Chapter 18 — Once I am reborn, I will not give him even a strand of hair

I stood under the gloomy blue light, my voice was so calm that it was almost cold.

“So my card is not lost.”

“But someone took it away and gave it to Cong Hoa.”

“Mother Du is also your person.”

“She knows too much, she can only die.”

The old lady turned the token, and inside the stone pedestal immediately heard the sound of the mechanism starting up. A bronze box slowly rose from the ground.

“Thanh Tu, in my previous life I always liked to put all my thoughts into Nghien Hanh.”

"If you had been as smart as you are today, it wouldn't have been a waste of your life."

My breath suddenly stopped. Co Nghien Hanh suddenly raised his head.

“What did you just say... what did you mean by past life?”

The old lady seemed to know that she had said something wrong, her fingertips stopped on the bronze box. Soon, she smiled again.

"I'm old, sometimes I say some nonsense."

But we still move step by step closer to the stone pedestal.

“When I died in the courtyard in the west of the city, why did music and joy ring out outside?”

There was finally a hint of surprise in the old lady's eyes.

“So... I remember too.”

Suddenly, the sound of iron chains dragging was heard from all around. The people who had dull faces in the iron cages all raised their heads at the same time, as if the word "remember" had touched some taboo. Co Nghien Hanh reached out and grabbed my arm.

“Where is the mansion in the west of the city?”

I pushed his hand away.

“The place you used to imprison me.”

"After waking up, you thought that the life-saving pill was because Tong Uyen Nhu asked for it, then locked me in a private courtyard, not allowing me to step out for the rest of my life."

“I have never done that.”

“Not yet in this life.”

I looked at his pale face.

“But I died there once.”

Co Nghiem Hanh's body shook slightly, as if his heart had just been pierced by that sentence. The old lady laughed softly.

“It turns out the one who came back... wasn't just me.”

She opened the bronze box. Inside was a bottle of dark red medicine, with a yellowed notebook pressed underneath.

“Piercing Bone Poison Twelve Sutras can destroy meridians, and can also make a person on the verge of death remember their previous life.”

“I drank the improved medicine, so I retained all my memories.”

"After my resurrection, I did not go to Kunlun, which proves that the medicine's effectiveness was truly successful."

Only now do we understand why Co Nghien Hanh was once again poisoned on the same day. This poisoned chess game is not just to force the jade order to reveal itself. The old lady also wanted to test whether we really returned to the past or not.

“The first golden needle was pinned into his body by someone.”

"That's right."

The old lady looked towards her son, without a trace of pity in her eyes.

"In my previous life, I was saved by Khuong Thanh Tu, but because of Tong Uyen Nhu, I kept him under house arrest."

"The Khuong family's clues have been broken since then. I only have to wait another seven years."

“You really disappoint me.”

From the corner of Co Nghien Hanh's mouth, a mouthful of black blood slowly flowed out.

“What does this have to do with the Co family?”

"The Co family will forever guard the border, but will forever be just a sword in the hands of the royal family."

The old lady's expression gradually became more passionate.

“Just need to get the book and the medicine from the secret vault, everyone is in the capital Every city will have to bow to the Co family."

"That year your father refused to listen, I had no choice but to let him die in the West."

Co Nghiem Hanh clenched his fist.

“Father was also killed by someone?”

“He died true to his worth.”

The old lady rotated the half piece of jade on the stone pedestal. Suddenly there was a clear cracking sound from my sleeve. The fake jade that I always carried with me broke. Among the jade debris revealed a piece of jade that was only the size of a grain of rice. That is a small piece of jade that is ground down from the edge of real jade when we sculpt fake jade. The jade fragment was absorbed by the stone platform and suddenly flew straight into the concave groove. Between the two broken pieces of jade, a dark light immediately lit up. The entire old pharmacy trembled violently. The locks on the iron cages continuously burst open. The old lady's face changed drastically and she quickly reached out to take back the token. Co Nghien Hanh rushed onto the stone pedestal and used all his strength to hold her wrist.

“Thanh Tu, bring the book!”

The old lady slammed the dark red potion into his wound. The medicine in the bottle penetrated into the skin, and black veins immediately appeared across Co Nghiem Hanh's meridians. I grabbed the notebook from the bronze box, but the top page was not a list of officials. It was a topographic map of the Kunlun secret vault.