Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 701

   Jiang Wang held his breath, and even stopped beating his heart.

  The seamless concealment allows him to blend perfectly with the environment. The methods Yin Guan applied to it can make him blind to the monks in the realm of God for a short time.

  However, this is not foolproof.

  Especially, what is Song Hengjiang? It has become famous hundreds of years ago, and it is the role of the same era as the great ancestor Zhuang Chengqian of Zhuang State.

  Even if Yin Guan himself is here, he dare not say that he can avoid Song Hengjiang's gaze.

  I don’t know if it’s because the previous Lanhe battlefield had expended too much energy. At this time, Song Hengjiang was already very old. He was rickety and looked tired.

  Walking in this underwater cave, like all the old people at the end of their lives, looks extremely weak.

  In other words, Song Hengjiang was willing to show his old attitude just because there was no one around here.

   Tangtang Qinghe Shuijun, who had become famous hundreds of years ago, was at least a man of God and a strong man, who was supposed to have a golden body and chalcedony, and he would never retreat until he died. He looks like this, obviously there is a problem.

  He walked in the crypt, took a regular look at the sarcophagi, and then walked directly to the left side of the cave-exactly next to Jiang Wang hiding.

  As Song Hengjiang approached slowly, Jiang Wang's heart became tighter and tighter.

  This is not an ordinary old man, but a peerless creature who is temporarily dozing off.

  A huge pressure hung on his heart, making him a little chilly.

  He didn't want to tie his life and death to manpower, but the huge power gap left him no choice at all.

  The difference between life and death may only turn around.

  Song Hengjiang walked to the sarcophagus, without stopping, he lifted his steps and walked into the cave on the left.

  Jiang Wang closed his eyes lightly and let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

  Song Hengjiang obviously didn't think there would be people hiding here, and he walked directly into the cave without taking too serious inspections inch by inch.

   "He is going to die soon." Jiang Yan said in the Tongtian Palace, her voice a little emotional.

  Jiang Wang woke up all of a sudden, hesitatingly said: "The Shui Clan is born with a longer lifespan, and he is such a strong man... how could he?"

Jiang Yan was silent for a while. He probably thought about it carefully before saying: "It should be because of an irreversible injury. He was the top cultivator of the gods back then. With his talent, he should have been in the cave long ago. Now it’s still God’s presence, which has already explained the problem in itself."

  Jiang Wang guessed: "If he really suffered an irreversible injury in his early years. Will raising these evil demons have something to do with his injury?"

   Jiang Yan's voice was light and fluttering: "Who knows?"

  At this time, Song Hengjiang’s voice sounded in the inner cave.

   "Another year has passed."

  He sighed.

  He seems to be talking to someone, his voice is very vicissitudes of life.

   "It's been... 218 years."

   "Wanxi. It's been 218 years, are you in pain?"

  Sorry?

  No, it sounds like a person’s name.

  "Zhuang Guo was over two hundred years ago, was there any famous person named Wanxi?" He asked Jiang Yan in the Tongtian Palace.

  "Where did I know?" Jiang Yan was suddenly impatient.

   Jiang Wang did not dare to move, did not dare to relax, he felt very uncomfortable between the two weird blood-stained sarcophagi, which would give him the illusion that he was already a dead person.

  And those blood patterns really distort people's hearts and harm the soul.

  He can only focus his attention on his hearing and listen to Song Hengjiang’s voice in the Lijian Cave.

  Song Hengjiang should be talking to himself, because Jiang Wang never heard any response from the beginning to the end.

   "I'm going to Lanhe again."

"That old thing died so thoroughly. His descendants are incapable of success. The entire Lan River, not even a Shui Clan that can stand well in front of me. It was Beigong Jade who came forward, and the Lan River Water Mansion was not completely destroyed. "

   "Oh, old stuff."

  Song Hengjiang’s voice suddenly melancholy: "Unconsciously, I am also an old thing in people's mouth..."

   "Gao Xian is very talented. He is already a real person in this world, but he is not a thing."

  "He doesn't respect the aquarium, or the ancient covenant. He doesn't remember Zhuang Chengqian's promise, he doesn't know himself..."

   "He actually forced me to join forces with Luo Guo to join forces with Fayong, do you know? He doesn't care about the hatred and perseverance of the Shui Clan at all. But because of you...but because of you, Wanxi, I still have expectations for him."

   "Expectations failed again and again."

   "I'm willing to risk a big deal, intervene in the replacement of the king's power, and help him sit on the dragon chair. Turning his head, he is not tolerant of the aquarium."

   "I hope he can be as pure and kind as you, but he is more like Zhuang Chengqian. No, he is colder than Zhuang Chengqian."

"He actually threatened me with Qingyue and Qingzhi's life, do you know? Although I didn't say it clearly, I can feel his coldness. Now the situation is better than people, and I can only drag this decay. Sick body, fight Lanhe again. If you know these things, how sad you should be..."

  "Han Yin forced him to be like this? I hope so..."

  Song Hengjiang, like all the old people dying, chattering.

"Now Han Yin is dead. It was old, no matter if it was an enemy or a friend, there are not a few left. On the way here just now, I thought for a while, but I couldn't figure it out. I don't know if I am too old or they are dead. It's too clean."

"Death, it’s no big deal, I’ve realized it a long time ago. I’ve stayed for so many years for the Qingjiang Shuizu. Now that Qingyue has grown up, many things are better than me, I can rest assured. Only Qingzhi, I’m too young to be sensible..."

  "In this way, there are also shortcomings in the clearing of the agreement. He is too proud to never bow his head. I am afraid that Gao Xian will not be able to tolerate him after I leave..."

   "But what should I do?"

   "There will be a day..."

   "Oh. What do you mean by that sentence?'Death is the only fair', right?"

   "Wanxi, I don’t know for my brother, whether I am a little more selfish or love you a little more. Maybe you are also in pain over the years?"

   "When I leave, I will take you with me."

   "That day will be soon... soon..."

   "Remember the waterbloom? The day it bloomed over the water, the wanderings were all over."

  Song Hengjiang spoke slowly, one sentence in the east and one sentence in the west, in a mixed manner. Like all the old people who talk to people close to them.

  Always share trivial matters tirelessly.

But Jiang Wang has no way to distinguish the information in Song Hengjiang's whispers, because there is a more realistic and terrifying thing before him-it is impossible for Yin Guan to invest too much in the operation on the hidden clothes. Multi-strength, so the means of deployment have a time limit. And from that nameless green hill, all the way to this, the time is almost up!

  The three methods that Yin Guan blessed on the hidden clothes were used once when watching Du Yehu in Jiujiang Xuanjia, and once when killing Dong A. Now this is the last time.

  The concealment effect of the concealment clothing is almost useless when facing the cultivator. Once the methods left by Yin Guan on the hidden clothes fail, he will be equivalent to standing naked in front of Song Hengjiang.

  That is a death.

  There is no room for resistance.

  The time left in the concealment is extremely limited, and Song Hengjiang is still talking there.

  The sluggish words sounded like funeral ceremonies...Impossibly imminent!

  (End of this chapter)