Hu Shaomeng died with a strange smile, and Jiang Wang took out a photo stone from his arms, along with a small purse with very fine workmanship.

The purse contained five 10,000 yuan stones, and except for one of them, which was lost by more than half, the others were very full. Converted into ordinary 100 yuan stones, that is, the harvest of 450 Dao Yuan stones.

Jiang Wang took them out, put them in his pocket, and was about to throw away this purse, when he glanced at the lower right corner of the purse, embroidered with a word, the body of the book is slender, and the strokes are thin and straight, which is a typical Qi Chinese script.

It is impossible not to learn Qi characters to make a living in the country of Qi. Jiang Wang recognized that this was a "vegetarian" word.

Vegetarian, white also.

The word "vegetarian" of Zhu Suyao.

Jiang Wang thought about it and put it away together.

Of course, the mirror in the carriage will not be missed, Hu Shaomeng can condense such a real illusion, and there is an illusion performance far beyond his strength, which must be related to the mirror where he is hiding.

In fact, if it weren't for Hu You pointing out that Hu Shaomeng was hiding here, Jiang Wang would have killed Hu Shaomeng, but I was afraid that there would be more twists and turns.

After making sure that Jiang Wang's killing intent was resolute and cautious that there was no chance of a sneak attack, Hu Shaomeng had already decided to give up everything in the Hu family, so he quietly drove the carriage and wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

Jiang Wang's decisive sword rushed in, and he had to show up to face it.

Because he is hiding in the mirror world, and when the mirror is broken, he will be broken with it.

Jumping out of the mirror was just a reluctant choice, but it also kept this small mirror.

This mirror is nothing special just by its appearance, but no one can ignore it.

Jiang Wang believes that this mirror is his biggest gain, but it is a wonderful use, and it needs to be studied again.

Walking into the courtyard of the Hu family, Jiang Wang planned to fulfill his promise to get the treasure light.

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

Jiang Wang killed Hu Shaomeng, not far from the door.

Hu You didn't even look at it.

His wife has been dead for many years, and the woman who came after, although she has not yet determined her name, is already a harmonious continuation of the piano in her heart.

But he was killed by his own son.

Because of the killing of his wife back then, Hu You has not been able to raise his head for so many years. A father, in front of his son, lives like a grandson.

These are the sins of his making, he confesses. But......

He would think so. The woman he loved, what was wrong with her?

She has followed him for so many years without a name or a point, and she is obviously in love, but she can only sneak around, like cheating!

She was so wronged, so forbearing.

But he still has to be insulted by his own son, open his mouth to be a bitch, and shut up as a prostitute.

In the end, he even slapped her directly.

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

He killed his wife.

His own son killed his second wife!

In the end, he personally showed the way to the enemy and asked him to kill his son.

Such a human tragedy turned Hu You into a living "corpse".

He still had a breath to breathe, but there was no longer any meaning or joy in life.

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

After opening it twice, he finally made a hoarse voice: "Shaomeng is dead?"

Jiang Wang looked at the old man with a dead heart: "He has something to show you." ”

Hu Youben is also an extraordinary monk, and now his Dao heart has collapsed, and his life's cultivation has been scattered. It's worse than an ordinary old man.

Trembling raised his head: "What...... What?"

Jiang Wangdaoyuan poured into the shadow stone, and a scene appeared in mid-air-

It was a woman, and although the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were already obvious, she still had a charm.

Jiang Wang didn't know this woman, but he could guess who it was from Hu You's suddenly somewhat rippling eyes.

She had no clothes on.

Wrapped around another man's body like a snake.

The man was a stranger, but he wasn't Hu Yu after all.

A man's rough voice came from the photo stone: "After so long, you won't really fall in love with that old guy, will you?"

"Are you crazy or am I crazy?" the woman's voice said, "How could I love such a fat and ugly old thing? Hurry up and let me go back, I've been sick for so many years, when will I be the head?"

"It's almost ...... It's almost there. Waiting for the young master to ......"

In the picture, on a chair next to the bed, Hu Shaomeng has been sitting with a smile on his face.

It seems that due to the cover of illusion, the man and woman on the bed have never found him.

Hearing this, Hu Shaomeng went down with a palm, and the two died in the same bed.

This is the end of their conversation.

That's enough.

It turned out that the woman Hu You loved. The woman he regarded as his wife was a pawn in the mat Chubu.

The two most potential young monks in the Jiacheng region have been entangled in competition for many years and are wary of each other.

Just like the hands that Hu Shaomeng planted in Jiacheng, Xi Zichu took a step closer and stuffed the person next to Hu You's pillow.

In the picture, Hu Shaomeng finally smiled and faced the photo stone: "Hear clearly, see clearly? If not, you can watch it a few more times." ”

He laughed so hard that tears flowed from his eyes: "You will love this gift, my dear old father. ”

The light curtain disappears.

Hu You's entire old face was wrinkled, and the wrinkles were entangled like threads, not like an expression that a human could make.

Extreme pain and remorse conflict.

There were no tears in the old eyes, but blood beads flowed down, and they were connected.

I don't know who I'm crying for.

And Jiang Wang, who watched the whole scene silently on the side, felt indescribable in his heart.

He finally understood what Hu Shaomeng's weird smile before he died.

He doesn't want to die, because it's better to die than to die.

The snowy night when his mother froze to death had already decided his life.

For the feelings of the world, he can no longer believe in it in his life.

All his life, he tortured Hu You and tortured himself.

And this photo stone that he tried his best to let Hu You see before he died.

It was Hu Shaomeng's last revenge.

......

Jiang Wang put away the Lingering Stone, turned around and walked out.

I heard a "bang" behind him.

You didn't have to look back to know that it was Hu You who crashed to death on the wall.

He could have prevented, but he didn't.

Everyone has their own choice.

And who says it is better to live than to die?

......

The separation of life and death does not only happen in the Hu family.

The sufferings of this world are not the only ones who endure.

The only death through the ages.

It's about those who still have a nostalgia for the world.

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

For example, to kill emotions and directly eradicate fear.

For example, "after death" develops "afterlife" things.

Whatever the nature of those methods, but in terms of performance.

For some people, death is not a terrible thing.

......

This is a majestic palace, carved with jade and lampposts.

The treasure ball is the sun and the moon, and the pearl is the star.

This is an underground palace.

The vents are cleverly hidden, and are difficult to spot without a diagram of the structure of the dungeon.

The main hall is empty.

At this time, on the huge dragon chair, sat a man with a detached temperament and an expressionless face.

He seemed to have been sitting there for a long time, and it seemed like he would sit like this forever.

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

It's called Wang Changji.

......

......

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