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Chapter 795 Difficult to live forever (5)

Suo Shitong looked in, it was a palace with all the edges and corners smoothed out by snow, and it was bottomless at a glance.

In the end, after hesitating for a moment, Soshton still walked in.

Space is pulled into two poles.

On one pole is Suo Shitong who broke in step by step, his eyes were burnt red, and above his left hand, there is the Xuanming True Water gushing out.

The other pole is Jing Shijialan who is imprisoned by iron chains. He looks at the uninvited guest calmly, his eyes are calm and clean.

A few tens of meters away from Jingshijialan, Suo Shitong stopped.

The Xuanming True Water, which was originally hailed as the holy water for irrigation, now looks particularly terrifying, like water gushing out of hell.

"Jing Shijialan, did you kill him?" Suo Shitong questioned.

Jing Shijialan raised his head slowly, looked at Suo Shitong with a pair of clear eyes, without saying a word, but with a condescending silent torture.

Suo Shitong continued: "My son died, died in the hell of Abi, did you do it?"

A flash of astonishment flashed across Jing Shijialan's eyes, and then he sank into the freezing ocean and disappeared without a trace.

Jing Shijialan lifted the shackles on his hands slightly, indicating that he was locked tightly, and he didn't bother to say a word.

Suo Shitong's original firm eyes gradually showed a look of panic, but his face became more ferocious, and he roared at Jing Shijialan:

"It must be you! You killed my son! This must be your conspiracy!

It is absolutely impossible for your lord to do anything to my son... Your lord is such a merciful person. Although my son has a slight deviation, he has not done anything. Your lord will not kill me for the sake of my 40 years of loyalty. his...

It's all you!You killed my son! "

Facing Suo Shitong's fury, Jing Shijialan didn't even have the slightest expression on his face.

Dragging the shackles with his right hand, he stretched into his left bosom with difficulty, and pulled off his belt.

In an instant, the soft clothing without restraints hung down lazily, exposing the chest inside.

Although Jing Shijialan was much thinner, his muscles were still firm.

And on top of his solid muscles, there are wounds that are intertwined and almost covered with skin color.

On it, because of Ku Zhuan's seal, there are 64 meridians that explode once a year, and the wounds on it are stacked one on top of the other, forming a blood scab the size of a bowl.

When he broke free from the 81 Gu'e sutras, the wound was cut open, from the flesh to the skin, and the wound is still bloody.

In addition, there are countless wounds left by torture such as whipping, ironing, and needle pricking.

On the tall body of Jing Shajialan, there is not even a piece of intact skin the size of a fingernail.

Suo Shitong knew that Jing Shijialan was tortured.

But he had never seen Jing Shijialan's wounds, and never thought about the imprints brought about by these tortures, which looked so shocking.

Looking at Jing Shijialan for a while, Suo Shitong, who was originally aggressive, calmed down a bit.

How many injuries he suffered and how much torture he endured.

Even Suo Shitong felt some pity for Jing Shajialan.

Also as a father, Suo Shitong couldn't imagine that there was a real father in the world who could do such a cruel thing to his son.

Jing Shijialan pulled the collar, and there was no expression on his face from the beginning to the end.

Jing Shijialan didn't say a word, but he made Suo Shitong understand one thing.

You said he was merciful and would not have the heart to kill your son, but he even had the heart to torture his own son.

Can a person who can abuse his own son like a pig or dog be truly compassionate?

Jing Shijialan fastened his clothes and said calmly:
"Suo Shidanze passed away unexpectedly, I have never heard of it, but I can tell you an answer, it depends on whether you want to listen or not."

Suo Shitong frowned, his reason told him that this person could not be trusted, but his emotions encouraged him.

"How are you going to tell me?"

Jing Shijialan didn't speak, but raised his arms, and the shackles and iron chains made a "cracking" sound.

. . .

"What did you bring me here for?"

In Qingluan Cangxu Pavilion, Suo Shitong was puzzled.

Jing Shijialan, who was hidden in the cloak, did not speak, and walked in quickly without stopping.

The heavily guarded Cangxu Pavilion seemed invisible to the two uninvited guests.

Jing Shajialan led Suo Shitong around the ancestral hall, entered an empty palace, opened a door in the wall, and walked straight down.

After walking for some time, there was a door at the end of the dark underground passage, and the person standing by the door was the patriarch of the Qingluan Sacred Clan——Gongjue Zhanshu.

Without looking at Suo Shitong, he saluted Jing Shajialan, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the door.

In an instant, rounds of air-conditioning rushed towards the face, and it was so cold that people shivered at the end of summer.

Inside the door is a small dark room, the surrounding walls are made of ice, and the room is even more chilly.

In the very center of the room, there is an ice platform made of ice and half a person's height.

On the table, there is a person lying down.

Suo Shitong walked in without knowing why, and when he saw the people on the stage, he became excited immediately, rushed over quickly, and said in surprise:

"This is... Cheng Luo!"

The people on the ice platform were silent, and frost formed between their brows and eyes.

Suo Shitong looked at the iceman on the ice platform, his mouth closed in shock, and he looked up at Gong Jueshu in disbelief.

It was a face similar to the Iceman, but slightly immature. He nodded expressionlessly and said:

"This is indeed my late father."

Gongjue Chengluo, the right protector of the former temple, the patriarch of the Qingluan Holy Clan, and Suo Shitong's lifelong best friend.

"How could it be..." Suo Shitong murmured in disbelief, "Didn't Cheng Luo die because he betrayed His Majesty, and then chose to commit suicide due to guilt?"

Hearing this, Gong Jue Chanshu's eyes were burning with fire, and he said bluntly:
"Guardian Zuo, thankfully my late father even invited you as a close friend, but you don't know him at all and don't trust him.

Will my father be a traitor to the Lord? Do you really not know, or do you dare not know at all? "

Facing the younger generation's questioning, Suo Shitong was dumbfounded, and looked at Gongjue Chengluo, his hands trembling in the air, and he refused to let go.

Gong Jue Zhanshu stepped forward, and opened the collar of Gong Jue Chengluo, revealing his frozen chest.

With this glance, Suo Shitong took several steps back again and again, and muttered like a demon in his mouth:

"Impossible...it's impossible..."

On the Yuzhong acupoint on Gongjue Chengluo's chest, there are extremely clear fingerprints of five fingers.

Even though it has been ten years, I can still see that this imprint is deeply rooted in my heart.

That is the trace of the decision.

"Impossible?" Gongjue Zhanshu sneered, "When my late father passed away, Your Majesty was only eight years old. Senior Agung had already been forced to leave Tianxuan Palace. You said that there is no one in this world who can take away my father's final gift. Who else?"

(End of this chapter)