Chapter 218 Paper Crane

The tremor quickly spread to the entire Mozi Mountain. In a forest somewhere under the East Peak, Fang Zhiyi staggered. His men beside him quickly supported him and said, "Boss Fang, there's an earthquake. Let's go!"

Fang Zhiyi had a gloomy face and said nothing, his eyes fixed on the front of his sight, where lay a stone tablet covered with crimson spells. The stone tablet was ancient and old, with moss all around, and half of it had been dug out.

Next to the stone tablet stood a white wolf as tall as an adult's waist. Its pure white fur was extremely rare, but the fur on its left front leg was stained red with blood, and it was obviously injured.

Despite this, the white wolf did not retreat at all. Instead, it lowered its body, and its bright golden pupils were looking at him coldly. It let out a fierce growl and looked ready to attack at any time, as if it was looking at a prey that was about to be swallowed. It was chilling.

Fang Zhiyi only brought six people with him, and three of them had been bitten on their arms and calves. There was no time to bandage the wounds, so they could only confront the white wolf with guns.

Half an hour ago, they had just dug out the stone tablet with a shovel when the white wolf pounced towards them silently from the forest and almost bit off the neck of one of them. Fortunately, they brought guns and forced the white wolf to the side, but the white wolf soon pounced on them again, and was extremely agile. It forced them back from the stone tablet, and then used its tall body to block the broken stone tablet. As long as they got one step closer, it would bare its teeth and let out a fierce growl. There was no doubt that it was protecting the stone tablet.

White wolves are rare to begin with, and there is not even a bird in this mountain. A white wolf suddenly appeared and guarded the stone tablet tightly. Anyone who saw it would know that something was wrong. The few people brought by Fang Zhiyi immediately wanted to retreat, but Fang Zhiyi refused to let them retreat. He used bullets and banknotes, threats and inducements to force them to tangle with the white wolf for more than ten minutes.

It took them three casualties to injure one of the white wolf's front legs. But before they could fire again, the ground beneath their feet suddenly began to shake, as if the mountain was shaking. These signs, combined with the legend they had heard before that gods lived on Mount Mozi, made them believe that they had offended the gods of this mountain and would die if they stayed any longer.

Several people were about to leave with Fang Zhiyi, when at this moment, a deafening sound was heard, as if the sky had fallen. Several people looked up and saw that the tall mountain that had originally stood not far away had disappeared. Only a cloud of dust filled the sky above the mountains and forests, and rubble broke and splashed in all directions, falling on their heads like flowers scattered from heaven.

"The mountain... the mountain is gone?!"

"It's over, it's over. There really are gods. There really are gods. The gods are angry!"

"Boss Fang, let's go! If you don't leave now, you'll really die!"

“…”

Fang Zhiyi gritted his teeth, turned his head to look at the white wolf, and hurried down the mountain with his men.

The next second after they left, a pitch-black crow suddenly flapped its wings and followed. The white wolf that had been guarding the stone tablet let out a howl and was about to leap, but the next second a slightly childish voice rang out from the forest, "Forget it, stop chasing."

The white wolf froze for a moment, and turned around, lifting its injured leg. It saw a paper crane slowly flying towards it, so it put its nose close to it and growled twice.

"Come with me."

After leaving behind these light words, the paper crane flapped its wings and flew away towards the forest behind it. The white wolf followed briskly, lifting its injured leg, and soon disappeared into the dense forest.

The East Peak collapsed, and the formation inside Mozi Mountain changed instantly. The moment Jiang Wu stepped out of the tomb, he happened to see the East Peak collapse, and his eyes instantly turned cold.

This is Qiling Mountain, where he grew up and the only old thing left of him after a thousand years. He had set up the formation in the first place to keep Yan Chong's corpse undisturbed, and secondly to keep the Feng Shui and fortune of the deep part of the mountain unchanged. Even after many years, as long as one stepped into the formation, it would be the same as the life he once lived.

Even if the house he once lived in has long since disappeared, as long as the appearance remains unchanged, his master will still recognize his home when he returns.

To him, this mountain was more important than the Great Zhou Palace, so he buried Yan Zhong's body here. He didn't own much, and this place stored everything he had.

Han Zhong noticed the coldness coming from him and asked, "Can you still get out?"

Jiang Wu said nothing.

Han Zhong then understood that the formation had changed and they couldn't get out.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Wu said.

Han Zhong smiled and said, "It's okay."

Jiang Wu raised his eyes and looked at him. After a moment, he asked the question he wanted to ask before, "Your parents will be sad."

"Yeah." Han Zhong did not deny it, "Xiao An will help me explain it to them."

The implication is that he had already arranged everything before entering the mountain.

Jiang Wuzhizhu, he was never as thoughtful as Han Zhong, and he couldn't consider people other than Han Zhong, but Han Zhong was different from him. In this life, he had a family who loved him, a happy family, and a bright future. He shouldn't be trapped in this deep mountain.

"If I can recover to the Guanshi realm, I can reshape the formation and open a way out."

In the past, when he was drunk, he even reconstructed the huge Poor Mountain, so the East Peak was naturally no problem. But now his soul is lacking, and he may not reach the Guanshi realm even if he cultivates for another 200 years. The only way now is to absorb the soul in the black jade.

Han Zhong understood what he meant, but since he saw Jiang Wu crying in the tomb, he didn't dare to mention it again, so he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Maybe Xiao An can find a way to save us."

Jiang Wu wanted to say that this formation was not to block them with the mountain road, but to completely wipe them off the map. No one could find them and they could not get out.

"Don't lie to me about what the consequences of losing that part of my soul will be."

“…”

Han Zhong felt amused and thought that his trust in Jiang Wuxin had been broken. This was the second time he heard the words "Don't lie to me".

He sighed inwardly, and this time he did not hide it any more, "Maybe I will lose my five senses, or my body will become weak, or I will die young, or I will lose my memories of my past life again, or even my memories of this life. I am not sure."

Jiang Wu understood. Although that part of the soul existed in the black jade, it was closely related to Han Zhong's evil body. Han Zhong's sudden fear of the coldness brought by the evil spirit was probably because he absorbed the soul in the black jade of Qingming Mountain.

He fell silent, and then suddenly asked, "In your previous life, was there no other way?"

Unexpectedly, Han replied, "Yes."

Jiang Wu was startled, and suddenly looked up at him, "What can we do?"

Han Zhong looked helpless, "I don't know."

Without waiting for Jiang Wu to ask further questions, he continued, "In my previous life, I knew there was a way, but I didn't tell my current self."

This sentence successfully confused Jiang Wu. He looked at Han Zhong blankly, "I don't understand."

Han Zhongqian smiled at him, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "Jiang Wu, in your eyes, what kind of person was I in the past?"

Jiang Wu didn't understand why he asked this, but he answered honestly, "Resourceful, brave, childish, annoying..."

Han Zhong interrupted his complaints helplessly, "Emotionally."

"Emotionally..." Jiang Wu looked into the dark eyes, remembering the way he looked at him when he was dying on the dragon bed in his previous life, and the love he had hidden for a lifetime, "a kind person who loved me very much."

Han Zhong was delighted by his words, but still shook his head, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I love you, but not enough. I'm not a kind person either."

"I roughly know what kind of family I will be born into in my next life, and I will also get things that I didn't get in my previous life, parents, childhood, food, money, education, knowledge, manners, kindness, justice... and the ability to love."

A complicated smile appeared on his face. "I know we will meet again. I have been waiting for you in the coffin for too long, so long that I almost forgot what you look like. So I really want to see you once, so I hid part of my soul that stores my memories of my previous life in the black jade, hoping that when you integrate it into your body, I can see what you look like again."

"But I'm also concerned about you feeling emotionally attached to this face that looks just like mine."

"I can't help it. I'm jealous."

There was a gentle smile in his eyes, but his tone was full of helplessness and despair. "He is destined to be much better than me. When I think about how he can use my face to capture your heart without knowing anything, I am so jealous that I want to curse this body. But this body is for you, I can't damage it."

"So I can only ensure that this body can only be used by you to ascend."

“…”

Jiang Wu stared at him blankly, his mind went blank for a moment, and he suddenly understood why Han Zhong was determined to send himself to his death, because this was the only way that Yan Zhong in his previous life left for his future self, a dead end.

He thought that even if the soul in the black jade was not a true ownerless soul, Yan Zhong was still a rare genius. He was obviously a mortal, but he had figured out the secret of ascension. He not only calculated what would happen a thousand years later, but even included himself.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say. It was the first time he experienced a situation where someone made him feel pain, but he was reluctant to cause pain to the other person.

"I'm sorry to make you sad again." Han Zhong went forward and hugged him, whispering, "I left myself a way out, but I don't know what that way is yet."

"But I don't mind staying in this mountain with you as punishment for keeping this from you, so you don't have to feel bad."

The vibrations under my feet continued, and the increasingly strong mountain wind made the trees, flowers and plants in the valley rustle.

Jiang Wuxiang decided that he couldn't let Han Zhong be trapped here with him. Every time this man told him a secret, he wanted to take action, but he couldn't. He was almost suffocating.

He held the black jade in his pocket, thinking about how to control the strength of absorption. At worst, he could go out and try to peel off the soul.

Suddenly, the wind around him made a different sound, like wind blowing through the pages of a book. He looked up and saw that many white paper cranes had appeared above his head. Countless and densely packed paper cranes were flying above the valley, flying towards the East Peak one after another. The originally destroyed formation was actually recovering a little.

Specks of golden light gathered above his head, forming a huge halo that enveloped the entire Mozi Mountain.

Han Zhong was a little surprised. Just as he was about to say, "Could this be the backup plan I left in my previous life?", he was suddenly grabbed by Jiang Wu's collar. His amber eyes were brighter than ever, as if they were glowing.

"That is my Master's light!"

“…”

Han Zhong looked at the undisguised joy on his face, and suddenly remembered that he had never seen Jiang Wu with this expression in his past or present life, and his heart felt a little sour.

Light? Is he a firefly?