Red Heart Survey

After leaving Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang hid alone in the wild until dawn.

The Criminal Investigation Division has indeed sent people out to hunt them down, and the momentum is very loud. But as long as Zhuangdu doesn't send people over, it won't be considered important.

Because of this, Jiang Wang was able to relax.

Aunt Song saved him, which is why he agreed to his father's continuation. Aunt Song is Jiang Anan's biological mother, which is enough for Jiang Wang to forgive a lot.

Forced to kill Lin Zhengli, dissipated the previous resentment. He didn't know if Aunt Song could rest in peace under Jiuquan, but he promised An'an at the beginning that he would give her an explanation, and now it is considered complete.

Although Jiang An'an might not know why her mother could never write to her again.

In the Lin clan's field, Jiang Wang also admitted that he did underestimate Lin Zhengren. Under the circumstances of being overwhelmed by strength, Lin Zhengren was allowed to find a chance to escape.

There are gains and losses throughout the replay process.

People like Lin Zhengren are able to seize any tiny opportunity. Jiang Wang warned himself that if he faced Lin Zhengren in the future, he could no longer underestimate Lin Zhengren.

Jiang Wang has never been a perfect character, he will make mistakes and be careless, but he has never lacked introspection, and he has grown up through repeated setbacks.

After making sure that Du Ruhui was not disturbed, Jiang Wang never thought about looking back at Jiangcheng. A person like Lin Zhengren, thinking about it and knowing that it is impossible to give another chance, will inevitably hide in the National Dao Academy.

It can only be said that we will find another opportunity in the future.

Moreover, although Lin Zhengren is cautious and forbearing and has a terrifying heart, he is not strong enough after all. As long as Jiang Wang maintains his practice speed, once the gap in strength widens to a certain level, he will naturally be able to crush the plan.

More importantly, during this trip to Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang concealed his identity throughout the whole process, so that no one would know who he was. Even if Lin Zhengren wanted to take revenge in the future, he probably could only find Zhang Linchuan.

Back outside Fenglin city, Xiangqian was still sleeping soundly under the monument of life. There was an illusory sword shadow appearing and disappearing from time to time, and Jiang Wang knew that it was the forward natal flying sword spontaneously protecting the master.

This is a training related to Dao Xin. When he wakes up, his Dao path may be decided here.

Jiang Wang didn't bother him, he found a place not far away to sit down, stared blankly at Fenglin City for a while, then closed his eyes and entered the illusory realm.

Having obtained the Deadwood Jue, he now needs to accumulate more skills for deduction. So in the next matches of the Sword Discourse Arena, he will have nothing to hold back except for his supernatural powers.

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Time is sometimes the least of the things worth talking about.

Because you can't remember at all.

There is no sunset and moonrise, and you can't see the sky full of stars when you look up.

There was fog everywhere, cold and gloomy fog.

The mist of the netherworld shrouds the world of the yang world, and there are helpless corpses in the gap between yin and yang.

Ling He couldn't remember how many days he lived in this dark world, he only remembered how many people he buried.

He has to remember, because no one else can remember except him.

In the past...

There is no way to be specific about the time here, it can only be an approximate concept. A while ago, a long time ago...

So "before" should be a while ago.

He was eating at that time.

The people in Fenglin City were all dead, and there was still a lot of food left, but they were basically unable to eat any more due to the invasion of the Nether Mist.

Ling He has a solution. As long as he controls the mysterious yellow energy in Tongtianli and cleans it carefully, the food will return to its original state.

But now he doesn't actually need to eat.

He just wants to maintain his life as a "human" in this world.

To eat, to prove that he is still alive.

It proves that there are still people alive in Fenglin City.

Sometimes life is futile, but there are still people who live in vain.

When Ling He was eating, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he felt warm in his heart, as if being comforted by something.

He put down the bowls and chopsticks, and couldn't help but walked towards the direction of Mingming,

Walk out of the room, walk out of the courtyard, walk out of Pegasus Lane...

This small courtyard in Pegasus Lane is one of his two homes now. There is another house near the city lord's mansion, which is the house where the youngest has always lived.

He doesn't need a house, not even a bed, and a house in the dead zone doesn't seem to have any meaning.

But Ling He just felt...

Someone must live in the house, otherwise it will lose popularity.

He didn't want the homes of the third child and the youngest child to remain so silent.

Even if they... are dead.

So he lived back and forth between the two homes, cooking, washing, cleaning, and "living normally".

That feeling of being soothed is nostalgic.

But not long after leaving Pegasus Lane, that feeling disappeared.

Ling He froze in place, feeling a sense of emptiness and loss.

Then turn around and continue to "live".

Cooking, laundry, sweeping, chanting sutras, collecting corpses, and annotating scriptures.

He's always doing these things over and over again. There is no need for meaning, the meaning lies in the things themselves.

But today, that sudden intimacy reappeared again.

At this time, Ling He had just dug a deep pit, and a dead couple hugging each other was put into the grave by him.

The emotional impulse urged Ling He to search for it quickly, and he also yearned for that feeling in his heart—in this dead world sandwiched between yin and yang, it is difficult for human emotions to appear.

But he still recited the scriptures for salvation seriously and sincerely, and then buried the grave for the couple with his own hands.

It is his necessary persistence to do things from the beginning to the end.

After completing the entire coffin ceremony, he let himself go, and went towards the feeling in his heart, towards the direction in the dark.

This area has no direction.

Although it follows the old urban pattern, it seems to be able to connect to the previous direction. But Ling He deeply understands that the direction of this world is chaotic, there is no east, west, north, south.

But the cordial feeling in my heart, the warm feeling that belongs to people, is like a beacon in the vast universe. There is no need for direction, it is direction.

This feeling lasted for a long time.

Ling He walked and walked until he reached the end of this area.

He knew very early on that this area had an end. The range of this area is the range before Fenglin City.

But the so-called end, the so-called boundary, is not as simple as a wall or a barrier.

If it was a wall, Ling He would have smashed it through. If it was a mountain range, Ling He would be able to dig through it sooner or later. But it's just "boundary".

Existing in reality and illusion at the same time is the same rule as the longitude and latitude of heaven and earth.

Impassable, impossible to pass through.

Now, Linghe is at the end of this area, at the end of a certain chaotic direction.

He felt that he was very close to that kind of kindness.

But he couldn't get any closer.

Here is the limit.

What is the reason for that feeling?

Is it a calling?

Or a kind of blessing?

Is there someone who wants to bring this area back to the present world?

Ling He couldn't judge.

But he really misses this feeling of belonging to a "human being".

Hopes, expectations, fantasies.

How precious are these words in this dead place, in this human ruin abandoned by the world!

Ling He sat down quietly, leaning against the stubborn boundary between reality and reality, and gently closed his eyes.

This was his first good night's sleep since the fall of this area.