Chapter 170 Crow

"quack--"

Suddenly, there was a hoarse bird call outside the window. Rong Anzhou looked out through the window of the corridor and saw a dark crow flapping its wings, flying out from the night and landing on the windowsill in front of him.

The crow was very big, as big as a kitten. Its pure black feathers reflected brilliant colors in the moonlight. Its small round black eyes were like two black gems, reflecting his figure.

Rong Anzhou was a little curious as to why there were crows in this weather. Could it be that they were raised by the Qin family?

"despair!"

He flicked his tongue at the crow. The crow tilted its head, quickly raised its eyelids, and then stared at him motionlessly.

"Silly bird."

Rong Anzhou sneered, and then continued to pace in the quiet corridor in front of him.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with photos and portraits of people, some in black and white, and some in Western oil paintings. Further ahead is a scroll painting of a general in armor, holding a sword at his waist, with eyes like an eagle, looking very majestic.

Rong Anzhou stared at the painting for a few more seconds. He didn't know if it was because the wall light in the corridor was not properly connected, but he felt that the painting in front of him was not clear and was blurry.

However, he was not interested in art. His target was the door at the end of the corridor. This was the only door in the entire Qin family that had no windows visible from the outside.

Collection room?

He looked at the locked door in front of him and tried to reach out and twist the handle. It actually moved. At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him, "Mr. Rong, are you lost?"

Rong Anzhou's hands paused, and then he slowly turned around. His unruly face instantly broke into a brilliant smile when he saw the team of security guards behind Qin Yuyan.

"Ah, it's my future cousin's wife. The bathroom in your house is so hard to find~"

“…”

Qin Yuyan ordered the security captain behind him, "Send Mr. Rong to the bathroom."

Rong Anzhou raised his hands in surrender, "No, no, I can look for it myself. The Qin family is pretty good, my cousin shouldn't mind, right?"

"Since I'm the host, there's no reason for me not to entertain the guests." Qin Yuyan walked towards him step by step in her high heels. The thick carpet was silent.

"OK."

Rong Anzhou replied with a smile while putting down his hands, and the next second he suddenly turned around, turned the door handle and rushed inside.

Qin Yuyan's eyes widened. She didn't expect that he would actually dare to break into the room in front of her. She immediately grabbed his coat and tried to hold him back. However, she was no match for Rong Anzhou, a soldier, and was dragged into the room with him.

"Xiao Fei——"

In her rage, she only had time to shout the security captain's name. The next second, Rong Anzhou covered her mouth and took her into the room, then locked the door.

Seeing that struggling was futile, she simply leaned in Rong Anzhou's arms and looked up at him coldly.

Rong Anzhou let her go and explained with a smile, "I don't like so many people around. It's fine to have you, my cousin, by yourself."

"This is my father's collection room. There's nothing interesting to see."

"That's not—"

The second half of the sentence stopped abruptly, and after a moment, the joking tone became serious for a rare time, "Sister-in-law, are you sure this is your father's collection room, and not the maze you played when you were a child?"

Qin Yuyan frowned and turned to look, and the words he was about to ask froze in his throat for a moment.

Before them was a spacious and quiet corridor with paintings and photos hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor. The bright light from the wall lamps illuminated the corridor, making it exactly the same as the corridor they had just walked through.

…

In the empty and dim collection room, a gray ancient painting was quietly hanging on the wall. The painting showed the same handsome man with long hair and gorgeous clothes that was seen in the living room before. The only difference was that the person in this painting was almost exactly the same as Jiang Wu.

Whether it was the indifference between his eyebrows, the angle of his head, the way he stood, or the arc of his clothes lifted by the wind, he looked exactly like Jiang Wu. He just stood there in this dim room, shining brightly, as if he was separated by an untouchable distance.

This was different from the Jiang Wu he usually saw. The Jiang Wu in the painting was looking up at the sky, with his long hair hanging below his waist and hips, dancing with the wind along with his clothes, as if he was the only one left in the world.

And the Jiang Wuhui he saw last night was lying on the sofa in silver-gray pajamas, watching TV. She would always turn her head to look at him the moment he heard footsteps, her beautiful, curved eyebrows quietly drooping, her amber pupils clear and calm like water.

“Is it exactly the same?”

Qin Jiawang seemed to have forgotten the gun pointing at him from behind. He looked at the man in the painting with reverence and fascination, and sighed, "You don't know how shocked I was when I saw him for the first time. There are actually people in this world who can live for a thousand years without getting old or dying. Only gods can do that."

Han Zhongxin said that he was not a god, but just a confused little fool who counted down the money after being cheated.

There is indeed a line of small words in the upper right corner of the painting, but it is a little different from what Qin Jiawang said. The time on it is not the spring of the eighteenth year of Tianxu, but the winter of the sixty-sixth year of Tianxu.

He had seen this date in the encyclopedia. The winter of the sixty-sixth year of Tianxu was a special day for the Yanzhou Dynasty.

The country was in mourning, and Emperor Zhaowu died in Qianyuan Hall at the age of ninety-seven.

"Where did this painting come from?"

"Are you interrogating me now?"

Qin Jiawang looked at him with contempt, "Do you really think you have me under your control? I just think it's more convenient to talk here."

Han Zhong understood the hidden meaning behind his words, "Is someone eavesdropping?"

Qin Jiawang stopped talking. After a moment, he stared at the person in the painting and said, "I couldn't believe it when I saw him that night. It wasn't until I found that the black jade in my safe was missing that I was sure it was him. He really showed up."

"The Qin family has known one thing for a long time. Every head of the family will not live past fifty-five, just like the first head of the family. We have inherited his wealth and glory, but also his death date."

"Until I met Liang Leshan, who took me to see a man who told me that there is a race in this world called the God-favored Race..."

Han Zhong's eyes dimmed, "Who is that person?"

"I don't know. He looks very young, but his eyes clearly show the look of someone who has lived for a long time. He said he came from a family favored by the gods and was a disciple of the gods. He said the reason why no one in my Qin family lived past the age of 55 was because we angered the gods, and the gods cast a curse on us. The only way to lift the curse is to find someone."

Without waiting for Han Zhong to ask, he continued, "It's you, Han Zhong."

Han Zhong frowned. What absurd talk? Is this a cult?

Qin Jiawang knew from his expression that he didn't believe it, so he didn't force it and continued, "I didn't lie to you about the crow that pecked at me. It really did appear, but it also appeared with that strange man."

"I didn't believe it at first, until he appeared in front of me silently countless times and said he could save me. I listened to him and signed a letter of intent for treatment. I became the only exception among all the Qin family heads who lived past the age of 55. Only then did I have to believe it."

Qin Jiawang sighed and said this with a sad look on his face. Han Zhong just looked at him calmly without commenting. Seeing this, Qin Jiawang could only return to the topic, "I just said it was inconvenient because the crow had been watching me. It forced me to lure you here, trap you, and then kill you."

"Really?"

"You don't believe it?"

“…”

Qin Jiawang looked at him in silence. Just as he was about to explain, he suddenly heard the sound of flapping wings outside the window. He subconsciously turned his head to look out the window. The next second, his face turned pale and he shouted in fear, "It's coming! It's coming! It found me!"

Han Zhong looked over and saw a black crow as big as a cat hanging outside the window. It pecked the window glass with its sharp beak and drilled into the room, then swooped towards Han Zhong with its claws as sharp as knives.

Qin Jiawang shouted quickly, "Kill it! Otherwise it will kill you! Quick!"

Han Zhong immediately raised his gun and aimed at the fierce black crow. Just as his finger was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly turned the gun around and pointed it at Qin Jiawang behind him, saying calmly, "Have you acted enough?"

"…What?"

"I ask you if you've acted enough, lady."

“…”