Yu Wu

The matter was urgent, and Mo Xi didn't have time to make a special trip to inform the king, so he ordered the sound transmission butterfly to go to the palace, and he himself took the lead and rushed to the foot of Zhanhun Mountain.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance, he saw that the two monks guarding the mountain had died—their eyeballs had been gouged out and their hearts had been snatched away.

Exactly the same way of death as Elder Yu.

The ring on his hand was getting hotter and hotter, pointing directly at the blood-stained mountain road.Mo Xi stared at the ring for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "...Gu Mang...is it really you?"

The colder I felt, I went straight up the mountain.

The terrain of Zhanhun Mountain is extremely complicated. On its ethereal peak, heroes of all dynasties in China are buried.It is said that in the dead of night, the neighing of war horses and the tinkling of copper clangs will appear from time to time in the mountains, which seems to confirm the rumor that "the flames of war in Kyushu will never stop, and the souls of Chonghua heroes will never die".

Here, many guiding tools will be disturbed by the spiritual flow and cannot guide the way correctly. Even Mo Xi's silver ring is slightly affected, and it has to be adjusted several times before it can be turned again.

Mo Xi came to the foot of Battle Soul Mountain.

When he got here, he stopped, looked at the faint cold mist in the dense forest, and murmured: "The man in the dream..."

That's right, this mist is not an ordinary mountain mist, but a "dream man" that only some high-level magicians in Liao Kingdom can use.

This is a kind of illusion, which can change the real scene around and recreate a world.If it arouses desire and indulges in it, the mind will be easily destroyed.However, Mo Xi has fought against the Liao Kingdom Warlock who used the "Dreamman" many times on the battlefield, and it is not difficult for him to resist this way.

This is where the needle tip of the ring points, which means that Gu Mang is now in the mist of the "dream man".

He has to go in.

Mo Xi thought for a moment, then raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "Huan Die."

A sound transmission butterfly came out in response.

Mo Xi said: "Tell Your Majesty the location and the situation, I'll investigate first and ask him to send someone to help."

The butterfly flapped its wings, and after a while, it disappeared into the depths of the forest.Mo Xi stepped into the thick fog that could not be melted away.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness all around, and it was difficult to distinguish five fingers.

"Gu Mang!" He raised his voice, "Gu Mang, come out!"

The voice echoed in the mist, and after a while, a soft laughter came from a person in the cold mist: "Mr. Xihe?"

The person who spoke was not Gu Mang.

The man sighed and said, "Oh, I'm so careless. I always feel that the captured altar beast seems to have some strange spiritual flow. It turns out that you put a tracking symbol in his body."

"...Who are you?"

"Who am I? Xihe Jun has been investigating the brothel case for so long, so don't you have any guesses in your mind?" That indistinct figure appeared so thin in the mist, appeared for a moment, and then disappeared soon.

But it was just a flash of surprise, but Mo Xi had already made a swift and ruthless attack, and a bunch of blazing fireballs smashed past.

"Ouch." A hum came from the dense fog, and after a while of silence, the voice sighed, "The Iron-Blooded God of War, Lord Xihe, really deserves his reputation." He suddenly smiled dangerously again, "You have such a bad temper. "

Mo Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Where is Gu Mang? What is your relationship with him?!"

"I have nothing to do with him. As for who I am, isn't there a lot of opinions in Chonghua City?" The man was sweet, as if he was talking about something that he found very interesting, "What kind of brothel flower picker? The cook who ran away from Luomei Bieyuan..." He snorted, and the laughter was lingering in the thicker and thicker fog, "It's really interesting. I listened to many passages, and I even told a story Woolen cloth."

He even said it himself? !

As if he could see Mo Xi's slightly widened eyes, the man said with a slow smile, "Yeah, I was bored in my free time, and I once pretended to be a storyteller and went to a teahouse to open a forum to tell stories. Yu Qishi, your friend, Young Master Yue, he just isn't satisfied, and he is really naughty when he says something about premature ejaculation in a brothel."

"You...the real storyteller..."

"Of course I killed them." The man said indifferently, "After killing, it seems to be thrown into a dry well? It seems to be thrown into a mass grave? I'm sorry, I killed too many people, and I can't remember clearly."

He finally smiled and said: "But speaking of it, you are more reliable than that Mr. Wang Shu. He was just thinking wildly, and as soon as he thought of the answer, he was eager to pry the testimony from the prisoner. But you know how to inspect those corpses carefully." The few sword marks on his body."

The man paused, and asked almost happily, "So, did you find out anything?"

Mo Xi's voice was deep and fiery: "...are you really Li Qingqian?"

The other party was silent for a moment in the thick fog, and then giggled suddenly. The laughter became louder and more serious, and it kept lingering around, unable to distinguish any direction.

"Li Qingqian... Li Qingqian, haha, hahahaha..." This name seemed to touch some kind of sore spot in that person's heart, and the long smile that emerged from his throat was like a vulture lingering around for a long time.

"I'm not!" He tightened his voice suddenly, and when the lingering sound echoed, he said sharply, ""Sword of Broken Water" Chapter 1, the sword of benevolence cuts the water, the sword of righteousness cuts sorrow, the poor can help the world, and the hardships are still willing...It's ridiculous, Sad, pitiful! What Li Zongshi is, but a pauper, a waste pustule, extremely pedantic!"

He scolded himself for a while, got angry for a while, and then gradually calmed down after a while.In the stillness of the cold mist, he suddenly said: "I just look down on you hypocrites, who are full of greed, anger, and ignorance in their hearts, but for the sake of fame and fortune, I can't afford it or let it go."

The words are full of danger.

Mo Xi couldn't be more sensitive to murderous intent, his eyes froze immediately, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Frankly! Call me!"

A red light flashed, and the snake whip Shenwu hissed, holding it in his hand.

"Oh, bluntly." The man snorted, "it's amazing. It's shocking, but unfortunately, I don't think you can use it here."

"..."

"I can't beat you, so I won't fight you head-on. But I was lucky enough to overhear some of your secrets. If I want to trap you, there are many other ways."

"For example..." After a pause, he suddenly asked with great interest, "When Gu Mang was confined in Luomei Bieyuan, did you tell him...the lotus pattern on his neck was branded by you?" of?"

Mo Xi's heart turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and said, "...What the hell are you!"

"Don't be in a hurry to ask me what it is. Why don't I ask you." The man said amusedly, "Let me ask you—the number one commander of Chonghua, the cold and pure Xi He Jun, men and women are not close, a thin lover who has been self-reliant for thirty years, and Princess Mengze couldn't get along with her heart."

His voice was near and far away, and now it was almost behind Mo Xi's ears, his tone was moist.

"What's your relationship with that Gu Shuai?"

Brushing the ground, the whip was whipped down recklessly, and the anger made the whip burst into bursts of sparks.

But that ghost seemed to have been expected, this time he was not drawn again, and he didn't know where he was scattered.

"Master Jun, you are so fierce, so it seems that my guess is not bad at all?"

Mo Xi didn't answer, but said sharply, "Hand over Gu Mang!"

"Hand it over? I'm not stupid. He was the number one general in Liao Kingdom before. Although his spiritual core was abolished, I have my own way to control him and regain his combat power." Ghosting still smiled, "Such a capable goalkeeper, why should I hand it over?"

After a pause, the smile became brighter: "In Chonghua, you are the only one who can fight him alone. As long as he guards for me, other people will not be able to beat him. As for Xihe Sir, you are here..."

The intimacy in the speech is even worse.

"I have another way."

As he spoke, the ending sound slowly moved away, as if he was going to disappear.

"Since you have the courage to be alone tonight, to step into this illusion for him, I will naturally do my best as a landlord and let him entertain you well."

The man chuckled and said, "Mr. Xihe, good nights are short, please enjoy yourself in time."

"you--!"

As if in response to his intention, a cluster of red lights suddenly lit up in front of him, accompanied by a babbling voice.Someone is singing a cappella: "Yade tea is raining in the new pool. The small pavilion is sunny. If there is love, there is no need to stop singing and drinking. Seeing that ruthless insects and ants also care about love..."

"..."

Mo Xi knew that once the "man in the dream" had stepped into the illusion, he couldn't crack it, he could only wait for the king's reinforcements to arrive.Before that, these phantom scenes in front of him could not be avoided.But as long as you stay awake, it's not difficult to support yourself.

However, at this moment, the ghost's voice sounded from the depths of the illusion again: "Mr. Xihe, I know what you are planning. You want to hold on, don't you?"

He giggled: "It's a pity, although you can hold on, but Gu Mang may not be able to hold on."

Mo Xi frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Everyone says that Mr. Xihe's self-discipline is amazing, and it's hard to mess up his mind. Naturally, I won't be so stupid as to pick a hard bone. And Gu Mang now lacks a soul, he's just a pitiful bastard with a mental insufficiency. —— Naturally, I'll take him down Easier."

He said quietly, "While that finger wrench of yours was showing you the way, did he tell you that he was drugged?"

Mo Xi's blood turned cold, and he said angrily, "You——!"

"What about me? Am I despicable?" Ghosting laughed, "I just gave him some medicine to wake up his strength so that he could be my guard. Gentleman Qingya, Xihejun, where are you thinking? "

After a short pause, Ghosting said happily again: "But you are right, I am really shameless. Because the next thing I plan to give him is another medicine."

"..."

"It wasn't just you who I threw into this illusion, but also him." Ghosting's voice was slippery, "You can hold on to yourself, but you just have the heart to look at him... Hehehe, let's not talk, no said."

Mo Xi was so angry that he wanted to curse.But who is the real body of this flower picker, Li Qingqian?Liao country's cook?Or which crazy wild ghost?

"Humans are nothing but flesh and blood made of desires. Some people indulge in sensuality, while others pursue fame and detachment. However, the desire for love is desire, and isn't the desire for fame also a desire?" Ghost smiled lightly. "What's the difference?"

"..."

"Go ahead. Your elder brother Gu Mang, he is waiting for you in front."

His voice completely disappeared, but the sound of silk and bamboo pipe music became louder and louder, and the opera singer's coloratura could almost reach the clouds, winding like a poisonous snake: "The country's land is shady, and the wind is blooming. .To ask Dongfeng Chuimeng—when will he wake up——!”

With the final sound of "Wake up!", the surrounding fog cleared away.

Mo Xi found himself standing in the midst of bright lights, it was a night, people flowed back and forth, shuttled like weaving, it was the night sky where the stars were shining brightly.

There are two guards standing at the glorious gate with white walls and black tiles, wearing blue warlock robes with gold-rimmed cloud and thunder patterns. The eight bright lights on the entrance path are burning enthusiastically, and a blue bat-patterned totem is circulating on the lintel. Spiritual power is brilliant.

The emblem of the Murong Lian family.

——What is...Wangshu Mansion?

The illusion created by the person in the dream is often associated with some inseparable memories.

At this time, he was not the only one trapped in the same illusion, but also Gu Mang, so this scene should not have been created by his inner demons, but someone who was also in it and drugged... …

Gu Mang.

Although Gu Mang's memory is incomplete, he can absorb the obsession in his heart, but why is it Wangshu Mansion?

Wangshu Mansion.Drugged.desire.past.These words came to mind one by one, and after thinking about it carefully, Mo Xi suddenly thought of something, and the expression on his beautiful face changed instantly.

Could it be that Gu Mang was absorbed...that past event?

He cursed inwardly, and his figure swooped down on the roof tile eaves, and swept towards a certain corner of Wangshu's mansion.