Zhang Yong then looked at Jiang Wang, using his sorrowful eyes to look at Jiang Wang. "Maybe I should kill you while I'm in my Annihilation state. Right now, that might be the best choice … but I don't want to kill you. "
He then laughed sorrowfully. "Maybe I can't kill you either. Just now, my eyes told me … that you have a terrifying divine ability. "
At this moment, his eyes looked very ordinary. There was nothing special about them.
However, Jiang Wang had already seen his eye technique and knew how terrifying it was. The night that took away everything, the night that took away the famous scholar's sword …
"So you're with Cui Ju." Jiang Wang said.
At this moment, the same state of disintegration was enough to explain everything.
"Cui Ju …" Zhang Yong muttered, looking at Jiang Wang. "Jiang Wang, you're also from a small country. You should know what I mean. "
"You asked me why."
"You asked why?"
He asked, "We're sons, daughters, fathers, and mothers. Why do we have to die in the mountains, in the fields, and on the roadside?
Why do our citizens have to live in fear of Vicious Beasts at all times?
Why can the people of Qi be so happy, and why can ordinary people go hiking in the countryside? "
Why can't our soldiers protect the resources we deserve even though they're bathed in blood?
Why can't we give up so much, but most of our gains are taken away by powerful countries?
Why can't we see any hope no matter how hard we work, no matter what we do, no matter how much we sacrifice? Why can't we see any hope or future?! "
Jiang Wang suddenly thought of the Yang Country.
He thought of the white-haired old general Ji Cheng.
How many deaths had the old general seen?
The entire Ji Clan, from men to women, from young to old, had died in battle, but they still couldn't save their country from its fate of destruction.
He thought of Tri-Mountain City.
He thought of the people who died on Alioth Peak, and Dou Yuemei who cut off her own path of cultivation, opened five palaces, and had the ability to move mountains, but still couldn't do anything to that mountain!
Of course, he also remembered the old demon he saw in the Pine Forest Beast Nest outside Songtao City of the Xu Country.
Wild beasts were transformed into Vicious Beasts, and Vicious Beasts were nurtured into a foundation after bloodthirstiness.
After that, he would use living demons as raw materials to turn them into demon beasts and harvest Meridian Unlocking Pills.
The base color of the Meridian Unlocking Elixir was blood.
The stronger countries captured demons and distributed them to the smaller countries. Small countries built beast nests, refined Meridian Unlocking Pills, and offered them to strong countries. Through this system, the strong countries firmly controlled the growth of the small countries …
Jiang Wang knew about this.
Jiang Wang had witnessed everything with his own eyes. He had already seen many truths regarding the Meridian Unlocking Elixir, but he could not answer Zhang Yong … Why!
Therefore, he could only ask, "Which country are you from?"
"It doesn't matter which country I'm from. The important thing is … "
Zhang Yong said hatefully, "We have to let Jiang Shu know.
Someone had always hated him. There will always be people who hate him.
So that he would not be able to sleep in peace for the rest of his life.
So that he would never be able to truly trust anyone!
That's why Cui Ju risked his life for me! "
He didn't continue.
His hands had already disappeared, and his legs had already collapsed.
Jiang Wang was silent.
Zhang Yong looked at him and said, "Jiang Wang, you are different from those people. I know that. You are different from them. "
His ears were also gone, but his eyes were looking at Jiang Wang. It was a gaze that yearned for recognition.
His mouth said, "This world shouldn't be like this."
Then his mouth also disappeared.
At this moment, there was suddenly a noise outside.
First, it was the voice of the imperial guard. "Who is making a ruckus in the Imperial Ancestral Temple?"
Then there was a hurried voice. "The Capital Inspection Office is handling a case by decree! Get out of the way! "
Although Jiang Wang had already dispersed his immortal state, he still quickly caught the information of the voice.
There were a total of fourteen people who had chased into the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
And the hurried voice of the leader was a familiar person he had met before. It was the fourth-rank Blue Medal Arrester Ma Xiong, who had once fought the Coroner Wang with the punishment of the Great Pi.
It was a Blue Medal team!
Almost as soon as the voice fell, the sound of the wind approached his ears.
Before the voice had finished, Ma Xiong had already taken the lead and charged into the Guardian Palace, into the Ninth Return Marquis's Ancestral Temple.
At this time, Zhang Yong had collapsed to the point where only his eyes remained. He used his remaining eyes to glance outside the Ancestral Temple.
That glance was filled with mockery.
But his eyes had also disappeared.
In this state of collapse, he had the power to strike once, but he didn't use it to deal with Jiang Wang. If Ma Xiong had come a step earlier, he might have been able to leave something behind, but now he couldn't continue.
There was no need to continue.
Jiang Wang didn't understand what the mockery in Zhang Yong's eyes meant.
However, at the moment his eyes disappeared, Ye Zichen's eyes disappeared.
He suddenly understood what that familiar feeling he had seen from Zhang Yong a long time ago was … …
It was the desolation of mountains and rivers that he had felt himself, the hesitation of leaving his home without a branch to rely on, the pain of his home being destroyed that made him cry.
Just as Zhang Yong said, he wasn't using eye techniques to control Jiang Wang, but to stir up the emotions in Jiang Wang's heart. Including empathy, pity, and familiarity … …
Therefore … … Zhang Yong was like him, a person who had lost his home, a guest who had lost his home.
Now, with Zhang Yong's death, the effect of eye techniques had disappeared.
So Jiang Wang was able to think about some things more clearly.
Today, Zhang Yong was here, indeed, not to wait for him. He just happened to come at the right time.
Then why did Zhang Yong come here?
Was it purely because he had occupied the identity of "Zhang Yong", so he came to pay respects to the ancestors?
No.
Jiang Wang suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood — — Zhang Yong had died from the collapse of his flesh, blood, and soul. There shouldn't be the smell of blood.
No … …
The smell of blood had always been there, but it had been covered up by Zhang Yong's eye technique before.
Jiang Wang suddenly raised his head and looked at the statue of Lord Nine Returns.
And Ma Xiong, who was better at handling cases and investigating, had already stepped forward and pulled off the purple robe on Lord Nine Returns' body!
So everyone who entered the Ancestral Temple saw what Zhang Yong had left behind before he died.
It was an accusation written on the statue of Lord Nine Returns with blood as ink.
It was a poem that had left a deep impression on Jiang Wang.
The words written in blood — —
"Lingering on the rich and powerful even in death, sacrificing himself to the country without a famous general!"
"The world praises Shi Men Li, who knows Feng Xian Zhang?"
That was a poem written by the great scholar of Green Cliff Academy, Mo Ya.
That great scholar had a personality that abhorred evil. He would scold whoever he wanted and never showed mercy.
The first time Jiang Wang heard it, it was when Xu Xiang stood up for Zhang Yong and read it to mock Gao Jing of the Gao family of Jinghai.
Speaking of which, although this poem was merciless, it wasn't a big deal.
Mo Ya himself didn't need to make a living in Qi, and the Qi emperor wouldn't send people to kill Mo Ya just because of this poem. There were many arrogant people in the world.
And the world was so vast, there would be an end to power. Even if a farmer in the countryside of Chu didn't dare to offend the local ruffians, he still dared to scold the Qin emperor for three days and three nights.
So a satirical poem wasn't a big deal.
The only thing was … …
This poem was written in blood on the statue of Lord Nine Returns.
And the person who wrote this poem was the last descendant of Lord Nine Returns!
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