Chapter 179 Life and Death
Chapter 179 Life and Death
Like a morning bell, like an evening drum.
This voice echoed in Song Jinglun's sea of consciousness.
The various thoughts lingering in his mind were like a flock of gulls and herons on the water, startled and scattered.
But in an instant, he woke up from the emotions that led him to make the terrible decision. He realized and understood what he was doing. His face instantly turned as pale as paper and his eyes were filled with fear. Where was the resentment and anger?
The entire Wangjing City was watching him, and he was killing Gu Zhuo.
Song Jinglun is not an idiot, how could he not know the consequences of doing this?
Her Royal Highness the Princess will be extremely angry, and His Majesty the Emperor will certainly intervene personally, and everyone in the court and the country will be shocked.
What will happen to the Song family, which is so powerful in the capital?
It is not certain that the whole family will be executed, but it is very likely that their property will be confiscated, and it is not surprising that they will be exiled to the frontier.
What about him?
The death penalty cannot be avoided, and the living penalty cannot be escaped either.
All the good things he has now will disappear, and he will never see the light of day again for the rest of his life.
Thoughts only last for a moment.
Reality is coming.
Song Jinglun's mind was completely overwhelmed by despair. The tears from regret and the rain blurred his eyes. He wanted to cry and his tears kept flowing.
Because he knew that he had no way to save the current situation. The only thing he could do was to watch Gu Zhuo die with his own eyes awake and accept the cruel fact that was about to come.
In an instant, he had a strong urge to commit suicide.
What else can he do now except die?
If he died, at least he would have escaped the punishment of living a life of suffering.
Going to hell and being punished and cursed by your ancestors is another matter.
Just as he was about to die with Gu Zhuo and end his absurd life unwillingly, a voice fell into his ears.
Those were two simple words that rekindled his will and gave him the desire to live.
Of course, this sentence was said by Gu Zhuo.
"You have one last chance."
"Relax your mind."
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Before leaving the old imperial city, Gu Zhuo looked at Song Jinglun deeply.
From that moment on, he realized that something was wrong, so he prepared in advance and thought about what to do.
If not, how could he have discovered Ye Yilan's problem so quickly?
He had expected Jin Cancan to make a move. After all, in a city as big as Wangjing, there were only a few people who had the ability and willingness to kill him. Among them, the strong men from the old families could be completely excluded. The only one left was this strong man from Wuyou Mountain, right?
Due to his status, the Supervisor could not attack him head-on. That would cause a huge uproar and he would not be able to escape from it. A life for a life was inevitable.
Based on this premise, if the Supervisor is determined to get involved in today's incident, the only and best way is to use someone else's hand.
Song Jinglun is the most suitable chess piece, because he has enough intersections with Gu Zhuo, and he perfectly fits the word jealousy.
Whether it was the fact that the girl he loved had someone else admired, or that his once proudest talent had become insignificant, or that their status had changed drastically in less than a year, the gap was enough to make him a chess piece.
Yes, these reasons are essentially insufficient, but the premise is that Gu Zhuo is alive.
Once Gu Zhuo died, for the benefit of the living, some people would be willing to try to believe Song Jinglun's jealousy.
Therefore, in this deadly situation against Gu Zhuo, Song Jinglun naturally possessed a power far beyond his own realm.
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The Purification Mantra could not be changed by Song Jinglun's will, because it came from a talisman, and was also limited by his own insufficient realm and shallow understanding of Taoism.
Coincidentally, Gu Zhuo's attainments in Taoism are unprecedented.
What was impossible for Song Jinglun to do was easy for him.
That was why there was such a strange look in his eyes a moment ago.
He even thought more about it, such as whether this was a hidden test, and finally decided to say a few more words to Song Jinglun.
When Song Jinglun relaxed his mind as Gu Zhuo had said, allowing himself to intervene in his spirit and soul, the Purification Mantra suddenly stopped.
That lofty aura enveloped the field, bringing silence, but not moving forward.
The next moment, the strong men from the old families in Wangjing finally arrived outside the ruins.
Just as they were about to take action and prepare to break the Purification Spell, a shocking scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives came into view.
Gu Zhuo straightened up and stepped into that clear world.
There was no time to exclaim.
In the eyes of the people, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and brushed off the dust on his shoulders, looking as if he was normal.
I feel so pure and at ease now.
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From the moment the Purification Mantra appeared in the world, Jin Cancan left without looking back.
The old family's priests would naturally not let him go and tried to stop him, but although his realm was not as high as that of the Supervisor, he was still one of the strongest people in the world.
What's more, Wuyoushan's second best thing is running away.
After all, missions are bound to fail, and being alive is the most fundamental thing.
Therefore, Jin Cancan walked really fast.
But in the blink of an eye, he broke through the encirclement and was about to dive into the storm and disappear without a trace.
Gu Zhuo has always had a broad mind, but that doesn't mean he doesn't hold grudges.
The Purification Mantra moved according to Song Jinglun's will, and suddenly crossed a distance of more than a hundred feet and descended on Jin Cancan's body.
This is a Taoist method that almost ignores distance and is entirely within the reach of the soul.
Jin Cancan could naturally sense the arrival of the Purification Mantra, and was inevitably surprised.
However, he still did not turn around, but moved the shovel behind him and took the blow head-on.
A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, making his face pale as paper in an instant.
The shovel was not broken, unlike the two life instruments he had broken before, but there was obvious distortion on the shovel, and he didn't know how to repair it. Jin Cancan smiled miserably.
At the very beginning, he thought that the Purification Mantra was meant to kill him and silence him, so that the secret would remain in the heart of the dead. However, he did not expect that Song Jinglun inexplicably wanted to kill Gu Zhuo, which surprised and delighted him.
As things turned out, the purification spell finally fell on him, and he could neither dodge nor avoid it.
The only thing that puzzled him was that he thought he would die instantly, but unexpectedly he was only seriously injured.
He had no time to be thankful or think too much, he just staggered away, his figure being submerged by the heavy rain.
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In the wind and rain, Gu Zhuo calmly withdrew his gaze.
Then he walked up to the trembling Song Jinglun, smiled a little abruptly, and said gently: "Don't forget."
Song Jinglun took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, not daring to show fear, and nodded seriously.
Gu Zhuo said no more and turned to leave.
Under the guidance of others, he came to the side of the vice president, which was not far from the ruins.
The candlelight dispelled the darkness, illuminated the wrinkled face, and made the eyes brighter.
Someone whispered to Gu Zhuo, "We have all tried our best."
Gu Zhuo remained silent.
The moment the shovel broke open his chest, he knew this would be the result, and there was no need to be disappointed.
He looked down at the vice-president, wanting to say something, but couldn't remember.
The vice president took the lead, stared into his eyes, and smiled with difficulty: "There are not so many reasons. If there really is a reason, it is that I want to prove something."
Gu Zhuo said softly, "Please speak."
The vice president struggled to sit up, but was unable to do so.
Gu Zhuo reached out and slowly helped him up.
The vice-president stood straight, with his back as straight as in previous years, just like when he was walking in Cheung Chau Academy.
He looked serious and said word by word: "For your matter, I did have regrets, self-blame, annoyance, and many other similar thoughts, but I have never had..."
At this point, his voice gradually became weaker, and his life had reached its final moment.
So he slowly closed his eyes, stopped looking at the world, and shouted those two words in a hoarse throat.
"…selfish."
The sound was not loud, and was even faint, because his stomach had been ripped open, so how could everyone hear it?
Death and pain were not scary things to the vice president. He had been experiencing and enduring such pain day and night over the past year.
However, at this moment he was really scared. He tried his best to keep his eyelids open and took a deep breath. He began to hate and regret why he said so much nonsense.
Just at this moment, Gu Zhuo's voice fell into the ears of the vice-president.
Those are four very simple words.
"I heard."
Gu Zhuo paused and said to the vice president: "In fact, I never thought that you had any selfish motives in the matter of Tongsheng Dan."
The vice president was stunned, not knowing whether to be happy or sad, but he soon decided that this was something worth being happy about, so he finally died peacefully.
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Using death to prove a fact is certainly not worthy of praise, but it is at least worthy of respect.
Gu Zhuo sat there, silent for a long time.
There was dead silence in the room.
I don't know how much time passed, he slowly stood up and said calmly: "I still have some things to do."
Everyone present was looking at him, subconsciously wanting to speak up and dissuade him.
"I won't let anything happen to me."
Gu Zhuo shook his head and refused, saying, "So you guys shouldn't let anything happen to Song Jinglun."
After saying this, he walked out the door.
People made way for him.
Outside the door, the evening rain has stopped.
The setting sun is gone, it must have sunk into the mountain.
The clouds were dissipating, and the sky was a very deep blue, quiet, lonely and cold.
The whole Wangjing was like this, quiet and dead silent.
Suddenly the wind started blowing.
This wind is so angry!
Gu Zhuo's sleeves were lifted up, and his hair was blown into a mess, pointing straight forward, rustling.
Like a flag in the wind.
So he stepped forward.
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In the private room of the restaurant.
De Qiusi remained silent.
From Pei Jinge's gentle retelling, he already knew the final outcome of this murderous game.
At this moment, he was like Jin Cancan not long ago, with a table full of delicacies in front of him, but he had no intention of picking up his chopsticks.
Pei Jinge suppressed his smile.
"I've been waiting for this moment."
She looked at De Qiusi with a half-smile and asked, "What about you?"
(End of this chapter)