Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 35 It wouldn't be surprising even if the God King brought the Buddha's Wrath Tanglian out

He Songling glanced at Old Song. His clothes were stained with dirt and sweat, and were worn out, reflecting a gray light. In his hometown dialect, they looked like "iron".

His clothes were not very clean either. He lived in a chicken feather shop, so you can imagine his personal hygiene was not good. He exuded a sour and smelly smell all over his body.

He Songling took a few steps back without leaving a trace and asked, "Are you going to Tang Sect, or are you familiar with the way to Tang Sect?"

"Hey, sir, let me go back to you. I am not going to Tangmen, but the trade route I take passes by them not far. There is a fork in the mountain road. I will go to Shaanxi and go northeast. You can go northwest and take the main road. It will take less than a hundred miles to reach Tangmen." Old Song replied with a smile.

"Really? You're the only one doing cross-province business?" He Songling didn't look down on him, but would someone who has the ability to do cross-province business look like this? Not enough money for the travel expenses.

"Sir, you've asked the right question. Usually no one goes to that damn place called Tang Clan. They are a group of martial artists. They go to the city to buy supplies by climbing over rooftops and walls. The person who is most familiar with Tang Clan in our area is Old Song." The shopkeeper also helped out.

"Yes, sir, don't worry. I have been on the business road for thirteen years, but I have never worn out a pair of straw sandals!" Old Song smiled apologetically.

"Uh..." How should I put it? This sentence combined with his name made He Songling suddenly want to eat something. He took out two dollars and threw them to Old Song, "Take me with you for a trip. Ten dollars. This is the deposit."

"You don't need these, sir. I'm in a hurry this time and can't accompany you to Tang Clan. I can only show you the way at the fork in the road. But over there is a main road opened by people from Tang Clan. It's wide and there aren't many forks in the road. You'll have no problem walking there." Old Song tried to return a dollar to He Songling.

"Then five dollars." He Songling was not a rich man. He had plenty of places to spend money. With the army and munitions, even if there were two more Huang Silangs, they would not be enough. But he did not give too low a price. One dollar had a high purchasing power, but it was not high enough for everyone. A rickshaw driver would charge one dollar and fifty cents for a long trip. Even though Old Song looked dirty, he was a businessman after all and had seen money.

"Okay, okay, thank you for the reward." Old Song was very satisfied with the five dollars. "Don't worry, I only earn the money I can, and I won't earn what I shouldn't. I will definitely serve you well."

"Take the money and find a bathhouse to take a bath and buy new clothes, and then we'll meet at the city gate." He Songling didn't want to stay in the chicken feather shop for even a second, so he left quickly after giving his instructions.

An hour later, the two gathered at the city gate and set out on the road to Tangmen. This journey took three to five days. Old Song was just an ordinary person, and his speed could not be compared with that of an extraordinary person like Lu Ci.

At this time, the advantage of being able to escape was reflected. He Songling was not the kind of person who treated himself badly. He used the escape technique to run back to the city for three meals a day and bought food to eat. Leaving the "fire" on Old Song, he was not afraid of getting lost.

"After eating pickles and boiled tofu, the emperor is no match for me." A pot was hanging over the bonfire, and He Songling was cutting tofu and throwing it into the bubbling pot. Stir-fry the fat out of the pork belly, add water, old tofu, and Chinese mustard, and a fragrance wafted far away.

"Come, try it." He Songling served a bowl to Old Song.

"Hey, thank you for the reward." Old Song took it happily and drank it in small sips. "Master He, I really appreciate your care these days. I have been walking this road for more than ten years, and I have never eaten as good as this trip."

"Hey, you don't understand. This thing has to be eaten with you. It tastes better when eaten with you." He Songling suppressed his laughter and asked, "How far is Tangmen?" "Not far. According to our pace, we will see the fork in the road at noon tomorrow. You just need to walk towards the northwest road." Old Song said.

"Okay, you can deliver it here." It was noon now, and it would take a whole day for him to go with Old Song, but he arrived in an instant. He took out three silver dollars and threw them to Old Song, "This is the balance."

"Mr. He is too polite." Old Song smiled. He Songling threw out Mexican Eagle Dollar, which is smaller and lighter than the "Yuan Datou", but the foreigners have advanced mining and smelting technology, and the silver content is higher than that of the Yuan Datou. They like this kind of money the most.

"It's only natural to get paid for doing things. Thank you very much, and be careful on your way. Goodbye." He Songling has looked around in the past few days. He found that the Tang Sect has cleaned up the mountain where they are very clean. There are no large beasts. He is not afraid that the aroma of the broth will bring fatal disaster to Old Song.

He Songling used the escape technique to move forward and indeed saw a fork in the road. He then fled to the northwest and soon saw the gate of the Tang Sect.

"Hey, good fellow, this is scarier than the beehive in Raccoon City." In the eyes of the innate, this area is densely packed with the dense network of Tang Sect's hidden lines. It is not simply exposed, but relying on the terrain, it is arranged in all directions and in three dimensions, making the hidden lines that are difficult to see with the naked eye even more concealed.

Seriously, if you dare to walk straight over like that, the outcome will be no better than the laser-cutting net in the movies.

That's not all. They were afraid that a master of horizontal training or someone who could regenerate like the Sanyi Sect would break in. At the end of each line, there was a bell, and the end of the bell was connected to a mechanism. If the weight exceeded a certain level, the bell would ring, alerting the people inside the gate, and at the same time, poisoned crossbows would be shot out.

Looking back, you will find that this line net formation is the simplest defense formation. There is a huge area behind, which is a concentration of various formations. There are falling rocks from the mountain, poisonous arrows from the ground, poisonous smoke on both sides, and even fire and water spouts, and various pits. Flip boards, rotating boards, chain boards, dirty pits, clean pits, plum blossom pits. There is a saltpeter signal mechanism underneath, and it seems that there should be gunpowder.

One crisis at one step is considered a bargain; four or five fatal traps at one step is the norm.

Even with He Songling's eyesight, he couldn't see the end of such a road at a glance.

"The Tang Sect in Shu is so terrifying." He Songling took a breath and contributed to global warming. With the strength of this mechanism, he would not be surprised if a God King carrying the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus came out of it and threw it at his head.

He couldn't help but plan in his mind that when he returned to Trinity Gate, he would arrange a set of mines at the bottom of his own mountain gate with the same density. There would be no need to go through so much trouble, a minefield would be enough.

"Let's go." It was impossible to sneak in. The Trinity Sect was not good at stealth. The third level of the Reverse Life was brighter than a searchlight with 100,000 lumens. If he dared to go in, three or five hundred pills covering his face would only be a greeting.

But as soon as He Songling moved, a loud eagle cry was heard above his head.

(End of this chapter)