Chapter 15 It’s all lies
“What about my sister?”
Sang Feng is the person closest to the head of the Sang family.
The head of the Sang family was now suppressed by everyone, and except for his quibbling mouth, he could hardly move.
His fragile neck was right in front of Sang Feng's eyes, so close that if he stretched out his hand, he could easily grab his throat.
He couldn't describe how he felt when he saw Sang Ru in Sang Yang's water mirror.
He had not seen this man for three hundred years.
In the past three hundred years, few people mentioned her, and even if they did, they said she gave up the Sang family and what should have been a bright future for a man of unknown origin.
But she wouldn't have had much of a future in the Sang family. Their sanctimonious father, while seeking to seize other people's inheritance and secrets, paranoidly guarded the Sang family's belongings and followed the tradition of passing on male rather than female in a remote place in the world. .
Everyone thought she had eloped with someone, but Sang Feng saw her body not long after she left home. The man next to him brought her body back and told him that she and Chu Wen'an had encountered an evil cultivator. When he arrived, the evil cultivator Having already pierced her chest with a sword, he was powerless to save her soul, so he could barely save her soul from falling apart.
At that time, Sang Feng regarded this as a "life-saving straw" and almost obeyed the demands of the Sang family leader. If he wanted him to lose to Sang Ju, he would lose to Sang Ju. If he wanted him to build momentum for Sang Ju, he would work for Sang Ju. Build momentum.
It wasn't until Sangyang was born later that he fell into the pain of losing his wife and the confusion of becoming a new father. He slowly let go of Sangru's death and gradually showed little kindness to his father even on the surface. face.
He has always known that death is like a lamp going out. Even if the other person is reincarnated, he will no longer be the same person in the previous life. The Sang family leader's words of always leaving a person's soul in the human world are no longer credible, not to mention that the other person is still a person whom he has captured. A daughter regarded as an abandoned son.
But he never thought that would be the case.
After losing his compatriot sister, he had killed many evil cultivators. He regarded them all as the enemies who killed Sang Ru. He killed them several times until his eyes turned red, just for the trace of revenge he got when the bright red blood splashed. A sense of comfort.
But even these were false, and his self-righteous revenge became a joke.
Two voices split in Sang Feng's mind, and one voice told him that this was not true, and how could Sang Ru die in such a painful way.
Another voice repeated Sang Yang's words again and asked him, "Don't you still understand what kind of person surnamed Sang is?" Asked him if he didn't remember that the other party threatened Qu Shuo with San Yue's life to hand over the sword manual?
Sang Feng looked sideways into Patriarch Sang's eyes. How familiar he was with him. In just a moment, he could feel the panic and fear that he was trying so hard to suppress.
After all these years, it turned out that not only was he deceived about warming his soul, but also the cause of Sang Ru's death.
He was so angry that the corners of his eyes were red, and he was crying and laughing at the same time: "You tell me? Where is my sister?"
Sang Yang stared closely at the eyes of Patriarch Sang. Tears kept rolling down from his red eyes. He almost gritted his teeth: "You claim to be upright, but you can do things like digging up people's spiritual roots. Tiger poison is not enough." Torma, how dare you—"
"I said it!" The head of the Sang family interrupted him rudely, "Sang Ru was killed by an evil cultivator. Which father in the world would kill his own daughter?!"
He was both frightened and irritable. While he felt desperate about the current situation, he could not help but hold on to a bit of luck, hoping that the black mist in the secret realm would engulf everyone. This frightening and psychedelic story would never end.
In this world, apart from him and Sang Ju, there was no third person who knew about this matter.
"Such a big hat -" he looked up at several elders who were always paying attention to his movements, and forced a smile on his lips that were trembling slightly with panic, "you can't just put Qin Ling's hat on the hat because of this unfounded story. On my head." Patriarch Sang tried his best to raise the corner of his mouth, and looked at Sang Yang, who had a questioning face in the secret realm, trying to meet his gaze: "Is that what you said, little girl?"
He was obviously restless, but he had to let himself show a complacent look. Even if the performance was clumsy and full of mistakes, he still did not forget to use this form to satirize the person who suppressed him the most: "It's because This girl is from the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect, so what she said is right? Do you, the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect, want to turn the human world into your one-word hall in front of so many elders?"
His intention to stir up dissension should not be obvious anymore. Sang Feng, who was closest to him, was amused by his vague embarrassment, but at the same time, mixed with self-blame and regret, he wanted to kill this person on the spot to avenge his sister, even if he never betrayed her again. The infamy of patricide.
Unfortunately, while he was suppressing the head of the Sang family, Song Hui also used some spiritual power to suppress him who wanted to make a move.
Sang Feng and the head of the Sang family looked at Song Lian almost at the same time.
Song Lian had already left the seat arranged for him by the Xuantian Sect Master, and leaned casually on the railing. He looked up at Jiang Yu who was silent in the water mirror and didn't know what to think. He didn't even give the Sang family leader a glance. He just smiled and said: "What the Sang family leader said is a big deal. What is the truth? Why don't we finish the story first?"
It was a coincidence that as soon as he finished speaking, the black mist in the water mirror that was only within the barrier suddenly broke through the barrier and headed straight for a group of people outside the yard.
Jiang Yu and others were the first to bear the brunt.
Entering the secret realm, they are all under the rules of Qin Ling. No one knows what this sudden black mist is and what kind of test it will bring to them when it attacks them.
Wei Xu's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and he subconsciously pulled Jiang Yu behind him, covered her eyes, and held her in his arms.
Everyone's eyes were dimmed, but no one felt any real attack.
Jiang Yu panicked for a moment, then opened his eyes again, and saw from Wei Xu's fingers that this place was still in Sang Mansion.
Wei Xu was made uncomfortable by her fluttering eyelashes, and was looked at by the three people opposite him. His expression froze for a moment, and he put down his hands pretending to be natural, took half a step back, and put a slight distance away from Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu was blindfolded just now, so he didn't see Yuan Heng and others looking at them, but he didn't feel anything at all. When he came out of Wei Xu's arms, he turned around and grinned at him, and said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Wei. La."
Wei Xu couldn't hear her artificial tone and frowned: "Speak carefully."
Jiang Yu bent his eyes and shook his head, then turned his head and began to look at the surrounding environment.
The strong wind dissipated, and the dim sky that indicated that heavy rain was about to pour turned into a sunny day. Only the three of them and Yuan Heng were left in the group before.
But this courtyard is a familiar place.
This is the courtyard of Sangyue and Qushuo. Jiang Yu met Yuan Heng here not long ago and deliberately molested them.
A few of them gathered together, but before they could figure out the situation, the closed courtyard door was suddenly pushed open.
Jiang Yu looked up and saw an unfamiliar face with a somewhat familiar expression.
The same unkind person, the same aggressive attitude, the same direct disregard for them and passing through their bodies, Jiang Yu casually poked Wei Xu next to him: "Who is this? He is exactly the same as the one named Sang."
(End of chapter)