The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 270
Three days passed quickly. On the third day, at dawn, Shi Mei came to the secret room.
The Treading Celestial Monarch was already fully equipped. He was still wearing his black battle armor. His waist was thin, and there was a hidden weapon box that shone with a silver light. His legs were long and his shoulders were wide. He wore dragon scale leather gloves on his hands, and the Thousand Possibility Box was tied to his wrist.
He raised his eyes and said coldly, “You’re here.”
“Get ready. We’re going to the Heavenly Sound Parlor.”
“No need to prepare. Let’s go.”
Shi Mei looked at him and asked, “What about Chu Wanning?”
“I fed him medicine and he’s asleep.”
Shi Mei nodded. But just in case, he entered the secret room with the Emperor Ta again. After checking his pulse, Shi Mei said, “His energy will be fully recovered in a few days. We have to be careful.”
The Emperor Ta was not afraid of Chu Wanning’s battle strength. He asked, “What about his memory?”
Shi Mei glanced at him and said, “Same.”
“… …”
Ignoring the displeasure on the Emperor Ta’s face, Shi Mei got up and set up a sleeping incense formation in the secret room to ensure that Chu Wanning would not wake up suddenly and ruin his plan. Finally, when he was about to leave, he cast a high-level Forbidden Spell on the door.
The Emperor Ta frowned and said, “Why did you put this spell? There is no one else in this mountain. Nangong Liu is just a little brat. No one can go in and save him. ”
Shi Mei’s expression did not change. He said lightly, “It’s hard to guard against a thief in the family.”
“Who?”
“You don’t know.” Shi Mei sighed, “It’s someone close to me. Let’s not talk about it. Let’s go. ”
The two left.
In the cold stone room, there was only Chu Wanning left. He was still in a coma. The memories of the two lives were recovering.
However, even Shi Mei didn’t realize that the reason why Chu Wanning hadn’t fully recovered his memories and consciousness after such a long time wasn’t only because of his poor physical condition. There was another important reason —
What he wanted to recall was not only his own memories!
Perhaps it was because the other half of the Earth Soul had stayed in Mo Ran’s body for a long time, entangling with Mo Ran’s soul all day long. When the Earth Soul returned, it actually brought back some memories from the depths of Mo Ran’s soul.
At this very moment, these memories were the final images that surged into his mind. He was dreaming, and what he dreamt of were fragments of the past.
He first dreamt of a mass grave. A child with unkempt hair and a dirty face was crying on top of a rotting female corpse. His eyes were blurred with tears.
“Ma … Ma … Is anyone here? Is there anyone … Bury me too. Bury me together with my mother … ”
Then he dreamt of Xiang Tan Zuiyu Building. Mo Ran was beaten black and blue all over. He was curled up in a dog cage. In the warm room, there were golden beasts. The child was locked in the cage. He didn’t have anything to eat or drink. He couldn’t even turn around.
A child of the same age as him grinned and laughed at him. “Why don’t you take a look at yourself? You want to be a hero? I think you’re just a joke! Bah! You’ll be a joke for the rest of your life! ”
He spat at him.
Little Mo Ran closed his eyes.
Chu Wanning’s eyelashes were also trembling.
Mo Ran …
Then, he dreamt that the blazing tongues of fire were like hanging ghosts wandering around the building, twisting and dancing eerily.
There were cries everywhere. Burning pillars collapsed. Some people were screaming. Thick smoke billowed.
The young man, Mo Ran, sat in the midst of the flames. His face was extremely cold and his eyes were calm. He lowered his head and placed a bloodstained knife on his knee. He held a bunch of grapes in his hand and was slowly peeling off the purple skin.
“It’s all over, Ma.”
Mo Ran seemed very peaceful.
“But I won’t be able to see you … I killed someone. My hands are covered in blood. Ma, I’ll go to hell after I die. I won’t be able to see you again. ”
Mo Ran … Mo Ran …
Suddenly there was a light in front of him.
It was a woman’s gentle face. The ends of her eyes were slightly raised.
Who was it?
Chu Wanning felt that the woman’s eyebrows were somewhat similar to his. When she lowered her head and worked seriously, it was especially clear.
She was carefully sewing the rough clothes in her hands.
“Ma …” There was a child’s voice, as soft as a mosquito’s.
The woman heard the voice and looked up. She smiled at him, “Why are you awake?”
“I had a nightmare … I’m so hungry …”
The woman put down her clothes and opened her arms. She smiled gently and said, “Nightmare again? Alright, don’t be afraid. Ran Er, come to Ma’s arms. ”
Ran Er … Mo Ran …
Chu Wanning closed his eyes. He didn’t know what kind of bitter taste he had in his heart.
It was too bitter.
Just by looking at it, he felt that these days were dry and wrinkled. Every day and night was so unbearable.
Ma …
This was the first time he saw the appearance of Mo Ran’s mother. He suddenly understood why little Mo Ran would instinctively grab his robe outside Wubei Temple, believe in him, and beg him. He also suddenly understood why the youth in front of the Tower of Babel walked towards him and persistently begged him to take him as a disciple.
The youth smiled brightly and said, “Because you look the most beautiful and gentle.”
At that time, everyone laughed behind his back at Mo Ran for being blind and mocked Mo Ran for being a flatterer.
Actually, it wasn’t.
It wasn’t …
He wasn’t blind, nor was he a flatterer. He just couldn’t tell the truth, nor could he cry. He couldn’t pull Chu Wanning and say, “Immortal, when you lower your head, you actually look like the person who used to treat me the best in this world. She’s no longer here. Can you pay attention to me? Can you replace her and look at me one more time? ”
I miss her so much.
Mo Ran couldn’t say anything. He could only endure the great bitterness in his heart and endure the tears that welled up. Endure Chu Wanning’s indifference and neglect. Chase behind and pretend to be calm and laugh, deceiving everyone.
No one had to know his past. No one could share his pain.
He could only smile brightly. Under the Tower of Babel, that smile was too warm, too eager, and hid endless thoughts. Just like that, it burned Chu Wanning.
Mo Ran opened his eyes.
He was no longer at the peak of life and death. He was in an extremely narrow prison cell. The walls here were gray, and the only light came from a small opening under the black iron door that delivered food.
The top of the cell was engraved with the emblem of a weight. He knew that he was already in prison.
This was the world’s most just and fair trial temple, the first court in the cultivation world that was independent of the Ten Great Sects.
Heavenly Music Parlor.
He was lying inside, his throat burning and his lips chapped.
The surroundings were very quiet. It was so quiet that he could hear the empty sound of the wind in his ears and hear the ravings of the spirits. It took a long time for him to gather his scattered consciousness.
He actually felt that this day should have come in his previous life, but fate was kind to him. It let him lead an ignoble life for two lives, and only in this life did he clear his sins.
“Mo Ran, it’s time to eat.”
He didn’t know how long he had been lying there. Here, time was a blur.
He heard someone come over and push food to him from the hole. There was a piece of oil cake and a bowl of soup.
He didn’t get up to receive it. The attendant of the Heavenly Music Parlor didn’t speak to him again. He walked away quickly.
How was Chu Wanning?
How was the Peak of Life and Death?
Where did the destroyed chess pieces go in the end?
He was in a daze, thinking about these three questions tiredly. He thought for a long time before he was willing to accept his fate. He knew that no one would tell him the answer.
He was now a prisoner.
He sat up.
His chest hurt, and he didn’t have any strength in his body. The spiritual current that used to be turbulent had disappeared. He leaned against the wall in a daze for a while.
It turned out that this was the feeling after the spiritual core was broken.
He couldn’t summon the Divine Martial Skill, nor could he use magic. It was like the Kun that rode the wind and waves had lost its tail, or the Peng that rode the clouds had lost its wings.
He curled up in the corner, staring blankly ahead with his black eyes.
Mo Ran suddenly felt very sad, but it wasn’t because of himself. He thought of Chu Wanning in his previous life. He finally understood Chu Wanning’s helplessness and pain.
He really wanted to apologize to Chu Wanning at that time.
But it was too late.
He couldn’t turn back anymore.
He was trapped in the room, and the cake and the bowl of soup went from hot to cold, and then from cold to cold. Later, he started to eat. After eating this little bit of food, no one came to this prison cell again.
He was once again the Mo Ran who was locked up in a dog cage as a child. However, the treatment in this room was much better than that of a dog cage. He could actually lie down comfortably in this room.
He just lay in the darkness, waking and sleeping. But waking and sleeping weren’t that important. In this room, he seemed to be dead.
Mo Ran groggily thought to himself, ‘Perhaps he is already dead?’
Maybe this life was a good dream that he had while lying in the coffin under the Tower of Babel, and his soul hadn’t dispersed yet. He flashed the thirty-two years of his life in front of him like a horse-race show, colorful, happy, angry, sad, and happy. In the end, they all became bones in the grave.
He curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, forming a smile.
He felt that if this was the truth, then it couldn’t be better.
He was very tired. He had walked for too long and struggled for too long. Whether it was hell or the human world, he didn’t care. He just wanted to rest.
He was very old in his heart. In fact, he had already completely collapsed and aged from the moment Chu Wanning died. All these years, he had been doing good, trying to make up for it. He had been looking for a medicine that could cure this aging.
But he couldn’t find it.
He had fought for so long, unyielding and shameless for so long. Now, he was tired of fighting and begging. In this life, he had lost his mother, his master, his best friend, his lover, the relatives he had stolen, and his illusionary reputation.
Now, he had even lost his spiritual nucleus. But he was still brought to the Pavilion of Heavenly Sound, and still couldn’t escape the most severe reprimand in the cultivation world.
He finally gave up. He knew that he would never be forgiven.
He, Mo Weiyu, was an ugly and deformed ruined mountain. The vast winter snow covered his scars.
But the snow melted.
Whether it was his darkness or his terror, there was nowhere to hide.
He couldn’t be Grandmaster Mo. From the moment he was stained with the blood of the first innocent person, he was destined to only be the Emperor Ta. He burned the zither and cooked the crane. He ground his teeth and drank blood. He looked ferocious. He was worse than a beast. He deserved to die.
When he died, the world cheered.
He didn’t know how many days had passed since he was trapped in the forbidden room. The door opened.
The disciples of the Pavilion of Heavenly Sound walked in. Without a word, they tied him up with the Immortal Binding Rope. Then, they pulled him up from both sides and dragged him outside.
They brought him through a long and dark tunnel.
Mo Ran opened his mouth in a hoarse and groggy voice. He spoke for the first time in days, “How are they?”
No one paid him any attention.
He was led to the end of the corridor. The sky was bright. Mo Ran was like an evil dragon that had been curled up in the dark for too long. He was blind and uneasy in such a bright light. He couldn’t get used to the sudden light. He wanted to cover his eyes, but his hands were tied behind his back. He could only lower his head. Tears seeped out of his thick black eyelashes.
His eyes and ears were muddled. He didn’t know where he was. Only his sense of smell was clear.
He smelled the wind, the sea of people, the flowers and trees. He was pushed, so he walked forward hesitantly.
Slowly, his ears adjusted to the noise.
He heard many people talking. The gathering of whispers was like a tidal wave. The tide could wash away the filth, but the tide could also drown people.
Mo Ran felt that he couldn’t breathe.
He was very weak.
At this moment, he was extremely weak.
“Kneel down.”
His captors were pushing him. He knelt down. The sun shone brightly in the sky, shining on his haggard face.
He didn’t expect it to be such a sunny day outside.
“It’s that Grandmaster Mo …”
“I didn’t expect to see him being tried in public in the Heavenly Music Parlor. Sigh, you can’t judge a book by its cover.”
Mo Ran’s ears were buzzing. He could gradually see something, but it was still not clear. He could only use the shadow of his eyelashes to close his eyes slightly and look at everything in front of him.
It was the public trial stage of the Heavenly Music Parlor in his memory.
When he was young, he had watched the trial with Xue Zhengyong and Xue Meng.
But he had changed from a spectator to a person being tried under the eyes of the public.
The crowd below the stage was like a school of fish. They were ordinary people who came to the Heavenly Music Parlor to watch the trial. He couldn’t see anyone’s face clearly. He also couldn’t see what kind of expression they had. He only felt that the whispering heads were gathered together like waves of wheat.
Then, he looked up again.
There were high platforms on the four walls. On the platforms sat guests from various sects.
The green one was Aqua Pool Manor, the red one was Fire Phoenix Pavilion, and the yellow one was Wubei Temple … Then, his heart suddenly tightened. It was strange that he could still feel pain.
He saw the familiar silver-blue one. It was the quietest and most crowded sect on the entire platform.
The Peak of Life and Death.
He blinked. Ignoring the piercing pain in his eyes, he tried to look in that direction. But he couldn’t see. He couldn’t see where Xue Zhengyong was. He couldn’t see who was Xue Meng, who was Elder Tanlang, and who was Xuanji. He couldn’t find Madam Wang.
In the end, on the trial stage, he still couldn’t see the people he cared about the most.
“The Peak of Life and Death, Mo Ran, the illegitimate son of Nangong Yan, the City Lord of the Ninth City of the Confucian Wind Sect …” On the high platform, Mu Yanli stated clearly using the Sound Amplification Technique. Her voice resounded through the air. “… Therefore, he should be tried strictly. He can’t be wrongly judged …”
Mo Ran didn’t listen to her.
For a person who had been confined for a long time, such a clear and sharp voice was too harsh to the ears.
Mu Yanli spoke at a moderate pace for about the time it would take to drink a cup of tea. What drifted into Mo Ran’s ears were bits and pieces of phrases such as “a life for a life”, “harboring evil intentions”, and “cultivating a forbidden technique”.
In the end, he heard her say, “It’s the duty of the Heavenly Music Pavilion to eliminate serious criminals and do justice.”
After Mu Yanli finished speaking, a disciple of the Heavenly Music Pavilion walked over. That disciple came in front of Mo Ran. Against the dazzling sunlight, he cast a pitch-black shadow.
“Open your mouth.”
“…”
Seeing that Mo Ran didn’t respond, that person made a “tsk” sound. He roughly pinched his chin and poured a pot of bitter and salty medicine into his mouth.
“Cough, cough, cough —”
Mo Ran couldn’t stop coughing. He hadn’t eaten for many days. When his stomach suddenly came into contact with such a strong liquid, it stimulated him so much that he almost vomited.
That person pinched his throat and didn’t let him move, forcing him to swallow the entire pot of medicine. The ice-cold liquid slid into his stomach like a snake, overturning rivers and seas, as if it was going to tear his internal organs apart.
Mo Ran’s face was ashen. He wanted to vomit, he really wanted to vomit.
But he didn’t admit defeat or beg for mercy. He didn’t even want tears to fall from the corners of his eyes. Half of his life, he had lived too many lowly days. But this didn’t mean that he didn’t have dignity.
After the medicine was finished, that person let go of him. He panted heavily.
His wings were drooping, and his fatigue was obvious.
But he still had the ferocity of a lone eagle on the verge of death.
The person from the Heavenly Music Pavilion explained to the onlookers from all over the country as usual.
“This is the Water of Grievance.”
Mo Ran’s lips and teeth were pale, but he lowered his eyes and smiled.
The Water of Grievance … Ha, the Water of Grievance, how could he not know?
This kind of medicine was definitely not to be drunk by those who were innocent. Only those who were sentenced by the Heavenly Music Pavilion would be forced to drink this kind of medicine. Then, they would become dizzy and recount all the crimes they had committed in their lives.
After the Heavenly Music Pavilion disciple finished his explanation, he walked over and tapped Mo Ran’s lips lightly. He used the Sound Amplification Technique so that everyone could hear what he said.
Mo Ran closed his eyes and frowned. He felt as if there was a knife twisting in his stomach.
He was enduring. Because it was too difficult, his whole body was trembling, and the shackles made clinking sounds. His face was pale, and the whites of his eyes were slowly rolling up. He crawled on the torture platform, spasming …
He was still conscious, but his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. He exhausted all his willpower to fight against the medicine, but he still couldn’t get rid of it.
“I … have killed before.” In the end, he still closed his eyes in agony and spoke hoarsely.
His voice was ragged, and he staggered past every corner.
Everyone quieted down, and pairs of eyes looked at the person on the platform.
Mu Yanli stood on the high platform and looked down with disdain.
“How many people have you killed?”
“… Too many … I can’t remember …”
The faces of the people below had changed.
“How old were you when you first killed?”
“Fifteen.”
“Did you kill cultivators or mortals?”
“Mortals.”
“Did you kill for revenge or to protect yourself?”
“Both.”
The two of them asked and answered. Many of the onlookers had gathered to watch the show, so they didn’t know what had happened before. When they heard that Mo Ran had killed people for revenge at the age of fifteen, and that he couldn’t remember the exact number, they were shocked and angry.
“I didn’t expect the famous Grandmaster Mo to be a devil who kills without batting an eyelid!”
“So scary … This person is too sinister.”
“When I was fifteen, I didn’t even dare to kill a chicken, but he has already started killing people! What a pervert … ”
Mu Yanli ignored them and said coldly, “Continue with your crimes.”
“I …” Mo Ran couldn’t hold it in anymore. He said hoarsely, “I … impersonated. I pretended to be the nephew of the Supremacy at the Life and Death Summit …”
“How long?”
“Eight years …”
“Continue with your crimes.”
Mo Ran said slowly, “I … cultivated … the three great forbidden techniques … Zhenlong … Zhenlong … Go game …”
Many people on the platform were speechless at this moment.
Someone looked at the Life and Death Summit and said sarcastically, “Didn’t Xue Zhengyong want to exonerate this beast? I said that he would definitely tell the truth if I fed him a cup of Water of Guilt. Xue Zhengyong didn’t let the Heavenly Music Pavilion interrogate Mo Ran according to the law. I think this old thing is blinded by lard. He doesn’t even want to avenge his nephew. The Life and Death Summit has a disciple who cultivates forbidden techniques. This sect should be disbanded, right? What’s the point of keeping it? To continue nurturing devils? ”
“I also said that he did it! At the Life and Death Summit, he destroyed his own spirit core to save us. It was just a ruse. Fortunately, we didn’t let him go at that time! ”
“That’s right. Where there’s life, there’s hope. He must have thought that way. He’s so powerful. So what if his spirit core was destroyed? Maybe he could come up with some crooked ways to recover himself. It was really a close call. If the Heavenly Music Pavilion Master didn’t insist, we might have let this vicious thing go by mistake! ”
There was a huge scale on the public trial platform. It was flowing with golden brilliance. It was an extremely special divine weapon. It weighed hundreds of tons. Since the Heavenly Music Pavilion opened, it had been standing here for thousands of years. It had been passed down from generation to generation.
It was said that this scale was left behind by the gods. It could judge all the crimes and punishments in the world and give the most fair judgment.
Mo Ran didn’t open his mouth to admit to any of his crimes. Mu Yanli ordered her disciples to put the weights made of golden spiritual power into the scale. The exquisite weights fell into the scale and quickly became bigger. They pressed down heavily on the other side of the scale and faced the corresponding punishment.
When he described the first crime, the scale pointed to “digging out the spirit core alive.”
And when he finished describing the exquisite chess game, the scale pointed to the most extreme punishment —
“Crushing the soul.”
On the platform, Xue Meng’s face instantly turned pale.
He muttered, “Crushing the soul …?”
From then on, there would be no more Mo Weiyu and Mo Ran in the Heavenly World.
This elder brother of his, it didn’t matter if he was real or fake.
Even if he reincarnated, he would never see him again.
His mind was blank, and his hands were numb.
Xue Zhengyong stood up and said to Mu Yanli seriously, “Crushing the soul is a punishment that no one has ever suffered since the Heavenly Music Pavilion was established. Pavilion Master Mu, I’m afraid your judgment is not fair. ”
