Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies
Chapter 95: Human suffering

Hu Shaomeng died with a strange smile on his face. Jiang Wang took out a leaving image stone from his arms, along with a finely crafted small purse.

The purse contained five million yuan stones, except for one that was more than half damaged, the rest were all full. Converted into ordinary hundred yuan stones, it was a harvest of four hundred and fifty Dao Yuan stones.

Jiang Wang took them out and put them in his pocket. He was about to casually throw away the purse when he glanced at the lower right corner of the purse and saw a character embroidered on it. The writing was long and thin, with fine strokes, it was a typical Qi country script.

Living in the Qi country, it was impossible not to learn the Qi script. Jiang Wang recognized it, it was the character "su".

Su means white.

Zhu Suyao's "su" character.

Jiang Wang thought for a moment and put it away.

The mirror in the carriage, of course, would not be missed. Hu Shaomeng was able to condense such realistic illusions and perform illusion techniques far beyond his actual strength, which must be related to the mirror he was hiding in.

In fact, if it weren't for Hu You pointing out that Hu Shaomeng was hiding here, Jiang Wang would probably have encountered more obstacles in killing Hu Shaomeng.

After confirming that Jiang Wang was determined to kill Hu Shaomeng and there was no chance of a sneak attack, Hu Shaomeng had already decided to give up everything in the Hu family and quietly drove the carriage, trying to escape.

Jiang Wang decisively attacked with a sword, and he had to show himself to fight.

Because he was hiding in the mirror world, when the mirror broke, he also broke.

Jumping out of the mirror was just an inevitable choice, but it also allowed him to keep this small mirror.

Just by appearance, this mirror was nothing special, but no one would ignore it.

Jiang Wang believed that this mirror was his biggest gain, but its wonderful uses still needed further research.

Entering the Hu family's courtyard, Jiang Wang intended to fulfill his promise of obtaining the Baoguang Jue.

After pointing out the location where Hu Shaomeng's true body was hiding, Hu You seemed to have lost the last bit of strength.

Jiang Wang was about to kill Hu Shaomeng, not far outside the door.

But Hu You didn't even look at it.

His wife had been dead for many years, and the later woman, although her status was not confirmed, she was already harmonious in his heart.

But she was killed by his own son.

Because of the incident that killed his wife, Hu You had been unable to lift his head for so many years. A father, in front of his son, lived like a grandson.

These were all the sins he had committed, he admitted. But...

He would think like this. What was wrong with the woman he loved?

She followed him without a name or status for so many years, clearly in love with each other, but could only sneak around like having an affair!

Her grievances, her tolerance.

But she still had to be insulted by his own son, called a whore when she opened her mouth, and a prostitute when she closed her mouth.

In the end, she was even directly killed by him.

From beginning to end, in Hu Shaomeng's eyes, what was his father?

He killed his own wife.

His son killed his second wife!

This tragedy of family relationships turned Hu You into a living "corpse".

He still had a weak breath, but he no longer had any meaning or joy in living.

It wasn't until Jiang Wang's boots appeared in front of him that Hu You opened his mouth.

After opening his mouth twice, he finally made a hoarse voice: "Is Shaomeng dead?"

Jiang Wang looked at this dead-hearted old man: "He has something to show you."

Hu You was also a transcendent cultivator, but now his Dao heart was shattered, and all his cultivation was scattered. He was worse off than an ordinary old man.

Trembling, he raised his head: "Wha...t?"

Jiang Wang infused Dao Yuan into the leaving image stone, and a scene appeared in the air--

It was a middle-aged woman, although the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were already obvious, her charm was still visible.

Jiang Wang didn't recognize this woman, but from the ripples in Hu You's eyes, he guessed who she was.

She was not wearing any clothes.

She was entwined around another man like a snake.

The man was very unfamiliar, but he was definitely not Hu You.

A somewhat heavy voice came from the leaving image stone: "It's been so long, have you really fallen in love with that old man?"

"Are you crazy or am I crazy?" The woman's voice: "How could I love such a fat and ugly old man? Let me go back quickly, I've been disgusted for so many years, when will it end?"

"Soon...soon. Wait for Young Master Xi..."

In the picture, Hu Shaomeng sat on a chair beside the bed, smiling all the time.

It seemed that due to the concealment of the illusion, the couple on the bed never noticed him.

When he heard this, Hu Shaomeng slapped them both to death.

Their conversation ended here.

This was already enough.

The woman that Hu You loved. The woman he regarded as his wife was a pawn set up by Xi Zichu.

The two most promising young cultivators in the Jia City region had competed and been wary of each other for many years.

Just like the people Hu Shaomeng had planted in Jia City, Xi Zichu went a step further and placed someone by Hu You's pillow.

In the picture, Hu Shaomeng smiled and faced the leaving image stone: "Did you hear clearly and see clearly? If not, you can watch it again."

He laughed happily, tears streaming down his face: "You will definitely like this gift, my dear father."

The light screen disappeared.Hu Yu's entire old face was crumpled up, the wrinkles tangled together like a ball of thread, forming an expression that didn't seem humanly possible.

Extreme pain and regret clashed within him.

His old eyes could no longer shed tears, instead, beads of blood trickled down, each one connected to the next.

It was unclear for whom he was crying.

Jiang Wang, who had been silently observing the whole scene, found it hard to describe his feelings.

He finally understood what the eerie smile on Hu Shaomeng's face before his death represented.

He didn't want Hu Yu to die, because he wanted Hu Yu to live a life worse than death.

The snowy night when his mother froze to death had determined his entire life.

He could never trust human emotions again in his life.

He spent his whole life tormenting Hu Yu, tormenting himself.

And this memory stone that he had tried his best to show Hu Yu before his death.

It was Hu Shaomeng's final revenge.

...

Jiang Wang put away the memory stone and turned to leave.

Behind him, he heard a "bang".

Without looking back, he knew it was Hu Yu crashing into the wall.

He could have stopped it, but he didn't.

Everyone has their own choices.

And who's to say that living is better than dying?

...

The pain of life and death was not only happening in the Hu family.

The suffering in this world was never exclusive to anyone.

The only hard thing since ancient times is death.

It refers to those who still have attachments to the world.

Since ancient times, in order to combat the fear of "death", living beings have developed many methods.

Such as cutting off emotions and desires, directly eliminating fear.

Or planning for "after death" while still "alive".

Regardless of the nature of these methods, from a performance perspective.

For some people, death is not a terrible thing.

...

This is a grand and magnificent palace, carved with jade and lit by long-lasting lamps.

The orbs represent the sun and the moon, and the pearls represent the stars.

This is an underground palace.

The ventilation holes are cleverly hidden, and it would be hard to find without a blueprint of the palace.

The main hall is spacious.

At this moment, a man with a distant demeanor and expressionless face sat on the huge dragon throne.

It seemed like he had been sitting there for a long time, and it also seemed like he would sit there forever.

When he used to live in Maple City, he had a name.

His name was Wang Changji.

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