Jalang

Jiang Shang left only this one clue.

The fire completely burned the bamboo house, and it was not completely stopped until the next day. Surprisingly, only the bamboo house was on fire, and the yard and the surrounding fences were not affected.

The bamboo house turned into a pile of dust, not to mention trying to find what Jiang Shang left behind, even the frame of the house could not be found, even the porcelain bowl was burned to ashes, nothing was left.

With the long distance and Da Huan's current situation, Jiang Shang's body could not be transported back to the capital. Although he wanted to return him to his roots, in the end, Jiang Mu decided to bury him as soon as possible so that he could be buried as soon as possible.

Uncle Huang has been used to being unrestrained and carefree all his life, so he might not be used to living in the imperial mausoleum. Maybe he squatted beside his bed in the middle of the night and complained. The woods he likes.

There are souls in this world, but not all souls can stay in the human world. Jiang Shang is already dead. Even if he finds out the shocking secret, he can't inform Jiang Mu. They are already people from two worlds, but the things that Gong Qing doesn't want people to know can only be taken to the underworld by him.

Jiang Mu understood, he was just regretting not being able to see Uncle Huang for the last time, and not having the chance to speak to him again.

Jiang Shang was buried in the courtyard of the bamboo house. When time passed, Jiang Mu would rebuild this place, and he would return the emperor's uncle with an identical bamboo house, allowing him to sleep peacefully here.

There was no tombstone, no sacrifice, just a brand new dirt mark on the ground. Jiang Mu knelt beside him and didn't get up for an hour.

Although he didn't get along with Jiang Mu, Shi Xiu didn't have any intention of ridicule. He dug out the wine in the yard, and Jiang Shang secretly told him where the wine was buried. Jiang Shang's expression at that time was still remembered, and he was mysterious and proud. He said He brewed and buried these wines with his own hands. They are very precious. He didn’t even tell Jiang Mu, because they are brothers. If Shi Xiu wanted to drink them, he would dig them himself. He didn’t tell Jiang Mu...

Sui Xiu held the wine jar and drank a few sips. The transparent liquid flowed down his neck into his clothes.

Then, with his legs crossed, he sat down next to Jiang Mu.

The smell of wine was mixed with the smell of soil, and Shi Xiu smelled that unique smell. He propped his knees and bent his body, as if Jiang Shang was right in front of him. The two of them were just chatting like before, no matter how big or small, "Don't worry, I'll help you with this matter, you just wait here honestly, don't worry about anything, just do what you have to do."

Jiang Shang doesn't need to worry about them. Sooner or later, they will find Wenche and find out the truth. Sixiu will let him go away with peace of mind, without any regrets, and without obsession.

What he thought, Sixiu understood, just leave it to him.

Sixiu's words made Jiang Mu raise his head.

Sensing his sight, Shi Xiu didn't look back, and put another jar of wine in front of Jiang Mu.

His swaying face was reflected in the jar, and Jiang Mu also sat down cross-legged like Sui Xiu.

Picking up the heavy jar, Jiang Mu took a big sip. The emperor's uncle's fermented wine was mellow, and the only taste he could taste now was spicy.

After drinking happily, the wine jar fell to the ground, and Jiang Mu let out a long breath.

"Uncle Huang wrote the word 'Wei'."

It is impossible for Jiang Shang to write the words with the last effort. He cannot write some irrelevant content. The only person here who can be connected with this word is only one person.

The person who finally appeared next to Jiang Shang.

"It's just that I don't know whether Uncle Huang is referring to the person who killed him, or what he is about to show us..."

There are too few clues to judge at all.

Speaking of the person who killed him, Shi Xiu frowned quickly, but quickly accepted the statement.

"Things finally made some progress, and then returned to their original position."

It turned out that they planned to find the location of the Lingchi after asking Jiang Shang, but all plans were disrupted.

Jiang Shang is dead, but Gongqing is missing.

And that's not the worst outcome...

But Gongqing became another mystery.

He stabbed them fiercely in the back of the heart. The knife was cold and transparent, piercing through the chest.

"In the end, they were all used..."

Jiang Mu snorted coldly, Shi Xiu's face was a bit ugly, and at this time, Chonghua came from behind the ruins.

His injuries have recovered and all his lost strength has been regained.

Venerable Shanguang went back, and Chonghua stayed behind, thinking that he still had unfinished business.

"My lord!"

Chonghua's appearance attracted the attention of the two, but they just met their eyes, and Qin Yunshan's anxious voice sounded from the opposite direction.

He was not as capable as them, and he couldn't be as fast as them, so he was left behind by them, and after finally chasing him to the bamboo house, the first thing he smelled was a burning smell.

The fire in the bamboo house has been extinguished, and there is still a faint green smoke rising slowly, Qin Yunshan followed the smoke to come here.

This is where the Bamboo House should have been.

But now, there are only scars left.

Qin Yunshan didn't see Jiang Shang, the dirt on Jiang Mu's knees and the square new dirt on the ground explained everything.

Qin Yunshan ran over a few steps and knelt heavily.

When this head was knocked down, half of his face turned black.

Qin Yunshan cried for the first time since following Jiang Mu.

No matter what difficulties and pains he encountered, he never cried.

But now, the eyes are flooded.

Jiang Shang's position in the prince's heart is self-evident. As much as Jiang Mu respects his uncle, Qin Yunshan respects Jiang Mu as much.

The person who made him proud and respected the most in the world is gone.

Only Qin Yunshan could understand Jiang Mu's mood.

Jiang Mu will not cry, will not be sad, and will not show any broken emotions, but the more he is like this, the more distressed he is.

No matter how strong Jiang Mu is, he is also an individual, with strengths and weaknesses, and things he likes and loves.

There are also reasons to cry.

Jiang Shang is gone, the prince's strength makes him feel distressed.

Jiang Mu didn't stop Qin Yunshan, he watched him cry calmly, it's okay, someone cried for him and sent the uncle away for him.

After a long time, Qin Yunshan's mood calmed down a little, and he wiped off his already stained face.

"My lord, the evil spirit beads are gone."

Qin Yunshan lost to them, he needed to rest and eat, and on the way here, the place where he rested would pass through villages and towns, he was surprised to find that all the evil spirit beads had disappeared.

At first he thought it was just a coincidence, but after inquiring later, he found out that on the night Wei Gongqing disappeared, all the people controlled by the evil spirit beads died.

In other words, life was sucked dry, these people turned into dust and disappeared.

Before they died, they all had a characteristic, that is, they clutched their chests, their bodies dried up quickly, and then a puff of black smoke came out from the heart, and they disappeared.

It's not one two, it's all.

That scene made many witnesses frightened and frightened.

But after that, no one suddenly went mad again.

Everything seems to be back in the past.

Da Huan's tranquility returned overnight.

However, the number of people is less than half.

People are the most tenacious. Having experienced catastrophe, the people began to reorganize their homes spontaneously, bury the dead, and pay homage to their loved ones.

It's not an illusion, it's real.

"Da Huan, escaped the catastrophe."

These are the words Qin Yunshan has heard the most recently.

……

There is a towering mountain in the southeast, with jagged rocks and no vegetation. There are no animals or birds in this mountain. The terrain is dangerous and dangerous, and no one steps on it.

There are few people on that mountain, no trace of beasts, and it has stood quietly for a thousand years or more. No one has explored its age, and no one has studied the reasons for this strange mountain. It has been forgotten and ignored because it is useless, even if Just at the foot of the mountain, no one wants to look up.

Of course, no one knows the mystery.

This strange mountain is rugged and ugly, like a pile of rocks that fell from the sky, but no one knows that there is a cave in this mountain.

Inside the mountain, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the yushu is towering, the stream is gurgling, and the white smoke is curling up, like a fairyland in Penglai.

The stream water is not an ordinary spring, but a pool full of spiritual power, and the white smoke is not ordinary smoke, but full of spiritual smoke.

There is a huge power hidden in this mountain, which can be blocked by strange rocks. Even those with high abilities cannot feel the uniqueness inside.

This is where the spirit pool is located.

Smell the place where the real body is frozen.

Wei Gongqing stood beside the spirit pool, looking at the man who was sleeping peacefully in the gurgling stream.