After leaving Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang hid alone in the wild until dawn.
The Criminal Investigation Department did send people out to hunt for people, and the momentum was very loud. But as long as Zhuangdu didn't send people over, it was not taken seriously. The fastest updated mobile version::
Jiang Wang was able to relax because of this.
Aunt Song had saved him, which was the reason why he agreed to his father's continued marriage. Aunt Song was Jiang An'an's biological mother, which was enough to make Jiang Wang forgive him a lot.
Forced to kill Lin Zhengli, he dissipated the resentment of the past. He didn't know if Aunt Song could rest in peace under the circumstances, but he had promised An An that he would give her an explanation, and now he was satisfied.
Although Jiang Anan may not quite know why her mother can never write to her again.
In the Lin clan's territory, Jiang Wang also admitted that he had indeed underestimated Lin Zhengren. Even though he was overwhelmed by his strength, he also allowed Lin Zhengren to find a chance to escape.
Throughout the review process, there are gains and losses.
People like Lin Zhengren are able to seize any small opportunity. Jiang Wang warned himself that if he faced Lin Zhengren in the future, he should not be underestimated in the slightest.
Jiang Wang has never been a perfect person, he will make mistakes and be careless, but he has never lacked introspection, and he has also grown up through setbacks.
After making sure that Du Ruhui was not alarmed, Jiang Wang never thought of returning to Wangjiang City. People like Lin Zhengren knew that they would never be given another chance and would hide in the National Highway Courtyard without leaving.
All I can say is that I will look for another opportunity in the future.
Moreover, although Lin Zhengren is cautious and tolerant, and has a terrible character, he is not strong enough after all. As long as Jiang Wang maintains his cultivation speed, once the gap in strength widens to a certain extent, he will naturally be able to crush the plan.
More importantly, during this trip to Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang concealed his identity throughout the entire trip, so no one would know who he was. Even if Lin Zhengren wanted to take revenge in the future, he would probably have no choice but to approach Zhang Linchuan.
Returning to the outside of Maple Forest City, Qiang Xiang was still sleeping soundly under the Life Monument. There was an illusory sword shadow that appeared and disappeared, and Jiang Wang knew that it was Qiang Xiang's natal flying sword that was protecting its master.
This is a training related to the Taoist heart. When he wakes up, his path may be decided here.
Jiang Wang did not disturb him. He found a place not far away and sat down. He stared at Maplewood City for a while before closing his eyes and entering the illusion of Taixu.
Having obtained the Kuchiki Jue, he now needs to accumulate more skills for deduction. Therefore, in the next match on the Sword Forum, he will have no reservations except for magical powers.
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Time is sometimes the least worth mentioning thing.
Because you simply can't remember it clearly.
There is no sunset or moonrise, and you cannot see the stars in the sky when you look up.
There was fog everywhere, cold and gloomy fog.
The mist of the underworld envelopes the world of the underworld, and the gaps between yin and yang are filled with helpless corpses.
Ling He couldn't remember how many days he lived in this dark world. He only remembered how many people he had buried.
He must remember, because no one can remember except him.
In the past...
Time here cannot be specified at all, it can only be a rough concept. A while ago, a long time ago...
So "the time before" should be a while ago.
He was eating at that time.
Everyone in Maplewood City has died, and there is still a lot of food left, but due to the Netherworld Fog, it is basically impossible to eat anymore.
Ling He has a way. As long as he controls the black and yellow energy in Tongtian and carefully cleanses it, the food will return to its original state.
But now he doesn't actually need to eat.
He just wants to maintain his life as a "human" in this world.
Eat to prove that he is still alive.
It proves that there are still people alive in Maplewood City.
Sometimes life is in vain, but there are still people who live in vain.
While Ling He was eating, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he felt warm in his heart, as if he was being comforted by something.
He put down his bowl and chopsticks and couldn't help but walk in the direction of Mingming.
Walk out of the room, walk out of the courtyard, walk out of Pegasus Lane...
This small courtyard in Pegasus Lane is one of his two homes now. The other home is near the City Lord's Mansion, which is the house where the youngest has always lived.
He doesn't need a house, or even a bed, and a house in the dead realm doesn't seem to have any meaning.
But Ling He just felt...
There must be someone living in the home, otherwise it will lose popularity.
He didn't want the home of the third child and the youngest child to remain so silent.
Even if they...are all dead.
So he lived back and forth between the two homes, cooking, washing, cleaning, and living a "normal life."
That feeling of being soothed is nostalgic.
But not long after leaving Pegasus Lane, that feeling disappeared.
Ling He froze in place, feeling a sense of emptiness and loss.
Then turn around and continue "living".
Cooking, washing, cleaning, chanting sutras for salvation, collecting corpses, and annotating sutras.
He is always doing these things over and over again. There is no need for meaning, the meaning lies in the things themselves.
But today, that sudden sense of intimacy appeared again.
At this time, Linghe had just dug a deep pit, and he put a couple who died hugging each other into the grave.
The emotional impulse urged Ling He to search quickly, and he also longed for that feeling in his heart. In this dead world sandwiched between yin and yang, it is difficult for human emotions to appear. Fastest update PC version::/
But he still took it seriously and recited the salvation scriptures sincerely, and then buried the couple's grave with his own hands.
He must persist in doing things from beginning to end.
After completing the entire burial ceremony, he allowed himself to go towards the feeling in his heart and towards the unknown direction.
This area has no direction.
Although following the old urban pattern, it seems that the previous directions can still be connected. But Ling He deeply understands that the directions of this world are chaotic, with no east, west, north, or south.
But the kind feeling in the heart, the warm feeling belonging to human beings, is like a beacon in the vast universe. It does not need a direction, it is the direction.
This time this feeling actually lasted for a long time.
Linghe kept walking and walking until he reached the end of this area.
He has known for a long time that this area has an end. The scope of this area is the area before Maple Forest City.
But the so-called end, the so-called boundary, is not as simple as a wall or a barrier.
If it was a wall, Linghe would have broken through it long ago. If it were a mountain range, Linghe would have dug through it sooner or later. But it is just a "boundary".
Existing in reality and illusion at the same time is the same rule as heaven and earth.
Insurmountable, impossible to pass through.
Now, Linghe is at the end of this area, at the end of a certain chaotic direction.
He felt that he was very close to that kind of kindness.
But he couldn't get any closer.
This is the limit.
What's the reason for that feeling?
Is it a calling?
Or is it a kind of prayer?
Is there someone who wants to bring this area back to the present world?
Linghe couldn't judge.
But he really missed this feeling of belonging to a "human being".
Hope, expectation, fantasy.
How precious are these words in this dead place, in this ruin of human beings abandoned by the world!
Ling He sat down quietly, leaning on the stubborn boundary between reality and reality, and gently closed his eyes.
This was the first good sleep he had had since the fall of this area.
