One Thousand Seven Hundred and Nine: Kill Yourself

Hua Yuan limped up the mountain while holding on to a branch, her crippled leg could only drag on the ground. Because the mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk, he was so tired that his forehead was sweating after walking halfway, and his chapped lips rolled up. Lu Zheng glanced at it, and couldn't bear to look away.

Outsiders felt pain for him, but Hua Yuan himself seemed to have lost his sense of pain. There was no pain on his face, but a little relief and urgency. The closer he got to the destination, the more eager his steps became, and he hopped over on one leg in the last few steps.

Everyone didn't make a sound, but a subordinate accidentally stepped on something while walking, making a cracking sound.

Hearing the movement, Jiang Pengji turned her head and glanced, and found that her servant had stepped on a dirty human bone buried in the mud.

Hua Yuan was not surprised at all. He turned around and walked over, knelt down and picked up the bone stepped on by the subordinate, with a somewhat dazed expression, sighed, "After the Nanman disaster, everyone is in danger and panic. Uneasy, the clansmen had no choice but to move away in order to avoid disaster. Only a few loyal servants remained in the family to take care of the ancestral house and guard the clan's cemetery, lest the nearby people go to the mountains to dig graves..."

He spoke calmly, but the reaction of others was different.

Wei Ci watched Jiang Pengji's heart, Jiang Pengji's face was expressionless, and Lu Zheng observed Jiang Pengji secretly from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Pengji didn't do this less often, and she had a lot of gold captains under her account. She used this method to alleviate the shortage of food and grass in the previous battle with An Jing. For this reason, she also angered the Nansheng nobles in Fenzhou and other places, so that the Nan clan rebelled, and she finally took the blame.

[Moon Dance and Phoenix Habitat]: Hahaha, Lu Zheng's eyes are simply wonderful.

[Lovers eventually become brothers and sisters]: I really want to put the microphone into the anchor's mouth and interview her how she feels at this time.

[People Congregation]: No more interviews, I bet on the integrity of the anchor, she must be smiling now, MMP in her heart.

[What time is it today]: It seems that the grave dug by the anchor can compete with Boss Cao. Let's find out about Captain Jin?

Jiang Pengji, as a model worker among anchors, has been ups and downs for so many years, occasionally delayed but never absent. The salted fish almost watched her from the age of twelve to the present, witnessed her development and growth for more than ten years, and knew her details like a treasure.

When she ordered the digging of graves to replenish military supplies, many salted fish also expressed their opposition, but more salted fish chose to remain silent. It's not that this wave of salted fish is indifferent, it's just that their rationality tells them that there is nothing wrong with Jiang Pengji's behavior in the context of her era. As spectators, all they can do is post barrage and watch the play, and they cannot influence Jiang Pengji's life.

Time has passed, and now that this matter is brought up, the salted fish are only laughing and laughing.

Hua Yuan didn't seem to notice the embarrassment of the atmosphere, and continued to speak in a hoarse voice, "There are several villages on the mountain and below the mountain. In the villages, there are often unproductive gangsters doing unscrupulous business, secretly going up the mountain to dig caves and steal tombs. If it’s just that, it’s okay. If the burial of the dead can keep the living alive, it can be regarded as accumulating evil virtue after death. Unfortunately, most of the villagers are despicable and greedy, not only stealing the burial outside the coffin, but even I have to take everything in the coffin, and finally split the coffin and set it on fire. Poor these clansmen, who were considered prominent during their lifetime, ended up with no place to die after death..."

On this point, Jiang Pengji is still upright.

Lieutenant Mojin under the tent digs graves and steals money, but he doesn't even strip off the things worn by the corpses, and doesn't even leave a coffin.

Of course, this is just fifty steps laughing at a hundred steps, and there is no difference in essence.

The graves of Hua Yuan's parents were also poisoned, and there were robbed holes that were filled nearby, and they looked pitted.

Even though it has been ruined badly, it is still possible to see the family wealth of the deceased before his death. This is not a standard that ordinary people can have.

Most of the nearby tombs were overgrown with weeds, and some of them were used as nests by small animals, but the tomb of Huayuan's parents looked clean, the surrounding weeds had been carefully pulled out, and there were no scattered bones outside. Who tidied this up,

It seems that there is no need to guess.

Hua Yuan looked at the grave with a somewhat dazed expression, her eyes filled with steam.

His parents died of the epidemic when he was young, and his uncle and aunt bullied him when he was young and took away his family property, making him live in pain from childhood to youth. If the epidemic could have taken him away, he wouldn't have suffered for more than 30 years in vain.

Hua Yuan knelt in front of her parents' grave and whispered, Jiang Pengji didn't make a sound to disturb her, but just watched quietly, treating herself as the background board. After about a quarter of an hour, Hua Yuan's eyebrows relaxed, as if he had settled a mind, and his breath became calm.

Hua Yuan saluted Jiang Pengji and said sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Lanting."

Jiang Pengji said, "Did you know that when you lost your mind, you used to call yourself 'Liu Xi'?"

Hua Yuan was not surprised by her inquiry, apart from this matter, he couldn't think of the motive of the dignified princes appearing in front of him.

"I didn't know it before, but I found out later."

When Hua Yuan talked about this, his breath fluctuated slightly.

He seemed to be suppressing his emotions, but his eyes revealed his true feelings, and he was almost overwhelmed by remorse and pain.

Of course, these emotions are not aimed at Jiang Pengji, but other people, such as the young master he treats as if his own, such as his protagonist An Xing, and those who died directly or indirectly at his hands, the death of these people was not his original intention , but it was indeed his fault.

Hua Yuan didn't want to defend himself from the crime, but only hoped to die for relief.

"Can I see him?"

Jiang Pengji's proposal was beyond Hua Yuan's expectation, so much so that his expression was frozen in astonishment.

"It's not impossible, it's just... Lord Lanting doesn't know something, that thing seems to be particularly afraid of you..."

Hua Yuan was able to wake up and temporarily regain her senses because Jiang Pengji's breath was close.

Jiang Pengji said, "You mean, you can't let him out?"

Hua Yuan said shamelessly, "This matter is beyond Yuan's control..."

If he could control the appearance or non-appearance of those bad personalities, he wouldn't have ended up where he is today.

Jiang Pengji said, "So, it's a bit regrettable."

When she first met Huayuan, she could see that there were many personalities in the other person's body. Now, when she looked again, those messy personalities were gone, replaced by a muddy and broken "sub-personality", which seemed to be devouring each other. later product.

This "subpersonality" is probably the so-called "Liu Xi".

Even if it is awakened, it is still an irrational "monster".

"I'm not so crazy to kill my parents and children in front of my parents' tomb. I'll give you a chance to end it myself."

Jiang Pengji dropped her hand on the Zhanshen Dao, and threw a dagger to Hua Yuan.

Hua Yuan looked at the dagger and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Lanting, for your success."