Ling Jinbao glared, "There's something wrong in the city. Most of the strange things in Panlong City that I heard about in Blackwater City happened at night. It can be seen that the sneakiness here will only be activated after nightfall. This Come on, I don’t want to be dragged into some inexplicable scene again.”

A Jianyang disciple was curious: "Again?"

The disciple smiled and said: "Before we arrived, my uncle secretly entered Panlong Ancient City at night, and the result..."

"result?"

Ling Jinbao responded: "In the end, I found nothing. It rained heavily in the desert that night, so I had to go to the ruins of the city to take shelter from the rain. Anyway, I had nothing to do, so I took a few sips of wine and closed my eyes to adjust my breath."

Everyone laughed and said, "Yes, why don't you get enough wine?"

Ling Jinbao said with a straight face: "But, I heard voices soon."

This is an empty city, where are the voices coming from?

Ling Jinbao immediately opened his eyes and found that although he was still sitting at the table, the scene around him was different.

He seemed to be sitting in a post station. There was tea on the table, and there were people sitting around him. Judging by their clothing, they were all businessmen and coachmen coming and going.

The day was very hot, and they were all busy wiping sweat and drinking tea. No one glanced at Ling Jinbao, and there were horses neighing outside.

Such a common sight made Ling Jinbao's hair stand on end.

He stayed in a ghost town at night and saw this when he opened his eyes. So, where is this?

He also smelled the aroma of fireworks, so he glanced out the back window and found that there was a small lake behind the inn. The water surface was covered with lotus leaves, and lotus flowers were waiting to be released.

There are several sets of tables and chairs placed around the lake, and they are all full, and the guests are eating kebabs.

It smells so good. The barbecue chef must be very good at it. Ling Jinbao swallowed, but did not dare to touch the food in this wonderland.

Are the things in the ghost town free for living people to eat?

At this moment, the sound of hooves outside was like thunder, and more than 20 people came riding at lightning speed.

Ling Jinbao looked over and judged from the color of their uniforms that they should be a team of officers and soldiers, full of energy and neat movements.

After arriving, this team did not enter the inn to rest. Instead, they quietly washed their hands and faces and led their horses to drink water. They were not like the Blackwater City army who made a lot of noise like no one else was watching.

Ling Jinbao saw them looking around, as if they were always on alert.

A small green cloth flag was planted beside the well. He glanced at it and saw "Qinglang Inn" written on it.

Where is this? Ling Jinbao had no idea at all.

The guests at the tables near the door had enough rest and got up to lead their horses outside.

Someone dropped a few copper coins on the ground. As a result, the coins turned a corner on the ground and rolled in front of the officers and soldiers.

The man smiled at the officers and soldiers, bent down to pick it up, but when he stood up, his wrists turned out, and a sleeve arrow went out with a clatter!

The soldier took half a step back, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Other guests had already pounced on him, greetings with swords.

"Enemy attack!" A whistle sounded outside, and people and horses on both sides got into a fight. The rest of the crowd immediately shrank to the corner, not even daring to raise their heads, not even daring to look at the excitement.

Ling Jinbao glanced out the back window and found that the edge of the lotus lake had become a battlefield, and the battle was more intense than inside the inn.

Who dares to attack officers and soldiers on official roads?

However, there are a few figures by the lake who are very strong and strong, and the gangsters dressed as merchants are not their enemies together. Ling Jinbao was most impressed by one of the farmers wearing a bamboo hat. This man threw a knife and nailed a tall and thick enemy directly to the earth wall.

Those battles were really dazzling.

At first, Ling Jinbao was just looking at the excitement, but the more he watched, the more solemn his face became.

With such superb body skills and fierce murderous aura, could it be that these are the legendary Panlong City soldiers?

Just then, a gangster rushed into the inn to avoid the officers and soldiers, and wanted to jump out of the window to escape. When he saw Ling Jinbao blocking the window, he stabbed him without saying a word.

Ling Jinbao kicked the table out directly.

His kick was so clever that the tabletop split into pieces in mid-air, sawdust flying everywhere, and almost blinded the gangster.

In just two breaths, the officers and soldiers rushed in from behind and chopped the gangster to death with two knives, and then went out to support his teammates without even looking at Ling Jinbao.

The battle started without warning and ended neatly, in just over a quarter of an hour.

The officers and soldiers who were attacked were victorious, and the gangsters who were ambushing here were killed.

The gangster leader was also taken to the small lake at the back, and the person interrogating him was actually the farmer wearing a bamboo hat.

Ling Jinbao's ears were very good and he heard the soldiers calling him "Commander".

Oh, so they are waiting here to stage a counter-ambush?

At this moment, a soldier noticed Ling Jinbao's prying eyes, walked over and closed the bamboo window, and then said loudly: "All the water bandits who caused trouble have been captured. You can rest assured and rest."

Water bandits?

Ling Jinbao asked the old man next to him: "Old man, what kind of water bandit is he talking about?"

The old man showed a wary look: "Where are you from? You have come here and you don't even know about the Takigawa water bandits?"

"I don't care much, and I was drinking all the time..." Ling Jinbao laughed dryly, "Where are we now?"

"Then you drank a lot." The old man didn't believe it, but it didn't matter if he mentioned the place name. "We were on Qiannan Trading Road. Oh, it's now called Longchuan Trading Road."

No matter what Ling Jinbao asked later, the old man wouldn't say anything.

At this time, there was a commotion outside. It turned out that the officers and soldiers were escorting the prisoners to the north.

The leader is of course the leader.

Ling Jinbao looked at his retreating back and felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

It must be an illusion, he shook his head secretly. If this scene were true history, it would have happened one hundred, sixty or seventy years ago.

Can he recognize a ghost?

The next chapter is being checked and will be released later.