He didn't die.
This was Sasaki Kiyomasa's first thought when he woke up.
After the explosion, the attack, and the merciless attack, he was still alive? Was he merciful? No, it should be said that compared to killing him, he wanted to put the blame on him …
In the ward in the cage, in the monotonous rhythm of the mechanical heart, Sasaki opened his eyes and saw the cold light of the incandescent lamp above his head.
"The wounds have been bandaged. The damage to the lungs and liver needs to be nursed for a while, but it's not a big problem. Excessive blood loss is not a big problem for an Ascendant. You just need to lie down for a while. "
Behind the blue curtain, there was an old figure sitting upright.
He didn't care about the patient's body, smoking a pipe. He didn't know how long he had been smoking, but the whole cage was filled with smoke. The humming exhaust fan was spinning rapidly, but the pungent smell still made Sasaki cough.
He looked down in silence, saw his almost broken body that was pieced together again, and finally saw his right leg, as well as the brace and plaster installed on it.
"My leg, what happened?" He asked.
Before he fainted, he didn't remember having such a scar.
"I broke it myself." The old man outside the curtain said, "To be on the safe side."
"You really took a lot of trouble, Inujiang."
Sasaki smiled indifferently and closed his eyes.
The mockery didn't make Inujiang angry. The old man just casually knocked the pipe on the table. After knocking out the ash, he put in a pot of tobacco, carefully pressed it, and lit it again.
"This is for your own good." He said.
Sasaki didn't speak.
"Don't worry about Zatoichi. That guy is much more cunning than you. He has already escaped." Inujiang said, "The blind man used stun bombs. It's really beyond my expectations."
Sasaki's fingers contracted slightly, but there was no response.
What else was there to say?
He jumped into a trap.
From the beginning to the end, it was an ambush for him.
He was outnumbered, but he was also captured and accused of being a murderer. Even if he died, he couldn't be innocent. It was like a joke.
"Since you've already left, why bother coming back?
Quan Jiang sighed softly, "I heard that you're doing well in the Ivory Tower. You have a new job and a new life. You shouldn't have come back …"
"You shouldn't have exposed yourself when you killed Riken Bushido, right?"
Sasaki suddenly raised his eyes, and a sharp breath suddenly rose from his rough and haggard appearance, like a samurai holding the hilt of a sword, coldly questioning.
Quan Jiang didn't say anything as he silently smoked his pipe.
He didn't deny it.
He was the one who killed Rijian Bushido with his own hands …
That night, the one who did it was not Murderous Demon, but Quan Jiang.
Sasaki, who had once received Inu Jiang's guidance on swordsmanship, saw this scene clearly when he traced it back.
"After so many years, Inujiang Executive, you still haven't changed the habit of Xue Zhen and Can Xin." Sasaki asked softly, "Why? Or, did you … do it on purpose? "
Why did you disguise yourself as a murderous demon to kill him?
Quan Jiang didn't speak.
But Sasaki pressed on step by step and raised his voice, "Because Riken Bushido knows who the real murderous demon is, right?! Once he says it and is used by someone with bad intentions, the Riken Family will be completely defeated … because the murderous demon is hiding in the Riken Family! "
"No, I'm the murderous demon. You guessed wrong, Sasaki."
The old man behind the curtain knocked the pipe in his hand. After knocking off the last ash, he slowly got up and bowed, "I'm sorry for framing you."
"I fell into the evil path and indulged in the pleasure of killing people. When people get old, they will feel the decline of their strength. Unwilling to be old, I chose to drink blood and live again to maintain my vitality. "
He calmly said, "Please rest assured that after the matter is over, I will surrender myself to Luming Hall, plead for Caesarean, and clear your name. Before that, please have a good rest. Soon everything will be settled. "
In this way, after taking a few steps back, he turned and left without any reluctance.
"What kind of bullshit reason is this!"
But the man who was bound to the hospital bed was not happy because he could wash away the injustice. Instead, he flew into a rage and roared, "Quan Jiang! Quan Jiang! What the hell are you doing! "
"I'm doing the right thing."
Quan Jiang replied without turning his head, "Doing what a samurai should do … In this way, the Riken Family will be preserved."
"Is the preserved thing really the original Riken Family?!"
Sasaki struggled with all his might, regardless of the wound bursting open and the blood spreading. "Such shameless boasting, you old man, do you really know how to write the word shame?! Are you worthy of the Riken Family's trust in you?! "
Quan Jiang's footsteps paused for a moment, and then he said indifferently, "You and I are both samurai. You should know the importance of kindness. Don't take it for granted to judge others with the thinking of a wild dog. "
"A wild dog also knows right and wrong!"
Quan Jiang was silent for a moment and was amused.
He shook his head indifferently.
He was conscious of how ridiculous the argument was.
"It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. As long as the Riken Family can survive, as long as it can be maintained, it's fine … even if it's just an empty shell, I can go to Lord Zhong Zang to receive punishment after I die. "
The hunchbacked old man took one last look at him and tiredly said, "That's all I can do."
He didn't care about the angry roar behind him.
He closed the door.
"Watch him."
Finally, he said to the supervisor, "If he acts rashly, there's no harm in killing him."
The supervisor nodded indifferently.
Quan Jiang didn't look back. He went straight up, passed through layers of defense, and saw Jiaoshan waiting at the door.
"Where is he?" He asked.
"He's already here." Jiaoshan said, "He's waiting for you."
Quan Jiang nodded and walked straight to the heavily guarded quiet room.
He passed through the corridors and doors, and pushed open the last paper door.
He saw the young samurai kneeling under the painting. As if he had already foreseen something, his eyes drooped, and his expression didn't change.
He couldn't see the impulsiveness and impatience that he usually deliberately showed.
He no longer concealed the sinister, fox-like look in his eyes.
"I've made you wait for a long time, Jiu Jing."
Quan Jiang closed the door behind him and sat across from him, "I think you should know why I called you here today."
"Yes, I've made you work hard to remove the traces for me."
The young samurai bowed his head and sat down. He expressed his gratitude to the old man, "I originally thought that a person like me wouldn't be able to hide from an elder like Mister Quan Jiang. It seems that this day came faster than I expected. "
He said, "I am a murderous demon."
Without any concealment, he answered Quan Jiang's question honestly and straightforwardly.
But Quan Jiang didn't feel any anger or sadness. He only felt a deep exhaustion in his numbness.
There were too many waves, too many storms.
There were also too many changes.
Unknowingly, everything had become completely different from the past. It was completely different from what he knew.
But after so many years of being clumsy and sewing, when such a huge hole appeared in front of him, he didn't even feel fear.
Instead, he had the urge to smile bitterly.
This day had finally come.
"… You've done better than you said, Jiu Jing. Better than anyone. Before Bujing escaped, I didn't even suspect you. "
In the silence, he lowered his eyes and sighed softly, almost pleadingly, "Let's stop here, Jiu Jing. There's still a chance to redeem everything."
In the silence, no one spoke again.
In the long silence, the young samurai seemed to be distracted.
He raised his head in a daze and stared at the solemn quiet room in front of him.
For a long time, a long time.
"Mister Quan Jiang."
He said softly, "I have two fathers."
"One of my fathers was a good-for-nothing. He raised me up and thought that he was kind and loved me. He thought that he could obtain power … There was another father who was arrogant and shallow. He turned me into what I am now. He thought that he was generous and thought that he could play everyone in the palm of his hand.
One of them taught me indifference, the other taught me pain. "
"But now, both of my fathers are dead."
He lowered his head and laughed as if he was mocking himself.
"I still remember before my mother died, my biological father was kind and loving. I also remember when my adoptive father ascended the throne, he was full of mettle and wanted to achieve great things. "
"But until the end, they were not able to get happiness. All they got was pain and death. They were not able to fulfill their wishes. Even if they lost everything, even they were changed beyond recognition. "
He said, "Maybe they shouldn't have been born in this family, just like me."
Just like that, the young samurai bowed his head calmly and apologized to the old man in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Mister Quan Jiang. I went against your expectations and trust."
"There's no turning back for me."
"…"
Should he say it was anger or regret?
But Quan Jiang found that he couldn't feel anything. There was only a sense of loss, emptiness, and indescribable sadness. "Such shrewdness, could have been entrusted to the family …"
"No, Mister Quan Jiang, I don't want to see the family."
Jiu Jing said, "I just want to destroy it."
At that moment, the young samurai drew his sword!
But it was too late …
Quan Jiang looked down gloomily and didn't want to look anymore.
The moment he walked into this quiet room, he had already fallen into a tight encirclement. Now, the Eight Canine Warriors of the Rijian family were already lurking outside the quiet room.
As long as Jiu Jing made the slightest move, what awaited him was only death.
In the silence, there was the sound of slashing.
Scarlet spurted out and dyed the calligraphy and paintings on the wall red.
When the turbid blood dripped down again and landed on Quan Jiang's face, he slowly raised his head in a daze and looked at the unharmed Jiu Jing in front of him.
And the five fingers that pierced through his chest … from behind him.
Horn Mountain.
The silent and determined samurai didn't draw his sword. He just raised his five fingers and tore the old man's back with a sharp edge like gold and iron. He took the heart and pierced through the chest.
He slowly tightened his grip.
The weak and vigorous heart fell apart.
"… Horn Mountain, when?" He asked tiredly.
"Since a long time ago, Master Quan Jiang."
The indifferent samurai replied expressionlessly, "Jiu Jing's thoughts are the same as mine. The Rijian family that is struggling at death's door can only bring endless pain, just like what you have always felt …"
When the mixed-race girl who lived a peaceful life at the border was dragged into this ugly conflict, he had already sensed it the moment she was dragged into the conflict.
What kind of hell had the Rijian family that he guarded become.
He said, "It is time to end all of this."
Quan Jiang panted tiredly. He just raised his eyebrows and laughed as if he was mocking himself. He closed his eyes and waited for death to come.
Horn Mountain slowly retracted his hand and took out a handkerchief to wipe away the blood.
Jiu Jing held her sword and walked forward step by step.
"Thank you for your care and sacrifice over the years. The Rijian family failed to meet your expectations. I am very sorry." She slowly raised her sword and pointed it at Quan Jiang's neck. Jiu Jing finally said goodbye, "Please rest."
In that moment, there was a thunderous roar.
Lightning shot out from the nothingness.
Because when Quan Jiang opened his eyes, from his pair of turbid eyes, a brilliant and blazing light shot out.
The old and tired body reversed time at this moment. Ignoring the erosion of time and the entanglement of pain, she pulled out her sword, stepped forward, and slashed!
The dying old lion, in this moment, burst forth with her final ferocity.
The miracle of the Yatsufusa appeared here and disappeared in an instant …
The two crossed each other.
A deep scar appeared on Jiu Jing's face, almost splitting her face into two. But now, the scars were slowly closing up and rapidly recovering to the point of being new.
It was impossible to see how close she was to death.
In the sound of staggering footsteps, the blade in Quan Jiang's hand shattered. Blood spurted out from his chest, taking away the last of his breath.
The old and broken body finally fell, letting out a low sound.
It was like a bubble bursting.
Maybe that was the sound of waking up from a long daydream?
Finally … it was over.
I am sorry, Master Zhong Zang, I am sorry.
I am already … already unable to save … the Rijian family …
He closed his eyes for the last time and prayed silently.
Please, punish me …. "
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