After leaving Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang hid alone in the wild until dawn.
The Criminal Investigation Department indeed sent people out to hunt for him, with great fanfare. But as long as Zhuangdu doesn't send people over, it doesn't count as taking this matter seriously.
Jiang Wang was able to relax because of this.
Aunt Song saved him, which was the reason why he agreed to his father's continued marriage. Aunt Song is Jiang Anan's biological mother, which is enough to make Jiang Wang forgive him a lot.
Forced to kill Lin Zhengli, the resentment of the past was dissipated. He didn't know whether Aunt Song would be able to rest in peace, but he had promised An An that he would give her an explanation, and now it was complete.
Although Jiang Anan may not yet know why her mother can never write to her again.
In the Lin clan, Jiang Wang also admitted that he had indeed underestimated Lin Zhengren. Even though he was overwhelmed by strength, Lin Zhengren found a chance to escape.
Throughout the review process, there are gains and losses.
People like Lin Zhengren are able to seize any small opportunity. Jiang Wang warned himself that if he faced Lin Zhengren in the future, he could no longer look down upon him.
Jiang Wang has never been a perfect character, he will make mistakes and be careless, but he has never lacked introspection, and he has also grown up from setbacks.
After making sure that Du Ruhui was not disturbed, Jiang Wang never thought of returning to Wangjiang City. People like Lin Zhengren knew that they would never be given another chance and would definitely hide in the National Highway Courtyard and not be able to get out.
All I can say is that I will look for opportunities in the future.
Moreover, although Lin Zhengren is cautious and tolerant and has a terrible character, he is not strong enough after all. As long as Jiang Wang maintains his cultivation speed, once the gap in strength widens to a certain extent, he will naturally be able to crush the plan.
More importantly, during this trip to Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang concealed his identity throughout the entire trip, so no one expected to know who he was. Even if Lin Zhengren wanted to take revenge in the future, he would probably have no choice but to approach Zhang Linchuan.
Returning to the outside of Maplewood City, Xiang Qian was still sleeping soundly under the Living Monument. There was an illusory sword shadow that appeared and disappeared, and Jiang Wang knew that it was the flying sword that was moving forward to protect its master.
This is a training related to the Taoist heart. When he wakes up, his path may be decided here.
Jiang Wang did not disturb him. He found a place not far away and sat down. He stared at Maplewood City for a while before closing his eyes and entering the illusory realm of Taixu.
Having obtained the Kuchiki Jue, he now needs to accumulate more skills for deduction. Therefore, in the next match on the Sword Forum, he will have no reservations except for magical powers.
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Time is sometimes the least worth mentioning thing.
Because you can't remember it clearly.
There is no sunset or moonrise, and you cannot see the stars in the sky when you look up.
There was fog everywhere, cold and gloomy fog.
The mist of the underworld envelopes the world of the underworld, and the gaps between yin and yang are filled with helpless corpses.
Ling He couldn't remember how many days he lived in this dark world. He only remembered how many people he had buried.
He must remember, because no one can remember except him.
In the past...
Time here cannot be specified at all, it can only be a rough concept. A while ago, a long time ago...
So "the time before" should be a while ago.
He was eating at that time.
Everyone in Maplewood City was dead, and there was still a lot of food left, but due to the Netherworld Fog, it was basically impossible to eat any more.
Linghe has a way. As long as he controls the black and yellow energy in Tongtian and carefully cleanses it, the food will return to its original appearance.
But now he doesn't actually need to eat.
He just wants to maintain his life as a "human" in this world.
Eat to prove that he is still alive.
It proves that there are still people alive in Maplewood City.
Sometimes life is in vain, but there are still people who live in vain.
While Ling He was eating, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he felt warm in his heart, as if he was being comforted by something.
He put down his bowl and chopsticks and couldn't help but walk in the direction of Mingming.
Walk out of the room, walk out of the courtyard, walk out of Pegasus Lane...
This small courtyard in Pegasus Lane is one of his two current homes. There is another home near the City Lord's Mansion, which is the house where the youngest has been living.
He doesn't need a house, or even a bed, and a house in the dead realm doesn't seem to have any meaning.
But Ling He just felt...
There must be someone living in the home, otherwise it will lose popularity.
He didn't want the home of the third child and the youngest child to remain so silent.
Even if they... are all dead.
So he lived back and forth between the two homes, cooking, washing, cleaning, and living a "normal life."
That feeling of being soothed is nostalgic.
But not long after leaving Pegasus Lane, that feeling disappeared.
Ling He froze in place, feeling a sense of empty loss.
Then turn around and continue "living".
Cooking, washing, cleaning, chanting sutras for salvation, collecting corpses, and annotating sutras.
He does these things over and over again. There is no need for meaning, the meaning lies in the things themselves.
But today, that sudden sense of intimacy appeared again.
At this time, Linghe had just dug a deep pit, and he put a couple who died hugging each other into the grave.
The emotional impulse urged Ling He to search quickly, and he longed for that feeling in his heart - in this dead world caught in the gap between yin and yang, it is difficult for human emotions to appear.
However, he still recited the salvation scriptures seriously and sincerely, and then buried the couple's grave with his own hands.
He must persist in doing things from beginning to end.
After completing the entire burial ceremony, he allowed himself to go towards the feeling in his heart and towards the unknown direction.
This area has no direction.
Although it follows the old urban pattern, it still seems to be able to connect with the previous direction. But Ling He deeply understood that the direction of this world was chaotic, with no north, west, east, west, or south.
But the kind feeling in the heart, the warm feeling belonging to human beings, is like a beacon in the vast universe. No direction is needed, it is the direction.
This time this feeling lasted for a long time.
Linghe kept walking until he reached the end of this area.
He knew early on that this area had an end. The scope of this area is the previous scope of Maple Forest City.
But the so-called end, the so-called border, is not as simple as a wall or a barrier.
If that was a wall, Ling He would have broken through it long ago. If it were a mountain range, Linghe would be able to dig through it sooner or later. But it is just a "boundary".
Existing in reality and illusion at the same time is the same rule as heaven and earth.
Impassable, impassable.
Now, Linghe is at the end of this area, at the end of a certain chaotic direction.
He felt that he was very close to that kind of intimacy.
But he couldn't get any closer.
This is the limit.
What's the reason for that feeling?
Is it a calling?
Or is it a kind of prayer?
Is there someone who wants to bring this area back to the present world?
Linghe couldn't judge.
But he really missed this feeling of belonging to a "human being".
Hopes, expectations, fantasies.
How precious are these words in this dead place, in this human ruin abandoned by the world!
Ling He sat down quietly, leaning on the stubborn boundary between reality and reality, and gently closed his eyes.
This was the first good sleep he had had since the fall of this area.
