Zhang Yong looked at Jiang Wang again, looking at Jiang Wang with his sad eyes: "Maybe I should kill you in the state of destruction. At this moment, it may be the best choice... but I don't want to kill you.
."
He then smiled sadly: "Maybe I can't kill you. My eyes just told me... you have very terrifying magical powers."
His eyes at this time looked ordinary, nothing special at all.
But Jiang Wang has already seen his pupil skills, and knows how terrifying it is. The night that took away everything, the night that took away the sword of the famous man...
“You and Cui Zhu are indeed in the same group,” Jiang Wang said.
By this time, the same disintegration state was enough to explain everything.
"Cui Zhu..." Zhang Yong murmured, looked at Jiang Wang and said, "Jiang Wang, you are also from a small country. You should understand me."
"You ask me why."
“Why do you say?”
He asked: "We are also sons, daughters, fathers, and mothers. Why do we have to die in the mountains, fields, and roadsides?
Why do our citizens live in dire straits and in constant fear of ferocious beasts?
Why can people in Qi be so happy and ordinary people can go for an outing in the countryside?”
Why are our soldiers fighting bloody battles but unable to defend the resources we deserve?
Why do we pay so much, but most of the gains have to be taken away by powerful countries?
Why no matter how hard we try, no matter what we do, no matter how much we pay! We can’t see hope or the future?!”
Jiang Wang suddenly thought of Yang Country.
Thinking of the gray-haired veteran Ji Cheng.
A veteran with gray hair, how many lives and deaths has he seen?
The Tianxiong Ji family, from male to female, and from young to old, all died in battle, but they were unable to save the fate of the motherland.
He thought of Sanshan City again.
Thinking of those people who shed blood on Yuheng Peak, thinking of Dou Yuemei cutting off his own path, opening five mansions in a row, having the magical power to move mountains, but still holding the mountain, helpless!
Of course he also remembered the old monster he saw in the pine forest beast nest outside Songtao City in Xu Kingdom.
The beast catalyzes itself into a ferocious beast, and the ferocious beast develops its foundation after being rampant and bloodthirsty.
Then use the living monsters as raw materials to transform them into monsters, thereby harvesting one pulse-opening pill after another.
The background color of Kaimai Dan is bloody.
The strong country captures the demon clan, assigned to the small country. The small country establishes the beast nest, refined the veins, and the tribute to the power of the country. Through this system, the strong country firmly controls the growth of the small country ...
Jiang Wang knows these things.
Jiang Wang witnessed all that with his own eyes. He had already seen a lot of truth about Kaimai Dan, but he couldn't answer Zhang Yong... why!
So he could only ask: "Which country are you from?"
“It doesn’t matter which country I am from. What matters is...”
Zhang Yong said bitterly: "We want Jiang Shuna Dufu to know,
Some people have always hated him. There will always be people who hate him.
He will not be able to sleep peacefully as long as he lives.
Let him live forever and not be able to truly trust anyone!
So Cui Zhu fought to the death once, so I!”
He did not say any more.
His hands have disappeared and his legs have fallen apart.
Jiang Wang was silent.
And Zhang Yong looked at him and said: "Jiang Wang, you are different from those people. I know. You are different from them."
His ears are gone too, but his eyes look at Jiang Wang with a look that longs for recognition.
His mouth said: "This world should not be like this."
Then the mouth also disappeared.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside.
First came the voice of the guard: "Who is making noise in the Ancestral Temple?"
Followed by a hurried voice: "The Capital Inspection Office is ordered to handle the case! Get out of the way!"
Although Jiang Wang had already dissipated the voice-hearing fairy state at this time, he still quickly captured the information about the voice.
There were fourteen people in the group who chased into the Ancestral Temple.
And the urgent voice of the leader was an acquaintance who had been in contact with him before. He was Ma Xiong, the fourth-grade Qingpai head catcher, who had once faced off against the King of Rogue Officials with the punishment of Dapi.
It is the green team!
Almost as soon as the previous voice had finished, the sound of the wind came closer to my ears.
Before he could finish speaking, Ma Xiong had already taken the lead and rushed to the Protector's Hall, rushing to the ancestral hall of the Nine Returned Marquises.
At this time, Zhang Yong disintegrated and only had one pair of eyes left. With his remaining eyes, he glanced outside the ancestral hall.
That look was sarcastic.
But the eyes also disappeared.
He had the power to strike in this disintegrated state, but he did not use it against Jiang Wang. If Ma Xiong had taken a step earlier, he might have been able to leave something behind, but he could no longer continue at this moment.
There is no need to continue.
Jiang Wang didn’t think clearly about what the sarcasm in Zhang Yong’s eyes at the end meant.
But at the moment when his eyes disappear.
He suddenly figured out what the familiar feeling he saw from Zhang Yong a long time ago was...
It was the desolation of the mountains and rivers that he felt deeply, the wandering feeling of being away from home and having no branches to rely on, and the pain of the broken home that made him burst into tears.
As Zhang Yong said, he was not using pupil skills to control Jiang Wang, but to arouse Jiang Wang's inner emotions, including empathy, pity, and familiarity...
Therefore...Zhang Yong, like him, is a homeless person and a bereaved guest.
Now with the death of Zhang Yong, the effect of pupil technique has also disappeared.
That’s why Jiang Wang was able to think about some things more clearly.
Zhang Yong is here today, indeed not to wait for him. He just happened to meet him.
So why did Zhang Yong come here?
Just come to worship the ancestors simply because you have taken the identity of "Zhang Yong"?
Wrong.
Jiang Wang suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood—Zhang Yong died after disintegrating his flesh and blood, so there shouldn't be a smell of blood.
Wrong...
The smell of blood has always been there, but it was covered up by Zhang Yong's pupil technique before.
Jiang Wang suddenly raised his head and looked at the statue of Jiu Huihou.
And Ma Xiong, who is better at handling cases and investigating, has already stepped forward quickly and ripped off the purple robe from Jiu Huihou!
So everyone who entered the ancestral temple saw what Zhang Yong left behind before his death.
That is an accusation written with blood as ink on the statue of Jiuhui Hou.
That was a poem that impressed Jiang Wang deeply.
The blood book says——
“Even if you die, you will be rich and noble, and you will sacrifice your life for the country to become an unknown general!”
“The world praises Shimen Li, but who else knows about Fengxian Zhang?”
That is a poem written by Mo Ya, a great scholar of Qingya Academy.
That great Confucian had a jealous temper. He would scold whomever he wanted and would never show mercy.
The first time Jiang Wang heard it, Xu Xiangqian stood up for Zhang Yong when he saw injustice, and recited it to mock Gao Jing of the Jinghai Gao family.
Although this poem is ruthless, it is not a big deal.
Mo Ya himself did not need to make a living in the Qi State, and it was impossible for the Emperor of Qi to send people to hunt down Mo Ya just for such a poem. There were too many crazy things in the world.
Moreover, the world is so vast, and power will eventually come to an end. Even a farmer in the countryside of Chu State did not dare to encounter the bad luck of the ruffians in the village, but he still dared to scold Emperor Qin for three days and three nights.
So a satirical poem is really nothing.
The only thing is...
This poem was written in blood on the statue of Jiuhui Hou.
The person who wrote this poem is the last bloodline of Jiuhuihou!
Thanks to leader zj1998 for the reward from another leader!