Yu Wu

The bright red blood splashed amid the exclamation of the spectators, and then slowly spread along the wood grain of the high platform amidst the sighs.

The noon sun was so dazzling that it made people panic.Gu Mang stood upright, without any expression on his face - he just watched like this, seeing his head rolling off and his body lying down.

His best friend was decapitated, his head rolled forward, rolled to the edge of the scaffold and stopped, staring at him with unclosed eyes.It seems to be saying, Mang'er, turn around.

It's all over, let my death be the end of a dream, don't go any further.There is no road ahead, only a mirage.

turn around.give up.

The executioner's scimitar ticked down, dripping scarlet, and hot blood flowed all over the ground.

go home……

The executioner sang as usual: "The execution is over—"

Slowly waking up from a dark cave like a dormant beast, after the initial stimulation and shock, the crowd froze and gradually recovered their movements.

Most of them wanted to see Lu Zhanxing whose body was separated on the stage but dared not.Some women plucked up the courage to take a sneak peek, and immediately buried their faces in their palms with a groan, trembling with fright at the bloody scene.

"It's so miserable."

"Don't look at it on the stage, it's terrible. If you watch it, you'll have a nightmare when you sleep at night."

After going on like this for a while, the focus of the crowd gradually shifted to Gu Mang.

Slowly, someone began to notice Gu Mang's expression, and someone began to whisper:

"Gu Shuai, why...he didn't respond...?"

"Really, he didn't even change his expression... Does he still hate Lu Zhanxing? After all, Lu Zhanxing has cheated him so much."

"Then why did he come to see people off?"

"Probably... for the sake of saving face. Hey, people like them always fight inside themselves, so they won't turn to the bright side."

After all, Gu Mang was an honored minister of the state, and he hadn't colluded with the enemy at that time, so someone immediately retorted: "What nonsense? Gu Shuai is not that kind of person at all! Although Deputy Marshal Lu is his old friend, but after all, he forged a big brother. Wrong, Gu Shuai saw him off for the sake of righteousness, and he kept his posture because of etiquette, he has already reached this point, what do you want from him?!"

The other party didn't give in too much, and sneered: "Brothers, brothers, who live and die together, share joys and sorrows, that's called brothers. If I were Gu Mang, I would have been robbed long ago, or I would have knelt in front of the king and begged for my own favor. Your life is exchanged for your brother's life, how can you be like him!"

"How do you know that Gu Shuai didn't ask for it?"

"Based on his current indifferent attitude, Gu Mang is a cold-blooded, ruthless, hypocritical, good person!"

Gu Mang may or may not have heard these words.He was still looking at the platform—the executioner had already left, and the executioner was directing the left and right to deal with the follow-up matters.He stood in the scorching sun at noon, his figure was like a pine tree, Xiuya was tall and straight, and he didn't look hurt in the slightest by pain.

Without blinking, he watched Lu Zhanxing's body being tied up, Lu Zhanxing's head being hung high, and the blood on the ground being diluted.

The executioner unfolded a scroll of yellow silk edict, and read without any emotion: "The criminal minister Lu Zhanxing lost his virtue before the battle, beheaded his envoys to cause disaster, Fengming's army was defeated, and he owed a great debt of grace to God. The death penalty is here, and the corpse is exposed." In three days, the announcement will be made in the state, and the salty envoy will hear about it."

The voice echoed Langlang under the blue sky and white sun, and everything was settled.

The execution was completely over.Gu Mang didn't stay too long, he held the altar of Lihuabai that he and Lu Zhanxing drank in the eyes of everyone, turned around, and left without looking back——

With a hundred thousand robes, he was finally the only one left.

Gu Mang returned to his own residence.Mo Xi wore an invisibility cloak and followed.

The general who once ranked first in Chonghua was so poor that he didn't have a mansion of his own.It's no wonder that money is needed to recruit troops and refine weapons, money is needed for food and equipment, and money is needed to dredge relationships.

And his military salary was only so much, so after he got rid of his slave status, he only rented a hut in a secluded place in Dongshi.In addition to the firewood room, this hut has only one bedroom, in which there is only one bed, one quilt, a pair of tables and chairs, and a few broken wooden boxes.

It turned out that this was all the belongings of a famous general.

Gu Mang returned to the house and put the wine jar on the table.Then he went to the firewood room, it was time for lunch, he boiled water and started a fire, and warmed up the leftovers in the gauze cupboard.

He eats.

His last brother was dead too, and he could never get back what happened yesterday.

But he eats.

On the small wooden table was an empty red clay altar where Lu Zhanxing drank before his death, a large bowl of rice, vegetables and tofu, and Gu Mang looked like someone who had been hungry for a long time, with his chopsticks pressing against the bowl and pushing the rice into his mouth.He quickly ate a bowl of rice to the bottom, and there was not a single grain of rice left.He got up again, and went to get another bowl for himself, still eating in the same hungry way.

It seemed that there was a bottomless hole in his heart. Only by eating something constantly could the feeling of emptiness not be so shocking.

He buried his head in the food, his mouth was full, his cheeks were bulging, and in the end he couldn't swallow as fast as he was stuffing the food.He slowed down, but still choked.He choked, trying hard to swallow the food in his mouth without saying a word, as if he was about to choke on something he couldn't say, something he couldn't complain about.

He almost swallowed miserably, tilted his head, his eyes were wide open, looking at the rafters of the roof, and suddenly let out a sob.

Like sobbing from overeating.

So ridiculous.

But the eye sockets are red.

Mo Xi was standing beside him, just a short distance away, but he couldn't say a word, touch Gu Mang even a single hair.He just watched Gu Mang's eyes getting more and more moist——

Gu Mang raised his head, as if trying to hold back what was in his eyes, he even quickly raised his hand to wipe his eyelashes, and then sucked his nose.

He restrained himself, at least he thought he restrained himself, so he lowered his face again and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the bland rice.

When he was young, he and Lu Zhanxing often ate the white rice with vegetables and tofu in Wangshu Mansion.

He tried his best to gag a few mouthfuls, but the pain of death penetrated into his lungs like a belated blade, and finally began to compete for his breath, erode his flesh and blood, and crush his face that pretended to be indifferent.

So slowly, his hand holding the chopsticks began to tremble, his lips holding the rice began to tremble, he began to tremble, he stood up, but tears began to flow out of his eyes.

Drop by drop, it fell onto the table along the cheeks.

He didn't make a sound, and while stuffing the rice, he raised his hand to wipe away his tears. His throat was bitter, and the choking was blocked in it, and he was forced to swallow it together with the rice.

But at a certain moment, the trembling hands could no longer hold the vegetables and tofu. I tried it once, and it slipped down. I tried it again, and it punctured...

The man with [-] souls on his back was suddenly crushed by this insignificant failure at the dinner table.

Gu Mang suddenly dropped his chopsticks, stood up and swept everything on the table to the ground.The porcelain cups crackled and shattered all over the floor, the most thoroughly broken one was the empty wine jar that Gu Mang brought back.

He was panting, his chest heaving sharply, staring blankly at the mess in front of him.

The red clay wine jar was smashed into a mess of old dreams by him.

Gu Mang watched, watched... His eyes were wet and red, and then he walked over, squatted down almost blankly, and stretched out his hand to pick up the debris—but before his fingertips touched it, he curled back suddenly.There was an expression on his face as if he had just woken up from a dream.

This kind of waking up like a dream made Gu Mang's face look very broken.

It was the first time Mo Xi saw a kind of brokenness after knowing him for so long.

If Gu Mang dared to appear in front of anyone in the army with this look, everyone's belief in him would be shattered.He is not a god of war, but a puddle of ooze, a lonely and helpless ant, a handful of fragmented sand.

Gu Mang sat down as if exhausted. He was wearing a properly ironed and clean military uniform, but he fell down on the dirty ground as if all his muscles and bones had been pulled away.

He was trembling, and he stared at the mess on the ground.

At first, small whimpers leaked from the throat, like a homeless wolf cub, and then the whimpers became choked, intermittently stumbling out from the depths of the throat.

"sorry Sorry……"

Mo Xi looked at him, watched him sitting on the cold ground, slowly curled up and hugged his knees, watched him desperately holding back, but still couldn't help crying, watched him bite his lip desperately, biting His teeth were covered with blood, but he still couldn't hold back his weak voice.

The gods finally collapsed.

God of War was finally defeated.

Gu Mang loosened his teeth slightly, he bit himself so hard that he was about to be driven insane by himself, panting, his eyes were so red, his eyes wandered around the room in despair, as if hoping that someone would suddenly appear It doesn’t matter whether you redeem him or kill him, whether it’s a god or a demon.

save him.

stay with him.

pain……

It hurts too much.

Why is the world so vast, yet it cannot retain seventy thousand heroes.

Why is it that the underworld is deep, but he is not accepted as a living ghost?

He was the only one left.

Gu Mang finally wailed in grief, he wailed, he hugged himself, he hugged himself tightly, as if trying to hug his brothers and sisters through life and death, or as if he was taken away by the dead brothers, The heroic soul crossed the underworld to hug their Gu Shuai hard...

The cries that leaked from those blood-stained lips ended up being unbearable grief and unbearable pain.

Gu Mang kept saying, "I'm sorry..."

sorry……

When Mo Xi looked at him, his heart felt like a bone was cut out. From the time when Gu Mang was crying silently while eating hard, his heart hurt like a knife.

At this moment, Gu Mang's pain was like his pain.

Gu Mang's helplessness is like his helplessness.

Only now did he see it with his own eyes, after losing Lu Zhanxing, Gu Mang was in so much pain.

It hurts like a heart is about to drain the blood.

He looked at Gu Mang's eyes, Gu Mang's sanity must have been a little confused, he seemed to be able to see ghosts, but also seemed to be eager to see ghosts, Gu Mang searched desperately throughout the room.

——He wanted someone to accompany him, whether it was taking his life or saving his responsibility, he wanted to see if someone would accompany him.

Mo Xi's heart felt like a knife was twisted.

He was not by Gu Mang's side when Gu Mang complained about his grievances in the Golden Palace.

Later, when Gu Mang was in deep pain, he was not by Gu Mang's side either.

now……

Knowing that the past in the mirror cannot be changed, knowing that acting recklessly may be dangerous.

But just like Gu Mang, Mo Xi has endured too much pain all this time.

Before Gu Mang did not betray the country, he owed Gu Mang... It was all because he didn't accompany Gu Mang well, and he didn't see Gu Mang's knots in time, it was all because he regarded Gu Mang as an indestructible god, but Forget that what is wrapped in the battle armor is actually just a mortal body of flesh and blood.

A scarred, but still struggling...

Flesh and blood.

A person's heart is not hard and cold. The forbearance of the past eight years has finally collapsed in an ant's nest. Mo Xi couldn't bear it anymore. He removed the invisibility curse on his cloak, and he frowned and curled up into a ball. Half-kneeling beside Gu Mang, he said hoarsely, "Gu Mang, look at me, I'm still here."

I am still here……

But Gu Mang didn't know whether it was because he was too sad, or because his mind was stretched to the extreme, and he had already collapsed. He didn't respond to Mo Xi's voice and Mo Xi's sudden appearance.

Mo Xi was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, and his hands were trembling. He lifted it up, wanting to hold this lover who was dressed in a military uniform but had no glory, into his arms.

At this moment, he didn't want to think about the consequences anymore.

he really...

In the eight years of pain and longing, in the retrospect of the time mirror, I have been driven crazy.

"Gu Mang... Gu Mang..." Mo Xi said in a soft, hoarse voice, "It's okay, I'll be with you...I'll be with you..."

He hugged him from behind, wrapping him in his arms.

But at the moment when the back of the shoulder was about to touch, a faint light flickered, and Mo Xi found himself passing through Gu Mang's body——

He stared blankly at his hands, his face gradually paled, and his eyes flustered inch by inch.

Time is running out.

Murong Chuyi and Jiang Yexue's curse of breaking the mirror has reached the last verse.

He doesn't know how long he can stay in this mirror world, but at least from this moment on, he has become nothingness.

There is no longer any echo with this world.

He couldn't show up anymore, couldn't comfort Gu Mang, and couldn't make Gu Mang look back.

……

On this day, Gu Mang sat huddled among the piles of broken porcelain all over the floor, hugging his knees, like this from dawn to dusk.

As the night fell, he leaned against the cold wall, curled up and fell asleep like a stray beast, his eyes were red, the tip of his nose was red, and even the edges of his ears curled up in his black hair were glowing. Poor Bo Hong.

Mo Xi sat next to him all night, and Gu Mang in his dream was also sobbing subconsciously. Mo Xi raised his hand, but he couldn't wipe away the tear from eight years ago.

Time is like this, nothing can change.

Even if it was just a spectacle, they still came to this point after all.