Hu Shaomeng died with a strange smile on his face. Jiang Wang took out a photographic stone from his chest and a small pouch with fine craftsmanship.
The pouch contained five ten thousand primeval stones. Apart from one of the primeval stones, the rest were full. If converted to normal primeval stones, it would be 450 Dao Primeval Stones.
Jiang Wang took them out and put them in his pocket. Just as he was about to throw the pouch away, he saw a character embroidered on the bottom right corner of the pouch. The character was slender and the strokes were thin and straight. It was a typical Qi character.
It was impossible not to learn Qi characters in order to make a living in Qi. Jiang Wang recognized that it was the character "Su".
Su, Bai.
Zhu Su Yao's character "Su".
Jiang Wang thought for a bit and put it away.
Of course, he would not miss the mirror in the carriage. The fact that Hu Shaomeng was able to create such a realistic illusion and perform illusions that far exceeded his own strength was definitely related to the mirror he was hiding in.
In fact, if Hu You did not point out where Hu Shaomeng was hiding, Jiang Wang would have to go through a lot of trouble to kill Hu Shaomeng.
After confirming that Jiang Wang was determined to kill him and was cautious, Hu Shaomeng decided to give up everything in the Hu family. He quietly drove the carriage and wanted to escape.
Jiang Wang's sword rushed over. He had no choice but to appear and meet the attack.
Because he was hiding in the mirror world, if the mirror broke, he would break as well.
He had no choice but to jump out of the mirror, but he also kept the small mirror.
Looking at its appearance, there was nothing special about the mirror, but no one would ignore it.
Jiang Wang believed that this mirror was his biggest gain. However, he still needed to research its uses.
Walking into the Hu family's courtyard, Jiang Wang planned to fulfill his promise to obtain the Treasure Light Chant.
After pointing out where Hu Shaomeng was hiding, Hu You seemed to have lost his last bit of strength.
Jiang Wang killed Hu Shaomeng not far from the door.
Hu You did not even look at it.
His wife had died many years ago. Although he did not confirm his wife's status, he already thought of her as his second wife.
However, he was killed by his own son.
Because he had caused the death of his first wife, Hu You had been unable to raise his head for so many years. A father lived like a grandson in front of his son.
These were all sins that he had committed, and he admitted it. But …
He would think so. What did the woman he loved do wrong?
She had followed him for so many years without a proper status. They were clearly in love with each other, but she could only sneak around like they were having an affair!
She was so aggrieved and so forbearing.
Yet, she had to be insulted by her own son. He called her a whore when he opened his mouth and a whore when he closed his mouth.
In the end, he even killed her directly.
From the beginning to the end, in Hu Shaomeng's eyes, what was his father?
He had killed his first wife.
His son had killed his second wife!
In the end, he personally led the way for his enemy to kill his son.
Such a tragedy turned Hu You into a living "corpse".
He was still breathing, but he no longer had the meaning and joy of living.
It was not until Jiang Wang's boots appeared in front of him that Hu You opened his mouth.
After opening his mouth twice, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "Is Shaomeng dead?"
Jiang Wang looked at the old man who had given up on hope. "He has something to show you."
Hu You was originally an extraordinary cultivator. Now that his Dao heart had collapsed, his life's cultivation had completely disappeared. He was even worse than an ordinary old man.
He raised his head tremblingly. "Wh … at?"
Jiang Wang poured his Dao essence into the image-retaining stone, and a scene appeared in mid-air —
It was a middle-aged woman. Although the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were already obvious, she still had a charm.
Jiang Wang did not know this woman, but from Hu You's eyes that suddenly rippled, he could guess who she was.
She was not wearing clothes.
She was wrapped around another man's body like a snake.
That man was very unfamiliar, but he was not Hu You.
The man's somewhat rough voice came from the image-retaining stone. "It's been so long. Don't tell me you really fell in love with that old guy?"
"Are you crazy or am I crazy?" The woman's voice. "How could I fall in love with such a fat and ugly old thing? Hurry up and let me go back. I've been disgusted for so many years. When will it end? "
"Soon … soon. Wait for Young Master Xi … "
In the scene, Hu Shaomeng was sitting on a chair beside the bed with a smile on his face the entire time.
From the looks of it, due to the concealment of the illusion technique, the man and woman on the bed had never discovered him.
Hearing this, Hu Shaomeng's palm came down, and the two of them died together on the bed.
Their conversation ended here.
This was already enough.
So it was the woman Hu You loved. The woman he regarded as his wife was a chess piece arranged by Xi Zichu.
The two young cultivators with the most potential in Jia City had been entangled with each other for many years and were on guard against each other.
Just like Hu Shaomeng's men in Jia City, Xi Zichu took a step closer and stuffed her next to Hu You's pillow.
In the scene, Hu Shaomeng finally smiled and faced the image-retaining stone. "Did you hear and see clearly? If not, you can watch it a few more times. "
He smiled very happily, so much so that tears flowed down. "You'll definitely like this present, my dear old father."
The light screen disappeared.
Hu You's entire old face wrinkled up, the wrinkles tangling together like a ball of thread. It didn't seem like an expression a human could make.
Extreme pain and regret clashed.
There were already no more tears in his old eyes. Unexpectedly, beads of blood dripped down, connecting to each other.
It was unknown who he was crying for.
Jiang Wang, who silently watched the entire scene from the sidelines, had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
He finally understood what Hu Shaomeng's strange smile before his death meant.
He didn't want Hu You to die, because he wanted Hu You to live a life worse than death.
That snowy night when his mother froze to death had already decided his life.
He could no longer believe in human emotions in his entire life.
He had tortured Hu You his entire life, torturing himself.
And this image-retaining stone, which he did everything he could to let Hu You see before his death.
This was Hu Shaomeng's final revenge.
… …
Jiang Wang put away the image-retaining stone and turned to leave.
Behind him, he heard a "bang" sound.
He didn't need to turn his head to know that Hu You had crashed into the wall and died.
He could have stopped him, but he didn't.
Everyone had their own choices.
Moreover, who said that living was better than dying?
… …
Separation of life and death didn't only happen in the Hu family.
The suffering in this world was never exclusively suffered by one person.
Throughout the ages, the only difficult thing was death.
It referred to those who still had sentimental attachments to the world.
Since ancient times, in order to resist the fear of "death", the world's creatures had developed many methods.
For example, cutting off emotions and eradicating fear directly.
For example, developing things "after death" while "alive".
No matter what the nature of these methods was, judging from their performance.
For some people, death really wasn't a terrible thing.
… …
This was a grand and magnificent palace, carved with emerald and jade, and illuminated by lamp posts.
The treasure ball was the sun and the moon, and the pearl was the star.
This was an underground palace.
The vent was cleverly hidden. Without the map of the underground palace, it would be very difficult to find.
The main hall was empty.
At this time, on the huge dragon throne, a man with an alienated temperament and an expressionless face was sitting.
He seemed to have been sitting there for a long time, but also seemed to be sitting there forever.
When he used to live in Maplewood City, he had a name.
He was called Wang Zhangxiang.
… …
… …
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