Hu Shaomeng died with a weird smile on his face. 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 to ordinary Hundred Yuan Stones, that is a harvest of 450 Dao 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.
To make a living in Qi State, it is impossible not to learn Qi characters. Jiang Wang recognized that this is a "Su" character.
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 cannot be missed. Hu Shaomeng's ability to condense such real illusions 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 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 no choice but 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 further study.
Walking into 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 outside the door.
Hu You didn't even take a look.
The first wife has been dead for many years, and the woman who came after her, 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 this way. The woman he loves, what is wrong with her?
She had followed him for so many years without any name or status. 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 whore when she opens her mouth, and a whore when she shuts her mouth.
In the end, he even slapped 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!
Finally, 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 uttered 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. He is even worse than an ordinary old man.
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's body 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 don't really fall in love with that old guy, do you?"
"Are you crazy or am I crazy?" The woman's voice said: "How could I love such a fat and ugly old thing? Let me go back quickly. I have been disgusted for so many years. When will I stop?"
"It's almost...it's almost here. 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-up of illusion, the man and woman on the bed never noticed him.
Hearing this, Hu Shaomeng slapped him down, and the two of them died in the same bed.
Their conversation ends here.
These are enough.
It turns out that the woman Hu You loved, the woman he regarded as his wife, was a chess piece played by Xi Zichubu.
The two young monks with the greatest potential in the Jiacheng area have been entangled in competition 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: "Listen clearly, do you see it 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.
The old eyes could no longer shed tears, and instead, 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 his death.
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 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 was something that Hu You tried his best to see before his death.
This is Hu Shaomeng's final revenge.
…
Jiang Wang put away the photo stone, turned around and walked out.
A "bang" was heard behind me.
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, "before death" things develop "after death".
Regardless of the nature of those methods, judging from the performance.
For some people, death is not a terrible thing.
…
This is a majestic and majestic palace, with jade and green carvings, 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 find without a structural diagram of the underground palace.
The main 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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