Chapter 186 Rain

The Han family's weight in Linhai is almost synonymous with the powerful and wealthy. Although the two brothers Yan Zhishan are not native to Linhai, they have heard of the names of the four major families in Linhai. In addition to the current situation, they also know that today's matter will be difficult to handle.

Yan Zhishan politely bowed to Han Zhong and said, "Mr. Han, Linhai is in danger, we are here to save people."

Han Zhong's expression was calm. "How do you plan to save her?"

Yan Zhishan briefly considered whether to tell ordinary people about Xuanmen's affairs, and then chose the simplest and most understandable explanation, "The person who just broke into this villa has the potential to destroy Linhai City. I, Long Danshan, plan to join forces with Qingmingshan to capture him and prevent this disaster."

"Disaster?" Han Zhong asked, "Who told you?"

Yan Zhishan paused, "The Taoist sect can observe the fortune from the celestial phenomena. The strange celestial phenomena in Linhai now are a sign. The other party can manipulate the celestial phenomena. When the rain continues and the seawater backflows, Linhai City is likely to be submerged."

"The rain hasn't even started yet, how do you know it won't stop?"

“…”

Longdan Mountain is not as popular as Qingming Mountain. The people in the temple rarely interact with others, let alone a top-notch wealthy family like the Han family. Yan Zhishan was anxious, but he also knew that he could not offend the person in front of him, so he could only say, "We came to Linhai this time with the permission of the Taoist Association."

He paused and added, "If you delay any longer, I'm afraid it will be too late, and your wife will be implicated as well."

The last sentence made Rong Anzhou and Luo Yun look a little strange, but Yan Zhishan didn't notice.

Han Zhong also slowed down his tone after hearing this, "That makes sense. Since I am also from Linhai, there is no reason for me not to help when encountering such a thing."

"Xiao An, bring someone with me to scout the way for the Taoist priest."

"No need, Mr. Han." Yan Zhishan did not expect this development and immediately stopped him, "The people inside are very dangerous. Ordinary people will be in danger of their lives if they go in. It's better for me, my junior brother, and Taoist Luo Yun to go in!"

"Your junior fellow apprentice?" Han Zhong glanced at Zeng Zhiyang who was just getting up from the ground with his butt sticking out. "Him?"

His tone was very normal, but it was full of sarcasm. Zeng Zhiyang blushed and said, "How did you break my little Taishan seal?"

Han Zhong didn't know what the Little Taishan Seal was. "I thought you were giving me a middle finger, so I punched you. Sorry for the rudeness."

Zeng Zhiyang was even more speechless.

Yan Zhishan looked at Han Zhong with a hint of inquiry. Just as he was about to ask something, a loud siren suddenly sounded behind him.

Both parties looked at each other at the same time, and then realized that the police were not called by the other party.

Han Zhong's heart skipped a beat and he looked suddenly towards the villa in front of him. He rushed towards the villa while Yan Zhishan and others were not paying attention.

"Mr. Han!"

Yan Zhishan tried to stop him immediately, but Rong Anzhou pressed him down from behind. He was about to attack, but Rong Anzhou smiled and said, "If you dare to touch a hair on my head, my brother will buy your entire Longdan Mountain. Do you believe it?"

Yan Zhishan frowned and clenched his hands into fists. "If you try to stop us, the whole Linhai will be reduced to ruins. Won't you regret it?"

"I regret it, but I believe in my brother's judgment. He wants to carve integrity into his body and will never fall for someone who kills innocent people."

The surname Jiang is a bit weird, but overall he is still a good citizen.

Inside the villa.

Fang Zhiyuan sat in a wheelchair and looked at Jiang Wu who fell from the sky in front of him, his eyes filled with interest and inquiry. This was the first time he had truly seen Jiang Wu, the omnipotent god in Sang Yuan's words, the former national teacher of the Great Zhou, the regent king, and the god of destiny of the gods' clan. He had thought that the other party would appear in front of him in a more gorgeous and magnificent way.

Who knew that the other person was only wearing silver-gray pajamas and a pair of white cotton slippers. Her long black hair was tied up high with a red hairpin and was crooked, revealing a bit of innocent childishness.

But when he saw those amber eyes, he knew that the person in front of him was neither childish nor naive. Those eyes were nothing like the eyes of a young person. They were not pretentious, nor were they cold and heartless. They were just empty and calm, as if they were looking at himself, and at the countless people he represented.

He was a little curious. According to his investigation, this person should have been reborn in the body of actor Jiang Wu half a year ago. It was only more than two hundred years since the demise of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which was much shorter than those immortal gods in the legend. He only lived a hundred years longer than ordinary people. How could there be such a big difference?

He really wanted to know the answer to this question, so he asked, "What does it feel like to live a hundred years longer than others?"

Surprisingly, he actually got an answer.

"No feeling."

With the usual calm tone, Fang Zhiyuan said thoughtfully, "It seems that it is not as good as I thought."

The sound of sirens could be heard from afar outside the villa. Fang Zhiyuan said, "Today is also a trap. You should have seen it. So what is your decision?"

Should he go on a killing spree like he did before, face the police's wanted list and be banned from appearing in public again, or should he be let off?

Jiang Wu’s answer was simple.

A golden-red spell chain suddenly appeared around him, and the next second, it pierced through the left chest of the person in the wheelchair with a "puff" sound. The dark red blood belonging to his heart instantly dyed his light blue home clothes red.

"Well--"

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly widened and he uttered an unexpected guttural sound. The immense pain made his hands tightly grip the armrests of the wheelchair, his hands were almost paralyzed and completely bloodless.

Crimson blood flowed out of his mouth. He coughed twice quickly, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head to look at the golden-red chain of spells that pierced his heart. "...It's amazing."

"Where's Sang Yuan?"

“Run away.”

Fang Zhiyuan's pale face forced a teasing smile, "He is very afraid of you. He was seriously injured last time in Clear Water Bay, so this time he used me as bait and ran away early."

Jiang Wu looked at him without saying anything, but Fang Zhiyuan seemed to know what he was thinking, "You want to know why I didn't run away?"

"Even if I'm not disabled, I can't escape. If I offend someone like you who possesses supernatural powers, I will probably have no choice but to wait for death."

"But I still want to meet you and see what the legendary gods from thousands of years ago looked like."

He raised his pale face and looked at Jiang Wu, his breath getting heavier and heavier, "To be honest... it's a bit unexpected... You are like a person who doesn't even know what to do..."

Jiang Wuping's eyes suddenly froze for a moment. Fang Zhiyuan successfully caught this subtle change, and the corners of his mouth curved deeper. "He said that Han Zhong looks exactly like Yan Zhong back then. What about me... do I look like the person you know?"

Jiang Wu didn't answer, but in fact, he looked alike. Although Ran He was a military general, he was handsome and gentle. He also had a mole on his face, but it was not under his eye, but on his jaw. When he was scheming against someone, he would raise the corner of his mouth, and the mole would move with it.

Sometimes he would take a look like that, and then Yan Zhong would cover his eyes to prevent him from seeing, Ran He would show a helpless expression, and Tu Chang would laugh aside. Lan Siming would not participate in such jokes, but he would not go far away either. He would just stand not far away and spit, saying that Yan Zhong did not act like a prince all day long, but like a newly married young wife who was jealous all day long. Then a group of people gathered around the campfire in the night and laughed together again.

Jiang Wu would not laugh, he did not understand what was so funny, but he would watch each of their faces flickering in the light of the fire, which was something that would not exist in Qiling Mountain.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Fang Zhiyuan didn't pursue the answer any further and just asked him, "...Where are you going?"

"Find a place." Jiang Wu said.

At this time, a familiar sound of hurried footsteps came from behind. Jiang Wu knew that he could not stay there any longer. With a thought, he pulled back the spell chain from Fang Zhiyuan's heart, bringing up a string of blood that fell to the ground like plum blossoms blown down by the wind.

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly widened, and then gradually dimmed.

Jiang Wu turned around and tried to leave, but the spell chain circling around his body flew in the opposite direction and pierced Fang Zhiyuan's forehead. A ball of black mist the size of a finger joint that was hidden in his hair was forcibly pulled out.

"ah--"

Hei Wu screamed in fear, "Don't kill me! I was wrong! Master! I was wrong! I will tell you everything! I know what Yan Zhong did!"

The golden-red chain rolled the black mist into a ball, and finally turned into a black pearl and flew into Jiang Wu's palm.

"I never agreed to take you as my apprentice."

"I know how to restore Yan Zhong's memory!"

Jiang Wu ignored him, put away the black pearl, sealed its five senses, and was about to leave when he heard an urgent shout from behind -

"Jiang Wu!"

“…”

He paused and just froze there.

The sky had turned completely dark, and a steady stream of rain began to fall, hitting the roofs and flower beds, composing a familiar tune. For thousands of years, everything in the world was like a scroll painting recording past events, all still vivid in my mind.

The raindrops were blocked by an invisible force before they landed on the hair, and the silver-grey pajamas were not stained by even a drop of rain. The young man standing in the yard had black hair tied with a red rope, and his figure was as slender as jade, without a speck of dust.

Jiang Wu slowly turned around and saw Han Zhong walking towards him step by step. He saw his hair wet from the rain and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. His white shirt was wrinkled, perhaps because of the sweat or the wetness. The hems of his high-end custom-made trousers were stained with mud. He could imagine how dusty he was all the way here.

He had never seen Han Zhong so ferocious before, but he felt that he was very much like the man who rushed towards him on the battlefield that year.

Han Zhong stared at him steadily, his dark eyes revealing a look of near panic and helplessness, as if he was afraid that he would leave, and also afraid of disturbing him. He only dared to stand a few steps away and look at him, his eyes red.

Jiang Wuxiang wondered if he was crying.

He opened his mouth and said something, but his words were drowned out by the sudden increase in the sound of rain.

Don't come over here.

Han Zhong vaguely recognized his mouth shape, his eyes turned red, and he ran forward like crazy.

How could she not come? How could she just let him go? Even if Yan Zhong did something wrong to him, what does it have to do with Han Zhong? He doesn't have Yan Zhong's memory, and he has been a substitute for so long, why should he bear Yan Zhong's mistakes? ! He will never admit it!