As long as there was a country, there would be darkness.
And a country's secret technique platform would always be that country's dirtiest, bloodiest, and most shameful place. Whether it was Liao Country or Chong Hua, it was all the same.
Zhou He sat on a rose-covered chair with a silver fox fur cushion. He crossed his long legs and leaned his head against the side as he looked at the scene in front of him.
The Hei Mo Trial was very cruel, but it was also very fast.
From the time he gave the order, only a stick of incense's time had passed, and the trial had already gone through two rounds. Gu Mang was tied up in chains and hung up. Due to the requirements of the technique, Zhou He didn't give him any anesthetic calming herbs. In other words, Gu Mang could feel every stab and bite of a Gu worm.
The gauze was tied in his mouth, and his soft tongue was already soaked in blood. He took a piece of Xiao Xiu cloth from the side, pinched Gu Mang's unconscious face, and replaced it with a new one. Gu Mang didn't react at all. His slender neck drooped weakly, and his face was paler than ice. Even his lips had lost all color.
Zhou He asked, "How's the spiritual flow?"
"Very weak."
"Heart pulse?"
"Extremely chaotic."
"…" There were three criteria in the trial. Spiritual flow, heart pulse, and mental strength. If it wasn't for the mentality of "it doesn't matter even if this trial body dies", these were the three key points that needed to be monitored at all times.
Zhou He frowned slightly as he looked at Gu Mang's pale face. His fingernails couldn't help but clench the armrest of the chair tightly.
Other than Jun Shang's instructions for the trial, he still had … that person's instructions to complete …
But according to the current situation, Gu Mang might not be able to hold on for long. No one could continue to be tormented when their spiritual flow and heart pulse were on the brink of collapse.
He would break down.
Zhou He frowned, bit his lower lip, and closed his eyes anxiously. His fingers that were clenching the armrest slowly loosened, and he let out a frustrated sigh. Almost giving up, he asked,
"How's your spiritual power?"
The cultivator in charge of monitoring Gu Mang's condition raised his finger and placed it on Gu Mang's forehead, which was already drenched in cold sweat. His eyes suddenly widened, and he checked again in disbelief.
"…"
Zhou He said impatiently, "So?"
"R-reporting to Elder." The young disciple turned his head and stammered, "Gu … Ahem, Tem-Tempered Body's mental strength is still very strong. There are no signs of his mind collapsing!"
Zhou He's expression changed!
How could this be? He had been in charge of the arcane table for so long. Not to mention enduring until the second round of the trial, it was already extremely rare for someone to be able to maintain their willpower in the middle of the first round. Moreover, that person had to have an especially sturdy body, the kind that was resistant to wear and tear. However, Gu Mang's body was clearly not in good condition. The heavy tempering of Burning Country had left all kinds of old wounds on his body, and the three years in Falling Plum Garden had made him thin and weak. Now, his heart meridian and spirit flow were at their limits.
How could he still …
Zhou He suddenly got up and strode in front of Gu Mang. He activated a spell and raised his hand to touch that ice-cold forehead.
With one touch, he was even more shocked!
…
Gu Mang's willpower did not show any signs of loosening. If he did not look at this bloodstained body, Zhou He did not dare to believe that this was the spiritual power of a person who had already been ravaged to the point of being unconscious by the Hei Mo Trial. It seemed to be a kind of determination that was engraved into the bones. It was too persistent and too strong.
What was he holding on to?
"Elder, what should we do next? Tempered Body's body can no longer hold on, but according to his spiritual power, maybe he can still … "
Zhou He interrupted the disciple's question. He stared at Gu Mang's face, and a strong sense of uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart.
Due to their personal relationship, in addition to completing Jun Shang's Hei Mo Trial, he also secretly received a request from a close friend.
He needed to mess up Gu Mang's memories.
Although he did not know why Gu Mang's memories were worth messing up. He was already a person who had lost his memories, and his brain was not very good. But since "that person" had spoken, he would definitely give face to the other party and do as he was told.
It was just that he originally thought that after the trial was completed, it would be more convenient to do this while Gu Mang's mind was completely broken. But now, it seemed that things would not go as smoothly as he had expected.
Zhou He thought for a moment and said, "You all can withdraw first."
"Yes!"
The left and right retreated. Zhou He stepped forward and raised Falcon. He polished it inch by inch with his knuckles.
The bayonet approached, and the cold blade pressed against Gu Mang's equally cold cheek. Shen Wu could clearly sense the strong soul contained in this person's body. The bloodthirsty "Falcon" could not help but tremble excitedly in Zhou He's palm.
Zhou He leaned over and pressed his lips against Gu Mang's ear. He whispered to the unconscious man, "Gu Mang, I have gone through thousands of trials and crushed countless strong men into a pool of muddy water. You are the only exception. To tell you the truth, I admire you very much. "
Falcon's light flashed, and slowly became dazzling.
Zhou He said, "It's a pity that I have been entrusted by someone to mess up your mind."
"…"
"Sorry."
He twisted his hand, and Falcon turned into several transparent chains in his palm. Those chains were only as thick as willow branches. They swayed between his fingers like small snakes and hovered beside Gu Mang's head.
"Falcon." Zhou He ordered in a low voice, "Chaos!"
The last few words fell from his thin lips. Falcon was like a hunter who had been waiting for a long time and finally got the order from its master. It let out a sharp whistle, and then those thin chains flew out and drilled into Gu Mang's head!
"Ah —!!"
In an instant, blood gushed out …
Gu Mang was awakened by the burst of pain. He suddenly raised his head, and a muffled whimper came out from his mouth that was tightly wrapped in gauze … He was already exhausted and could not make too much noise. Only tears rolled down his blood-stained cheeks. His blue eyes were wide open, and his pupils violently contracted. He was hanging in the air, and the iron chains that bound him were rattling.
Shen Wu turned into a thin chain and wandered crazily in his cranial cavity, like an unscrupulous intruder, whistling and breaking all his memories.
Those memories that were hard to remember, those that were hard to pick up, those that were hard to have …
Precious sobriety.
Gu Mang's blue eyes were wide open. In the earth-shattering pain, the cheers of the brothers outside the Great Wall were erased.
Jun Shang's promise in the wind and rain of the golden platform was erased.
Lu Zhanxing's sorrowful and heroic laughter in the cold cell was erased.
In the depths of his memory, Mo Xi looked at his eyes gently, and the love and sincerity that he said countless times … were … erased …
Every time Falcon tore apart a memory, Gu Mang tried his best to gather them together. He resisted and trembled because of despair. He had already been washed away once, but now he had to go through Zhou He's hands again.
He suddenly felt a strong sense of unwillingness —
Why did he have to treat him like this … Why did he have to force him to this point? Why?!!
For the better Jiuzhou, he sacrificed his own flesh and blood, his brother, his conscience, his lover, and his name.
There was nothing left.
He even forgot who he was, and even thought that he had really betrayed the country, and that he had really used unscrupulous means.
He even knelt in front of Mo Xi, in front of the Murong Lian, and in front of the martyrs' tombstones in the War Spirit Mountain. He kowtowed one by one, thinking about how to start over again.
Later, God took pity on him, and the Time Mirror made him recover the memories before he betrayed the country. Although these memories were so painful, at least —
At least he knew that he was a spy, a spy, and a vanguard knife that Chong Hua pierced into the heart of the Burning Country.
He was not a traitor …
Gu Mang's tears rolled down in bunches. He only had a little bit, and he only wanted to remember what he was!
Why did it have to be taken away?
His mouth was gagged, and he could not say anything, but his 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 began.
It was like a cub that had been driven to a dead end, looking at the hunter in front of it sadly.
His consciousness resisted, but the Falcon Chain pierced even more crazily. Gu Mang suddenly let out a heart-wrenching cry, the meridians on his neck bulged, and his nails dug deep into his palms. His mouth was gagged with gauze, but he still cried out in a vague voice, "No …"
"Please, no …"
"Don't take away my consciousness." "Don't take away my memories."
"I only had them for a short while …"
"I didn't have time to see the Northern Frontier Army, and see what the teenagers who used to travel with me have become." "I didn't have time to walk around the streets of Chong Hua, and see if my country is better than before."
"I didn't have time to call the Soul Abyss, to offer a pot of wine and burn an incense under the old pagoda tree where my brother's head was buried."
"I didn't have time to arrange the escape route for my silly princess …"
"I don't want to forget."
"I don't want to!" Resisting with all his might, the Divine Martial in Zhou He's hand buzzed and trembled. The falcon was like a falcon that couldn't kill its prey, and it burst out with a glow of despair and anger.
"Bang!" A loud sound was heard.
The Spiritual Flow Lock in Gu Mang's skull was retracted, and it turned back into the shape of a bloodstained dagger.
Zhou He was shocked, and he took a step back. He stared at the failed Divine Martial, and then raised his head to stare at Gu Mang. The ground gradually turned to the color of dirt.
"How can this be …?" "Why is this person …"
Before he could finish his thought, Gu Mang had already bent over, and blood flowed down from the wound on his forehead. But that was nothing. The blood in his internal organs seemed to have been used up in that instant. He was bent over, and he couldn't stop convulsing and trembling. Blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, and the gauze between his lips and tongue was completely soaked.
It was also at this moment that Zhou He heard a noise coming from outside the Shura Room.
It seemed that the disciples guarding outside were quarreling with someone. But Zhou He was at a loss for a moment, and he couldn't react until the stone door suddenly opened.
Zhou He saw a man who was in a similar state as Gu Mang standing outside the Shura Room. All the disciples surrounded him, trying to stop him, but they didn't dare to really make a move. They only gathered around him timidly.
Zhou He couldn't believe his eyes. He muttered, "Lord Xi He …"
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