Chapter 268 Invisible Nightmare

He Lingchuan walked to the front of the row of bungalows. This was originally an inn. The guest rooms and courtyard in front were affected by the war, but the row of stables in the back was mostly intact, with only one on the side being burned.

Now the captives were sitting in a row here, with their hands tied behind their backs and leaning against the wall. Anyone who dared to move would be killed.

There were more than a hundred people here, all of them dejected.

The small leaders and lieutenants were locked up in two other stables next door.

He Lingchuan looked in each stable and soon found that the red light was actually coming from one of the captives.

Strictly speaking, it was overflowing from his waist.

He immediately became interested and beckoned the soldier guarding the prisoner to come closer: "When was this man imprisoned?"

"Just now." The soldier replied, "He was hiding in the city secretly, and I don't know what he wanted to do. We found him."

"Oh?" He Lingchuan asked curiously, "The Xunzhou Rangers have all withdrawn, but he still doesn't run away? Have you searched and interrogated him?"

"No, the gentlemen haven't made time for it yet." The leaders are all busy, so how can they have time to interrogate an insignificant thug?

But He Lingchuan is very idle. "Then I'll do it."

"Ah?" The soldier was stunned, "But, but..."

"You don't know who I am?"

"I know, I know!" Even if he didn't know before, after the battle tonight, He Lingchuan was familiar with half of the army, "You are Mr. He!"

"What's wrong with me interrogating a prisoner that no one else has time to pay attention to?"

Of course not.

At a signal from He Lingchuan, Shan Youjun and Jiao Tai stepped forward and picked out the prisoner he liked from the crowd.

The man hid behind: "What are you doing!"

He was born thin and small, how could he resist the two big men, and was lifted out like a chicken.

He Lingchuan noticed that the red light on his waist disappeared as soon as Shan Youjun and the other man walked towards him. He had been sitting with his hands on his waist.

So, it is still controllable?

There were too few bungalows left after the battle, and each one was useful. He Lingchuan could only occupy a tent again, drive the original owner out, and throw the captive in.

Yanlang moved to the door with ease, lay down there, and kept strangers away.

Shan Youjun found two chairs and came in, let He Dashao sit on one, and stuffed the captive into the other.

He Lingchuan didn't intend to beat around the bush: "What's the matter with the red light on your body?"

The man looked confused: "What red light?"

He Lingchuan took action himself, pulled open his waist and looked, there was nothing, and then took off his outermost light armor.

Still nothing.

Then took off two more layers.

The man's face turned pale, and his eyes were wandering.

Watching He Lingchuan undressing the captive, Shan Youjun and Jiao Tai looked at each other with strange eyes. They had been with the young master for almost a month, how could they not know that he had such a hobby?

This captive had no face and no body, why did the young master take a fancy to him?

Oh, what if the young master starts to eat grass in the nest in the future, should I obey him or not?

The two looked at each other in silence, both of them were in deep pain.

Fortunately, at this time, He Lingchuan tore the captive's middle clothes with a chua sound, and something fell to the ground.

It seemed to be a copper short stick.

He Lingchuan picked it up and saw that the short stick was too mini, just a little longer than his middle finger, as thick as a flute, and the top of the stick was engraved with a monster head of an unknown species, like a bat and a pig, with a pointed mouth, a short nose, thin teeth, and very small ears.

There were countless patterns engraved around the short stick, like patterns and words, but He Lingchuan couldn't understand.

This is not even the language of the ancient immortals.

But their arrangement is symmetrical and neat, conforming to a certain law, and has a solemn and solemn beauty. He Lingchuan stroked these lines, and a strange thought came to his mind:

Is this some kind of magic circle?

In addition, there is an oval gem embedded in the body of the staff, as big as a quail egg.

What color is it? It is hard to say, because in He Lingchuan's opinion, there is actually a red substance in the gem, like liquid and gas, or in other words, it is transforming back and forth between these two states.

They occupy three quarters of the volume of the entire gem, that is, they are almost filling the gem.

Recalling the red light he saw outside the temporary cell before, He Lingchuan's heart moved, and he turned to ask Shan Youjun: "Have you seen this gem?"

Shan Youjun nodded.

"What color?"

"Dark red." Shan Youjun felt that the boss's behavior in the past half hour was a bit abnormal.

But in He Lingchuan's opinion, it was clearly blood-red. "Look carefully, can you see the color flowing in the gem?"

Shan Youjun's expression became more confused, but the captive's face changed drastically.

Sure enough, others couldn't see it again.

He Lingchuan smiled and said to the captive: "It seems that you have something to say, huh?"

"No, no."

"You can also see the abnormality in the gem, right?" He asked the captive, "What is this thing used for?"

The captive hesitated: "What's abnormal? This is a toy I took from the peddler."

He Lingchuan played with the short staff and didn't find any other mechanism. The whole staff seemed to be cast in one piece, without even a fitting interface.

The craftsmanship is very high. Would a peddler sell this? Haha.

Then he pressed the gem.

The monster at the head of the staff lit up with its eyes, and suddenly opened its mouth to roar to the sky, and the pattern on the staff body actually swam on the staff body like a snake.

When He Lingchuan grabbed the short staff, he felt as if something was gathering from all directions.

In just a few blinks, red light fell from the sky and fell into the monster's mouth.

In other words, it was not roaring, but sucking.

He Lingchuan finally understood where the red light he saw outside came from.

But he still didn't understand how these lights were formed. He even felt that they seemed to be illuminated by the beast's eyes and then fell into the monster's mouth.

He stretched out his hand and shook it, and the red light passed through his palm as if nothing.

The lines on the staff also became busy. They swam from the monster's mouth to the ruby, and each line flashed red light.

But when they swam out of the ruby ​​again, they returned to normal.

And so on.

He Lingchuan took a few glances and understood: the red light sucked into the mouth of the beast was transported to the gem by these lines and stored.

So the red substance in the gem was formed by the compression of these external red lights?

Well, it's getting weirder and weirder.

The captive looked at him in amazement, because He Lingchuan's expression had already explained everything:

He could see exactly how this short staff worked.

How could this be possible! Only those of them who had undergone special means to "open their eyes" could see the nightmare!

"If you still want to conceal it, you will be severely punished." This was the ultimatum.

The captive was dumbfounded.

Shan Youjun stepped forward: "Boss, I'll do it for you."

"Well, I'll leave it to you." He Lingchuan folded his arms and stepped back two steps, "Interrogate him well, maybe you'll get something else."

Shan Youjun and Jiao Tai stepped forward and punched him.

They were very experienced and only stood beside the captive, so that when they punched him in the abdomen, the vomit and blood from the captive's mouth would not splash on them.

The captive was beaten and screamed, and his face was hit a few more times, his cheeks suddenly swollen for a long time, and his eyes were squeezed to a slit.

But he gritted his teeth and refused to confess.

Shan Youjun asked someone to fetch a bucket of clean water, and then got a cloth towel and soaked it in the bucket. Then he grabbed the back of the prisoner's chair and turned him upside down, making him upside down, and then covered his face with a wet towel.

The wet towel can suffocate people, and Shan Youjun also scooped a bucket of water and slowly poured it into his mouth and nose.

The man whimpered and struggled like a fish on a chopping board.

In fact, he was in more pain than a fish out of water.

He Lingchuan knew that this was "water torture". It seemed that there was no blood and no wounds, but in fact the prisoner had to experience the double enjoyment of suffocation and drowning, and his physical and psychological bottom line would be repeatedly trampled on.

As long as the torturer controlled the rhythm well, fast and slow, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, neither fast nor slow, the prisoner's pain would be multiplied.

He Xiao watched for more than ten breaths, and there was a noise outside, as if a large group of people were rushing in.

What happened?

He strode out of the tent and saw that a team had indeed entered the military camp from the front gate. There were about 600 people, including cavalry, runners, more than 100 carriages, and even servants whose clothes and appearance could be recognized at a glance.

But they were dejected, many of them had blood on their clothes and wounds on their bodies. They looked weak and tired. They sat down as soon as they entered the camp and could hardly move.

He Lingchuan's heart sank.

This team had just separated from them two days ago and took the route of Songhuayuan in Bailu Town. There were nearly a thousand people, more than He Chunhua's team. After the battle in Xinhuang ended, He Chunhua also sent people to Bailu Town to inquire about safety, but this team arrived first.

They still looked like they had eaten a standard set meal of defeat.

The soldiers in the military camp put down their work and watched them silently.

The leading general Wu Shaoyi dismounted and saw He Lingchuan, with a face full of shame: "Young Master, we were ambushed in Bailu Town! I only brought back these carriages."

He staggered a little when he dismounted, and was supported by He Lingchuan. He looked pale, with a wound on his shoulder, and blood soaked his entire sleeve.

At this time, the east was slightly bright, and He Lingchuan exhaled a breath of cold air in the early spring of the north:

"Xinhuang was also attacked."

The news brought by Wu Shaoyi was really the worst of the night.

Bai Liqing, Guiyuan, and Dong Rui fled, the Xinhuang military camp was a mess, and He Chunhua's men suffered heavy casualties... None of these news were as shocking as the last one.

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Wu Shaoyi rushed to see He Chunhua, who, although serious, first asked a military doctor to treat his injuries.

The conversation between the two took place during the treatment.

Bailu Town had more garrison than Xinhuang. Wu Shaoyi and another grain escort commander Zhou Hongyue also focused their defense on Jutang Pass, which they would pass a day later. After entering Bailu Town, they ordered to rest on the spot. Both of them were cautious and did not wander around the town. Instead, they lived in the houses requisitioned by the team. As a result, Wu Shaoyi drank too much water and went out to the toilet temporarily. Before he could shake himself clean, he was knocked to the ground by the blast.