Chapter 144
The package that he had been holding tightly in his hand also loosened, and the gold and silver jewelry inside rolled all over the ground, and a small part of it fell into the stinking ditch, mixed with blood and mud.
Fang Yuan slowly put away the knife, stood there staring at Fang Fang at his feet, squatted down, and grabbed a handful of gold and silver jewelry with his hand.
"Nowadays, the world is very chaotic and life is not easy. Money is very important, sometimes more important than life." He murmured:
"I like money too, who doesn't like money?"
Fang Fang gasped heavily, she still had a breath left at this time, watching Fang Yuan snatch her jewelry, and unconsciously tremblingly reached out to grab Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan's eyes turned cold, and his clenched palm loosened.
He let his hands full of gold and silver jewelry roll on the ground, and with the sound of jingling, they fell into the stinking ditch next to him.
Fang Fang's eyes widened, and she only heard her brother, whose face was already somewhat unfamiliar, say:
"But in life, it's meaningless to talk about money all the time. There must be some things that are more important than money."
He stood up and looked at the gold and silver treasures mixed with blood and mud on the ground. He didn't take them, but turned around and left.
These things came from the Wan family and from Fang Fang. He didn't take them because they were dirty.
When he reached the corner of the alley, he couldn't help but turn his head back and glanced at Fang Fang's lifeless body.
"Now, I have no family."
....
Half an hour later.
Fang Yuan returned to the courtyard of the Fang family's old house alone.
The night wind rose again, and the shadows of the trees swayed. He sat cross-legged under the tree, looking at the swaying shadows of the trees on the wall, and then looked down at his bloody palms, slightly absent-minded.
They were all dead, all dead, and he was the only one alive.
In addition to his entire family, those who died one after another because of this incident, even the two old people of the Qiao family who took the initiative to get involved in this matter, Qiao Shuanglin and Qiao Senlin.
Fang Yuan had not had much contact with the latter, and was very unfamiliar with him.
Because he was afraid that this old man, who was a little older than Qiao Shuanglin and was also a warm-hearted old man like Qiao Shuanglin, would be involved in Wan Ronghua's affairs.
But things did not go as he expected, and Qiao Senlin died.
When he was helpless, someone helped him hold an umbrella, which made him see a little fleeting hope, but not long after, the person who helped him hold the umbrella also died.
Although he had avenged his great revenge, his heart seemed empty at this time.
There was no need to look for his younger sister, because his younger sister had died in his hands.
There was no need for revenge, because Wan Ronghua and Jian Gui also died in the hands of the old man of the Qiao family.
At this time, he was only confused.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, practicing the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" over and over again, and he didn't know how time passed. The east gradually turned pale.
The sky gradually brightened, and the morning sun rose, dyeing the clouds with a layer of gold, and then gradually illuminating the sky.
Fang Yuan opened his eyes, and the depression in his heart faded a little.
When people live, they must find some reasons and directions for themselves.
When he looked at the rising sun, although he still felt empty in his heart, he occasionally flashed the back of an old man who was not generous.
"It would be great if I were also a member of the Qiao family."
Fang was not his original surname. Fang Yuan's biological father's surname was actually Qiao, but he was just an ordinary family with no background.
Fang Yuan lowered his head and looked at the blood that was still dried on his hands.
"Even if my hands are stained with blood, even if I will be spurned by the world and smeared... I also want to try holding an umbrella for others, what kind of taste is it?"
He didn't want to be a righteous and heroic knight in the world, he didn't have that kind of great and glorious ambition.
It's just that the Qiao family had held an umbrella for him in the past, so he thought... If he also became a person who held an umbrella for others, maybe the depression and emptiness in his heart would fade a little?
The morning light illuminated the sky, and the sound of chickens crowing came from outside the yard. Fang Yuan sat cross-legged on the ground and continued to practice silently.
Two hours ago, when it was still dark.
Qiao Mu had gotten rid of the pursuers and made up his mind to rush towards Caishikou.
This death evaluation: C (You died, but the rich and powerful will begin to regard you as a taboo that is not easy to mess with)
Death consumes life: 5 (2.5*2) years
Remaining number of resurrections this week: 3/5
Current age: 108 years old
Qi and blood: 41%
Skills: Omitted
Broken Void Finger (Minor Success)
One death, another five years of hard training.
The memories are like a dream. In Qiao Mu's memory, he practiced hard day and night, and his sweat dripped through the ground. After tasting the sweetness of "Broken Void Finger", he continued to practice hard and finally practiced Broken Void Finger to the minor success level.
Now, his ability to control internal energy is even stronger, which can make the internal energy more condensed and extend the distance of Broken Void Finger's air attack to ten meters away.
His mind returned to reality. Qiao Mu passed by Caishikou and finally stood on the eaves, his eyes fixed on Qiao Zhong's head stuck on the wooden stake.
Qiao Shuanglin, who had been rehabilitated, did not say anything.
Qiao Zhong was regarded as a traitor by Emperor Yonghe. He was beheaded and displayed for many days at Caishikou. He was even specially treated with antiseptic treatment to let the head be exposed to the sun for a longer time and rot later.
Qiao Mu was a man without taboos and had no taboos about corpses.
Even if Qiao Zhong's head continued to be displayed at Caishikou for half a month, he would not be unhappy.
But since the Qiao family's blood revenge personality was here, he had to come to Caishikou to take the head of Qiao Zhong, the "younger generation of the family".
But when Qiao Mu was about to act.
A ray of rainbow light fell from the sky and stood still in mid-air. It was Daozhen, a disciple of the Dao Dao Sect.
"Yes, it seems that the Qiao family's image as strong warriors has been firmly established and cannot be broken down. Even this Taoist knows that I am coming to Caishikou to take my head."
Qiao Mu had no choice but to stretch his muscles at the same time and put his hand on the scabbard at his waist.
"Mr. Qiao, please don't worry." Daozhen smiled and spread his hands, indicating that he had no intention of taking action.
Daozhen is very curious about Qiao's family.
In the beginning, he was just out of interest, doing it casually, observing people with extraordinary aspirations among ordinary people.
Like the Qiao family, like Hai Wuya in the Heavenly Prison, and like Qin Shiqing who killed his wife to become a Taoist, in his eyes they are all extraordinary people, and they are all worthy of careful observation.
It was only after several attempts to restrain the soul that he failed to realize that something was wrong.
Naturally, the soul arresting technique cannot hit every target, and there is indeed a possibility of failure.
But after failing three times in a row, he came up with a more interesting idea.
"Don't rush to take action. Your death in my hands is meaningless. You, the Qiao family, deserve a more meaningful death." He smiled:
"If you are brave, why not let me show you a spectacular way to death?"
Qiao Mu blinked, and his interest suddenly became stronger, but he still had a sneer on his face:
"Why, you don't mean to let me break into the palace at night, do you?"
"What do I want to fight for, what do I want to die for, and what does it have to do with you?"
He couldn't guess what Daozhen was thinking. He just subconsciously questioned it and didn't want to follow the path pointed by him.
God knows what this person is thinking about?
"Invading the palace at night? It sounds interesting." Daozhen really thought about it seriously:
"If you really want to break into the palace at night, that's not impossible. I can also show you the way."
"This is a way to die, but are you really willing to die like this? If you are a true hero who values righteousness over life and death, you should have another place to go."
Qiao Mu frowned. This immortal cultivator seemed to be using a provoking method?
He guessed that as a member of Qiao's family, he had no fear of life or death, so he was preparing to lure him with something?
"Tell me about it?" he asked.
"Forty years ago, the alien war that shocked Kyushu had another hidden agenda." Daozhen said with a smile:
"The world only knows that the hundred thousand elite troops of the Great Yan Dynasty were wiped out, leaving only Wu Shengren alive, but they don't know that this is actually just a scam."
"What if I say, there are other survivors among the 100,000 elites, and they are still fighting in the hinterland of the Immortal Sect to this day?"
"The Qiao family has always valued righteousness over life and death. If you are a true hero, would you dare to go to the place where you will die and meet the remnant army of the past who have resisted until now?"
Daozhen held his chin with one hand and carefully observed Qiao Mu's expression.
Although the Qiao family has a reputation, the family's reputation cannot represent an individual's character, so he asked this question.
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"Really? I don't believe it."
After hearing what Dao Zhen said, Qiao Mu really didn't believe it.
When it comes to the alien war forty years ago, his ears are almost numb from hearing it.
"Given the strength gap between the officers and soldiers of Xianmen and Dayan, how can the officers and soldiers defend an isolated city for forty years?"
"Besides, I heard that after that station, all the original 100,000 elite troops were wiped out. The area within a hundred miles was reduced to a desert with no grass growing. Not even a trace of the city could be found and it no longer existed."
One hundred thousand officers and soldiers equals one hundred thousand families.
Moreover, the battlefield is located in Zhongzhou, not some remote frontier place.
Therefore, according to common sense, in the past forty years, many people from the court and the people should have visited that battlefield, but no survivors were found, so the result can be imagined.
Daozhen was still calm and did not have any emotional ups and downs due to Qiao Mu's doubts:
"How can a mortal human being with naked eyes be able to break through the illusion of immortality?" He smiled and said:
"The lone city within a radius of dozens of miles is within the scope of the Immortal Illusion Formation. Naturally, no mortal can reach that city no matter how they walk."
"As for why the Immortal Sect kept those remnant soldiers for forty years, there is naturally an ulterior motive."
Daozhen didn't say it clearly.
For cultivators, mortals are a resource.
Not only can it provide incense, but the souls of mortals are also a material for refining magic weapons.
Demonic monks would sacrifice blood to a city and use the mortal souls in it to refine thousands of soul flags and thousands of soul flags. Naturally, the righteous immortal sect would not do this in such an explicit way.
The great formation covering the desert not only had the power of illusion, but also had the ability to arrest souls. The souls of the dead in the city would be absorbed into it.
Daozhen failed to restrain the souls of the Qiao family several times, so he had other thoughts, and wanted the Qiao family to try the immortal sect's soul restraining formation.
As for his bait to persuade Qiao Mu...
"In the past, the remnants of the Great Yan Army guarded the isolated city for forty years, but little did they know that the outside world had gone through a lot of changes in the past forty years. Even the emperor had changed, and the Taoist temples of the Nine Immortal Sects had opened all over the major cities in Kyushu, and the Yonghe Emperor almost kowtowed to the immortals of the Xuantian Sect. Bow down.”
"Their deadly battle is just foolish loyalty and does not mean much. If you are a true hero who is not afraid of death, you might as well enter that isolated city and let them know about the great changes in the outside world and let them have a good rest." Daozhen said:
"Of course, you can only enter and exit the formation. Once you enter the formation, you will be trapped in it forever until you die."
After hearing what Daozhen said, Qiao Mu thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense.
He is not from this world and has no respect for the Great Yan court or the emperor.
Based on the character of the Qiao family, if this is true, then he should indeed agree.
Being trapped in a heavy siege and with remaining soldiers guarding an isolated city for forty years does sound incredible.
As for being trapped in the formation, you can only enter but not get out, and you will not rest until you die.
Qiao Mu didn't care at all.
Every time he comes back from the dead, he actually has a choice. You can determine a resurrection point in advance, or you can resurrect in a place where no one is around the corpse....
This was something he already knew while still in Yancheng.