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Chapter 125 [The True Horror Legend of Qinghe Town] (13)

In the Chuihua Gate space, He Sheng's mouth twitched.

Good guy, I just felt that I had stood up, Qinghe Town was the best. He was only powerful for a few days, and then he ran into the mother and son, who beat him up.

"No, Chuihuamen, do you have a grudge against me?" In the real world, he is so glorious that he can kill anyone he wants under a vest, unless he cannot defeat them, otherwise he will take revenge overnight.

As a result, I can always do something fancy once I enter the dungeon.

"Your uncle's."

He really couldn't hold it back and finally uttered a swear word.

"Forget it, I'll go ask around first."

Every citizen in the dungeon has their own wisdom and must know some rumors about the Dragon Locking Well. Maybe I can get some information from them.

After saying that, he turned around and pushed the door open again.

"Shaobing~Shaobing~~~"

"River fish, fresh river fish, just caught from the Qing River this morning."

"Rouge and powder, they are all from the southern county town!"

On the busy streets, the cries of vendors on both sides can still be heard.

"Master, don't you want to read my face, tell my fortune, or predict my fate?"

"Old Zhang."

He walked up to the stall and threw down a piece of silver, about three and a half taels.

"Hey?!"

The fortune teller Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he withdrew his right hand with lightning speed. The person involved was stunned by his incredibly fast speed.

Wow, I didn’t expect that Zhang is such a master. If he learns hidden weapons, he can at least dominate Qinghe.

"Sir, what do you want to calculate? Wealth? Marriage? Or..." Before fortune teller Zhang could finish his words, Gan Sheng interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"Let me ask you, what's the situation with the well at the east end of the town that has a huge rock pressing on it and a big iron chain tied to it?"

"Ouch!"

When fortune teller Zhang heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly and he lowered his voice.

"Uncle, don't talk nonsense. Speak softly, speak softly." After saying this, he looked around, as if he was afraid that others would hear what he had just asked.

"I advise you not to go there. When you passed by, did you see anyone wandering around? That place is a forbidden area in Qinghe Town."

After saying that, he picked up the already cold tea on the stall, took a sip, and continued.

"Twenty years ago, a famous scholar emerged in Qinghe. He took the imperial examinations, passed them all the way, and finally became a second-class Jinshi. Then, he was favored by the daughter of a high-ranking official in the court.

But the problem was that he had already married and had a wife and a child. When the Jinshi’s wife heard about this, she was so upset that she threw herself into a well with her five-year-old baby in her arms.

At this point, Fortune Teller Zhang's body trembled a little.

"After seven days, people passing by the well at night heard the sound of a woman crying and a baby screaming from the bottom of the well. Some people did not believe in it and went to investigate in the middle of the night.

Those brave people never appeared again and disappeared. From then on, people in the town would rather take a detour than pass by at night except during the day.

For three months, people passed by during the day and disappeared. Some residents nearby could even hear bursts of crying coming from the well in broad daylight.

The neighbors were so scared that they simply abandoned their houses and ran to the edge of the town to rebuild a new one. Soon, it was said that a group of people came from the capital.

At this point, Fortune Teller Zhang suddenly became excited and trembled even more violently.

"Let me tell you, I have never left Qinghe Town since I was a child. That was the first time I saw the so-called nobles!! Hundreds of soldiers wearing armor and holding spears, who were obviously from a group of fierce soldiers, were protecting each car." Old Zhang was a little anxious and couldn't find a suitable adjective.

"Priceless?"

"Correct!"

Fortune teller Zhang clapped his hands and finally let out the breath that had been stuck in his chest.

"I have never seen such an expensive carriage in my life. The carriage is inlaid with various jades. Unfortunately, I can't recognize them, but they must be very expensive. Especially the roof. If I am not mistaken, it must be made of gold.

That’s right, I don’t know what breed the horse pulling the cart is. The horse has scales all over its body, its eyes are red, and its mouth is full of sharp teeth. When stray dogs on the street saw it, they were frightened to death on the spot.

Unfortunately, no one saw who was sitting in the carriage. The soldiers arrived at the east of the town and directly blocked the area around it, not allowing anyone to see.

After about three days, the soldiers withdrew. From then on, huge rocks and chains with ghostly symbols engraved on them appeared on the well. Speaking of which, there was no more crying and wailing since that day.

When He Sheng thought that the matter was over, fortune teller Zhang continued.

"Do you think it's over? No! After the well was suppressed by a huge rock and locked with iron chains, there was indeed peace for ten years. However, in the tenth year, the monster started to act up again.

No matter whether it was morning or night, anyone who passed by the well would disappear. Some of the timid ones began to sell their property and prepare to live in other towns.

I, Old Zhang, was also planning to sell my house at a low price, and move to another place to make a living.

"That priceless carriage is coming again?"

Fortune teller Zhang was talking in high spirits and seemed a little unhappy when he was interrupted suddenly.

"Uncle, please don't interrupt me. It makes me feel a little confused."

"Say, you say."

Lao Zhang thought for a moment and his emotions started to rise again.

"As a result, what came was one"

He Sheng interrupted him just after he said six words.

"The roof of the car is made of colored glaze, which is engraved with bloody tadpole characters. Wind chimes are hung on the four corners of the colored glaze roof, which make pleasant sounds as the car body shakes.

The body of the carriage was different from the glazed roof, and was completely black, which looked inconsistent. And, like an ordinary carriage, it had four wheels.

The horses pulling the cart were not exotic horses with scales, but just two ordinary-looking long-haired horses. Although the horses would not scare the stray dogs to death, they would scare them to pee.

The carriage was protected by forty-nine two-meter-tall guards with arms as thick as ordinary people's thighs, wearing armor and holding knives. Oh, and there was a flag on the carriage with the words "King" on it. "

As Gan Sheng said this, the fortune teller opened his mouth wide with an expression of disbelief.

"No, sir, can you also tell fortunes?"

Then, Lao Zhang slapped himself in the face. He made a living by fortune-telling, so how could he not know whether it was true or not? Then, he spoke again.

"Uncle, you must be from Qinghe Town. Otherwise, how could you describe it as if you saw it with your own eyes? I can't even remember some of the details clearly."

After saying this, he had a determined expression.

"No, why do you come to entertain me for no reason? Of course, I don't blame you." It's not that Fortune Teller Zhang has no temper, it's just that people are very generous. They spend more than three taels of silver on entertainment each time, which is almost one-tenth of the annual consumption of a family of five.

You can have as much of this kind of pastime as you want.

"I'm neither a fortune teller nor from Qinghe Town. Rather, I witnessed it with my own eyes." The man surnamed He raised his hand and pointed to the street. Old Zhang looked in the direction he pointed.

A carriage of incoherent colors was being escorted by a group of muscular warriors.

"Is the ten-year deadline up?"

(End of this chapter)