Chapter 216 Back then

“A-choo!”

Rong Anzhou sneezed violently, then raised his bound hands and shouted, "I need to pee!"

A few steps ahead, Qin Yuyan was wearing a neat black and green mountaineering suit, with her long curly hair tied up high, and her plain face showed an unconcealable fatigue.

She looked at her watch expressionlessly. "You pee every five minutes. Are you impaired?"

Rong Anzhou raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "Why do you care about me?"

Three hours ago, he followed Han Zhong alone into the depths of the forest, but in the blink of an eye, Han Zhong disappeared. The scene in front of him seemed like he was transported to a scenic spot in an instant. His cell phone had no signal, so he wandered around in the forest for more than an hour. As a result, he ran into Qin Yuyan, who also led a team into the mountains but got lost.

So he was tied up.

Qin Yuyan stared at him for two seconds, "Are you deliberately stalling for time?"

"no."

"Then why don't you want to lead the way?"

"Because I'm fucking lost too!"

Rong Anzhou was simply fed up with this woman, it was like she was crazy, he had said a long time ago that he was lost but she refused to believe him and insisted that he lead the way. But what kind of a lead was that? He couldn't even find the way himself!

Qin Yuyan naturally didn't believe what he said. She knew that three days ago Zhou Yannan brought a technical team from Huayue to Mozi, including several Taoists from Qingming Mountain and Longdan Mountain. It was obvious that Han Zhong was well prepared when he went into the mountains this time. How could he leave Rong'anzhou alone?

Of course she didn't believe it, but she couldn't do anything to Rong'anzhou because she had been trapped in this mountain for three days. Although she had investigated Mozi Mountain at the beginning and brought equipment to prevent miasma, she was still caught off guard by a group of humanoid black shadows she saw on the second night. Most of the people she brought were bitten to death by the black humanoid monsters, and then they encountered wolves and poisonous insects. In the end, only three people were left.

After finally getting rid of the wolves, several strange golden lights appeared in the mountains. She thought of the four Taoists Zhou Yannan brought with her, and led people towards the golden light. However, before they had taken a few steps, they found that the rugged mountain forest in front of them had changed out of thin air. The flat place became a slope, and the slope became a flat land and a stream. This scene, like seeing a ghost in broad daylight, made them exhausted.

Qin Yuyan's patience was about to run out, and she began to take out the gun from her waist with a cold face. Rong Anzhou noticed her movements and his expression changed slightly, "...What do you want to do?"

Qin Yuyan glanced at him sideways, pulled the safety bolt with a "click", raised his hand and fired a shot into the sky. The sudden gunshot echoed above the forest for a moment and then fell silent again. Not even a bird was startled. It seemed as if there was no living thing in this forest.

Everyone knew that this was not a good sign. Qin Yuyan's already bad expression became even uglier. Suddenly, he staggered and fell forward.

"Hello!"

Rong Anzhou was startled and subconsciously raised his legs to block her. Qin Yuyan barely managed to stand steady by putting his hand on his calf. The bodyguard beside him hurriedly supported him.

Qin Yuyan frowned, pushed his legs away, and said to the bodyguard beside him that it was okay.

Rong Anzhou ignored her disapproval and slowly put his legs down. His eyes fell on her pale face. He glanced at her tightly packed winter clothes and hiking boots, and a guess came to his mind, "Special period?"

Qin Yuyan didn't say anything, half leaning against a sturdy tree, taking the water handed to him by the bodyguard and drinking it in small sips.

Rong Anzhou's guess came true, and there was a hint of surprise in his tone, "No, why would you do that? You're still going into the mountains in this state? Just to avenge your father?"

Qin Yuyan didn't look at him and replied, "It's not your father who died."

Rong Anzhou sneered, "If my father were as wicked as your father, he would be better off dead!"

The forest fell silent. Rong Anzhou looked at Qin Yuyan's lowered eyes and cleared his throat. "Well, um, I'm just a bit rude. I didn't mean it."

“It’s really despicable.”

“…”

The two of them were silent for a moment, and Rong Anzhou said, "With my brother here, you can't touch Jiang Wu. There's no need to fight to the death. Don't you businessmen like win-win cooperation and profit first? Look at it more positively."

Qin Yuyan pretended not to hear and stood up, shouting at them to keep going. Rong Anzhou was about to open his mouth to persuade them when suddenly a gunshot broke the silence of the forest again.

His face turned pale and he turned to look in the direction of the gunshot behind him.

The next second, gunshots rang out again, one after another, very quickly and continuously, and several of them overlapped, indicating that there was more than one gun.

Rong Anzhou was sure that Han Zhong only had one gun on him, so besides them and Qin Yuyan, there was a third group of people in the mountain. He immediately looked at Qin Yuyan, "Who else is in this mountain?"

Qin Yuyan's expression calmed down a bit, "I know what you mean."

Rong Anzhou's face darkened. He was not afraid of someone like Qin Yuyan, who was scheming, because such a person would be cautious in doing things. But he was afraid of a fool like Fang Zhiyi, who was all show and no substance, because he could really do stupid things.

"Damn it." He cursed and turned to walk towards the direction of the gunshot.

Qin Yuyan raised the corner of his mouth and followed with his men.

At the same time, in the tomb deep in the Mozi Mountain, Han Zhong was about to fight for the right to live for his only brother in his past and present lives when he heard the series of gunshots and his eyes immediately froze.

"Someone else has gone into the mountain." He looked at the bones in the bronze coffin covered by bright yellow prayer flags and said, "Burn them."

Jiang Wu didn't move, just tilted his head and looked at him.

Han Zhong met his gaze, and raised his lips slightly, "Why, you're reluctant? I'm really jealous."

Jiang Wu blinked and asked, "Are you willing to do that?"

From a prince in the cold palace with a rough life to a wise emperor who died of old age, a full ninety-seven years, far longer than the thirty years he spent as Han Zhong. That distant past life shaped him as deeply as a chisel. Even if he lost his memory after reincarnation, he was still the soul of his previous life.

The skeleton before him was the evidence that he had once been Yan Zhong. Once burned, there would no longer be any trace of Yan Zhong's existence in this world, only a few pages floating in the history books.

The person who really couldn't bear to let go was Han Zhong himself.

Han Zhong looked at him for a moment, then raised his lips and smiled in a low voice, "In Yan Zhong's life, the only thing worth mentioning is Jiang Wuer."

The only one who is reluctant to leave is Jiang Wuren. Now you are right in front of me, why should I be reluctant?

This time, Jiang Wujing unexpectedly understood his hidden meaning. It was as if an evening breeze was blowing gently through his heart, leaving ripples that lasted for a long time.

He looked at Han Zhong's smiling face, his dark eyes like stars, and recalled the sunset he once watched with his master.

He once thought that the mountain that trapped him was the Great Zhou Dynasty, and that sunset was the Star-Picking Tower of the Wujiang Palace, so he burned down the Star-Picking Tower of the Wujiang Palace and abandoned the Great Zhou.

Now he knew that the mountain that trapped him was this repetitive world, the loneliness in his long life, and that sunset was the everlasting longing that Yan Chong had engraved in his heart.

The flames ignited, and the corpse that had been lonely in the bronze coffin for a thousand years was gradually devoured by the golden-red flames.

As the flames flickered, Han Zhong finally saw the entire appearance of the bright yellow prayer flags. In addition to the prayer words of the Siming clan, it was also embroidered with Taoist patterns such as Yuxiao Luotai, the Twenty-Eight Constellations, and the Five Mountains and Rivers.

He was a little surprised. Although Jiang Wu did not reject things from other schools, he really did not like to learn. Otherwise, he would not have been with Zhou Gongming for decades without learning any Taoist skills. But there were things from other sects on this prayer flag?

Jiang Wu explained, "I haven't ascended to heaven, so I don't know what life will be like after death, nor do I know if God can hear my prayers. So I thought of painting all the prayers of all the sects on it, hoping that one of them will be useful and allow God to protect you from any karma."

The history books describe Yan Chong's life as legendary and heroic. People only praise how Emperor Zhaowu cut off the fate of the Northern Di kingdom with a single arrow and saved the Han Dynasty. However, he knew how many murders Yan Chong had committed. The Siming clan feared cause and effect the most, and he was afraid that Yan Chong would suffer the pain of cause and effect after his death.

His words were simple, but they stirred Han Zhong's heart over and over again. The memories of his past and present lives merged together. Those swollen emotions could not find an outlet, but only made his eyes hot again and again.

Obviously he didn't say anything in his previous life, and this little fool didn't understand anything, but she still followed her heart and did this for him.

He couldn't help but want to ask Jiang Wu to absorb the soul in the black jade again, but Jiang Wu suddenly realized something and turned his head to look at the passage of the tomb. "Someone is destroying the eye of the formation."

Han Zhong's eyebrows jumped, he knew that this formation was set up by Jiang Wu during his heyday using a forbidden spell, and it was only after a thousand years that it was barely opened by Yan Zhishan and other four people. If the core of the formation was destroyed, who knows what would happen.

He suddenly thought of something, took out the little golden ball from his pocket, and said in a serious tone, "Don't play dead."

Little Golden Ball said in a flattering tone, "Your Majesty, be safe. It must have been done by the kid from the Fang family. He wanted to avenge his brother and planned to destroy the formation of Mozi Mountain and trap you to death here."

Han closed his eyes again, "How did Fang Zhiyi know all this?"

The little golden ball chuckled and said, "I told him."

Han raised his hand and threw it towards the red-gold flame in the bronze coffin that had not yet been extinguished. The little golden ball wailed sharply, jumped out of the coffin, and squeezed into Jiang Wuhuai, "Master, help me! I am still useful!"

Han Zhong grabbed the little golden ball and pulled it out with a bad look on his face. This kid had been secretly coveting Jiang Wu back then. If he hadn't been afraid that Jiang Wu would be unhappy, he would have killed him long ago. How could it be Jiang Wu's turn to take action later?