Chapter 58: Life is safe The dungeon of the City Lord's Mansion had held many prisoners, from petty thieves to murderers and arsonists. Today, the owner of the City Lord's Mansion was imprisoned there. Having seen Wen Ren Huai's strength, Jiang Yu did not dare to take it lightly. He put him on a rack and tied his hands tightly with wood. After making sure that his hands could not move, he brought a chair and sat down in front of him. It was a bit noisy in the City Lord's Mansion. Even though Jiang Yu was in the dungeon, he could vaguely hear the noisy sounds from above. Before Jiang Yu came in, he went to the front yard to take a few looks. The common people who had learned the truth from their relatives who had returned could not accept that the city lord they respected and loved was the murderer of this disaster, and they insisted on coming to the city lord's mansion in person to confirm it before they would believe it. Her father and Song Lian were in charge of the mansion, and Yuan Heng and the others were there to help Chu Qingyue, who was still a little weak, receive the people. Jiang Yu came to the dungeon alone. It’s not that she wanted to see Wen Ren Huai, on the contrary, she felt a headache when she heard this person’s name. He had cursed her in the dark room of the City Lord's Mansion in front of so many people, saying that she would die in the future, causing Wei Xu and the others to look at her in a different way. She really no longer had any good impression of this man. But Wenren Huai specifically asked to see her alone. Jiang Yu changed into clean clothes, playing with the gold hairpin Song Lian had given her before, and looked up at Wen Ren Huai's pale face: "What do you want from me?"
The clothes that Wen Ren Huai was wearing, which were stained with blood and the color could not be seen, were changed, and the blood on his face was washed away, but his hair was still messy. After the blood dried, it clumps together on his hair. The lights on the wall were burning, and although the light in the dungeon was not as bright as the daytime above, at least people could still see clearly. With the light of the burning lamp, Jiang Yu bumped into Wen Ren Huai's eyes. Jiang Yu couldn't describe what kind of look that was, but after the emotions in his eyes changed several times, Jiang Yu finally felt it. He was pitying her. She couldn't help but want to laugh. He was a prisoner who didn't even know whether he could survive. How could he have the right to pity her? Jiang Yu sneered: "If you want to continue talking about the so-called savior, I will not accompany you any more." "What I said is true." Wen Ren Huai spoke quickly. His voice was too weak, and he was eager to prove himself. "Aren't you curious? How could a mere city lord like me know about the Savior and the Way of Heaven?" "If you believe that these words are made up by you, then why should I be curious about you knowing these things?" Jiang Yu sneered, "Also, I need to remind you that you are not a small city lord. You are the great Wenren City Lord who almost killed tens of thousands of people in Lingdu City and is loved by all the people." What a small city lord. If she didn't have these defensive magic weapons, she would have died countless times at his hands and become a sacrifice in the blood sacrifice formation. Wen Ren Huai ignored the irony in her words and said to himself, "Because you have come out of the mountain, Jing Mo can no longer be sealed. There must be a battle between the two of you. If you win, the way of heaven will win. If you lose, the way of heaven will give up this world and let Jing Mo lead the three realms, immortal and indestructible." Jiang Yu leaned back: "So what?" "I am the chosen one!" Wen Ren Huai was a little excited, and he was completely different from the calm and kind Wen Ren City Lord they had in their previous impressions. "I was chosen by the Heaven. He wants me to revive Jing Mo and wants you to fight!" Jiang Yu pursed his lips and said, "According to what you said, why doesn't the Heavenly Dao just wait for me to grow up for a few hundred years and have the strength to fight Jing Mo before asking someone to wake Jing Mo up?" "Because the Heavenly Dao is weak!" Wen Ren Huai said. "Song Hui can't kill Jing Mo. The Heavenly Dao can't suppress Jing Mo for so many years. Moreover, the spiritual power he created for you was taken from the future, the future after Jing Mo's death. The premise for you to have these spiritual powers is that Jing Mo dies and you are the winner. But if the winner is Jing Mo, then such a future does not exist at all. So the longer Jing Mo lives, the more unreasonable your existence will be, and your ability will become weaker and weaker." "So..." Jiang Yu's eyes were heavy, "Is Jing Mo awake?" "woke up." Wen Ren Huai nodded repeatedly. If it weren't for the situation and his temperament, he really wanted to pick her up and spin her around three times, shouting that she finally believed him, "You finally believe me, don't you?" "?" Jiang Yu tilted his head, not knowing where he saw it from, but he did not directly refute or deny it, "But your formations have clearly been destroyed."
Wen Ren Huai breathed a sigh of relief, all the muscles in his body relaxed, and he patiently explained: "But the Heavenly Dao wants him to wake up, and the blood sacrifice is just a trick. Whether it succeeds or not, Jing Mo will break the seal and come back. The purpose of this blood sacrifice may just be to rationalize Jing Mo's awakening and tell the world that Jing Mo is awake." He noticed it when he held the Sword of Chaos. "A trick?" Jiang Yu's expression was inexplicably ugly. He closed his eyes and stared straight at Wen Ren Huai. "Then those people who are going to be sacrificed by you, whether the blood sacrifice is successful or not, they will be fine, right?" "No, that's not right." Jiang Yu denied his statement, "Those people you used to increase the hatred of the people who bled them were truly dead." Wen Renhuai's expression instantly turned ugly. He opened his mouth but didn't utter a single word. His head, which had been slightly raised due to his excitement, slowly drooped. He was silent for a moment, and his voice couldn't tell what emotion he had. "If the blood sacrifice succeeds and they are really dead, the tragic case in Lingdu will be publicized, and people all over the world will remember Jing Mo's brutality again, and will regard you as their lifeline even more." This is his understanding, on another level, that one general's success is the result of the sacrifices of thousands of soldiers. He raised his eyes, looked at the anger on Jiang Yu's face, and suddenly smiled: "Miss Jiang, among all the people I have met, no one is more like a savior than you." Jiang Yu looked at him coldly, and after a long silence, he spoke again: "You speak so coherently, and you know more details than anyone else. How come all this was told to you by the Heavenly Dao in your dreams?" She unconsciously clenched the golden hairpin: "You said, in the future battle with Jing Mo, I will definitely die, right?" Wen Ren Huai looked at her and nodded: "Three hundred years of spiritual power must be replenished, but I really don't know how the Heavenly Dao replenishes spiritual power." He reluctantly leaned his head forward a little: "But, those three hundred years of spiritual power created you. Without those three hundred years of spiritual power, you will naturally be in danger." "Then have you ever thought of another possibility?" Jiang Yu smiled, "What if I don't become the savior? What if--" Her smile suddenly became a bit evil: "I am willing to join forces with Jing Mo and fight against the way of heaven together to protect my life?" (End of this chapter)