Chapter 339 please general

Chapter 339 Please General

People who heard the news thought that Mrs. Ji was an old tree in spring, and thought about it. Unexpectedly, she was pregnant with a ghost at that time!

Mrs. Ji was carried in on a stretcher. She seemed to have no strength to walk, and her eyes were dull.

Although she is Jinduzi’s human mother, she is a mortal after all, and the soldiers of Dafeng did not guard against her.

Unexpectedly, when the crowd of civilians increased, and she didn’t know where she got the strength, she suddenly sat up straight and shouted: “Give me back my son! Both of my sons died for Panlong City. These few were born after all the hard work. You still want to kill me! Are you human? Give me back my son, give me back!”

She yelled hoarsely with a broken sound, while rolling on the stretcher, her face was like a ghost, and the crows on the treetops were scared away.

The crowd fell silent, and her shrill roar seemed to echo in the sky.

Xiao Maoliang raised his chin with a cold face, and the soldiers around rushed to gag her and tied her hands, fixed her on the stretcher, and quickly carried her in.

Commander Xiao bowed to the surrounding townspeople and said in a loud voice: “Fathers and elders, this town was bewitched by evil gods, gave birth to ghost fetuses, and harmed my townspeople. Today, you will be brought to justice. Don’t worry about it!”

After hearing this, everyone dispersed slowly.

Looking at this scene, He Lingchuan couldn’t tell what was in his heart, and the skinny man beside him also let out a heavy sigh.

Who is to blame for the tragedy of Aunt Yun and Sister Ji?

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Wen Daolun took his son home, and the whole Wen family was fried.

The female family members took turns to come and cry, Wen Daolun was devastated, and his family was on fire.

Only a few hours later, when Zhong Shengguang saw him again, Wen Daolun seemed to have aged several years.

Along with Zhong Shengguang, there was also the travel-worn Red General.

She received an emergency report from Sparrowhawk, and really rushed back from the front line.

The two giants of Panlong City finally appeared together.

Because He Lingchuan had a relationship with Mrs. Ji, Wen Daolun called him into the mansion to repeatedly ask for details, and he was also there at this time.

Wen Daolun was already anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and when he saw the Red General, he immediately bowed to the end: “I beg the Red General to save my son’s life!”

Before he could bend down, the Red General grabbed his arm.

Her eyes were still hidden in the darkness, and her voice was hollow and cold, but it was Wen Daolun’s only hope at the moment: “Look first before we talk.”

He Lingchuan paid special attention to the fact that the room was brightly lit, but it still couldn’t illuminate the mask of the Red General.

But the mask she is wearing this time is different from Chifeng Mountain. It is an exquisite wolf-head mask. The wolf eyes are where the human eyes are, and the whole body is red gold.

At this time, it is not a miracle to wear a mask to fight, it is an effective protection against the rain of guns and arrows. Many Gale Army soldiers also wore visors to participate in the battle. I don’t know if they were influenced by the Red General.

Entering the inner room, the mask disappeared, and He Lingchuan saw that beautiful face again.

Wen Xun’s sleeves and trouser legs were all cut open. The Red General walked to the bedside to take a look, and stretched out his hand to press the wound on his arm twice.

She didn’t draw a conclusion immediately, but carefully inspected the remains of the ghost on the tray, and then called for a needle to pick out a small “fruit core” from the thing’s head.

The “core” is broken from it.

He Lingchuan felt familiar, and the Red General asked, “Who killed it?”

He could only respond in a humble way: “Me.”

“It’s you again.” The Red General’s voice could not hear the emotion, “You killed the youngest at both ends.”

He Lingchuan was sure that what he chopped off was the ghost’s brain nucleus.

“Since the ninth son of Jindu is here to stab and shoot, then Wen Xing’s technique should be wood transformation.” The Red General said affirmatively, “This is the masterpiece of Tongming Zhenjun, and it has far surpassed Jindu’s divine power.”

The words “Tongming True Monarch” moved He Lingchuan’s heart.

The He family was falsely accused of rewarding the gods back then, and the crime was to make a living sacrifice to this “True Monarch of Tongming”.

He never expected to hear this name from the Red General at this moment.

“Can it be saved?” Wen Daolun only cared about this matter, “Or, can this injury be transferred?”

He Lingchuan remembered that Wu Shaoyi used the secret technique of transferring injuries to transfer the serious injuries to another gangster. Although there are many sequelae, I can live a few more years.

There are many capable people in Panlong City, it seems that there are still people who can do this.

“It can’t be moved.” The Red General said indifferently, “Just a secret technique of moving injuries, do you want to hide it from the eyes of the gods?”

Wen Daolun was extremely disappointed.

General Hong seemed to be deliberating for a while before saying: “If I come down in real body, it will be easy to undo this magic spell; but now…”

He Lingchuan realized only after hearing the word “true body” that the one speaking now is actually a god.

The Red General paused for a moment: “Tongming Zhenjun lent a little strength to Jin Dumu, but this cub alone can’t do it. It must eat other cubs and burn out its life before it can shoot. Even if you don’t Kill it, and it will die soon too.”

Wen Ning is at a critical juncture, and she said these words are not aimless: “You have to understand that from the time of casting to the effect of the lignification technique, it takes a lot of vitality; Only the essence can resist or even counterattack the invasion of the lignification technique!”

That is to say, the process of “woodenization” is reversible. Wen Daolun murmured: “A huge amount of flesh and blood essence, a huge amount…can you do it?”

“Not to mention mortals, even a **** general can’t do it. Even if we kill all the captives and death row prisoners in Panlong City, that’s still far away.” The Red General turned to Zhong Shengguang and said, “No one can have such a huge vitality.”

She emphasized the word “no one”, the room fell silent for a while, and the atmosphere suddenly became delicate.

People can’t do it, then?

Wen Daolun naturally wouldn’t ignore it, his thoughts turned, and he froze on the spot for a while: “Could it be?”

The Red General further explained: “Today only divine arts can counter divine arts. If there is no divine arts, you can only count on gods…”

Before she finished speaking, Zhong Shengguang suddenly said quickly to He Lingchuan and the others: “Everyone get out.”

“Everyone” includes He Lingchuan and other guards, the servants who are waiting at the side, and the doctors He Lianchen and Aluo.

Everyone withdrew as promised, leaving only Zhong Shengguang, Red General, Wen Daolun and Wen Xing in a coma in the room.

He Lingchuan was the last one to go out, and when he closed the door with his backhand, he vaguely heard Wen Daolun whispering: “How could this be?”

There was deep despair in his voice, which made He Lingchuan still puzzled after closing the door.

Did the last few words that General Red was interrupted refer to “artifact”?

As a dreamer who came from more than a hundred years later, He Lingchuan knew very well that there was a divine weapon hidden in Panlong City at this time:

Generous pot.

Wen Daolun doesn’t know that Zhong Shengguang holds such a treasure, why is he so desperate?

Wen family members who were waiting outside saw everyone withdrawing, especially when they saw He Lianchen, their eyes lit up, and they swarmed up and chattered:

“Mr. Helian, how is our Xing’er?”

“Is he awake, and how long will it take to heal?”

“Will his injuries be contagious?”

“Why did the Red General come? Is there something wrong?”

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He Lianchen’s head was getting bigger, and Aluo hurried forward to protect him: “You can’t say it now, you can’t say it! Master Zhong and General Hong are negotiating urgently!”

The female family members of the Wen family were even more shocked: “What does Xing’er’s injury have to do with the Red General! The two of them are not doctors, so why wait for them to discuss the outcome?”

“Why can’t Mr. Helian speak?”

He Lianchen was about to retreat to the wing, when the old lady of the Wen family stood up and scolded all the juniors for being unruly. Just as the doctors breathed a sigh of relief, the old lady walked over and said, “Doctors, let’s go inside and talk!”

“…”

The center of the storm in this incident—Wen Xing’s ward was quiet instead, probably because a barrier was placed to prevent the sound from leaking out.

About a quarter of an hour later, the door opened suddenly, and Zhong Shengguang came out in person to invite the old lady in, saying that Wen Xing was already awake.

The old lady was overjoyed and went in, but the rest of the female relatives were still kept out of the door.

He Lingchuan stood silently in the crowd and observed Zhong Shengguang. Seeing his gloomy face, he knew that the situation was not good.

Not long after, the masked Red General came out, closed the door with his backhand, and asked Zhong Shengguang, “How is it now?”

“Brother Wen’s intention has been decided and will not be changed.” Zhong Shengguang looked at the closed door, “Go back to the front line.”

General Hong nodded and strode away, followed by his subordinates.

But before she could take two steps, she suddenly turned around and waved to He Lingchuan: “Broken knife.”

Call him? He Lingchuan was startled, and quickly followed.

General Red threw him a transparent glass vial, which contained the broken Jinduzai’s brain nucleus: “Your spoils of war.”

The monsters killed by He Lingchuan will return to him if they drop.

General Hong said again: “You have performed well recently, what reward do you want?”

He Lingchuan didn’t think about it for a while, so he said: “I have a few questions, and I would like to ask the general to clarify.”

The Red General was also very happy: “You ask.”

“General, can’t Wen Xun be saved?”

“You also heard just now that he was injured by divine magic, which is beyond my ability.” The Red General said, “Divine magic can fundamentally change our bodies, which is no longer possible with today’s magic.”

Today? Adding this prefix means that it can be done in the past?

General Hong said again: “All I can do is wake up Wen Xing so that he can bid farewell to his family before he dies.”

But if Wen Xun is incurable, it would be fine to announce the result just now. Everyone inside and outside the house gave up their hearts, so why did the three of them discuss behind closed doors?

The strangeness of this matter must have fallen on the divine artifact generous pot.

He Lingchuan observed from the perspective of a latecomer, and it is not difficult to infer that what the Red General just said was that the artifact could save Wen Xing’s life.

But in the end, they didn’t plan to use the Dafang Pot to save people?

Why?

He Lingchuan observed that Wen Daolun and Wen Xun had a loving father, a filial piety, and a deep relationship, far surpassing their He family father and son. How could they sit back and watch their son grieve and die? Could it be that Zhong Shengguang or the Red General disagreed?

The Red General seemed to hear his inner voice, and suddenly said: “A year ago, Wen Daolun gave his son a divination, and he had already predicted that his fate would be fatal, and the disaster was coming, so the whole family opposed Wen Yun’s enlistment in the army. Today’s incident happened On the contrary, Wen Daolun can take it calmly.”

December is coming, which is full of variables, and the wind is high and the waves are rough. I hope everyone is well.

(end of this chapter)