"Hey, wake up, I can't sleep!" Seeing that the sand leopard's eyes were about to close, he patted the other person's protruding shoulder, "I didn't come to hunt alone, my personal guards must be looking for me all over the mountain. We have great hope. Get out alive!"
The leopard demon moved his eyelids but did not open them. It's just so tiring.
"Who is the one who attacked you?" He Lingchuan didn't want to ask. After all, he had just entered the world and he didn't recognize anyone alive.
But why can't he find a topic? Can't sleep now.
"The leader is an old man, with white hair and white beard, and powerful magic. I heard his subordinates calling him..." the leopard demon murmured, "calling him..."
The voice was too low for He Lingchuan to hear clearly: "What do you call him?"
The leopard fell silent.
He Lingchuan called it several times, but it didn't reply. It just lay down and closed its eyes.
He noticed that the small blade of grass in front of the leopard's nose stood quietly and no longer swayed.
The boy pushed the sand leopard, but it didn't respond.
This time it was really dead.
He Lingchuan let out a long sigh, he was the only living person left in the stream.
He tried his best to move back, moved to the edge of the seam in the ground, and reached out to dig out.
Grass, mud, bugs, and a broken leopard tooth.
He took the broken tooth and knocked it on the ground. Blood flowed out, but there was nothing inside.
Empty.
Didn't the Leopard Demon say, is there something in this tooth? Where is it? When a leopard is about to die, his words are only right.
He Lingchuan felt that this was not a good time to use his brain, because his mind began to feel dizzy again, his limbs felt heavy, and the world was so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing getting slower and louder.
The life-threatening pill seems to have expired. If he fell asleep like this, he might never wake up again.
Suddenly, his palms felt bone-chillingly cold, jolting him out of his wits.
Spreading his palms, he discovered that the source of the cold air was the round divine bone.
He wanted to throw it away to avoid future trouble. But it's so cold, it's just the right time to refresh him, otherwise he might fall asleep in a minute.
Then stay for now. He threw the pieces of the genuine jade pendant into the stream not far away.
While his mind was still clear, He Lingchuan quickly took out the remaining medicine, taking what he could eat and applying it again.
Now except for the wound on the back which is out of reach, the other bleeding holes have basically stopped bleeding.
He grabbed a few grasses and ate the dew on them to quench his thirst. He encouraged himself repeatedly, saying that if he persisted, there would be hope. As for the memories in his mind, the more he read through them, the more colorful the world became.
There are mortals and monsters - he has already seen this - not only the land of humans, but also the realm of monsters. It is said that gods and immortals walked the world a long time ago, and people today can occasionally find traces of them.
Oh, he wants to live and experience it!
He didn't know how long he had been holding on, but he could only see the sun setting in the west, and the light shining into the bottom of the stream was getting less and less.
The surroundings grew darker little by little, and a centipede crawled across his face.
There seemed to be a faint human voice coming from the cliff, like shouting, vaguely.
He Lingchuan was overjoyed and shouted loudly: "I'm at the bottom of the valley, I'm below!"
After being injured for too long, his voice was far less loud than before, and he didn't know if anyone heard him. He didn't care and kept shouting until his voice became hoarse.
After waiting for a long time, in a daze, a series of rapid footsteps sounded nearby. Soon, someone shouted: "Found it, the young master is here!"
Someone echoed in the distance.
Then, there were more noisy footsteps and voices.
He is the eldest son of Governor He. The so-called "eldest young master" should refer to him, right?
saved.
He Lingchuan took a long breath and passed out with relief.
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Two days later, He Zhai in Heishui City.
He Chunhua, the prefect of Qiansong County, had just returned home and went straight to his eldest son's bedroom.
In addition to a few servants, there was also a fat old man with a round face, round nose, and round belly. He was in his fifties, with a head full of black hair without a single silver strand.
"The Great Shaman of Zhaomandu." Seeing that He Lingchuan was still asleep, He Chunhua said hello to the old man, "How are you doing today, kid?"
"The danger period has passed and there is no danger of life." The great shaman of Zhaomandu nodded, "Maybe he will wake up tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."
"Excellent, excellent, thanks to the great shaman's medical skills!" He Chunhua asked the maid next to him, "Where is Madam?"
"Madam has a headache tonight and has already gone to bed."
He Chunhua hummed.
The great shaman added: "The leopard demon from far away in the Western Mountains actually came to the territory of Blackwater City to hurt people. The injured person was the son of the county guard. This matter is strange. Could it be that there are forces outside the country making trouble? Now the country is weak and there are internal troubles. Continuously, the border residents are afraid that foreign enemies will come again."
"I have sent someone to question the Xishan Leopard King, and we will have an answer soon." He Chunhua waved his hand and dismissed all the servants, "If it is a foreign invasion, Hongya Road will be closed in more than two months, and no one can do anything about it. Crossing. They probably wouldn’t choose this time.”
Seeing the eldest son's face gradually improving, he hesitated to speak several times.
The great shaman became impatient: "Master Sheriff, please tell me if you have anything to say."
"After three days of resuscitation, I finally managed to save a small life. Alas, but I always feel that it is a bit weird for the kid to fall off the cliff this time." He Chunhua said slowly, "I asked someone to show him. This kid is a lucky general. According to the fate, I am always able to turn danger into good luck, and I have not encountered many dangers. This time I was attacked inexplicably and almost died, which was really beyond my expectation."
"How can there be any real destiny? I think he survived the disaster, or may have a good future, and it doesn't mean that his fortune is out of line." The great shaman snorted, "However, looking at fortune-telling is not my specialty. Lord Sheriff, still You have to find someone from the east."
He Chunhua quickly waved his hand: "But when it comes to exorcising evil spirits and attracting spirits, the great shaman is second to none."
Although the shamans from the west and the magicians from the east have the same origin, they each have their own magical powers, and they don't like each other.
The great shaman was startled: "Are you doubtful?"
"He lay at the bottom of the cliff for a long time, and it was dark again. You also know that there are many evil spirits in the deep mountains and dense forests. Could it be that when he entered the mountains...?"
Upon hearing this, the Great Shaman of Zhaomandu waved his hand in front of He Lingchuan's face, then leaned forward to sniff, and then shook his head: "I think your master's spirit is quite normal."
"Great Shaman!" He Chunhua's face darkened, "This matter is of great importance, I want to confirm it myself."
After all, he is the local military and political leader, and his long face brings official authority.
"Okay." The great shaman took two steps outside and looked at the sky. "You go and prepare some things for me before the sun goes down."
The materials he asked for were not rare or expensive, and the He family prepared them without much effort.
A total of the following items:
The fabric cut from He Lingchuan's old clothes must be close to the front or back center.
The newly picked cicada sloughs this summer must be complete and not damaged at all.
A young rooster that has just turned one year old.
A jar of rootless water.
