Mojin Office

"Gu Yi, am I dying..."

"Young master, you will live a long life."

"Is the father... gone?"

The answer was a moment of silence.

There was no response, only the sound of wheels rolling.

In the carriage, the boy lying on the man's lap opened his eyes with difficulty, coughed a few times in a hoarse voice, his blurred vision could not see the face of the person above him clearly, but two lines of tears were drawn from the corners of his eyes.

He blinked and closed it tiredly.

"Young master, sleep for a while, we will be there soon." The man who was holding him in the car lowered his eyes, a look of pain flashed in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to gently brush the messy hair on the boy's forehead, and carefully combed it. Close the quilt, then pat the quilt to coax the other party to sleep.

The boy closed his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was heavy and intermittent, as if it was extremely difficult.

He took two deep breaths, coughed twice, and seemed to be slowly falling asleep. After a while, he uttered a voice that was like raving and whispering, "I, I saw the emperor, and I also saw the father. They rode War horses, run very fast, I try my best to chase them, shouting loudly, but they don't stop... He is right, I am a curse star, a demon, born to only bring bad luck to the people around me, die It's okay, it's okay to die...or..."

The man next to him breathed hard when he heard the words, his eyes were condensed, his thin lips were slightly parted, with a trace of anger, and he wanted to ask who said such words.

But the child in his arms was already extremely tired, and his speech became weaker and weaker.

He pursed his lips, and could only suppress the question first, then turned his head to look at the devastated scenery outside the car window, his eyes full of worry.

……

"My little son, make a decision quickly. Too many people have died for you. Look at these loyal subordinates. Do you want to see them all die because of you?"

During the wild chase, the hooves of the horses screamed, and the sound of the clash of weapons was like thunder in his ears.

The boy opened his eyes with difficulty, looked sideways at the scene of the desperate battle between the two sides outside the carriage, moved his hand, but had no strength at all.

In the carriage, the hoarse and old voice still sounded out of self-care, with a bit of bewitchment.

"Each of these people has the ability to control thousands of troops alone. If it weren't for you, Gu Yi, in this troubled world, with his talent, he might have been a figure under one man and above ten thousand in the new dynasty. .Emperor Star, Uranus Star, and General Star all fell because of you..."

"no, do not want……"

"As long as you die, their reversed fate will return to the right path, and they will have the blessings of eternal life." The middle-aged man gently read the sparse goatee with one hand, and slowly put the other hand on the boy's abdomen, sending out There was a faint red light, and the voice became softer and lower.

"As long as I die..."

"Yes, as long as you die, it's not considered dead, you just go back to the place you should have taken with you."

The boy blinked his eyes, which could barely see anything, his pupils slowly began to slacken, and his eyes closed bit by bit.

The lips moved slightly, as if to say something, but it was so low that it was completely inaudible.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he lifted his palm up cautiously, and saw a cloud of golden haze being sucked out in the faint red light.

But at this moment, the boy's breathing has completely disappeared, his heart is no longer beating, his sleeping face is peaceful, there seems to be a smile of relief at the corner of his mouth, but it also carries the bitterness of despair.

……

"What's your name? Why did you sleep in the coffin?" The boy's clear voice was full of curiosity and inquiry.

The child tilted his head, shaking his head with confusion in his eyes, "My name is Yin Chen, I don't know about the rest..."

"Wang Qing said that you have nowhere to go, so you can live in the palace from now on, how about staying with me? In this palace, no one talks with me, so boring."

"okay."

The child blinked and nodded confusedly. He felt as if he had forgotten something very important, but he couldn't remember it.

Afterwards, the child stayed by the boy's side every day. He changed into his servant's clothes and slept with the boy, almost inseparable. He also understood what the boy meant by being left alone.

The young man had only attendants by his side, and he didn't dare to say much except for replying. During the day, except for the early morning hours, the young man was almost silent for a while.

But in the early days, the young man could only sit on the dragon chair like a statue.

He suddenly felt that the boy was very similar to himself, that kind of suffocating and helpless loneliness.

So he tried his best to chat, play, and make fun with the young man. Sometimes the two of them would laugh because they teased a few palace servants, or they would secretly hide the pride and joy that people came to find but couldn't find.

The child gradually got used to this kind of life.

Until one day, the boy suddenly ran towards him with a pale face, grabbed his shoulders and made him run away tremblingly.

He didn't know why until several people broke in.

The person who came in was the one who brought him to meet the young man, and the young man called him Wang Qing.

The boy seems to be very dependent on him, and everything is left to him.

But when the man threatened the boy with a ferocious and ferocious face and ordered him to be arrested, he realized that what the boy had for him was not trust or intimacy, but fear.

He got angry when he saw the boy holding his hand, trembling with fear, begging and backing away.

He just wanted to throw everyone in front of him out, close the door tightly, and stop scaring the boy.

Then, the expressions of the people on the opposite side suddenly changed drastically, as if they had encountered something terrifying, and even two people were so frightened that they fell limply to the ground and trembled.

And there was a hurried and frightened cry beside his ear.

He just turned his head, and saw the young man hastily throwing off his hand and retreating quickly, his face became paler, and the fear in his eyes became more and more intense.

He froze for a moment, unable to react for a while, Na Na opened his mouth, wanting to ask what's wrong with the boy.

But the man named Wang Qing suddenly stepped forward, pulled out a dagger, grabbed the boy's shoulder, and put the dagger across the boy's neck.

"Let go of him!" He yelled at the man in horror.

The man smiled wickedly, and said, "I can let him go, as long as you are obedient."

"you……"

"Huh?" The man brought the dagger closer, and saw the boy hiss, and a red mark appeared on the slender, white neck.

Immediately, a faint blood began to spread in the air, making him look more and more restless.

"Okay, okay, let him go first! I'll listen to you."

"Wang Mang, how dare you! Bully the emperor, kill the emperor to seek the position, I will kill your nine clans!" The young man was furious and forgot his fear.

The man laughed triumphantly, and said disdainfully, "Zhu Jiu Clan? Does the Emperor also want to include the Empress Dowager?"

The boy's face changed drastically.

But the man looked up at the boy, stretched out his hand and threw the dagger at the boy's feet, then closed his palms into claws and strangled the boy's throat, saying, "I want to change his life, dig out your heart."

The boy's face also changed. The boy's eyes widened, and he wanted to speak, but his throat was strangled, and he couldn't speak. He could only stare at the boy intently.

The boy looked at the panicked expression of the young man, and at the blood continuously dripping from his neck, moved his fingers, squatted down slowly, and picked up the bloody dagger.

This experience seemed familiar, and my heart was inexplicably disheartened.

He looked up at the boy, then turned his head to look at the people in the room, tightened his grip on the dagger, and raised his hand to stab it in the chest.

The man suddenly shouted, "Slow down." Then he turned his head and told one of his subordinates, "Go."

The subordinate's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and he looked at the boy in horror, "I, I, I..."

"Go!" The man shouted in a low voice, his voice was cold and sinister.

The man was frightened, so he could only swallow his saliva, approached cautiously, and grabbed the dagger from the boy's hand with trembling hands.

Seeing that the boy didn't make any resistance, he felt a little relieved and became more courageous.

He raised his hand, and slowly drew a mark on the boy's chest with the dagger, but he saw the boy grunt, but he still didn't resist. A hint of excitement.

The boy ignored him, but stared at the tearful, excited and struggling teenager, smiled, and said, "Thank you!"

As for what to thank?Even he can't tell.

After the heart was dug out, the boy fell into a deep sleep, but for some reason, the soul was awake, but it was still imprisoned in the body.

He saw that not only his heart had been dug out, but the blood on his body was also radiated.

He heard that person vaguely saying that soaking in his blood would keep him youthful forever, and he thought it was funny, since he was not a god or a demon, how could blood have such an effect.

But thinking that he is obviously dead now, but he can still see the surrounding situation without opening his eyes. Could it be that he is really some kind of monster.

Later, he was placed in a coffin, which was thought to be the end of it.

But beside him, another person was released.

He was startled when he saw the gray-faced and silent boy.

The boy was still dead, or killed.

He was angry, sad, and hated, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

Later, after an unknown amount of time, his soul also felt exhausted, and slowly fell into a deep sleep...

The later pictures were intermittent, but it wasn’t that the memory was unstable. Instead, it seemed that I was constantly being reborn and reincarnated. wave.

But there is one person who has not changed from the beginning to the end, and that is his old man...

When Gu Mu opened his eyes, the surroundings were as bright as daylight.

He stared blankly for a long while before slowly adapting to the light in front of him, or the picture.

The surroundings are quiet, but the sound of breathing can be heard one after another, so real.

He turned his head slightly, and saw the person next to him sleeping on his side, facing him.

The face in front of him is so familiar, yet hazy and far away.

All the memories were squeezed together in an instant, making him a little dazed, confused and at a loss.

In a daze, the person in front of him suddenly opened his eyes.

The red eyes were as cold as before, piercing his heart like a sharp knife, making him unable to breathe.