Chapter 162 Combing Hair
Jiang Wu originally thought that the person behind the scenes was also from the God-favored Clan, but now after figuring out the other party's series of operations, he no longer thinks so, because it is too troublesome.
Spending ten years to set up a scheme shows that the other party really wants to ruin Han Zhong's reputation, but he goes to so much trouble for fear that the consequences of his death will befall him. It is obvious that he has no grudge against Han Zhong, but wants to gain something.
Only the strategists of the Great Zhou Dynasty in those days could do such a thing. The monks were unwilling to do so. Firstly, it was tiring, and secondly, it seemed a bit stingy, revealing a kind of greedy but cowardly attitude.
He was somewhat skeptical. Could such a secretive and insignificant person really create such a divine object as the Ownerless Soul?
After listening to Jiang Wu's speculation, Rong Anzhou first thought of the other three major families in Linhai. After all, Han Zhong, who was only 18 years old at the time, had nothing to gain except the identity of the heir of the Han family.
However, Han Zhong knew in his heart that besides being the heir of the Han family, he also had a body full of evil. Since the other party understood those esoteric Taoist methods, he was probably coming for this body full of evil.
He subconsciously looked at Jiang Wu and found that Jiang Wu was also looking at him. It was obvious that the two of them were thinking the same thing.
Rong Anzhou was already numb to the flirting between the two men, so he asked Nan Qingyu directly, "Have you met anyone else in that hospital? Anyone who's famous?"
Although he opened his mouth, he did not expect to get anything out of him. After all, the old man had not said anything useful since he was found.
However, to his surprise, Nan Qingyu simply said a name this time, "Qin Jiawang."
"Which Qin Jiawang?"
"The Qin family of Linhai."
Rong Anzhou felt a glimmer of hope and immediately asked, "Did Qin Jiawang's method of treating illnesses back then be the same as your daughter's?"
"yes."
"Does he know that this method requires sacrificing other people?"
"Yes, we will all sign a letter of intent, and anyone who has been cured of a terminal illness in that hospital will know how their illness was cured."
“…”
Rong Anzhou cursed in a low voice, "You old fool". Although he was the son of a powerful family, his family was strict. He had been a gangster since he was a child, but he would never dare to cross the line of the law or take human life lightly. But others didn't think so.
The Qin family's power is not much less than that of the Han family. Qin Jiawang's father was one of the legislators when the country was founded. He would never take ordinary people's lives seriously.
Although Han Zhong didn't say anything, his brows couldn't help but frown.
Jiang Wu, on the other hand, didn't feel anything. He was already used to these things when he was in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Even during the chaotic period when Emperor Ling was in power, not only did some people use sorcery to take the lives of others in exchange for their own lives, but some people also used the lives of an entire village to refine Horcruxes in an attempt to carve out a kingdom in the chaotic world.
As for the royal nobles in the imperial city of Xiangdu, it goes without saying that Yan Zhong's father alone had drunk countless hearts of young boys in order to regain his virility, and the concubines in the harem had drunk countless blood of young girls in order to keep their beauty forever.
Humans are beasts by nature. Those who hold power and money are ferocious beasts. It is the nature of ferocious beasts to eat humans.
The Great Zhou at that time was filled with blood and ignorance. The dark blue aura spread from Xiangdu to the entire Central Continent, and every place it passed was a purgatory on earth. The blood and evil spirit made the stars above his head dim, so that when he was on Mount Qiling, he often had to wait for a month before he could properly observe the stars.
Until he saw Yan Zhong that day, the color of his luck was like the distant mountains shrouded in mist at dusk, vast and peaceful, with a different kind of gentleness and calmness. Compared to the sunset, he actually liked that time more, because it was extremely brief, only a short moment, and then everything was silent, the world fell into darkness, and after the starlight, it was a new day.
When he fell into his memories, he subconsciously looked at Han Zhong beside him, but unexpectedly met Han Zhong's casual glance. They were both stunned and just looked at each other without saying a word for a while.
Han Zhong originally thought that Jiang Wu had something to say, so he waited for him to speak. However, Jiang Wu did not speak for a long time. Instead, he just looked at him quietly, as usual, seriously, as if he was talking about something important. But at this moment, he clearly did not say anything, but Jiang Wu still looked at him like this. His amber eyes were clear, but it made his face slightly hot and his heart swell.
He lowered his eyelids and looked away in panic.
Nan Qingyu was unable to say anything more useful, but in order to prevent him from being silenced by the person behind the scenes, Han Zhong asked Rong Anzhou to take him to Hualing Hospital and try to get some information through brain electromagnetic waves.
Jiang Wu felt that it was unnecessary and he could just use soul search. Nan Qingyu was legally dead anyway, so even if he was really killed by his soul search, it would not be against the law.
However, this statement was too dangerous. When the former special police officer Rong Anzhou heard it, he almost checked his criminal record. Fortunately, Han Zhong repeatedly assured that Jiang Wu had never killed anyone in his life, and the matter was finally revealed.
Aunt Bai went out to buy groceries. After Rong Anzhou left with his people, only Han Zhong and Jiang Wu were left in the living room. Neither of them spoke, and the huge living room was very quiet.
In the end, it was Han Zhong who spoke first, "Would you like some water?"
Jiang Wu nodded.
Han Zhong took out the white mug from the cabinet, poured a glass of water, poured another glass for himself, and handed it to Jiang Wu.
Jiang Wu took the white cup and looked at the black cup in Han Zhong's hand. In fact, the pair of cups had always been placed in the cabinet of Han Zhong's house. He chose the white one at that time, and the black one had remained in the cabinet. At that time, Han Zhong was using another transparent glass cup. It was unknown when he started using the black cup.
He didn't think much about it at the time, and naturally didn't realize that the two identical cups were couple's styles.
Han Zhong was still thinking about what Jiang Wu had said about meeting his mother, and did not notice his gaze.
"I thought you were back to filming."
"My co-star asked for leave, and the director said I can take a week off."
Han Zhong moved his lips and got to the point, "What did my mother talk to you about?"
Jiang Wu lowered his head and took a sip of water. The loose strands of hair on his forehead fell to his eyes, blocking his sight. He twirled the loose strands and looked up at Han Zhong, "My hair is loose again."
Han Zhong was stunned when he saw his gaze, a little unsure of what he meant, "...You want a comb?"
"I don't know how to do it." Jiang Wu seemed to have remembered something and added, "Yan Zhong never taught me."
“…”
Han Zhong wanted to ask, did he ever teach you not to mention his love rival in front of the person who likes you, even if it was in the previous life, after all, he has no memory.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jiang Wu thought that he didn't believe her, so she said, "At first he would help me comb my hair, and later the palace maids helped me comb my hair."
Han Zhong knew what he meant by "later" and did not ask any more questions. Instead, he asked another question, "So before you met him, who combed your hair?"
"My master." Jiang Wu twirled his hair and recalled, "After combing it once and failing, he broke the comb and threw it away, and then he never combed it again."
“…”
Just by hearing these words, he could imagine that the other party had a similar temperament to Jiang Wu. Is this the standard configuration of the God-favored clan?