The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 168

In the picture, Xu Shuanglin’s eyes suddenly widened. At the same time, most of the people outside the picture were also stunned.

When Mo Ran saw this, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

He was a person who had lived two lives. This conversation and some things in his previous life were linked together, allowing him to figure out some thought-provoking details.

He knew that Ye Wangxi’s friendship with Nangong Si was not only because Ye Wangxi had asked to be buried with Nangong Si before she died, but because in the previous life, Ye Wangxi’s female identity was made public to the world very early on. Nangong Liu personally chose her and let her marry Nangong Si.

Now it seemed that this section was completely a father looking for a double cultivation furnace for his son. However, not long after the two people made the marriage agreement, Nangong Si suddenly died, and Ye Wangxi was able to survive … Mo Ran couldn’t help but think, was Nangong Si’s death really just a coincidence?

He didn’t think so.

In the picture, Xu Shuanglin’s fingers were clenched into fists. Although his face was still smiling, his tone was a little cold.

“You want Little Ye Wangxi to marry Ah Si?”

“Well, she’s the most suitable.”

“How is it suitable?” Xu Shuanglin laughed, “You originally wanted to cultivate her to be the commander of the shadow guards, but you made her look neither male nor female. Now you say that you want to marry her to Si’er. Aren’t you afraid that Si’er will dislike her?”

“He was really unhappy. I saw that he often talked and laughed with Ye Wangxi and treated her well. I thought that he would be able to accept it more or less. But when I told him about the marriage, he was furious. He said that he didn’t like Ye Wangxi at all. The reason why he took care of her was because she was a girl and it wasn’t easy for her to survive in Ancheng. He refused to accept the marriage. ”

Xu Shuanglin: “…”

“How could I compromise? He had a big quarrel with me, saying that I didn’t respect his decision, that I casually handled his most important matter in life, and that I couldn’t avoid Ye Wangxi, that I was cold and distant. The more I told him, the worse his attitude became. In the end, he even thought that I was biased towards Ye Wangxi. He really doesn’t know what’s good for him. “Nangong Liu scolded,” Isn’t it because he thinks she’s not pretty? ”

Xu Shuanglin was quite fair. “… If the previous sect leader suddenly asked you to marry a woman you didn’t like, would you be willing? I don’t think it’s a matter of good looks or not. You really don’t respect him. ”

“He’s shallow! One has to marry a useful and virtuous wife. If he likes pretty girls, does that mean he can’t take concubines after his health stabilizes? ” Nangong Liu sighed, “Sigh, this is also my fault. Back then, cough cough, I didn’t … I didn’t see Ye Wangxi’s feelings for Si ‘er in time. If she was still the same as before, Si’ er would definitely like her.”

“You’re too preposterous.” Xu Shuanglin said, “Si ‘er won’t accept it.”

“Unless he doesn’t want his life anymore. Dual Cultivation with a person with a violent spiritual core like him is extremely painful. If he marries an ordinary woman … I’m afraid, I’m afraid she won’t be able to bear it … “Nangong Liu gasped for breath.” Ye Wangxi likes him. If she’s willing, she’ll be able to bear it. ”

“How could she possibly be willing?!”

“I’ve already asked her.”

“… What?!”

“I’ve already asked her. I’ve already told her about this matter.” Nangong Liu said, “She’s more afraid that something bad will happen to Si ‘er than she’s afraid of dying.”

“…” Xu Shuanglin didn’t say anything. He lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he said, “She’s really a fool.”

Seeing this, Mo Ran was almost certain — in his previous life, Nangong Si didn’t suddenly die of a disease. In all likelihood, it was Xu Shuanglin who killed her personally.

With Nangong Si dead, Ye Wangxi could live on.

The reason why Nangong Si was still alive in this life was probably because of the incident with Song Qiutong. Song Qiutong was a beauty with a bone in her body, which was extremely suitable for Dual Cultivation. With her marrying Nangong Si, as a father, he naturally had nothing to say. He even felt that a meat pie had fallen from the sky and wouldn’t force Ye Wangxi to marry Nangong Si.

Since Ye and Si’s engagement was annulled, it was completely reasonable that Xu Shuanglin wouldn’t harm Nangong Si in this life. However, there was still one thing that Mo Ran couldn’t figure out — Xu Shuanglin looked like a deranged devil now. But why would such a devil value Ye Wangxi so much? She was clearly just an adopted daughter … What was that treacherous, terrifying, and unpredictable person obsessed with?

What exactly was it that he wanted?

This memory was not long, it ended very quickly. When the illusion lit up again, it was a lot earlier.

Nangong Liu obviously looked younger than he was now, he didn’t even put on weight yet. He was holding a small object in his hand that was flickering with green light. Everybody looked carefully and found that it was Confucian Wind School’s Sect Leader’s ring.

Once this ring was put on, it couldn’t be taken off. Until the day of his resignation, Nangong Liu still hadn’t put it on. Therefore, it proved that at this time, he still hadn’t become the true master of Confucian Wind School.

An attendant came in and knelt down to salute. The attendant’s Daoist robe was stained with blood; apparently, he had just fought a fierce battle. This memory should have happened on the night when Nangong Liu killed his Shifu and regained the Sect Leader’s thumb ring.

“Sect Leader, what should we do with Luo Fenghua’s body?”

Nangong Liu turned the ring in his hand, thinking, “Bury him in the [Hero’s Mound]. For better or for worse, he was my Shifu. I’ll leave him a decent place to return to.”

“Yes!”

The attendant withdrew.

Mo Ran slightly frowned. He felt a little strange. According to the memory he saw just now, the Nangong Brothers’ Shifu, Luo Fenghua, was clearly chopped into ten thousand pieces by Nangong Liu, sank into the Corpse Blood Pool, turned into a malicious spirit, and fell into the Infernal Hell, never to be reincarnated.

But why did this memory say that Nangong Liu buried his Shifu in the [Hero’s Mound]?

In the illusion, Nangong Liu gently stroked the sparkling green Sect Leader’s ring. His eyes flashed with a complicated and strange luster, as if he was a little scared, but also full of desire.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Finally, he slowly raised his hand. Under the candlelight, he solemnly put the ring on his thumb.

He stared at his hand, looking back and forth. The corners of his mouth slowly curved up, as if he was about to burst into a brilliant and happy smile. But before the ripples of his smile spread out halfway, he suddenly stopped.

Nangong Liu shouted and suddenly fell down from the Sect Leader’s throne. His whole body was convulsing and trembling.

“Ah! Ah!!! ”

“Sect Leader!”

“Sect Leader, what happened to you?”

His left and right rushed to support him. Unexpectedly, when Nangong Liu raised his head, his face was full of blood. His face, which was fine just now, suddenly had countless small wounds. Those wounds immediately healed, healed, and then immediately tore again. Blood kept surging out of those strange scars.

“What’s going on!” Nangong Liu was at a loss. “Pain … so painful … how … how could this happen? What’s going on?!! ”

The sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

A man with a pair of smooth bare feet stepped on the cold bricks against the moonlight. He came in front of Nangong Liu, lifted his robe, and half knelt down.

This man was Xu Shuanglin, who was younger than he was now. He bent down and pinched Nangong Liu’s face to examine it carefully. Nangong Liu was gasping for breath and struggling. Tears, snot, and blood mixed together. Xu Shuanglin seemed to be a little disgusted. He frowned and then asked, “Why did this happen all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know … Dao … I don’t know … Mr. Shuanglin … Mr. Shuanglin, please save me …”

At this time, Xu Shuanglin was just a counselor who assisted Nangong Liu, so Nangong Liu called him Mr. Shuanglin instead of Elder.

After some investigation, Xu Shuanglin grabbed Nangong Liu’s right hand and looked at the shining ring. Suddenly, his expression changed. “The Curse of Ten Thousand Calamities is attached to this ring?”

After hearing this name, the people gathered around all gasped. Only Nangong Liu was muddle-headed. He didn’t know what the Curse of Life and Death was. He only raised his head blankly with tears. Crystal snot kept flowing out of his nose, dripping on the tiles together with blood.

“Ah, what is that?”

“The Curse of Death.”

Xu Shuanglin’s expression was very bad.

“This ring was cursed by Luo Fenghua. After he cursed the person who wore the ring, as long as the moonlight shone on him, his skin would be chapped and he would suffer a fate worse than death … Every night, it happened.”

“What?!”

“It’s more than that.” Xu Shuanglin’s hand stroked the jade of the ring. He closed his eyes and felt the turbulent spiritual current there. “On the fifteenth day of the full moon, even if you don’t go out of the house and the walls are sealed, you will still feel the pain of being cut into pieces and there is no way to escape …”

He opened his eyes and looked at Nangong Liu, who was curled up on the ground miserably, and whispered.

“Until death.”

Under the thick stench of blood, Nangong Liu’s pupils suddenly constricted. She looked like a large rat that had lost its head in panic, but also like a venomous snake that had stuck its head out of a dark cave.

He twitched comically and muttered, “Won’t rest until death?”

“Yes.”

“Can’t, can’t you break it?”

“Can’t break it.” Xu Shuanglin said, “At least I can’t think of any way to break it at the moment … I can only …”

Before he could finish his words, Nangong Liu broke free from his hand and climbed down the stairs while screaming and laughing madly. He dragged a crooked trail of blood on the cold and clean floor tiles. He screamed and laughed at the same time. His voice was hoarse and distorted to the extreme. It was as sharp as a needle. Even many people outside the illusion couldn’t stand it and covered their ears with their hands.

“Hahaha — curse me? You curse me? ”

“Luo Fenghua! You took the position of the head of the Nangong family. I kicked you off the stage and left your body intact. It’s already … already justified! You actually curse me? How can you bear — how can you!! ”

“Because of your … teaching … I buried you … buried you in the Hero’s Mound … Ha! Hero’s Mound! Yet, you want me to suffer every night until my skin is torn and my flesh is torn apart — until I die!!! He roared and moved inch by inch to the entrance of the main hall. He hibernated in the thick shadow cast by the heavy red bronze door of the main hall. His fingers twitched ferociously and suddenly slammed on the ground. He couldn’t help but hit the ground heavily.

“Until death! How can you be so cruel! How can you be so cruel — beast! Beast! You’ve ruined my life! ”

“Head …” The people around couldn’t bear it and wanted to help him back, but Nangong Liu roared and shouted as if he had gone mad.

This mangled face had always been one of cowardice and incompetence, more so than any other color. But today, it was different. There was a bone-deep hatred on his face. It leaped about in his pupils like a wildfire, burning away his reason and leaving him barren.

Nangong Liu screamed hysterically, “Send me … the first order … the head of the sect …”

The attendants knelt down and listened to the order.

“The former head of the sect, Luo Fenghua, has committed a great … evil … unforgivable! Order people to cut his remains … into ten thousand pieces … into ten thousand pieces —! ”

Xu Shuanglin stood quietly on the side. He lowered his eyes and listened, but no expression could be seen on his face. “…”

At this time, a new round of tearing came. Nangong Liu couldn’t bear it anymore. He suddenly collapsed and burst into tears again. But while he was crying, he still finished the first order he gave when he ascended the Confucian Wind Sect’s throne. He squeezed every word out of his molars, “Sink into the corpse … blood pool …”

You cursed me to be mutilated until I die.

I sank you into the Endless Purgatory, never to be reincarnated.

At the end of this illusion, Nangong Liu opened his empty and vacant eyes. His voice was like a tattered pottery xun, extremely hoarse. He muttered, “Luo Fenghua, beast … you beast …”

The memory fragments began to collapse and reassemble like snowflakes. The bloody secret of the Confucian Wind Sect was revealed inch by inch, so that almost everyone present was enthralled. Some people, like Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si, had no choice but to watch because of their own personal matters. But even more people were inspired by the pleasure of spying on other people’s secret.

Jealousy was one of the ugliest emotions in the world. Of these people who were invited to attend Nangong Si’s wedding, how many of them sincerely worshiped the Confucian Wind Sect? How many of them went through the magnificent Three Outbuildings, saw the spiritual stones that were as valuable as gold, and saw the seventy-two cities under the heavens, and only had admiration in their hearts, without the slightest bit of jealousy?

The taller the pavilion, the more it would attract people’s attention when it collapsed. Melon seeds were all over the ground, and spittle splattered three feet away.

The pain of others was always the best topic of conversation on the streets and alleys, and after a meal.

Mo Ran was somewhat unwilling to continue watching, but this matter was full of doubts and was of great importance. Although Xu Shuanglin’s memory seemed to have no problems, and could explain the changes in the Jin Chengchi and the Peach Blossom Spring, he still vaguely felt that something was wrong.

He always felt that there was something particularly wrong with this memory.

… … What was it?

He furrowed his brows as he pondered.

But suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he saw that there seemed to be a strange light flashing in the distance. But because there was one illusion after another unfolding here, no one would look outside the forest, so unexpectedly no one noticed it.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed. He shouted, “Tribulation Fire!”

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads. “Tribulation Fire? Where is the Tribulation Fire? ”

“Over there — over there!”

“No! There’s also one here! ”

No one had expected that while they were watching Xu Shuanglin reminisce about the past, the seventy-two cities around the Confucian Wind Sect were burning with raging scarlet flames. At this time, the flames were still far away, and they were deep in the forest, so if they didn’t pay attention, they wouldn’t be able to see it clearly.

The Tribulation Fire was one of the most severe types of fire. Unless there was a heavy rain and sweet dew, it wouldn’t stop until the surroundings were burned to ashes.

Thick smoke billowed, and the flames were like water splashed on a piece of silk, quickly spreading out in all directions. In the distance, they could see that there were bright meteors flying in all directions from the seventy-two cities, but if they looked carefully, where were the meteors? They were clearly the disciples of the Confucian Wind Sect who had escaped from the sea of fire and flew out on their swords.

When the people in the forest saw this, many of them suddenly turned pale and shouted, “What’s going on?”

Some people immediately turned around and ran toward the Poetry Hall, repeatedly calling the names of their companions. Xue Zhengyong’s expression also changed, because Madam Wang was still there, and she didn’t know the art of sword manipulation at all …

“Mo Ran! Yu Heng! I’ll leave Meng ‘er to you, I’ll go see Madam — — ”

Mo Ran was also very anxious, so he nodded and said, “Uncle, go quickly, take Auntie and leave first. With us here, I definitely won’t let anything happen to Xue Meng.”

Xue Zhengyong patted his shoulder with force, then flew toward the Poetry Hall where the flames were rushing.

Seeing the sudden chaos, Xu Shuanglin stood quietly in the same place. Suddenly, an extremely brilliant smile bloomed on his face. He said with a smile, “What a scene of monkeys scattering when the tree falls.”

Mo Ran suddenly turned his head and saw Xu Shuanglin snap his fingers, causing the fragments of memories to gather in his palm like thousands of snowflakes.

The surrounding sea of fire was restored, and the Infernal Hell’s fissure in the sky still hadn’t closed. It was still pouring out golden-red lava, spreading toward the forest at an extremely slow speed.

Mo Ran stared at Xu Shuanglin, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

There was something wrong with this person’s eyes. Mo Ran was all too familiar with this gaze … — —

In his previous life, when he was at the peak of life and death, when he was in the empty Shaman Mountain Palace, when he looked in the mirror after Chu Wanning’s death, what he saw was a pair of terrifying eyes like this.

Filled with madness and blood, a pair of eyes that had given up on themselves and wanted everyone to be buried with them.

“You want to destroy the Confucian Wind Sect?”

Hearing Mo Ran’s question, Xu Shuanglin’s reaction was only to rub his two toes together.

Then he smiled.

“So what if I do? If I destroy my own home, who are you to care? ”

“Your own home … — —”

Xu Shuanglin stepped on the rolling lava and walked to Nangong Liu’s side. He grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him up from the ground. He raised his eyes and said, “Yes, my own home.”

He forced Nangong Liu to look at his face. Then he raised his hand. In front of Nangong Liu, who was hanging by a thread, he raised his other hand. Slowly, inch by inch, starting from the bottom of Nangong Liu’s neck, he slowly tore, bit by bit …

Rip.

In the end, there was only a soft sound. An exquisite human skin mask made from the skin of a hundred-year-old snake demon was taken off, revealing a face that was no longer youthful.

At first, Nangong Liu’s entire body shook, and then he began to tremble violently. His breathing was weak, but he was still struggling to squeeze out bits and pieces of sound from his throat.

“You … it’s you?! You … didn’t … die? You actually … you actually … ”

“I didn’t die. You’re still alive. How can I die before you?” Xu Shuanglin said with a smile, “I’m much stronger than you in every aspect, including my lifespan. Even if you rot into mud, I’ll still live well. What? You and I have met again after a long separation. Are you so happy that you can’t say anything else? ”

He created a cluster of fire and casually burned the human skin mask. The flames continued to spread until it reached his fingertips. He did not care at all and did not feel any pain. He shook his hand and pressed his burnt fingertips to Nangong Liu’s lips. He tilted his head and said with a smile, “I’m sorry, Nangong Liu.

“Sect Leader Immortal Monarch, long time no see … Or should I call you … brother?”