Chapter 22 (2/2)

The sound of a few crisp claps came from in front of him Fu Shen finally turned around, brows raised, a smile on his lips, and the contempt and ridicule in his eyes plain as day

”How touching What a shame I don't see it that way,” he said softly ”Have you still not seen through it up until this day, Sir Yan? No one's forced you You willingly sank into thearound in it”

After saying this, he turned and went over to the road outside

Fu Shen wanted to walk away from this with determination, but with each step he took, the knife stuck in his heart seemed to pull out a bit ushi+ng froer hold it in

The road looked like it had no end He knew so his back, so he did his utid it was, the more the pain seeure appeared before his eyes: his back wasn't wide, but it was exceptionally tall and upright, half-kneeling in front of him as he e, swiveled around, and viciously sround

There was the sharp sound of it cracking as its shards scattered out

”From today onwards, you and I are just like like this jade”

He refused to give another look, as if he was casting everything behind hiht of Fu Shen's red-riards to friendshi+p, they didn't seereatly different fro of ties was tooa piece off the robe of brotherhood was not entirely it, as it went against the general feel of things Within himself, he was faintly aware that what he had lost was deeper, and ile, than a friendshi+p

Broken all over the ground, like this jade, was likely a core filled with conorant, true heart of one still young

Fu Shen rode like a storm all the way out of the town, his silhouette an arrow released froh of a dust cloud to fill the sky By good luck, with so few people within the city, the outside was just a vast expanse of wasteland, and his ales of the countryside were like overwhel his clothes around and blurring his eyes as it blew past, his anger being vented by the sadistic i to a stop when he was finally drained of it, Fu Shen reached up to feel at the corner of his eye, finding it was dry

He didn't knohether he hadn't cried, or if the wind had blown it all away

In one er would rush to his head, and he'd feel that he should take his blade, rush back to town, and slaughter Yan Xiaohan like livestock; in another, his spirits would sink, and all he'd want to do is find a secluded area, drink down his sorrows, and hts were just flickers in his head, however, and died in a wink The mo

How could different paths coether? He hadn't believe in evil at first, but now it's ended up turning into one of his myriad of lessons

As he knew his error, when the tio

The as constant and powerful The horizon went on forever, in all directions ”Wasn't that just a white-eyed wolf?” Fu Shen said to hi?”

He said as much, but when he went back to the Estate and saw the box with the bow in it that he had hoarded like a valuable, his nose inevitably ached with unshed tears Bearing with the wave of indescribable sorrow, he called a servant boy in ”Go take this box to the storehouse”

”Should it be put in the Duke's storehouse, or so Master's courtyard?” the boy asked

Fu Shen originally wanted to say that the farther away it went, the better, and was on the verge of saying exactly that – but he got the fear that the boould be used and abused by soht up in his throat ”Put it… whatever Put it inunpleasant

With another thought, he added another phrase to that ”Put it in a good spot Don't let et to it”

Thankfully, they weren't acquainted for long and didn't have a close association, so that was the only item he had related to the one surnamed Yan After the box was taken out, Fu Shen finally shed the unbearable suffocation, and laid his back onto his bed Areat sorrows, and the injury to his psyche, Fu Shen soed to fade into sleep In his dream, he was back at the precipice on Gemstone Mountain There was no wild boar this ti fro abyss whose bottom couldn't be seen under his feet

Drea to cry out for help no ry, but he had sos, and didn't reach out to pull him up

”Why did you deceive me?”

What hadn't been asked in reality was finally asked within the drea harshly, before he suddenly fell apart with a huge bellow of rage “You're deceivingto trick me this time! Go on and jump down! You're the type ould!”

After he shouted, he jolted abruptly, returning to wakefulness

The sky outside the as dark He had unwittingly slept through the afternoon Fu Tingxin was standing next to his bed, his face a bit haggard, and saw that he woke up ”Why did you fall asleep in your clothes? Did you have a nightmare just now?” he asked with concern

Fu Shen bowed his head to look, discovering that his own hands were firmly pressed down onto his chest; no wonder he felt like he couldn't breathe in the dreaot up fro, stiff shoulders and neck Suddenly taking notice that Fu Tingxin earing whiteclothes, appearance tidy and neat, his heart sunk for no discernible reason ”Are you going out, Uncle?” he asked

”I just received word froxin said slowly ”Mr Jin couldn't stand the torture, and cut his wrists open with broken porcelain while in prison He left behind four last words… dying of blood loss”

Heaven's Will was a knife As if the previous stab wasn't deep and agonizing enough

Fu Shen was instantly solexin closed his eyes in weariness, sobs choking up his throat as he ultimately found it difficult to control hi down his face—

”He wrote, 'my conscience is clear'”