Chapter 187 Leaving

Han Zhong runs very fast, but there are people who are faster than him.

The Little Taishan Golden Seal, which was a hundred times larger than before, appeared out of thin air above Linhai City like the real Mount Tai. The dazzling golden light illuminated the entire dark sky and smashed towards Jiang Wu with unstoppable force.

Han Zhong's pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hand desperately to grab the golden seal, but the moment he raised his hand, the huge golden Taishan Seal had already reached Jiang Wu's head, and the golden light enveloped the entire yard.

A silent collision caused a violent shock. The invisible waves made the eardrums of the people around the villa feel a sharp pain. It felt like their hearts were hit by something and they almost couldn't breathe.

The next second, after the deafening sound and the dust dissipated, people saw a figure slowly falling from mid-air above the ruins, where the dust could not reach.

With black hair and a red rope, she is as graceful as jade and untainted by dust.

The police who rushed over and the bodyguards brought by Rong Anzhou were speechless after watching this scene. Zeng Zhiyang also showed a look of shock. Yan Zhishan beside him drew his sword and rushed forward to meet the attack.

The moment Jiang Wu landed, the sword was right in front of him, but he did not dodge the sword. He just turned around, and when Yan Zhishan looked surprised, he gently waved his hand behind him.

This made Yan Zhishan's face change drastically. He quickly retreated, but he was still a step too late. The long sword in his hand broke in half silently, and the land under his feet, along with the villa, cracked a foot-long crack.

The crack was still growing, and everyone retreated in fear. However, in the panic, there was a figure who not only did not retreat, but rushed towards the crack against the flow of people.

Rong Anzhou widened his eyes and ran forward madly.

Han Zhong leaped forward, desperately reaching out to the figure on the other side of the crack, but the next second he fell into the abyss.

Yan Zhishan immediately turned around to save people, but it was too late. He could only watch Han Zhong fall into the crack.

Rong Anzhou, who was a few steps away, went blank for a moment when he saw this scene.

But unexpectedly, after Han Zhong fell to the ground, he did not fall into the abyss of the crack, or rather, there was no abyss at all. The crack that ran through half of the villa area disappeared out of thin air, as if in the blink of an eye, or as if everyone was in a trance for a moment, the villa in front of them was restored to its original state, except that the courtyard wall that had been collapsed by the golden seal was now scattered with broken tiles, bricks, and broken furnishings.

Because the courtyard wall was destroyed, the dozens of policemen who rushed in from outside saw the whole process and were stunned.

Hallucination? Or is there something wrong with their eyes? What about that huge crack? They just called the police and prepared for emergency evacuation, and now the crack has disappeared?

The raindrops overhead were getting bigger, hitting our faces with a cool sensation. Everyone felt like they had just woken up from a dream.

Only Zeng Zhiyang spat in a low voice, "You actually used illusion", then drew his sword and was about to continue chasing forward, but after running two steps, he was kicked in the back by Han Zhong, and fell to the ground with a "thump".

The fall was quite severe, and Zeng Zhiyang, who had a good temper, was still angry, "Why did you kick me?!"

Han Zhong's carefully groomed short hair had already been messed up by the rain. He raised his hand to rake his hair and looked at him with gritted teeth, "I want to slap you!"

Zeng Zhiyang felt a chill on his back and said angrily, "...Did I offend you?"

Han Zhong clenched his fists, wishing he could beat up the two Taoists and put them in jail for a few years! If it weren't for the two charlatans, he would have grabbed Jiang Wu. Maybe Jiang Wu would have gone home with him. But these two bastards rushed out and scared him away. Now he can't even be seen!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He almost wanted to kill someone. He raised his hand and reached into his pocket. Zeng Zhiyang's face changed and he quickly stepped back, "What are you doing? The police are still here!"

Han Zhong didn't even look at him. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call, speaking something to the other end very quickly.

Zeng Zhiyang's face flashed with embarrassment, and then he looked at Yan Zhishan, "...Should we still pursue her?"

"I won't chase you anymore."

"…Just let him go like this?"

Zeng Zhiyang was a little unwilling, glanced at Han Zhong, and whispered, "We have the president's support, he dare not do anything to us."

Yan Zhishan glanced at him and said bluntly, "We can't defeat them even if they catch up with us."

Zeng Zhiyang was stunned for a moment, then he remembered something, looked down at the broken sword in his senior brother's hand, and was silent.

When Han Zhong hung up the phone, the police had already confirmed Fang Zhiyuan's death. The cause of death was the same as Qin Jiawang's. An unknown object pierced his heart, and his heart was almost torn into pieces, without any shape. There was not even a possibility of treatment, but no items consistent with the murder weapon were found at the scene, so it was suspected that the body had been taken away by the murderer.

As for who the murderer is, it is clear at a glance.

The rain became lighter and the dark clouds overhead gradually dissipated. The scene of heavy rain and seawater backflow that Yan Zhishan and others had imagined did not appear. It seemed as if the rain was a sudden pleasure of God and ended hastily in the blink of an eye.

Zeng Zhiyang looked at the heartbroken man sitting in a wheelchair in the ruins of the courtyard, and was full of doubts, "He made such a big fuss just to kill one person?"

Yan Zhishan looked at the swirling evil spirit and chaotic fortune in the distant sky, and didn't think that the other party set up this formation just to kill one person. Manipulating evil spirit and fortune was not an easy task and was extremely mentally exhausting. If it was just to kill one person, it would be better to save the energy to deal with them. Now this hasty ending seemed more like... arrogance.

He suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Luo Yun, "Is he injured?"

Luo Yun paused slightly. He was captured right after leaving Qingyang Temple. How could he know that Jiang Wushou was not injured?

But Rong Anzhou heard it and immediately replied, "Yes, he was shot and lay in bed for half a month before waking up. It was the man who died over there who did it. He didn't kill innocent people!"

Yan Zhishan did not intend to care about the personal grudges between others. As long as the other party did not want to kill people, he would not care. He was concerned about another thing, "A bullet can make him sleep for half a month?"

"It's a bullet with a spell on it." Luo Yun heard this from Rong Anzhou on the way here. The other party also asked him if he had any solution. But when Bai Xianling was hit by the bullet, it was Jiang Wujiu who saved him. How could he do anything?

"So that's how it is." Yan Zhishan thought of the white hair on Jiang Wu's temples again, and guessed in his heart, "He probably won't live long."

Several people were stunned.

"What do you mean?" Han Zhong's cold and heavy voice sounded from behind him, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Yan Zhishan turned around and met his gaze. "His hair is gray, which is a sign of spiritual exhaustion. He mobilized so many troops just to kill one person. Most likely he was just trying to show off, fearing that others would find out that he is spiritually exhausted."

The soul is missing.

Han Zhong felt as if he had been hit by a club. Jiang Wu had indeed told him about this, but he did not understand it, nor did he know what the soul was for. He just thought that he should take care of his body, but he did not expect...

"Buddhists cultivate the afterlife, while Taoists cultivate this life. However, what they cultivate is the spirit and soul within the spirit platform. If the spirit and soul are missing, the path of cultivation is cut off, and the cultivator will not live long."

Yan Zhishan looked at the noble man in front of him, his eyes red with disbelief, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What's his last name?"

"……ginger."

ginger……

Yan Zhishan looked up at the ups and downs of the destiny of heaven and earth above his head, and said thoughtfully, I have the same surname as that person. However, there is no record in Taoist scriptures that that person had any descendants or disciples. It should be just a coincidence.

The matter was settled at this point. Since the other party did not cause any murder, they would not care anymore. As for the dead person, the police would take care of it. Yan Zhishan picked up the half-broken sword on the ground, turned around to leave, but was blocked by someone.

"If his soul is missing, where would he go?" Han Zhong looked at him straight, as if he was in a trance, or as if he was lost in confusion.

Yan Zhishan shook his head, "There is nothing in this world that can repair the soul."

After he finished speaking, he took his junior fellow apprentice away. This time, no one stopped him. Han Zhong stood there blankly, the raindrops on his hair slid down his brow bones to his eye sockets, and finally fell along his cheeks to his neck. For a moment, Rong Anzhou thought those were his brother's tears.

He sighed, took out his cell phone and called Zhou Yannan, hoping to find out where Jiang Wu had gone.

Champs-Elysées Villa.

Zhou Changming was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone. He opened his eyes and saw that it was pitch black outside. He was a little slow to react. He picked up his cell phone to check the time and found that it was just before six o'clock in the evening. Of course, it was not his cell phone that was ringing. The old-fashioned golden song from the last century sounded like the ringtone of a cell phone of an elderly man in his seventies.

"Zhou Yannan!"

He called out through the door, but no one answered. The ringing of his cell phone had stopped, so he had no choice but to open the door and walk out. The living room was dark and the lights were not on. He called out twice more and suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure sitting outside the floor-to-ceiling window. He curled his lips in silence.

"You have to ask me to put your ID card on your face before you realize that you can't just do whatever you want at your age?"

He walked towards the French window in his slippers, clattering around, scolding someone all the while. Suddenly, he stepped on something. He looked down and saw it was a cell phone that he had bought for Zhou Yannan.

He stared at it for a second, then looked up at the half figure sitting outside the French window and called out, "Zhou Yannan."

No one agreed.

His eyes trembled, and he called out again, "...Zhou Yannan."

He called out all the nicknames that the other party disliked, such as Third Uncle, Old Man, and Old Thing, but the person outside the French window still did not respond.

The window was not closed tightly, and the wind blew in, cold enough to penetrate deep into his bones. He suddenly shuddered and stood motionlessly in the quiet living room, staring at the figure outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

He didn't know how long he stood there. His cell phone rang in his pocket. He picked it up woodenly, "Hello."

Zhou Changyi's crying voice came from the other side, "Brother... Dad is gone..."

"oh."

He heard himself respond calmly and then hung up the phone. Then he walked step by step to the French window and opened the half-closed window. He saw Zhou Yannan sitting against the wall with his head lowered and his eyes quietly closed, as if he was asleep.

The wind outside was getting stronger and stronger. Zhou Changming was thinking aimlessly that this winter was so cold that it seemed like there would be no next year.