Red Heart Survey

Hu Shaomeng died with a weird smile on his face. Jiang Wang took out a picture stone from his arms, and a small pouch with fine workmanship along with it.

There are five ten-thousand-dollar stones in the purse, except for one of which is more than half worn out, the rest are full. Converted into ordinary hundred yuan stones, that is the harvest of four hundred and fifty dao yuan stones.

Jiang Wang took them out, put them in his pocket, and was about to throw away the purse, when he glanced at the lower right corner of the purse, there was a character embroidered on it. The calligraphy was long and thin, and the strokes were thin and straight, which was the typical characters of Qi State.

To discuss life in Qi State, it is impossible not to learn Qi characters. Jiang Wang recognized that it was a word for "vegetarian".

Plain person, white also.

Zhu Suyao's "Su" character.

Jiang Wang thought about it and put it away together.

Of course, the mirror in the carriage will not be missed. Hu Shaomeng's ability to condense such a real illusion, and his illusion performance far exceeds his strength, must be related to the mirror he hides.

In fact, if Hu You hadn't pointed out that Hu Shaomeng was hiding here, Jiang Wang would have had more twists and turns if he wanted to kill Hu Shaomeng.

After confirming that Jiang Wang was determined to kill and that he was careful that there was no chance of a sneak attack, Hu Shaomeng had already decided to give up everything in the Hu family, so he quietly drove the carriage, hoping to take the opportunity to escape.

Jiang Wang rushed forward with a decisive sword, and he had to show up to fight.

Because he hides in the mirror world, when the mirror is broken, he is also broken.

Jumping out of the mirror is just a helpless choice, but this small mirror is also retained.

Just looking at the appearance, this mirror is not different, but no one will ignore it.

Jiang Wang believes that this mirror is his greatest achievement, and it is just a magical function that needs further research.

Walking into the courtyard of Hu's house, Jiang Wang intends to fulfill his promise of Baoguang Jue.

After pointing out the hiding place of Hu Shaomeng's body, Hu You seemed to let out the last bit of strength.

Jiang Wang killed Hu Shaomeng not far from the door.

Hu You didn't even take a look.

Jiefa's wife has been dead for many years. Although the identity of the later woman has not been determined, she is already a harmonious continuation in her heart.

But he was killed by his own son.

Because of the killing of his wife that year, Hu You has been unable to hold his head up for so many years. A father, in front of his son, lives like a grandson.

These are all his sins, he admits. But……

He would think so. The woman he loved, what was wrong with her?

She has followed him for so many years without a name or distinction, and she is clearly in love with each other, but she can only sneak around, like having an affair!

She was so wronged and forbearing.

But he still has to be insulted by his own son, open his mouth a whore, shut up a whore.

In the end, he even killed her directly.

From the beginning to the end, in Hu Shaomeng's eyes, what exactly is his father?

He killed his own wife.

His son killed his second wife!

In the end, he personally showed the way to the enemy and asked him to kill his son.

Such a human tragedy turned Hu You into a living "corpse".

He still has a lingering breath, but he no longer has the meaning and joy of living.

Hu You didn't open his mouth until Jiang Wang's boots appeared in front of him.

He opened his mouth a few times, and finally let out a hoarse voice: "Shaomeng is dead?"

Jiang Wang looked at the desperate old man: "He has something to show you."

Hu Youben was also an extraordinary monk, but now his Dao heart has collapsed, and all his cultivation has been wiped out. Worse than ordinary old people.

He raised his head tremblingly: "What... what?"

Jiang Wang poured Daoyuan into the photo stone, and a scene appeared in midair——

It was a mid-mature woman. Although the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were already obvious, she still had charm.

Jiang Wang didn't know this woman, but from Hu You's suddenly rippling eyes, he could guess who it was.

She has no clothes on.

Wrapped around another man like a snake.

That man is very strange, but it is not Hu You after all.

A man's rough voice came from the photo stone: "It's been so long, you won't really fall in love with that old guy, will you?"

"Are you crazy or am I crazy?" A woman's voice: "How could I love such a fat and ugly old thing? Hurry up and let me go back, I've been sick for so many years, when will I be big?"

"Soon...soon. Wait for Master Mo..."

In the picture, a smiling Hu Shaomeng has been sitting on a chair beside the bed.

It seemed that due to the cover of the illusion, the couple on the bed never noticed him.

Hearing this, Hu Shaomeng slapped down, and the two died on the same bed.

Their conversation ends here.

These are enough.

It turned out that the woman Hu You loved. The woman he regarded as his wife was a pawn played by Mo Zichubu.

The two young monks with the most potential in the Jiacheng area have competed and entangled for many years, and are wary of each other.

Just like the man Hu Shaomeng planted in Jiacheng, Mo Zichu took a step closer and stuffed the man next to Hu You's pillow.

In the picture, Hu Shaomeng finally smiled and faced the photo stone: "Have you heard and seen clearly? If not, you can read it several times."

He laughed so happily that tears flowed down his face: "You will definitely like this gift, my dear old father."

The light curtain disappears.

Hu You's entire old face was wrinkled, and the wrinkles were entangled together like thread balls, not like the expressions that humans can make.

Excruciating pain conflicts with regret.

Tears could no longer flow from the old eyes, but drops of blood flowed down, connecting each other.

I don't know who we are crying for.

And Jiang Wang, who watched the whole scene silently, felt unspeakable.

He finally understood what Hu Shaomeng's weird smile represented before he died.

He doesn't want Hu You to die, because he wants Hu You to live rather than die.

The snowy night when his mother froze to death had already determined his life.

For the feelings of the world, he can no longer believe in life.

I have been torturing Hu You and myself all my life.

And this photo stone that Hu You tried his best to see before he died.

It was Hu Shaomeng's final revenge.

...

Jiang Wang put away the photo stone, turned and walked out.

A "bang" sound was heard behind him.

You don't need to look back, you know it was Hu You who hit the wall to death.

He could have stopped, but he didn't.

Everyone has their own choice.

And, who said that being alive is better than being dead?

...

The parting of life and death did not only happen in the Hu family.

The suffering in this world is never unique to anyone.

Through the ages, there is only one death.

It is about those who still have nostalgia for the world.

Since ancient times, in order to fight against the fear of "death", the creatures in the world have developed many methods.

For example, killing emotion and destroying nature directly eradicates fear.

For example, "before death" things are developed "after death".

Regardless of the nature of those methods, but in terms of performance.

For some people, death is really not a terrible thing.

...

This is a majestic and magnificent palace, carved with jade and jade, and the lampposts are always bright.

The precious ball is the sun and the moon, and the bright pearl is the stars.

This is an underground palace.

The air vent is cleverly hidden, and it is difficult to find without the structure diagram of the underground palace.

The hall is empty.

At this time, on the huge dragon chair, sat a man with an alienated temperament and an expressionless face.

He seems to have been sitting there for a long time, and it seems that he will sit like this forever.

When he used to live in Maplewood City, he had a name.

His name is Wang Changji.

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