Chapter 42: Illusion

There was silence all around him, and he was the only one in the empty Wujiang Palace. After a thousand years, he once again looked at the Wujiang Palace in his memory, from the soft and precious carpet under his feet to the tables, chairs, and bookshelves in the room, to the vase in the corner and the peach blossom inside.

He never knew that his memory was so good. He could still remember these details after so many years, just like a small object covered in dust in a corner, after dusting it off, he found that it was still as good as new.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him. He calmly put his fingertips together and turned around. The ancient black spell was like a chain wrapped around his wrist, ready to be unleashed!

"Jiang Wu?"

A familiar voice sounded, low and smiling, like the sunshine melting the first snow.

The black spell wrapped around Jiang Wu's wrist paused. He stared blankly at the person in front of him. He had a hard face with clear edges and corners, and eyes as narrow as a swallow's tail. His ink-like black pupils were darker than those of ordinary people, like cold colored glass, forever reflecting his own figure.

"... Yan Zhong?"

Although Jiang Wu had always believed that Han Zhong was Yan Zhong, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the man in front of him, wearing a black brocade robe, a jade crown on his hair, and smiling at him.

This is the 23-year-old Yan Zhong, and this is also the Yan Zhong that leaves the deepest impression in his memory. This is how he looked when they went to the northern border together.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the palace gate, holding a blooming evening iris flower in his hand. He stepped over the threshold with a smile and handed the flower between his fingers to him.

"I saw this garden of purple ibis when I came to this villa before, and thought you might like it."

He walked towards Jiang Wu, saying what he had said that year, but Jiang Wu looked at the scene indifferently, "Don't come over."

Yan Zhong seemed not to have heard his words and continued to walk forward. Jiang Wu's eyes were slightly cold, and the golden-red spell wrapped around his wrist turned into a golden-red fire snake and suddenly stabbed towards Yan Zhong's heart.

However, the imagined bloody scene did not appear. The golden-red runes directly passed through Yan Zhong's body, and Yan Zhong still walked towards him with a smile.

Jiang Wu's eyes gradually turned dark. Just as he was about to strike again, he heard the sound of a door being slammed open.

"Jiang Wu!"

Jiang Wu woke up suddenly. The Wujiang Palace in front of him disappeared. He was still standing in the lounge. Han Zhong walked up to him and frowned at him. Seeing that he was looking straight at him, he asked, "What's wrong? What happened——"

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Wu suddenly closed his eyes and fell backwards.

Han Zhong was startled and quickly reached out to catch the person, "Jiang Wu? Jiang Wu!"

He checked the other person's breathing and heartbeat, then heaved a sigh of relief and simply picked the person up.

Behind him, Yao Ping and a tall man with dark skin and spiky hair were standing at the door. Seven or eight bodyguards in black clothes were lying on the ground. They were the people who had been blocking the door before.

The hedgehog-headed man looked at the gray-haired Chang Yi sitting on the wheelchair in the corner, stretched out his hand to feel his breath, and his eyes moved slightly, "Dead."

Yao Ping was shocked. "Dead? How did he die?"

"I don't know." The hedgehog-haired man shook his head. "There are no obvious external injuries, not even any signs of struggle, and no signs of poisoning. It's like she's asleep."

"What do you mean?"

"That is to say, the possibility of a sudden illness is relatively high." The man paused, "Or you can say that he lived to the end of his life and died of old age."

Yao Ping widened his eyes in surprise and looked down at the man in the wheelchair, or Chang Yi.

It was really weird that he was a man in his thirties two hours ago, but now he suddenly turned into an old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face.

He subconsciously looked at Jiang Wu in Han Zhong's arms. The other person was already breathing evenly and heavily, and had fallen asleep.

At the same time, Zhong Xue, who was chatting with someone in the venue, suddenly heard the phone in her handbag ring. She took it out and looked at it. Her eyes changed slightly, and then she apologized to the person in front of her, and then quickly left the venue and walked towards the lounge.

As soon as she arrived at the corridor of the lounge, she saw Han Zhong coming out holding the unconscious Jiang Wu, followed by his assistant Yao Ping and a strange man with dark skin, and behind them were bodyguards lying on the ground.

Han Zhong stopped and glanced at Wu Xing behind Zhong Xue. "Isn't this Mr. Chang's assistant? Why is he following Miss Zhong?"

"Assistant Wu said that someone injured a bodyguard and broke into Mr. Chang's lounge. Among them was President Han. In order to avoid making a big fuss, I was asked to take a look." Zhong Xue glanced at the bodyguard on the ground. "I wonder what President Han is doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? You have illegally imprisoned Mr. Chang and caused him physical harm. Now I am taking him to the hospital."

"Please forgive me, Mr. Han. Jiang Wu is my friend and I am concerned about his safety. But you just barged in like this. I think I must confirm Mr. Chang's condition before you leave."

After Zhong Xue finished speaking, she winked at Wu Xing, who immediately understood and hurried into the lounge. Soon, Wu Xing's panicked voice was heard from inside, "Ms. Zhong! Mr. Chang is dead!"

Zhong Xue's eyes trembled slightly, "President Han heard that Mr. Chang is dead. I think you may not be able to leave for the time being."

Han Zhongsi was not panicked at all. Instead, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "What does his death have to do with me?"

"I know the Han family is wealthy and powerful, but do they even ignore the law?"

"I haven't violated any law, and there's no need to ignore it." Han Zhong tilted his head nonchalantly, "Yao Ping, call the police for Miss Zhong."

"yes."

Yao Ping called the police in front of several people, then looked at the bodyguard on the ground, took out a business card and handed it to Zhong Xue, "Ms. Zhong, this is the contact information of Huayue's legal department. If these gentlemen need to claim compensation, they can discuss it directly with the legal department. Of course, we also reserve the right for Mr. Chang to pursue Mr. Jiang's illegal imprisonment and personal injury."

Zhong Xue naturally didn't take it, so Yao Ping simply stuffed it into the pocket of Wu Xing who was coming out of the lounge.

Han Zhong didn't look at her again. He continued walking forward with Jiang Wu in his arms. When he passed by Zhong Xue, he stopped and said lightly, "I was so surprised when I saw Miss Zhong before, so I curiously investigated Miss Zhong's past. It was very interesting. I wonder how Miss Zhong did it?"

Zhong Xue slowly clenched her fingers, "I don't understand what President Han said, can you explain it more clearly?"

"It's very simple. I don't care who is behind you, but since he chose to hide, it means he doesn't dare to show up in front of me. So from now on, whether it's you or the person behind you, stay away from Jiang. Understand?"

"Mr. Han may have misunderstood. Jiang Wu and I are friends, and I never intended to do anything bad to him."

"You don't have to say that in front of me. I'm not as simple as him."

Han Zhong looked down at the young man in his arms, then walked forward. His low and calm voice echoed in the corridor, "I'm not as gentlemanly as you think, and I don't sympathize with women. Don't let me catch you."