Chapter 210 Embrace

His gaze was not hidden at all, and Han Zhong came straight to him, "What's wrong, Master Yan?"

Yan Zhishan did not beat around the bush and asked his question directly, "The evil spirit in this mountain is extremely strong. Even my junior brother needs to silently recite the Heart Purification Mantra to resist it. How come Mr. Han is not affected at all?"

This question caused everyone present to fall silent for a while. Rong Anzhou had also learned a lot about evil spirits recently. He roughly knew that evil spirits had a bad reputation. The so-called body full of evil spirits was not a good thing either. If these Taoists knew about it, they would be attacked and suppressed.

Although he didn't think these Taoists who couldn't even protect their own mountain could do anything to his brother, he still couldn't resist some of their strange methods, which annoyed him greatly. But now the truth is revealed?

He subconsciously reached for the gun at his waist. His bodyguards noticed that the atmosphere was not right. Although they didn't understand why, they also took the same defensive action.

The atmosphere was a little tense, but Han Zhong's expression didn't change. He just pulled down his collar to reveal something hanging around his neck, "Maybe it's because of this."

When everyone looked over, they saw a red rope inlaid with gold threads hanging around his neck, on which hung a nine-layer palace bell. It looked ordinary, but Zeng Zhiyang exclaimed, "Oh my God, such strong luck, what kind of treasure is this?!"

"The Divine Bell of the Shenxiao Sect... that's not right." Bai Xianling squinted his eyes and looked at it again. Suddenly he smiled and looked at Jiang Wu, "Is this red rope a gift from Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Wuhui: "Yeah."

Yan Zhishan stared at the red rope for a while, and naturally found that the material of the red rope was not simple, and was closely related to Jiang Wu. However, because Jiang Wu's soul was damaged, the power of the red rope was much weaker, but the powerful luck entangled in it still could not be ignored.

It is no exaggeration to say that if this red rope is handed to a person who has nothing and is seriously ill, that person will be healthy and wealthy within a year. However, this person's family background is too good, which conceals this fact, so that only the bell engraved with the soul-calming and heart-clearing spell shows its effect.

He looked away and stopped talking. Over there, Jiang Wu fed the white dragon a piece of dried meat, and then released the bird again. The bird spread its white wings and flew through the miasma-filled forest, occasionally making one or two chirps, as if calling them to follow.

No one had any questions, and everyone followed the white eagle in silence.

An hour later, they walked out of the miasma-filled forest. The wind in the mountains also changed direction, and they found a safe place to set up camp and rest in advance.

With the people brought by Rong Anzhou, there was naturally no need for Jiang Wu and Han Zhong to take action. The two of them sat under a tree and watched. Even if the temperature of this mountain did not change, the temperature in the deep mountains in late spring was very low. Jiang Wu turned his head from time to time to see if the expressions of the people around him changed.

After going back and forth, Han Zhong simply put the person in his arms and hugged him from behind, resting his chin on Jiang Wu's shoulder, "This is more convenient."

Jiang Wukao sat in his arms and could clearly feel the slight vibration of his chest when he spoke. The warm breath and low voice in his ears made his earlobes itchy, and even itched to his heart. He couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his chest.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Han Zhong was just about to loosen his grip when he noticed the person in his arms pushing into his arms again. He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and saw the red, white earlobe of the person in his arms. His heart felt slightly warm, and he lowered his head to kiss the red earlobe.

The forest was very quiet and only the sound of the wind could be heard in the distance. Jiang Wu could not feel any wind at all. The embrace behind him was slightly cool, but fortunately, it was only slightly cooler than that of an ordinary person.

Han Zhong held the map on Mozi in one hand and circled something on it with a pen in the other. Jiang Wu snuggled in his arms and looked at his hand holding the pen. That hand was half a knuckle larger than his, with even and strong joints, fair skin, and some faint marks on the base of the thumb, like marks of holding a gun. A few blue blood vessels were vaguely visible from the back of his hand to the inside of his wrist, appearing and disappearing as he circled. He could feel the control of this big hand as it flexed and stretched.

Jiang Wu stretched out his hand and held it as if possessed by a ghost. The palm of his hand still felt the slightly cool touch of flesh and blood, but even every inch of skin and bones seemed very familiar to him, and he liked every part of it.

Han put down his pen and shook his hand back, "Cold?"

He was scolded right after he asked the question, because he found that his body temperature was lower than Jiang Wu's. Even if Jiang Wu felt cold, he couldn't keep him warm.

Jiang Wu may have also realized this, and did not answer the question. Instead, he leaned in his arms with his eyes downcast, kneading his hands, and said, "Will the body of accumulated evil eventually ascend to become an immortal?"

Han Zhong was silent for a moment, lowered his head and held the person tighter in his arms, "No."

Jiang Wu just thought he was comforting himself. After all, Han Zhong didn't have Yan Zhong's memory, so how could he know what the end of the evil body would be.

"Master once said that living a long life is not a rare thing. The reason why mortals think that the gods' favored race live long is because mortals themselves live short. It's like when cats and dogs look at people, they think that if people live really long, they will create many things and even change the world. But in fact, they are all the same and there is nothing special about them."

"I've been thinking for a while that no one in this world can really control their destiny, because destiny itself is a story connected by the choices we make one after another. When we think we control our destiny, we have already become part of it."

Jiang Wujing said quietly, "If I had gone down the mountain with my master that year, you wouldn't have met me, and I wouldn't have gone to Xiangdu with you, nor would I have gone to Northern Frontier. There wouldn't have been the Wujiang Palace or the Zhaixing Tower. We would have been strangers facing each other, and we wouldn't have met again in this world."

"No." Han Zhong wrapped his fingers in his palms, rubbed them gently with his fingertips, and continued, "As long as I am still alive, we will meet again, no matter how many times it happens, it will be the same."

This was too unrealistic, but Jiang Wu felt happy to hear it. He understood why the male and female protagonists in the domineering CEO romance dramas always made promises that were obviously impossible to fulfill.

Because life after life is a promise that cannot be fulfilled, but it is the highest oath that lovers can give.

"Actually, if you can recover your memory, I would like to ask you a question."

"What's the problem?"

Jiang Wu stopped playing with his fingers and lifted his eyelids slightly. "I want to know why you looked like that before you died in your previous life."

The breathing above me stopped for a moment, and then returned to normal the next second, becoming as steady and low as ever. "What kind of look?"

Jiang Wu was stunned, because to this day he still didn't know how to describe the look in Yan Zhong's eyes, so he could only express his true feelings at that time.

"It makes me feel like I can't breathe, just like when you hug me tightly, it's very uncomfortable." He immediately realized that this sentence was inappropriate and explained, "I didn't mean that you hugging me is uncomfortable, it's just a metaphor."

"Um."

"What's wrong with your voice? Are you feeling unwell?"

"...No, I'm a little sleepy."

It was indeed time for them to get sleepy. They were exhausted after a long day. Jiang Wu closed his eyes and asked, "Can I just sleep like this?"

"Can."

"Wake me up if you feel uncomfortable."

"good."

After a long silence, a very soft voice echoed in my heart, "Don't leave."

"……good."

A low, hoarse voice rang in my ears, and everything around me became completely quiet.