Chapter 183 Love and Hate Are Both Curses

Thin dark clouds gradually enveloped the entire sky above the sea. Iron-grey clouds surged in the sky above the horizon, bringing the last ray of warm sunlight, which was hidden behind the clouds. The cold seemed to penetrate the skin, like morning dew wetting the lapels of clothes, and a slight chill permeated the bones.

Jiang Wu in front of him was wearing a thin blue and white striped hospital gown. His black hair was tied behind his head with a red hair tie. There was a strand of white hair on the right corner of his forehead, and the hair ends were gently swaying in the wind. He was dressed very casually, like a sleepy fool.

Zhou Yannan's eyes fell on the gauze wrapped around his right hand, and he stood up and walked towards him. "You came in such a hurry, are you afraid that I will run away?"

The wind blew faster, in gusts with a whistling ending, swirling between the two of them. Jiang Wu looked at him quietly without responding to his words.

"I was the one who gave you the Nine-Layered Mysterious Thunder Talisman. I also gave you the innate Qi essence and blood that trapped the evil spirit body. I have never participated in Qin Jiawang and Tang Lin's activities. I just want to kill you. As for why I want to kill you..."

Zhou Yannan raised the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, "Because I am ungrateful and ambitious."

"The Han family is the descendant of Yu Gaoyang, the commander of the Shenwu Guards; the Qin family is the descendant of Tu Chang, the general of the Cavalry; and the Fang family is the descendant of Ran He, the commander of the Xuanjia Army. Except for the Lan family, whose entire family was slaughtered by you, these three families swore an oath in front of Yan Zhong to be loyal to him for generations. If they violated the oath, they would not have a good end, and the same would apply to their descendants for generations."

"They want to kill you because Yan Zhong's power comes from you. I want to kill you because the Zhou family's curse comes from you."

Jiang Wu's eyes were calm, "I didn't curse him, I just--"

His words stopped abruptly, he suddenly remembered something, and a trace of surprise appeared in his amber eyes.

"Of course you didn't curse him. You trusted him so much that you treated him like another Duke of Zhou. He lived up to your trust and guarded the Great Zhou and your Wujiang Palace until his death."

Zhou Yannan raised his eyelids and looked at him, "But you saved him anyway."

"You changed the fate of the Zhou family and half of the people in that city. In order to let Zhou Hongyi survive, you even gave him good luck. From now on, the Zhou family's innate energy will never be cut off, and the glory of future generations will continue."

"But human hearts cannot stand the test, nor can they stand gaining and then losing."

Therefore, in every generation of the Zhou family, there is always one person who inherits the innate qi and maintains the family's glory. Generation after generation, there is always one person who is born to be treated as a sacrifice. For the sake of blood purity, he is even forbidden to fall in love and marry others, and is not allowed to have his own life. He can only give up everything for the family and eventually dies alone.

In the end, the gift turned into a curse, a curse for the one who was chosen.

Zhou Yannan said, "You always follow your heart and don't care about the changes in people's hearts and the world. But you forget the most important point. As a member of the God's family, love and hate are curses."

Jiang Wuding looked at him and remembered what Yan Zhong had once said to him: human hearts are like wild horses, greedy and full of endless wars.

He never seemed to learn this lesson, and it happened again and again, making him more and more bored.

The wind blows overhead, bringing news from afar, and then passes through the streets and alleys of this city, intertwining countless people, countless good and evil thoughts, countless greed, anger, ignorance, hatred and mistakes.

People who once shared life and death together will draw their swords for profit, people who are loyal and affectionate will fall in love with others, people who were once righteous will raise their swords to kill the next righteous person... There is no reincarnation in the world, but the same things are always happening, which is common and repetitive.

He tilted his head to look towards the western sky. The red sun was about to set and the thin clouds were dyed red. The city would soon usher in a grand and gorgeous sunset, but his heart was calm.

He recalled the countless sunsets he had seen on Mount Qiling, the sunsets Yan Zhong had taken him to see, and the countless sunsets he had later watched alone on the Zhaixing Tower. There seemed to be no difference. The only difference was that Yan Zhong was no longer with him.

He thought he was really tired of seeing this sunset.

So he stretched out his hand to Zhou Yannan, "Handwritten."

Zhou Yannan lowered his eyes and said, "Burned."

Jiang Wu's gaze fell on the altar between his eyebrows and he slowly raised his hand. The wind above the entire Xiangxie Villa suddenly became cold and chilly.

Zhou Yannan looked slightly disappointed when he saw his action, and his right hand moved silently to his trouser pocket. However, before he could take out the talisman paper inside, a strong wind had already hit his shoulder.

“Hmm!”

He groaned, his body tilted backward uncontrollably, and the phone in his hand fell to the ground. Han Zhong's voice came from inside -

"Jiang Wu!"

Jiang Wu paused in his movement to raise his hand, and the next second a golden light flashed in his eyes. The mobile phone on the ground exploded with a bang, and there was no sound at all.

Zhou Yannan retreated quickly while pinching the sword technique with his right hand in front of his chest, and shouted in a low voice: "Cang Tian!"

Jiang Wu's body suddenly froze, and he felt as if the entire sky above his head was falling down, pressing down on him tightly, making him unable to move.

Zhou Yannan did not dare to relax. He retreated quickly while changing his finger gestures, "Sink to the Ground!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground beneath Jiang Wu's feet instantly cracked into two cracks, just enough to bury his calves deep underground. At the same time, the talismans in Zhou Yannan's pocket were thrown out, surrounding Jiang Wu in eight directions. The silver lightning wrapped around the talismans crackled, and instantly formed a cage made of thunder talismans.

Jiang Wulian didn't even look at him, his eyes turned pure black, Zhou Yannan closed his eyes immediately, but he was a step too late. It seemed that in just a moment, he was suddenly grabbed by the neck by a hand and smashed against the French window behind him.

"Bang——"

The glass of the floor-to-ceiling window shattered all over the floor. Zhou Yannan opened his mouth and a trickle of blood flowed out of it.

"You won't live long." Jiang Wu said.

Zhou Yannan endured the pain and pulled the corner of his mouth, saying hoarsely, "...Yes, that's why I want to take a gamble. The Zhou family's dream of glory should also end."

Jiang Wu didn't say anything else. He pinched his neck with one hand and pressed him against the wall, while with his other hand, he put his index and middle finger together in the shape of a sword, slowly raised it, and looked at the spiritual platform between his eyebrows.

Zhou Yannan raised his hand with difficulty, trying to stop his action, but was suppressed by the huge and invisible power of the soul and could not move. He could only watch the hand fall on his forehead.

The power of the soul as vast as the ocean surged in, his pupils shrank, and for the first time he felt how small he was, like a firefly to the bright moon, or a cicada to the Spring and Autumn Period. The powerful and vast soul seemed to be a world of its own, with three thousand stars arranged in a chessboard, containing the laws of heaven and the destiny of the sky.

He couldn't help but shiver, and even half forgot the dull pain all over his body, until a tearing pain came from the spiritual platform between his eyebrows. He finally couldn't help but utter a painful groan, but bit his lips tightly the next moment.

The wind seemed to have lost its sound, and everything in the outside world gradually faded away. He vaguely felt that something deep in the altar was being pulled out bit by bit, and countless fragments were diffusing and spreading like dandelions.

He didn't know how long it was before the force on his neck disappeared and his body slowly slid down the wall. He heard the sound of the wind again and many other sounds, the sound of plum blossoms falling from branches to the ground, the sound of his clothes being blown by the wind, and the sound of peaceful and tranquil breathing in the room separated by several walls behind him.

Before the dark clouds overhead completely covered the entire sky, a dark cloud had already appeared in the eastern sky. Dull thunder was hidden among the clouds, and a rainstorm was about to break out.

In the courtyard on the first floor of the Fang family, Hei Wu looked at the sudden change in the sky and suddenly laughed strangely, "He's coming."

"I'm here to seek revenge on you."

Fang Zhiyuan looked at the news of Tang Lin's arrest on the tablet, his glasses reflecting a cold and sharp light, "Tang Lin has been arrested. The five people who were originally scheduled to send you to replenish your soul can't come. Are you sure you can survive from his hands in your current state?"

"Whether I survive today or not, you can't escape."

Hei Wu did not think that he was worried about him, he was just afraid of being implicated. Unfortunately, his national teacher was never a soft-hearted person. During the Jiayou Rebellion, only one Zhou Gong died outside the palace, but more than 10,000 people died inside the palace.

His Imperial Master would never let go of anyone who betrayed him.