At the same time, the Chonghua division of the surgery table.
"Elder Zhou!"
"See Elder Zhou!"
Zhou He is a very strict person, and he has good dressing habits. Outside, he wears his family's uniform, but as long as he returns to the operating table, no matter how important things are waiting for him to do, he will definitely go to the restroom to change into the operating table's robes - in fact In his position, no one would care about whether he was wearing a formal suit, but Zhou He did not.
He must wear the robe of the altar monk.
Each of Chonghua's armatures has a set of attire that can represent their function. The most sought-after by young men is Mo Xi's black slim-fitting suits from the Military Aviation Department, with narrow sleeves and lapels, gold buttons on the edge, and gold tassels on the lapel. The most popular among girls is the crown of Shennongtai, a blue and green silk robe woven with peacock silk threads, smoked with agarwood, and covered with a plain gauze robe.
Comparatively speaking, the dress of the surgeon's desk is not so good-looking, only a white gown with a stand-up collar and narrow sleeves, nothing special.
In this regard, some people interpret Zhou He's obsession with robes as a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, while others say that he is due to some kind of superstition.
In fact, the reason why Zhou He must change clothes is very simple:
He liked his errand, and liked that every time he took a task, he had an inexplicable sense of ritual, and changing into the robe must be the beginning of the ceremony.
He was just about to enjoy this ecstasy that fascinated him.
"Elder Zhou, the Gu worms and instruments for the trial have been prepared. The trial body has also been brought to the Shura room, and the current condition is stable."
Zhou He was walking along the long corridor while adjusting the steel claw finger cot he was wearing on his left hand. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment: "Very stable? How stable?"
The attendant nodded: "No overreaction, very calm."
Zhou He didn't say a word immediately, and said in a low voice after a while, "It's really the legendary 'Beast of the Altar'."
The Shura Room of the Commander's Platform was built underground. When Zhou He approached, the iron chain of the gate retracted itself with a clatter, and the stone gates engraved with Xing Tian's portrait slowly opened from left to right.
A Bianstone man's frost immediately spewed out from the gap of the open stone gate.
The guards standing on the left and right of Shimen saluted Zhou He, and then shook off a sable cloak that had been prepared before to put it on the elder, but Zhou He raised his finger-covered hand, indicating that it was not necessary. Just walked in.
The Shura Room is a cold room with a width and length of about five feet. Since most trials need to be carried out in a cold place, the inner wall of the Shura Room is made of Kunlun Ten Thousand Years Ice, and the four walls are covered with ice. At first glance, it is like entering the palace of mirrors in myths and rumors.
Gu Mang was sitting in the center of the Shura room, meditating with his eyes closed.
Zhou He walked over and looked at the man with interest—he had been in contact with a lot of trial bodies since he was an elder, and most of them, let alone entering the Shura room, were already terrified when they were escorted into the gate of the Jujutai. Sieve chaff and pee. He had never seen someone like Gu Mang who was nothing like that.
This person is completely stupid, so he doesn't know what he will face next? It was Liao Kingdom's black demon melting temper that endowed this mortal body with some ability, such as not being afraid of pain, not afraid of life and death... and so on. That would be fun to dissect.
Zhou He became more and more emotional. He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, and pressed his slender fingers to the "Falcon" on his waist.
Perhaps it was because of this person's identity and reaction that they were all too special, so Elder Zhou, who had always been accustomed to seeing the trial body as an animal, was the first time in his life - he was a little curious about the object of analysis. He couldn't help thinking, what was Gu Mang thinking at this moment
Gu Mang just opened his eyes slowly, looking at him with azure blue eyes, as if he had caught a glimpse of his inner question. Spit out a word.
"cold."
cold
Is this the only thought
Zhou He stared at those blue eyes, as if he wanted to grab some more exciting emotions from them.
but.
How could there be. As long as Gu Mang didn't want to, how could Zhou He find out the slightest bit of his true emotions - who is Gu Mang
The undercover agent appointed by the emperor.
A spy who has been lurking in Liao Kingdom for eight years. Bearing countless misunderstandings, accusations, abuse, human life, self-blame, Gu Shuai, who can still grit his teeth and insist on a path to the black.
Back then, when he surrendered to the enemy Liao Kingdom, the other party didn't dare to trust him at first, and he tried all kinds of trials and used all kinds of poisonous methods. He couldn't pry a secret from his mouth. How could Zhou He do it.
"It doesn't matter." Zhou He said, "You won't care about the cold in a while."
After he said that, he raised his hand, knuckles bent, and the entourage who cooperated with him in the trial watched the order and entered the Shura room. Zhou He said: "Let's start."
Gu Mang raised his eyelashes, and through his thick long eyelashes, he watched the formation of the monks on the operating table in the month white gowns. Those people were all dragging a wooden tray with daggers, Gu insects, magic weapons, and wound medicine in them. The dagger is used to cut flesh and blood, the worms and magic tools are used for the trial of the black devil, the wound medicine is very precious, and the top-grade Tianxiang Life Extension Dew can hold him in a crisis.
The cultivator closest to him had a roll of snow-white bandages on his tray. Gu Mang knew that it was not for bandages, but for padding his teeth to prevent him from committing suicide by biting his tongue.
Gu Mang closed his eyes.
In his current memory, this was the second time in his life that he had seen such a battle.
The first time was in Liao Kingdom—yes, although the time-space mirror didn’t return all his memories after treason, it was probably because it was too painful, but this one was an exception—
At that time, he buried Lu Zhanxing's head by the side of Summoning Soul Abyss, and then he pretended to be forced to a dead end and turned to the enemy Liao Kingdom according to the consultation with the emperor.
The main hall of Liao Kingdom is paved with golden red bricks and stones. The young king was sitting on the high throne wearing a Mian. He was only a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old child, and he couldn't control the dancing demons under his seat. Gold clad man.
Liao Kingdom's national teacher.
Gu Mang remembered that when he knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and presented his name certificate - a scroll of Chonghua's secret method for the creation of jade slips for nearly a hundred years.
Although it has been discussed with the emperor and stripped of the most important spells, this scroll is still one of the most important secrets of the country. When the ministers of the Liao Kingdom saw the jade slips, everyone's eyes lit up, and even Lord Liao couldn't help lengthening his neck, with a happy expression on his face, eager to read it.
Only the national teacher, through the golden mask with curved eyebrows, laughed lightly: "Gu Shuai, don't discuss the gift first, why don't you talk about why you betray Chonghua."
Gu Mang told the princes of Liao Kingdom indignantly what happened after the defeat of Fengming Mountain. When it came to the place where his righteous brother was beheaded, he burst into tears and choked up several times.
In fact, before he defected to the Liao Kingdom, many people in the Liao Kingdom had already gotten the news, and they had all heard about the various experiences Gu Mang suffered after the defeat of Fengming Mountain. What I saw with my own eyes at this time, coupled with such a jade slip of stealing a country, has weakened a lot of doubts about him for a while.
Gu Mang finally said: "I have fully experienced the shame of the Hua Guozhu back then. Instead of staying in Chonghua and being bullied by others, it is better to make a general choice with Hua Guozhu and betray Chonghua."
Hua Po'an was the founding king of the Liao Kingdom. Who was there who didn't know the similarities between Hua Po'an and Gu Mang
Liao Jun was a little persuaded right away, his voice trembled slightly, and there was uncontrollable excitement in it: "Qing, Qing, since you are so conscious, then..."
Speaking in general, I suddenly felt that I was getting more and more respectful, I couldn't help but shut my mouth, quietly looked at the national teacher beside him, but smiled at Shang Guoshi's eyes. Liaojun's cold sweat soaked his heavy shirt instantly, swallowed his throat, and hurriedly said: "Then, then, all listen to the advice of the national teacher!"
Only then did the national master narrow his eyes, and with a smile, he turned his head with his wide sleeves wrapped around his sleeves, and said to Gu Mang, who was kneeling in the hall: "General Gu's prestige of beasts on the altar is like thunder. , overjoyed. It’s just…”
The voice gradually weakened, and the national teacher suddenly opened his squinted smiling eyes. A pair of slender eyes stared at Gu Mang through the digging hole of the golden mask, and there was a cold light inside.
"It's just that Gu Shuai." Guo Shi said, "Do you know what the first thing Hua Guozhu did after he betrayed Chonghua?"
"… "
Gu Mang was stared at by those long and narrow eyes, and he felt the pain of being bitten by a poisonous snake. I saw that the national teacher was smiling, but there was no smile under his dark eyes—
"The Lord Hua found a few of his personal dead servants and asked them to tie him up. It took him three days and three nights to dissipate all the magic spells in his body and cut them open... and injected them into the blood vessels of the chest cavity. The breath of the black devil. To show his life, whether it is with Chonghua or with his 'mentor' Shen Tang, this kind of grace will be cut off."
Every time he said a word, the fierce light and cruelty in his eyes increased by one point.
In the end, the golden mask seemed to be melted through by his obvious evil, and he could almost see the vicious face behind the mask.
The national teacher smiled and said: "Gu Shuai, since you are willing to follow in the footsteps of Hua Guozhu, what exactly is the certificate you should present - you should be very clear?"
…
In the end, Gu Mang was escorted to Liao Kingdom's Soul Quenching Room.
It was a place very similar to the Chonghua Sijutsu table. It was also the exact same Xuanbing cold room, the exact same moon-white gown, and even the tray containing the magic weapon, Gu insect, dagger, and gauze.
The interrogation and re-quenching were carried out at the same time and lasted for three days and three nights.
In the past three days and three nights, the flesh on his back was completely slashed along the spine, and the Gu worms that devoured spiritual power were put into the depths of the wound. Tens of thousands of puppet threads spread along the muscle blood vessels, and they would cast the heavy flower spell. The spiritual flow of the meridians was broken one by one, confused, and his heart was turned upside down.
And that national teacher, always sitting on the rose red sandalwood chair in the soul-quenching room, with his legs crossed, his hands folded on his knees, he looked at him calmly.
When he was in pain, when he was wailing, when his life was not as good as death, he was drooling and his flesh was bloody, and he asked him gently: "Gu Shuai. Do you regret it later?"
"From white to black, from black to white, it's not easy, you have to think about it clearly, once you are filled with the flow of black demons... Among the twenty-seven kingdoms of Kyushu, only the Liao Kingdom can take you in. already."
"Is your hatred of Chonghua really that deep?"
Gu Mang's whole body was soaked with his own blood, but it was nothing, what he suffered the most was the puppet silk like a crab's eight claws inserted deep into his flesh and blood from his back.
In those intricate strands of steel wire, there must be something that has tempered the ability to express the truth. As soon as he lied, the steel wire all over his body erected sharp thorns, and hundreds of millions of small thorns exploded in his flesh and blood in an instant, almost tearing his whole life to shreds! !
Gu Mang's eyes were already blurred, blood, tears, sweat... everything.
He heard the national teacher of Liao Kingdom asking bewitchingly: Do you really hate them
He hated them so much that he would not hesitate to face them, and he hated them so much that he would be the enemy of their whole life.
Gu Mang's throat was spasming and he was about to vomit. He lowered his head, almost choked with laughter, he said, yes... Yes, I hate it so much, I hate it too deeply...
The roots of the steel thorns are like bones, and the whole body is shaking like a sieve.
Chonghua's beast of the altar, but still able to bite the mouth, say nothing, and see nothing. He was able to endure the severe pain in his body and mind, and his lips trembled as he spat out broken words.
Yes.
I hate.
I do not regret.
From then on, I, Gu Mang, and Chonghua's kindness will never end. I Gu Mang... Betrayed into the Liao Kingdom, loyal to the Liao Kingdom, in order to avenge the blood, I am willing to suffer heavy quenching, fall into the devil's way, and never regret it.
Yongzhi... no regrets...
The turbid blood and tears flowed down his face, and he was tortured to the point of madness, unkempt, like a ghost, laughing sadly and wildly. He didn't know how he held his teeth, but every time he couldn't hold it, he would try his best to recall the past scenes one after another.
He thought of the emperor saying to him on the golden stage, "Gu Shuai, please believe in the loneliness, the loneliness has never, and will never treat you as scumbags and slaves in this life."
He thought of Lu Zhanxing saying to him, Mang'er, go down, any choice you make, your brother Lu will be happy for you.
He thought of Mo Xi...
Ink goes out.
Thinking of this name is a pain in my heart.
He remembered the summer breeze that blew when he first saw Mo Xi, the clear eyes when Mo Xi turned his face to the side, the smile that Mo Xi showed him for the first time and the sad look in his eyes when he finally parted.
More than ten years.
It's not that he hasn't been moved, and it's not that he hasn't had the urge to agree to Mo Xi's request with all his might, believing that they can really cross the gap and have a lifetime.
But…
In the end, they still can't fight for the sky, and they can't fight for their lives.
His Royal Highness Princess, his little junior brother, what will he look like when he finds out that he has betrayed the country? Should hate him.
If you hate him, that's fine.
Don't be so impulsive anymore, don't foolishly go against the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, willing to bail for him or something... Don't do this...
Ink goes out.
sorry. Your brother, really, really loves you.
Every word I said before about loving you, every willingness, is true.
Every sentence I hate you and every sarcasm I say from now on will be false.
You also must, must not... Don't feel sorry for the fact that you were not by my side when my brother betrayed the country, and that you failed to persuade me to stubbornly stubbornly go to the horns for the last time.
because…
Gu Mang's tears kept rolling down his face silently, with sweat and blood, on that fragmented, almost inhuman face.
Because trying to transfer you to the border, the person who delayed your return to China is not the king at all...
The person who made that suggestion was actually me!
it's me…
I am weak, I dare not let you watch me go, I dare not listen to your persuasion again, and look at your sad eyes again. I'm afraid if you look at me, I won't be able to leave.
I'm sorry, I have to go far, I have to go - I'm sorry, I chose Chonghua in the end, I chose my brothers, I chose this road, and gave up on you.
sorry…
Another blood flowed down his forehead, all the way into his eye sockets, the old man's handsome profile slid down with his tears, and Mo Xi disappeared. He saw the fire and defeat of Fengming Mountain in a blur of scarlet. See the mountains and rivers coating the liver and brain. Seeing those who had sat with him around the fireplace, drank with him on snowy nights, and talked with him about firewood, rice, oil, salt, and energy, they all looked back at him from the other side of the Styx.
Gu Mang had a strong hallucination, as if he was immersed in this boundless Styx River, eager to swim across, eager to grab the hand of any of them—
Wait for me.
Wait for me, I'm here, I'll take you home, I'll pick you up.
But at this moment, a sharp pain slammed into the bones, and the magic claw hooks that fit his spine and bones sucked up all the spiritual currents of the Chonghua spells on his body, opened from his flesh and exposed it to the outside. On the bones of my body, I slammed it backwards! ! !
"what… !!"
70,000 robes, innocent souls, and a promising future.
It was in this ruthless tear that it turned into nothingness... The black demon spirit power mixed with the blood of the wolf demon gurgled into his body.
The faces of the smiling Paoze brothers in front of him drifted away in scarlet...
Gu Mang choked up.
He knew that from now on, he would never be able to go back to the past.
no longer possible...
He knew he would never be able to return to them again.
"Tsk tsk..." The national teacher pinched his face at the right time, stretched out his thumb and rubbed the blood and tears mottled and dirty face, and said softly, "Gu Shuai. Are you heartbroken? I regret your upright mother country. The spell has been stripped away?"
Gu Mang was convulsed and shivered. His body was not strong. He was actually very afraid of pain and suffering. He was afraid that when the edge of his fingernail had a barb, he didn't want to pull it out, and he didn't even want to drink medicine when he was sick.
But the soft body does not necessarily carry the same soft soul. Gu Mang raised his eyes, his eyes were red, and he said dumbly, "No."
"..." The national teacher stared at his eyes quite unexpectedly, but did not see any wavering and deception from those black eyes.
Gu Mang's soft lips trembled, he weakly but stubbornly whispered: "I don't regret it, I want revenge..." With tears in his eyes, he lowered his face suddenly, and wailed almost hoarsely, "Vengeance!! !"
The national teacher's expression finally shook a little.
He let go of the hand holding Gu Mang's chin, slowly raised it to the side, and bowed: "Come on."
The attendant next to him saw the instructions of the national teacher and immediately said: "Listen to the dispatch of the national teacher!"
The national teacher said: "Engrave Liaoguo's black magic spell on his bones."
"Yes!"
After he ordered these words, he raised his hand, and like a certain status approval, he put the blood-stained hands on Gu Mang's hair and rubbed it.
"Gu Shuai, do you know what this means?" There was an unintelligible light and shadow flowing in the dark brown pupils of the national teacher, "This means that in your life, even if you lose your memory, even if you break your bones, even if Gouge out your eyes and cut your tongue, and as long as you have a bone all over your body, you're under the spell of black magic. You can never get rid of it."
"What you can use, what you will use, and what is engraved in your bones will always be our dirty spells that are spurned by the world, and you will never forget them."
After he finished speaking, he opened his white-toothed canine teeth and smiled.
"Congratulations, Gu Shuai. You are from my Liao Kingdom."
…
The vision changes, and the dreams are staggered.
The face covered with the golden mask disappeared, replaced by Zhou He's frowning face. Zhou He raised Gu Mang's chin with the tip of a falcon's knife: "What are you thinking?"
Gu Mang didn't say a word.
He didn't know if he was a general in the past who could still explain, but, at least later, he has been a conscientious spy.
Despite the fragmentation of his memory, he also has a lot of confusion and inexplicability.
But he has always kept his secret.
Whether it was Liao Guo, Lu Zhanxing, or Mo Xi. He kept the truth he never should have told.
In this way, at least for now, his spies are not so unsuccessful.
Zhou He was probably irritated by his silence, and said grimly, "I'll see how long you can last."
The magic spell light array lit up, and flying locks sprang out from all directions, clasping Gu Mang's limbs and neck.
Zhou He instructed left and right: "Let's start."