Shan Ting knew that Jiang Zhige was quite optimistic about Zhou Qi, and thought that Jiang Zhige didn't want to hurt his reputation.

Jiang Zhige had a cold expression on his face. He raised his hand and grabbed Shan Ting's throat.

Shan Ting suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck, difficulty breathing, and a shadow of death loomed over her heart.

"Holy Lord, spare my life!"

Shan Ting struggled continuously in Jiang Zhige's hands as if she was about to drown.

She didn't understand why Jiang Zhige, who was so calm just a moment ago, suddenly wanted to kill her.

Jiang Zhige didn't say a word, and the strength in his palms continued to increase until Shan Ting's life was ended.

Plop! A body collapsed to the ground. She was suffocated to death and foamed at the mouth. Her expression was hideous, no longer as charming as before.

Jiang Zhige's expression returned to calm and he never opened his eyes.

The previous question was actually asking who was the person who should die.

If Shan Ting was instructed by Zhou Qi and had no choice but to come to Zhengyang Temple, then she is a pitiful woman.

However, judging from Shan Ting's words and expressions, these were entirely her own thoughts.

As a married woman, it was absurd to dare to have thoughts about a great emperor, not to mention that Shan Ting was a woman under Jiang Zhige? Jiang Zhige never loved bloodshed. If Shan Ting's husband was not Zhou Qi, he would not have killed him on the spot. At most, he would have kicked Shan Ting out of the Zhengyang Temple.

Zhou Qi was the person Jiang Zhige personally introduced to Xuan Cang and he admired him very much. Upon learning that his wife was such an unfaithful and opportunistic person, Jiang Zhige had to clean up the mess for her both emotionally and logically.

Not long after, a figure appeared outside the hall. He was about to perform a proper salute when he suddenly noticed the body lying inside the hall.

"A-A-Ting?"

Zhou Qi's voice trembled and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Wasn't that dishevelled, miserable corpse of a woman, Shan Ting, the woman who had been with him for hundreds of years? Why did she die for no reason, and in the Zhengyang Temple? Zhou Qi looked pale and stiffly raised his head to look at Jiang Zhige.

He lived in the Xuancang Holy Land and was buried in the Zhengyang Temple. The only possible murderer was Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "You've come just in time. Take away this body."

“Yes, yes.”

Zhou Qi's legs were trembling, his face was pale, and he didn't dare to ask a single question.

He stepped into the hall, and the closer he got to the miserable female corpse, the more difficult it was to control the tears in his eyes.

"A Ting. A Ting"

Zhou Qi's eyes were filled with tears and his voice was like a low sob. He leaned over and picked up Shan Ting tremblingly.

He felt no anger or resentment, only despair that destroyed all hope.

Shan Ting's clothes were disheveled and her death was miserable. Her expression still showed fear and despair. It was hard to imagine what she had experienced before her death.

Zhou Qi suppressed his inner sorrow and finally mustered up the courage to ask: "Holy Lord, why, why did she die?"

Jiang Zhige opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Qi. He opened his mouth to explain, but took the words back.

"Because she deserves to die."

The voice was cold, without any emotion, but with the unquestionable tone of a superior.

Zhou Qi burst into tears upon hearing this and almost lost his voice.

The woman who had followed him for hundreds of years now died tragically in the Zhengyang Temple, and the only explanation she got was "she deserved to die"?

At this moment, there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.

Jiang Zhige sighed inwardly. He naturally knew how much Zhou Qi valued Shan Ting. But precisely because of this, if Zhou Qi knew that Shan Ting was this kind of person, he would be extremely sad and angry, and would rather die than live.

Instead of this, it would be better to let Zhou Qi hate Jiang Zhige and leave some thoughts about Shan Ting in his memory.

"Zhou Qi, take your leave."

Zhou Qi did not ask any more questions. He held Shan Ting's body in his arms and staggered out of the Zhengyang Temple.

Jiang Zhige thought that Zhou Qi would feel worse than death if he knew the truth, but he didn't know that Zhou Qi would also feel worse than death if he knew that Jiang Zhige, whom he regarded as his belief, brutally killed his wife Shan Ting and was even unwilling to explain.

"This woman, Shan Ting, is neither ambitious nor courageous, but she is completely stupid."

"That's right. The emperor is such a great man. How could he have the habit of occupying someone else's nest?"

"It's sad to say that the Emperor always protects others by hurting himself. Although this is simple and effective, it will only make people feel more uncomfortable when the truth comes out."

Everyone in the hall felt emotional and sad. After witnessing this memory, they actually hoped that Jiang Zhige could be more selfish.

Everyone in the hall was right. Now that he knew the truth, Zhou Wuji's face turned pale and his head was buzzing.

Neither regret nor guilt were enough to describe his feelings.

Looking back to the past, if Jiang Zhige had not taken a fancy to him, Zhou Wuji and his entire country would have been destroyed. How could he have achieved what he has today?

He regarded Jiang Zhige as his belief, but he misunderstood Jiang Zhige arrogantly, and even betrayed Xuancang Holy Land, and together with Qu Yun and his group surrounded and killed Jiang Zhige? "What qualifications do I have?"

Zhou Wuji burst into tears and fell to his knees.

If he thought about it carefully, his cultivation and even his life were all thanks to Jiang Zhige. Even if Jiang Zhige was really vicious, he should go through fire and water for him.

What's more, it was all just a misunderstanding.

Jiang Zhige was not a cruel and vicious person, nor did he brutally kill Shan Ting after humiliating her.

"Holy Lord, Zhou Qi is guilty and should be executed."

Zhou Wuji buried his head and sobbed, not daring to look at Jiang Zhige who was half-kneeling in the middle of the hall.

That’s right, he should be called Zhou Qi. How could he have the nerve to call himself Wuji in front of the monarch?

Under the surprised gazes of everyone in the hall, Zhou Qi gathered spiritual power in his palms, intending to destroy his own soul and atone for his sins with death.

"Zhou Qi, wait a minute."

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in Zhou Qi's ears.

"Holy Lord?!"

Zhou Qi was stunned for a moment. He couldn't have heard it wrong. That was Jiang Zhige's voice just now.

"Are you still conscious?"

After a brief moment of shock, Zhou Qi immediately turned his gaze to Jiang Zhige in the hall.

"Yes, don't make it public."

"I am indeed unable to move, and my life is in danger, but I can still hear your voices and can transmit your voice."

"Zhou Qi, you don't need to die to atone for your sins. Now I will give you a chance to make amends for your crimes."

Jiang Zhige felt deeply moved. After such a long time since the memory appeared, the plan to escape from the predicament was finally going to make substantial progress.

Zhou Qi's expression became serious when he heard this, and he said in a voice transmission: "Saint Lord, please speak. Zhou Qi will not refuse even if he dies!"

"Then listen carefully. With my strength, I am only a little bit away from breaking free from the Heaven Binding Chain. I need you to secretly transfer your strength to me to help me break free."

After hearing this, Zhou Qi was stunned, full of doubts and confusion.