Chapter 242 Wu Shi has never been a good person

Wu Shi's feelings for Jun Lin are not to the point where he must be with her, but she is the one he cares about the most at the moment.

When he left, he found a gardener to take good care of the roses on the windowsill, and the jade cicada stayed by his heart to protect him. The warmth of the past had not yet completely dissipated. When he returned from a trip, someone pointed out sharply that the person who gave him the amulet had died, and there was only desolation everywhere.

The death was unclear.

Died silently.

Wu Shi called Xiao Bao out of teasing at first, but now he really wants to treat her like a treasure, but he finds out that someone has hit her before him.

I felt uncomfortable in my heart, with a subtle and dense pain like being pricked by needles.

"How did he die?"

"Why kill her?"

"Where is he buried?"

His lips were calm and subdued, his dark pupils were slowly filled with a layer of eerie mist, his facial features were cold and hard, and his facial lines were a little sharper than usual.

Wang Zhen of Southern Xinjiang was shocked that Wu Shi valued Chun Hua so much. At the same time, he was worried that if this man went crazy, he would destroy the imperial city.

Wu Shi rarely sets up a real killing array. The legend of "one array, one imperial city, one array, thousands of lives" is not groundless. If he kills, it will definitely be a sea of ​​blood.

Unknown to outsiders, the Onmyoji family did not voluntarily hide from the world in a mysterious way, but was killed by Wu and fell into despair and had to disappear.

The King of Southern Xinjiang had no idea what they had done to anger Wu Shi, but Le Zhou knew it clearly. It was because of this incident that Wu Shi was branded with the Yin-Yang curse as a punishment.

The Onmyoji family was afraid of him, afraid of this man who could kill the Onmyoji family with just one man, one array and one umbrella, leaving them afraid to say a word. Even though Wu Shi had left the sect and not cared about anything for many years, the prestige and fear he brought were still ingrained in their bones and were difficult to erase.

Everyone thinks that he is indifferent and arrogant and wants to kill anyone he wants, but the fact is just the opposite. He is a rational madman.

His upbringing has made him distinguish between love and hate, and he is reserved and elegant. Even if he is stuck in a quagmire, he still lives a clean life and has his own judgment on right and wrong, small matters and big things.

For example, he now urgently wants to break the neck of the King of Southern Xinjiang, but considering the people of Southern Xinjiang and the overall situation, he did not take action. Instead, he asked who did it.

But he was one of those who believed in "collective punishment", that if one person was guilty, then all the related participants would be punished.

It was Le Zhou, so he went to kill Le Zhou.

It was the ten thousand soldiers, so he killed them all.

Many lives have been lost in Wu Shi's hands. Even though he is not involved in any crime now, it does not mean that he did not have a dark and crazy past.

The King of Southern Xinjiang was well aware of this, and his misjudgment of Chunhua's position in Wushi's heart led to his imprisonment.

Unable to withstand the pressure, he told the truth.

"Chunhua is a spy from the enemy country, Master, there is nothing wrong with what Lezhou did."

Although he tried to explain...

"Compared to the damage she caused to southern Xinjiang, her death on the cliff is nothing."

Although he tried to explain...

"Whatever she is."

The mist turned away.

"No matter how bad she is."

Umbrella on head.

"She's all mine."

A thick fog rose up, and when the tail sound completely dissipated, the man had disappeared.

Although he tried to explain, he still wouldn't listen.

The King of Southern Xinjiang was sweating profusely: "Someone, come! Take good care of the Queen!"

He wanted to inform his brother, telling him not to confront Wu Shi at this moment.

But when Le Zhou arrived, everything was too late.

People in the military camp are still talking about the encirclement and suppression that day.

"Hey, that bitch is pretty powerful. She killed so many of our brothers by herself!"

One of them rolled up his sleeves and stepped on the stool with a heroic look: "So what? In the end, I still ended up falling off a cliff and getting smashed into a pulp, hahahaha!"

"Hiss, her sword almost killed me. I really should have asked you to find her body and whip it."

They were filled with righteous indignation, and one of them asked in surprise, "Hey, look, is there a man holding an umbrella over there?"

Someone immediately responded: "I saw it too, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Is it foggy today?"

"I was going to say that I saw him a long time ago. He was so flickering that I thought I saw a ghost."

"Oh, look! He's coming towards us!"

Everyone reacted quickly, picking up their weapons and standing guard.

The man in the red shirt was walking with an umbrella in his hand. His slender figure looked like an ink painting in the empty sky.

Wu Shi raised the brim of his umbrella and looked down coldly: "Did you participate in the encirclement and suppression that day?"

The soldier shuddered with guilt, gripped his spear tightly and shouted, "Anyone who dares to enter the military camp will be put to death!"

Wu Shi raised her hand and gently touched the jade cicada hanging in her heart. Her thick eyelashes suppressed all her emotions, and she said unclearly, "Is that so?"

Suddenly, he raised his hand high and threw the umbrella. The oil-paper umbrella floated steadily in the air and spun over the soldiers' heads.

Everyone looked at each other in surprise and suspicion, then swallowed the water and took two steps back at the same time.

"I'll give you an umbrella."

The thin lips uttered the word "rise up."

The moment he turned and left, screams continued to be heard. The formation with intricate and beautiful patterns was huge and strange. They were trapped in an illusion and tortured. They held their heads and wailed, and took up weapons to kill each other. This was the hell on earth that Le Zhou saw when he rushed over.

Le Zhou raised his lips and smiled: "So the sect master has calmed down?"

Wu Shi clenched his empty hands and pursed his lips unhappily.

When he didn't bring an umbrella in the past, Xiaobao would always give him one.

No one sends him an umbrella anymore.

Amid the grief behind him, his expression was unusually calm: "If you want to kill me, then there's no need to be polite."

Le Zhou sneered, and a large number of moths flew out of his sleeves, looking like a swarm of butterflies flying by in a dreamy manner. The poisonous powder dropped from their wings floated in the air. Then the dead bodies in the formation twisted and stood up. Without human consciousness and thinking, they naturally would not be trapped by the psychological attack formation. They raised their spears and stabbed at Wu Shi.

Wushi frowned in disgust, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

…

Jingguo Palace.

The scattered people hurried back to the palace and returned to Emperor Jing's side again. Even stepping into the hall seemed to be a rush.

His eyes looked impatiently towards the main seat. The man had loose black hair, soft features, a thin shirt draped over his shoulders and was pouring tea.

The aroma of tea was so lingering that the man's face became a little blurry for a moment.

Despite this, the people who entered the hall had never felt her appearance so clear before, as clear as she was in their dreams every day.

"Xiao Lin."

Song Simiao was the first to come to his senses and sat beside her. Jun Lin handed him a cup of tea and said with a smile, "Take a sip."

The man took it but didn't drink it. He just stared at her. All the words he wanted to say but didn't roll out of his throat finally turned into a sigh: "I'm glad you're back."

Jun Lin's heart was warm. She took Song Simiao's hand and patted it as if they were chatting. "But we haven't seen each other for about half a year. How come everyone is like this?"

She turned her gaze towards the hall and said with a smile, "What are you still standing there for? Come over here, the tea is getting cold."

The few people just woke up from their dream. Xingzhi ran over and took a cup, muttering: "You don't know, the palace is boring when you are not here."

Ming He followed closely and said, "Master, what did you gain from this trip to Southern Xinjiang?"

Manhuang's eyes were bright and startling, and he was also waiting for the result.

“It’s been a great harvest.”

Jun Lin turned to Man Huang and said, "Si Nian is back too."

Manhuang was so happy that even his breathing became heavy.

Shen Sinian's attitude towards Manhuang is completely different from that towards Jin Ge and the others.

The young master of the Shen family, who carried the master and his servants back from the mass grave and returned to the palace with his master, was also his original partner.