As long as there is a state, there will be darkness.
And the secret magic platform of a country will always be one of the dirtiest, bloodiest, and darkest places in that country. Whether it is Liaoguo or Chonghua, it is the same.
Zhou He sat in the rose-ring chair covered with silver fox fur, with his long legs crossed, his face turned sideways, and he looked at the scene in front of him.
The Dark Trial is brutal, but also fast.
It took only one stick of incense since he gave the order, and the trial has already been carried out for two rounds. Gu Mang was tied up and hung up by chains. Due to the need of the technique, Zhou He did not use any herbs to calm him down. That is to say, every puncture of a knife, every bite of a Gu insect, Gu Mang was the same. can feel it.
The gauze was stretched across the mouth with the soft tongue, already soaked with blood. He took a piece from the little cultivator next to him, pinched Gu Mang's unconscious face, and replaced it with a new one. Gu Mang didn't respond to this, his long neck drooped weakly, his face was paler than ice, and even his lips had completely lost their blood.
Zhou He asked, "How is Lingliu?"
"Very weak."
"What about the heart?"
"Extremely disorganized."
"..." There are three scales in the trial. Spiritual flow, heart pulse, spiritual power. If it weren't for the mentality of "it doesn't matter if this trial body is killed", these are the three keys that must be followed at all times.
Zhou He frowned slightly, looking at Gu Mang's bleak face, his fingernails involuntarily clenched the armrest of the armchair.
In addition to the Lord's trial account, he has... that person's instructions need to be completed...
But under the current situation, Gu Mang might not be able to support it for long. No one can continue to be tossed when spiritual currents and heart pulses are on the verge of being critical.
He will collapse.
Zhou He frowned, bit his lower lip and closed his eyes secretly anxious, the knuckles of the armchair slowly loosened, and he let out a sigh of relief, almost giving up and asked:
"How's your mental strength?"
The cultivator in charge of guarding Gu Mang raised his fingertips and placed them on Gu Mang's forehead, which had already been soaked with cold sweat. He opened his eyes suddenly, almost in disbelief.
"… "
Zhou He said impatiently, "What?"
"Hui, Hui elder." The little disciple turned his head and stammered, "Gu...cough, the mental power of the trial and trial body is still very strong, and there is no sign of collapse!"
Zhou He's face changed!
how is this possible? He has been in charge of the operating platform for so long, let alone the second round of trials, there are very few people who can survive the middle of the first round, and they have to be particularly strong and durable. kind of people. But Gu Mang's physical condition is obviously not good. Liao Guo's severe tempering left all kinds of old wounds on him, and Luomei Bieyuan's three years have destroyed him to a thin and weak state. Now his heart and spiritual flow are supported to the limit.
How could he...
Zhou He suddenly stood up, strode in front of Gu Mang, and urged the magic to raise his hand to probe the cold forehead.
Under the touch, it is even more shocking!
…
Gu Mang's will showed no signs of loosening at all. If he put aside this blood-stained body, Zhou He would not have believed that this was the mental power of a person who had been devastated by the black devil's trial to the point of coma. It seems to be a kind of firmness carved into the bones, too persistent, and too powerful.
What is he holding on to
"Elder, what should we do next? The body of the trial body can't hold it anymore, but judging from the mental power, maybe it can..."
Zhou He interrupted his disciple's questioning. He stared at Gu Mang's face and felt a sudden burst of unease in his heart.
Due to his personal relationship, in addition to completing the Lord's Dark Demon Trial, he also secretly accepted a request from a close friend—
He needs to confuse Gu Mang's memory.
Although he didn't know what Gu Mang's memory was worth disturbing, he was already a person with amnesia, and his brain was not easy to use, but since "that person" opened his mouth, he would definitely buy the other person's face, Follow along.
It's just that he originally thought that it would be more convenient to take advantage of Gu Mang's mental breakdown after the trial was completed. But now it seems that things may not be as smooth as he expected.
Zhou He thought for a moment and said, "You guys should step back first."
"Yes!"
After retreating left and right, Zhou He stepped forward, lifted the falcon, and polished it inch by inch with his knuckles.
As the bayonet approached, the icy surface of the blade pressed against Gu Mang's equally icy cheek. Shen Wu could clearly perceive the strong soul loaded in this person's body, and the bloodthirsty "Falcon" couldn't help shaking excitedly in Zhou He's palm.
Zhou He leaned over, put his lips against Gu Mang's ear, and murmured to the unconscious man, "Gu Shuai, I have gone through a thousand trials and squeezed countless tough guys into a pool of muddy water - you are the only one. It's an exception. To be honest, someone Zhou admires you very much."
The falcon's light flickered, slowly becoming dazzling.
Zhou He said: "It's a pity that I am entrusted by others and must mess with your mind."
"… "
"Sorry."
With a twist of his hand, the falcon turned into several transparent chains in his palm. The chains were only the thickness of a willow branch. They swayed between his fingers like small snakes, hovering beside Gu Mang's head.
"Falcon." Zhou He ordered in a low voice, "Chaos!"
The last few words fell from the thin lips, and the falcon, like a long-awaited hunter, finally waited for the master's order, it let out a sharp whistle, and then those fine locks flew out, all of which burrowed into Gu Mang's place. Skull!
"what!!"
In an instant, the blood flowed like a gulp…
Gu Mang was awakened by the bursting pain. He raised his head abruptly, and there was a vague whimper between the gauze-tight mouth and tongue... He was exhausted, and he couldn't make a loud voice, but tears ran down his blood-stained cheeks. Susu rolled down, a pair of azure blue eyes widened, and the pupils shrank violently. The whole person hanging in the air rattled as the chains that bound him clapped.
The thin chains made by Shenwu roamed wildly in his skull, like an unscrupulous intruder, howling to break all his memories.
Those who have finally remembered, those who have finally recovered, those who have finally obtained...
A precious sobriety.
Gu Mang's azure blue eyes were wide open, and the cheers of the brothers in the gate outside the frontier were wiped out in the severe pain like the earth was splitting and the sky was collapsing.
The promise of the king in the golden typhoon was erased.
Lu Zhanxing's mournful and heroic laughter in the cold room was erased.
In the depths of his memory, Mo Xi looked into his eyes tenderly, the love and sincerity he had said countless times... was... erased...
Every time Falcon tore apart a piece of memory, Gu Mang tried his best to gather them together. He resisted, trembling with despair. He had already been washed out of consciousness once, but now he has to walk again in Zhou He's hands.
He suddenly felt a strong sense of unwillingness—
Why treat him like this... why push him to this point why? ! !
For that better Kyushu, he sacrificed his flesh and blood, his brother, his conscience, his lover, and his clear name.
nothing left.
He even forgot who he was, and even thought that he was indeed treasonous and that he was indeed unscrupulous.
He even knelt down in front of Mo Xi, in front of Murong Lian, and in front of the tombstones of the heroes in Zhanhun Mountain, and kowtowed one by one, thinking about how to start all over again.
Later, God saw mercy, and the time mirror made him recover those memories before the betrayal. Although these memories were so painful, at least—
At least he knew that he was a spy, an undercover agent, and a vanguard sword that Chonghua pierced into Liaoguo's heart.
He is not a traitor...
Gu Mang's tears rolled down in series. He only has a little bit, he just wants to remember what he is!
Why take it away.
His mouth was blocked, and he couldn't say anything, but those blue eyes looked at Zhou He almost pleadingly—this was the first time that Gu Mang looked at him with such eyes since the trial.
It was like a cub that had been cornered and looked at the hunter in front of him sadly.
His conscious resistance was exchanged for more frantic piercing of the falcon chain, Gu Mang suddenly let out a heart-piercing howl, the meridians of his neck burst out, and his nails sank deep into his palm. He was gagged with gauze, but still wept and let out a vague mourning cry: "Don't..."
please, no more...
Don't steal my consciousness. Don't steal my memory.
I've only had them for a while...
I haven't had time to go and see the Northern Territory Army and see what the boys who used to be with me are now. I haven't had time to walk around the streets of Chonghua to see if my country is better than before.
Before I had time, I went to the side of the Soul Calling Abyss, to sacrifice a pot of wine and burn an incense under the old locust tree where my eldest brother's head was buried.
I haven't had time to arrange my silly princess' back path...
I don't want to forget.
I do not want! ! ! - Trying to resist, the Shenwu in Zhou He's hand actually hummed and trembled, and the falcon burst into a desperate and angry Huaguang as if it couldn't slaughter its prey.
"Bang!" A sound.
The spiritual locks in Gu Mang's skull were retracted and turned into a blood-stained dagger.
Zhou He was taken aback, he actually took a step back, staring at the failed Shenwu, and then raised his head to stare at Gu Mang, the ground gradually turned ashen.
how come… ? Why is this person...
Before he could finish thinking, Gu Mang had already bowed down, and blood was gurgling down from the wound on his forehead, but that was nothing, all the effort in his internal organs seemed to have been exhausted in that moment. He stooped, shivering with convulsions, blood gushing out from his mouth and nose, and the gauze between his lips and tongue had been stained.
It was at this moment that Zhou He heard a loud noise from outside the Shura Room.
It seemed that the disciples of the division station who were guarding outside had quarreled with someone, but Zhou He was at a loss for a while, and some couldn't react until the Shimen suddenly opened—
Zhou He saw a man who was almost as embarrassed as Gu Mang standing outside the Shura room. All the disciples surrounded him and blocked him, but they didn't dare to do anything, so they just swarmed around him timidly.
Zhou He couldn't believe his eyes, he murmured, "Xihejun..."