vrcanaries Chapter 1508: 1480 cannot be trusted
Chapter 1508: 1480 cannot be trusted
chapter 1508 1480. untrustworthy
"it's a bit difficult." lan en felt the power of the guardian spirit extended to his hand, "but it's basically a small technical problem. let me study it for two more days? three days? it can almost be completed."
lan en has full confidence and trust in his own skills.
[ninety-nine weapons] is indeed not difficult for him.
"how can it still be like this!"
beside him, wuming looked as if he was listening to a book from heaven and was feeling emotional.
"huh?" lan en glanced at her, "aren't you the leader of the 'chu ye yan zhong'? your chu ye yan zhong has no record of [ninety-nine weapons]?"
at this point, wu ming's face turned red, he lowered his head and his voice became softer.
"we...we are indeed in a recession. a few years ago, there was a big change and we lost a lot of things."
"by the way, are you really the leader of chu ye yan zhong?"
"of course! are you an idiot for asking such a question?!"
lan en raised his hands politely, indicating that he would not ask any more questions.
the relaxed conversation that soothed the mood after the battle ended, and lan en immediately became serious.
"he said before, 'scatter the things out.'" lan en gave a casual kick, like kicking garbage, and kicked the human body of the charred rigu to pieces.
"eighty percent of it is to cause trouble. looking at the methods he uses to spread [filth], you can tell that if he wants to cause trouble, he will definitely do it on a large scale."
bai ze also pondered: "could it be a spiritual stone?"
lan en didn't say anything, but just led the way into the courtyard at the end of the stone steps.
after entering the courtyard, ignoring the japanese style dry landscape, the group walked directly into the hall of rigo master.
this is a typical japanese garden.
the hall is basically a large wooden corridor with no walls on all sides. if you need to avoid the wind and keep warm, you have to use special door panels to block it.
sitting in the middle, you can see the scenery and courtyard from both sides.
as early as when he first entered the door, the vertical pupils in the demon hunter's eyes began to shrink.
the witcher's senses have been activated.
lan en seemed to see many traces on the tatami that would be completely invisible to ordinary people.
following the traces, he directly found the secret grid set up by master rihuo before.
but after opening the secret compartment, it was empty, leaving only a long box.
"this should be used to hold scrolls," lan en stopped caring after taking one look at the box, "but there is still such a big gap in the secret compartment."
as he spoke, lan en reached in and found a small piece of golden crystal on the leather palm of his gauntlet at the corner of a dark grid.
"the fragments of spirit stones." bai ze floated to his hand and declared with just one glance, "there should be a lot of spirit stones in this place!"
lan en still dared not say that he already understood what the [spiritual stone] here was.
but he had already seen those monsters on jiulin mountain.
basically every monster has this kind of crystal that exudes golden dreamy light.
at least there should be no doubt that ‘spiritual stones can give birth to monsters’.
“the smell on the tatami is very mixed.”
lan en's nose twitched and he looked thoughtfully at the neat hall floor.
"the smell of sweat, earth, grass, and blood."
"is the monk who is always in the temple negotiating business with the bandits?"
it seems that it is easy to understand what kind of business we are talking about.
on the contrary, wuming acted very calmly when he heard that the monk and the bandit were cooperating.
probably because japanese monks during this period were more ferocious than bandits and more authoritative than daimyo.
"there are a lot of these bandits. i don't know where they will go." lan en made a vague inference based on the residue of the smell, "but he said it himself in the thirteen sakura village. there is also this account book."
lan en shook his head and said.
"i'm not worried about how to deal with them. the only possible trouble is if i don't get there fast enough."
"when you say that, it really puts pressure on me."
wuming turned over with some difficulty and jumped onto the horse's back which was too tall for her, while complaining to lan en.
but then, her tone became very serious.
"i'll try my best to speed it up!"
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"hold!" daisuke kikuchi bowed and shouted after removing the door panel and pressing it against the wooden sign made on the ground, "hold!"
there was a continuous "dong-dong" sound of arrows nailed to the wooden board.
on the high ground on both sides of the village gate, daisuke kikuchi is leading the village militia, trying to defend his village.
generally speaking, daisuke kikuchi has already retired from the position of hatamoto samurai under ando mamoru.
he has stopped doing this kind of thing of shouting nonsense to stabilize the front for a long time.
because he, a hatamoto samurai, mainly serves as the personal guard and herald of the general's main formation during wartime.
such words of encouragement were only needed by an ashigaru who had just entered the battle, and he only shouted them when he was young.
but at this moment, he had to shout.
"eh~~~!"
not far away, behind another wooden door plate pressed against the ground, the militiamen held their heads in their hands and made confused and panicked sounds out of their mouths.
although the world is difficult, everyone has probably seen the corpses of dead people, but can the impact of seeing the corpses be the same as facing the rain of arrows through a wooden board now?
it's natural to be scared silly.
but it's a matter of course. you can panic on the battlefield as a matter of course, but the consequences will be death as a matter of course.
"idiot!" daisuke kikuchi huddled behind the wooden sign and shouted angrily at the militiaman, "don't hold your head! hold on to the wooden sign! the wooden sign!"
it was originally a wooden sign made by temporarily removing the door panel and attaching the back to the bracket.
if the person behind doesn't hold it up with both hands, it's normal for it to fall over at any time! and if you lose your cover under the rain of arrows, won't you turn into a hedgehog in the next second?
sure enough, another arrow hit the corner of the wooden sign where the militiamen were. the uneven force caused the wooden sign to become skewed rapidly, and it was about to fall over!
it is not difficult to straighten it at this time. after all, it is just a door panel and it is not heavy.
but being rational is one thing, being emotional is another.
even the militiaman himself knew that if he didn't reach out and straighten the wooden sign, he would die.
but when he heard the sound of arrows swooshing through the air outside the wooden sign, he just didn't dare to stretch out his hand.
he cried, his face wrinkled like an ugly orange.
people who cannot win in the battle between reason and fear often cannot control their own destiny.
but just before the wooden sign was about to fall over.
"i'll do it, i'll do it! don't be in a daze, brother!"
a figure in yellow clothes who also yelled to vent his fear, but whose movements were quite flexible, ran from the village to the high ground.
his voice sounded quite rich and powerful, but somehow it felt a little oily.
this man finally helped the militiaman hold up the wooden sign by rolling like a lazy donkey!
the yellow clothes were stained with a lot of mud and became messy.
"tojiro?"
daisuke kikuchi shouted in surprise.
"didn't you just turn around and run away like those **** businessmen?"
hearing this, a weather-beaten face showed a complicated expression in the shadow of the wooden sign, which was unclear whether it was a bitter smile or a sneer.