Hu Shaomeng died with a weird smile. Jiang Wang took out a photographic stone from his arms, along with a small purse with fine workmanship.
There are five ten-thousand-yuan stones in the purse. Except for one of them, which has lost more than half, the others are full. Converted into ordinary hundred yuan stones, that is the harvest of four hundred and fifty yuan stones.
Jiang Wang took them out and put them into his pocket. Just as he was about to throw away the purse, he glanced at the lower right corner of the purse and saw a word embroidered in it. The calligraphy was long and thin with straight strokes. It was a typical Qi character.
It is impossible to make a living in Qi State without learning Qi characters. Jiang Wang recognized it as the word "prime".
The plain one is white.
Zhu Suyao's word "Su".
Jiang Wang thought for a while 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 perform illusions far beyond his strength must be related to the mirror he is hiding in.
In fact, if Hu You hadn't pointed out that Hu Shaomeng was hiding here, Jiang Wang would have killed Hu Shaomeng, and I'm afraid there would have been more twists and turns.
After confirming that Jiang Wang was determined to kill and was careful not to have any chance of a sneak attack, Hu Shaomeng had decided to give up everything in the Hu family, so he quietly drove the carriage and tried to escape.
Jiang Wang rushed towards him with a decisive sword, and he had to show up to fight.
Because he is hiding in the mirror world, if the mirror is broken, he will also be broken.
Leaping out of the mirror was a helpless choice, but that's why I kept this small mirror.
Just looking at the appearance, there is nothing special about this mirror, but no one will ignore it.
Jiang Wang believed that this mirror was his biggest gain, but it only had a magical effect and needed to be studied further.
Entering the Hu's courtyard, Jiang Wang planned to fulfill his promise to obtain Baoguang Jue.
After pointing out the hiding place of Hu Shaomeng's body, Hu You seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength.
Jiang Wang killed Hu Shaomeng not far from the door.
Hu You didn't even take a look.
The first wife has been dead for many years, and the subsequent woman, although her identity has not yet been determined, is already a harmonious continuation of the harp in her heart.
But he was killed by his own son.
Because of the incident that killed his wife, 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, and he admits them. But……
He would think so. The woman he loved, what was wrong with her?
She had followed him for so many years without any name or distinction. She was obviously in love with him, but she could only do it secretly, like an affair!
She was so aggrieved and tolerant.
But she still has to be insulted by her own son, who calls her a bitch when she opens her mouth, and a whore when she shuts her mouth.
In the end, he even palmed her to death.
From beginning to end, in Hu Shaomeng's eyes, who is his father?
He killed his first wife.
His son killed his second wife!
In the end, he personally showed the enemy the way and asked him to kill his son.
Such a human tragedy turned Hu You into a living "corpse".
He still had a lingering breath, but he no longer had the meaning and joy of living.
It wasn't until Jiang Wang's boots appeared in front of him that Hu You opened his mouth.
Kong opened his mouth twice and finally said in a hoarse voice: "Shao Meng 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 Taoist heart has collapsed, and all his cultivation has been wiped out. Worse than ordinary old people.
He raised his head tremblingly: "What...what?"
Jiang Wangdaoyuan poured into the image stone, and a scene appeared in mid-air——
She was a woman in her mid-teens. Although the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were obvious, she still had charm.
Jiang Wang didn't recognize this woman, but he could guess who it was from the sudden ripples in Hu You's eyes.
She has no clothes on.
Wrapped around another man like a snake.
The man was strange, but he was not Hu You.
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, right?"
"Are you crazy or am I crazy?" The woman's voice said: "How could I love such a fat and ugly old thing? Please let me go back quickly. I have been disgusted for so many years. When will I stop?"
"Almost...almost. Waiting for Master Xi..."
In the picture, Hu Shaomeng has been sitting on a chair next to the bed with a smile on his face.
Apparently, due to the cover of illusion, the man and woman on the bed never noticed him.
Hearing this, Hu Shaomeng slapped him down, and the two died in 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 chess piece played by Xi Zichubu.
The two most promising young monks in Jiacheng have been competing for many years and are wary of each other.
Just like the manpower deployed by Hu Shaomeng in Jiacheng, Xi 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: "Did you hear and see clearly? If not, you can read it a few more times."
He smiled so happily that he shed tears: "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 tangled together like a ball of thread. It didn't look like an expression that humans could make.
Extreme pain and regret conflict.
There were no tears left in the old eyes, but drops of blood were dripping down one after another.
I don’t know who I’m crying for.
Jiang Wang, who watched the whole scene silently, felt unspeakable in his heart.
He finally understood what Hu Shaomeng's weird smile meant before he died.
He doesn't want Hu You to die, because he wants Hu You to live worse than death.
The snowy night when his mother froze to death had already determined his life.
For the rest of his life, he could no longer believe in human feelings.
He has been torturing Hu You and himself all his life.
And this picture stone, which Hu You tried his best to see before his death.
This is Hu Shaomeng's final revenge.
…
Jiang Wang put away the image stone, turned around and walked out.
A "bang" was heard behind him.
Without looking back, he knew that Hu You had crashed into the wall and died.
He could have stopped it, but he didn't.
Everyone has their own choice.
And, who says that living is better than dying?
…
The separation of life and death does not only happen in the Hu family.
The suffering in this world is never unique to anyone.
Death is the only way through the ages.
It’s about those people who still have attachment to the world.
Since ancient times, in order to combat the fear of "death", creatures in the world have developed many methods.
For example, killing emotions and nature directly eradicates fear.
For example, things "after death" develop during "lifetime".
Regardless of the nature of those methods, in terms of performance.
For some people, death is not a terrible thing.
…
This is a majestic palace with green carvings and jade, and bright lampposts.
The orbs are the sun and the moon, and the pearls are the stars.
This is an underground palace.
The vents are cleverly hidden and difficult to spot without a diagram of the underground palace structure.
The hall is empty.
At this time, sitting on the huge dragon chair was a man with an alienated temperament and an expressionless face.
It seemed like he had been sitting there for a long time, and it seemed like he would sit there forever.
When he once lived in Maplewood City, he had a name.
His name is Wang Changji.
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