Chapter 678 Yesterday is not the same today

The still luxurious mansion lacks the laughter of the past.

Since three years ago, when they lost their only son Su Yanmo, the Su couple has grown aged a lot overnight. Since then, although Su Jun is still busy in the business every day, and Mu Manru is still shopping in the street with a group of rich wives and pushing Paijiu, there is nothing different after all.

Their family seemed to have a big hole. No matter how they covered it, it stayed there quietly, devouring all happiness and vitality.

Since when, both of them have begun to escape home. Su Yanmo's room is still preserved. Every time he sees the items left by his son, he thinks that he once existed and lived with them, but now it has become a gradually yellowing memory in the old photos. The intertwined reality often makes them feel heartbroken.

This scar cannot be erased by time and cannot be cured by time. It is always pain, hatred, and the curse of this family.

However, no matter how unwilling they would not go home, they still had to spend most of their time staying in this house for three years, because there was a new little life here.

On this day, Su Jun was sitting silently by the fireplace, supporting the table with one hand, looking at the mahogany patterns and the beating of flames in the afterglow, his eyes and thinking were in a daze. It was not until a faint sound came from the door that he woke up like a dream, gently holding his forehead and slowly turning his gaze.

"Is Xiao Mie sleeping?"

Mu Manru walked in with a gloomy face and smashed the clothes in her hand into the basket: "Xiaomi, Xiaomi, you know Xiaomi! Today is Mo'er's death day, do you still remember?"

Su Jun sighed, silently reached the bottom of the table, and took out a golden lacquer tray. The plate was filled with fresh fruits and vegetables. In a corner of the plate, there was a small incense burner, with a few incense candles inserted in the stove. The aroma of the fruit mixed with the rising smoke, solemn and sad.

Seeing that her husband had already prepared the offerings, Mu Manru's face looked a little better. But when she thought of her son who died early, her eyes couldn't help but turn red again.

After the two of them worshipped the incense burner for a long time, Su Jun couldn't help but say, "I know, you have always felt uncomfortable if you lose Mo'er, and you can't overcome this hurdle. But Mo'er is gone after all, why can't you take care of Xiao Mie like Mo'er?"

Mu Manru glared at her eyes and spat viciously: "Bah! That's a bastard, and she's such a despicable name... Is he worthy of competing with me Mo'er?" Her sharp eyes swept to Su Jun again, "After all, what are you going to do about our Mo'er? The murderer is still in prison now!"

Su Jun sighed and shook his head heavily: "It's all you usually spoil him too much, so he actually did that... He actually went to kill someone!"

Mu Manru said unhappily: "Oh, as you mean, if he kills someone, isn't your son?"

In the past three years, they didn't know how many times they had quarreled about this matter. According to Mu Manru's intention, they bribed the prison guard and secretly solved the murderer. Anyway, such things were very common in prisons. Although Su Jun hated him deeply, he could not help but have such thoughts, but every time he thought that his son was also committing a crime first, it made it difficult for him to stand upright as the victim's position and seek justice for his son. After all,...

"Okay, aren't you just afraid of taking responsibility?" Mu Manru nodded with a sneer, quickly stepped out of the room, and turned back within a moment, holding a jade slip in her hand, almost pushing it up to the tip of his nose, "I have a nephew who works in Jiuyou Palace. If something happens, he will take care of us. So you will always feel at ease?"

Su Jun was stunned: "Why didn't I know that you have a nephew of such a big background?"

After all, Su Jun can not care about the law, but he cannot ignore the impact of this matter on himself.

Although I heard that the murderer had no background, he was still a well-known figure in the business world. If he really attacked a prisoner, it is difficult to guarantee that the news would not be leaked. The complete causes and consequences were very likely to be poached by those who made a living by selling news. At that time, what would other business colleagues view him? What would his business be hit?

Mu Manru snorted coldly: "Oh, tell you everything, can you point it to the end?" In the past, although she was a stingy person by nature, she would always restrain herself in front of her husband. But after telling her identity as her nephew, her whole aura seemed to have been raised a lot in an instant.

"Okay, I'll go and clear it up..." Su Jun sighed and finally made a compromise. But when he was about to walk to the door, he carefully turned back: "But I'll confirm again, is your nephew really the right person?"

...

At this time, Jiuyou Palace.

Mu Hansha held the jade slip in his hand and leaned weakly on a corner of the corridor. Although the light on the screen had already gone, he was still staring blankly, as if thinking about a century of problems.

Now he looks particularly fragile, not like the arrogant young man who was arrogant and drove the other candidates out of the examination room during the Tianfu Master's assessment.

Standing in silence for a long time, Mu Hansha's eyes moved slightly, raised his gaze tentatively, saw the figure in front of him clearly, and hurriedly bowed and bowed: "Nine Venerables."

Chu Tianyao nodded: "Don't be so restrained. It just so happens that I still have some time now, how about playing chess together?"

Mu Hansha was stunned, but the difference in their identities made it impossible for him to say anything against him, only respect and thank him.

When the chessboard was set up, the two of them made their own moves. As time went by, the black and white colors were also clearly distinguished on the chessboard.

What puzzled Mu Hansha was that Chu Tianyao seemed to really want to play chess. He did not say a word to himself, nor did he look at him more. His mind was immersed in the trend of the chess game. But... why?

Although Mu Hansha really wanted to ask him, wouldn't it matter if he didn't perform the mission? But this is obviously not something he is qualified to say.

In the past, when they were also the Holy Envoy of Jiuyou, Chu Tianyao always talked little among his colleagues and only focused on handling every task. At that time, they had almost no intersection... At that time, he was still his predecessor...

Chu Tianyao flipped a black piece in his hand, and his eyes quickly scanned the space of the chessboard. The ancient tomb of the Wilderness God has not been opened for thousands of years, and he didn't know what would be under it. Before waiting for the renovation of the previous group of villagers to complete, he had to walk a few more prison cells and drag some death row prisoners to explore the way forward... And before officially leaving, there was still some time to give himself a rest.

"What, do you have something to worry about?" After a casual look, Chu Tianyao finally raised his eyebrows and looked at Mu Hansha. Since the beginning, he has done "successful death" behavior, just like when he saw him, he was distracted...

Mu Hansha looked at the white pieces on the chessboard that were cleared out again in large numbers, and when his fingers reached towards the chess box, he suddenly paused for a brief moment.

"Nine Venerables... If it were you, if someone always forced you to do something you didn't want, then... what would you do?"

Chu Tianyao smiled mysteriously: "I think you should think clearly before doing something, what benefits can you get if you do something, and what harm will you get if you don't do it. So, is this thing you really want to do?"

Mu Hansha shook his head decisively, but his eyes quickly dissipated: "But that's what I have to do."

He gently picked up a chess piece and slowly put it on the chessboard. "I always feel that people and chess pieces are no different. These chess pieces cannot resist their own destiny, they can only be at the mercy of the chess players. So who is under our destiny?"

Chu Tianyao stared at him faintly: "Listen to me. Only you can decide your destiny. As long as you don't give up, those who have stepped on your head will become the platform on the soles of your feet, allowing you to go to a higher place." When he was still ignorant, he suddenly changed his tone: "By the way, do you want to participate in the Tiangong Gate assessment?"

Mu Hansha's mind was shocked and raised her head in surprise: "I? Is it really possible?"

Chu Tianyao smiled kindly: "I just need to add you to the recommendation list at that time. You also know that the Palace Master is always the most keen on selecting talents for the Heavenly Palace Sect. In the eyes of the Palace Master, it is the same as serving for him." As he spoke, a black piece slowly fell down next to the white piece before Mu Hansha.

***

In the dark cell, a group of prisoners were sitting in a skewed manner, all wearing the same prison uniforms. The dim light enveloped them, reflecting different paleness.

This group of people, some have already accepted their fate, lying lazily in the corner, waiting for the same day after day; some seem to be crazy in the long-term imprisonment, their eyes are dull, and they hit the walls with their heads one after another; some are lying in front of the prison door all day long, waiting for a turnaround that does not exist, and some are usually quiet, but they will scream from time to time to attract the reprimand of the guards.

"I really didn't kill anyone!"

Of course, there were also people like this young man who were strolling in the cell anxiously and seeking justice for themselves over and over again. Most of the time they were the contemptuous eyes of other prisoners.

Since being imprisoned in prison three years ago, Leng Qi has never given up calling for justice for himself. The one who killed Su Yanmo was clearly Ye Shuo, who was wronged! He also had to enter the Heavenly Palace Gate and prove himself through hard work. How could he be trapped here forever?

"Hey, buddy, those who entered here said they didn't kill anyone. Is it useful?" A prisoner, dressed in ragged, unshaven, and like a beggar, curled his lips impatiently, "Look at the one over there, I was locked up more than ten years ago. When I first arrived, I shouted that I didn't kill anyone all day, but the jailer dragged it out to practice alone every day. In just half a month, I honestly confessed my guilt and concealed it! And the one over there..."

This man was probably extremely bored. In a blink of an eye, he counted the crimes of a group of prisoners one by one. Only when he talked about a pale boy in the corner, he was temporarily stuck. What the boy responded was a cold look.

Speaking of this young man, he is really the weirdest among a group of prisoners. He came in about a year ago, looking weak and whispered, without any spiritual power fluctuations on his body. Every day, he just shrank in the corner without saying a word. When he occasionally lets out the news, he always acts alone and never communicates with others.

People like this were originally the most vulnerable targets among prisoners. In addition, although this young man never spoke, his eyes seemed to have a deep hatred with everyone, and he was always so silent and cold. At first, someone volunteered to "let him understand the rules", but even though this young man was beaten to death, he still didn't say a word, and his eyes did not change at all, and he was so indifferent that he was like a person who did not really exist.

Soon, the prisoners lost interest and simply regarded him as transparent. The boy still sat in the corner as usual, staring with his cold eyes and hating the whole world.

Leng Qi did not pay much attention to him. It can be said that he doesn't care about any of his inmates except himself. The prisoner had not asked in detail before, so he naturally skipped the boy and turned his mind to another small man.

"Don't look at me, I'm just a pickpocket. I'm just locked up and reflected on it for a few days. It's different from you death row prisoners!" Before the prisoner introduced the prisoner, the little man spoke first.

The prisoner curled his lips and pointed at a strong man with long hair and draped shoulders: "And that one, I deserved to be unlucky when he used the forbidden spell. That day, an old antique constable was nearby and caught him on the spot."

"Forbidden spell?" Leng Qi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he rushed over: "Senior, do you know the forbidden spell? Can you teach me one or two?"

The long-haired strong man glared at him coldly, Leng Qi was startled and hurriedly smiled and stepped back. At this time, he could hear the laughter of several prisoners in the corner.

"It's time to eat! It's time to eat!" Not long after, a prison guard walked over with a rice basket, and the keys hanging around his waist collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Leng Qi rushed to the prison door again: "Brother, please help me follow me and tell me, I'm really wronged..." He had said similar words countless times in the past three years, and no one paid attention to him at this time. After the prisoner distributed the food one by one, he quickly picked up the rice basket and left. The other prisoners also picked up the rice bowls and ate them in big mouthfuls.

"I said, if you eat something, eat it quickly. If you don't eat it, give me your portion." A prisoner glared at him in dissatisfaction, reached out to pick up the vegetable bowl on the ground.

"Ah, wait..." Leng Qi hurriedly picked up the bowl. No matter what, he still had to eat enough before he could escape.

For a moment, the sound of swallowing was heard. But at some point, an extremely strange sound suddenly rang out.

"Ah...ah..." A prisoner with dirty hair covered his face stuck his throat with his hands stuck, and he vomited toward the ground beside him, and his body kept twitching. After a moment, he opened his mouth and sprayed a large mouthful of black blood, and fell forward, and stopped moving.

The prisoners around him seemed to have been used to this kind of scene, with no abnormalities on their faces. The pale boy in the corner was still quietly pulling the rice grains in the bowl, as if he hadn't seen it at all, and there was a corpse in front of him.
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