Chapter 174 Care

The nameless spirit in the black eyes slowly recounted how Yan Zhong faked his death, and used the Siming clan’s three thousand spells to transform himself into a body of accumulated evil, waiting to be resurrected and continue to be the emperor. Finally, he smiled and threw out a summary -

"So, now you just need to kill the soul of the person behind you and then take over his body, and you can ascend. How about that? Isn't it convenient?"

“…”

It was indeed very convenient, but Jiang Wu said nothing and did nothing.

Black Eyes looked at Jiang Wu's face with a frivolous expression on the face of a short-haired girl, "No way? You won't be reluctant, will you? You don't really like him, do you? You don't really think he likes you, do you? You are such a liar, Master Imperial Master~"

"You are so smart, can't you see that the soul in his altar is not that of an ordinary person, but that of a cultivator?"

The black eyes rolled around, slyly glancing at the wounded Han Zhong behind Jiang Wushen, and whispered meaningfully, "If he loved you, he wouldn't have faked his death and watched you get betrayed and hurt by those people, and stayed alone in the Zhaixing Tower year after year, and finally watched you die because of a non-existent promise."

"My Lord, you are too naive. It is very easy for someone who is good at imperial schemes to fool your feelings."

“…”

Betrayal, hurt, and being alone in the Star Picking Tower...

Han Zhong felt a tightness in his chest as he listened to the words that came out of Heimu's mouth. He had never heard Jiang Wu mention these words before, and he didn't know what happened back then. But if he was really Yan Zhong's reincarnation, he would never believe that Yan Zhong would deceive and use Jiang Wu and do anything to hurt Jiang Wu, just like he did.

He didn't want Jiang Wu to be deceived, and he didn't want Jiang Wu to do anything that he would regret.

So he forced himself to stand up against the wall, despite the weakness from excessive bleeding and the smell of blood in his throat, and questioned Heimu's words word by word, "If it is really like what you said... Yan Zhong deceived Jiang Wu into faking his death for the sake of future generations, then why didn't he come back to life until the fall of the Great Zhou, but instead appeared a thousand years later and became an ordinary merchant like me?"

"After ordinary businessmen?"

Heimu suddenly laughed out loud, "I am really dying of laughter. Your Han family ancestor would crawl out of his grave and scold you if he heard what you said. Yu Gaoyang spent all his efforts and betrayed his loyalty just for a chance to achieve success and have many descendants, but in the end he ended up being what you call a businessman. This is his retribution!"

Han Zhong frowned, thinking that this guy was simply crazy. He was talking nonsense, talking about his Han family's ancestors but mentioned some Yu Gaoyang. When he was about to ask who Yu Gaoyang was, he suddenly heard a faint sentence -

"Yu Gaoyang?"

It was Jiang Wu. Jiang Wu, who had not reacted no matter what Hei Mou said before, suddenly moved. He raised his head slightly to meet Hei Mou's gaze, and there was finally a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"Yes, it was Yu Gaoyang, one of Yan Zhong's trusted aides and the commander of the Shenwu Guard. He was also a participant in the Jiayou Incident. I guess you still remember him?"

“…”

Jiang Wu didn't say anything. He thought he had forgotten it long ago, after all, they were all dead a hundred years ago. But now he realized that he had not forgotten it. He could still vividly remember the oath of allegiance that man made to him while kneeling in front of Yan Zhong's will, and the "cleans the emperor's side, and exterminate the evil spirits" that he later shouted in front of the Wujiang Palace.

And that year, after Ji Yanzhong died, he lost his only good friend, and it seemed that he really could not forget him.

As long as he remembers how Zhou Gongming died, he will never forget everything and everyone in that year.

Han Zhong didn't know who Yu Gaoyang was, but he sensed that something was wrong with Jiang Wu. The panic in his heart grew so great that even his heartbeat felt like it was restrained.

He suppressed his fear and said to Jiang Wu in a calm tone, "Jiang Wu, don't believe him. You should be able to sense whether Yan Zhong is good to you or not, whether he is sincere or not. You are so smart. If he was just using you, you would not be able to sense it, and you would not be waiting for his life star to light up again in the Zhaixing Tower."

"I know. You are not a god without emotions. You can feel it, you can feel it..." He choked and said slowly, "his feelings for you."

Before Jiang Wu could answer, the black eyes shouted again, "What a rotten emotion! He's dead, and you just opened your mouth and said--"

"Then ask him in person!" Han Zhong shouted loudly.

Heimu was obviously startled, and actually asked, "Why?"

"I promised you that I would help you find the secret of Hongchen's ascension." Han Zhong stared at Jiang Wu's back to him, a smile on his bloodstained face, and said softly, "Now I promise you, I am willing to restore Yan Zhong's memory, all of it, from the moment he was born."

"All memories?" Heimu felt that the reincarnated person in front of him was quite stupid. "Although you are a reincarnated person, your memories are in your soul. If you want to restore all your memories, it is equivalent to having your mind devoured by another person. Are you willing?"

The dark room was silent for a long time, and then Han Zhong's slightly hoarse voice rang out quietly, "I do."

The thick mist in his black eyes rolled around uneasily, and he immediately said, "Just kill you and then take you away. Then you will know whether you can ascend to become an immortal. The national teacher doesn't care about what is true or false——"

“He cares.”

Han Zhong interrupted him, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the familiar figure in front of him, his hoarse voice incredibly soft, "I know, he cares."

If she didn't care, she wouldn't have stayed alone in the Zhaixing Tower for a hundred years, she wouldn't have been trapped in the majestic imperial palace by an imperial edict, she wouldn't have given up on restoring Yan Zhong's memory and the secret of ascension just because of his "unwillingness", and she wouldn't have appeared in front of him at this moment.

What kind of god is this who has no emotions? He is just a little fool who has never been taught how to cry and laugh.

What do you mean by not caring? He obviously cared so much that he even cared so much that he died when I didn't send him a cake. How could he not care? He was just used to not caring and pretended not to care for a long time, so he thought he really didn't care.

"Ding-bells, ding-bells—"

The nine-layered bronze bell and the broken jade buckle made a crisp sound when they collided. Han Zhong reached out his hand and held the red string of the golden reincarnation knot in his palm. "I know it was originally a bell to attract gods, and it can restore memory."

Jiang Wu, who had been silent for a long time with his back to him, spoke softly, "You will die."

Han Zhong finally heard his voice, and a smile appeared in his eyes unconsciously, "It's okay."

A thin wisp of cold wind blew from nowhere, stirring up the dust in the dark room and blowing up the hems of the two people's clothes. The copper bells and broken jade buckles tied together by red ropes collided and entangled with each other, becoming inseparable.

Amid the cool breeze and the crisp sound of jade bells, Han Zhongsha's hoarse and gentle voice came, "Now, can you look back at me?"