"The Remnant of the Filth".
Splitting his soul to make a key.
It was like a nightmare floating in purgatory.
Mo Xi didn't even know how all of this had happened.
It was like he was already dead.
He seemed to see his soul floating to the top of the tent, looking down at the two people in the tent. He saw everything that he had done. He saw Gu Mang's blood flowing out from the wound in his chest when his soul was taken away. And the youth whose soul was split kept telling him, "It's okay, it's okay."
Many years ago, Senior Brother Gu had smiled and told him in front of the bonfire that he hoped for peace in the Jiuzhou, and that everyone would be fair. He was willing to go through water and tread on fire for this.
Now that he thought about it, it was like a curse.
The key finally condensed into the shape of a sapphire thumb ring. Mo Xi held it and trembled as he handed it to Gu Mang. Then he used all the healing techniques he knew to heal Gu Mang's scars and wipe away the mottled bloodstains. Tears rolled down like pearls from a broken necklace, drop by drop, and finally mixed with the blood.
Gu Mang couldn't stop coughing. He should have fainted from the pain of having his soul split open, but he tried his best to keep his clear eyes wide open, and stared unblinkingly at Mo Xi's face.
He knew that he had lost two of his souls. His last memory and reason would soon crumble. To him, pain was a feeling he had long gotten used to. It was something he had been experiencing since the moment he carried the mission of being a secret agent on his back.
He could endure and look at his Junior Brother Mo for a while longer. He knew that in this life, he was selfless, and that was only for himself. But he had always been selfish towards Mo Xi. He had given all his blood, life, and even his soul to the peaceful world that he longed for. All he had left for Mo Xi was a sad parting.
Perhaps it was only at this moment that he, who was about to lose his memories six years ago, and Mo Xi, who was about to leave this place six years later, could finally have the sincerity and peace that they had dreamed of their entire lives.
Mo Xi was still trying his best to heal the scar on his chest. Gu Mang held his hand, and a trace of a smile appeared on his pale face. He said, "Don't waste your energy … Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"Do you know, Mo Xi, I won't die easily … Do you think Lord Liaojun hasn't tried to kill me before? Do you think Jun Shang hasn't tried to assassinate me? "
"The reason they didn't kill me wasn't because they said that I had mutated too much and they didn't know what would happen if I died. They had tried long ago, but … all … cough cough … had failed. They knew very well that I fused with Bloodsucking Scourge. Only when it dies will I die. So … "He paused and gasped for breath." Junior Brother, you don't have to heal me anymore … "
"Talk to me for a while … I just want to talk to you for a while … Is … is that okay?"
Mo Xi held his bloodstained hand and pressed it against his cheek. After a while, he choked and said, "Okay."
Gu Mang laughed. When he laughed, there was always a kind of vitality and wildness, even at this moment.
Mo Xi said hoarsely, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Actually, it's nothing …"
Gu Mang looked up at the small starry sky in the tent.
"I just … I just want to say sorry to you. Mo Que, am I … am I … am I being too selfish? I haven't told you much truth, but you … "
"As for you, you've always treated me wholeheartedly …"
Mo Xi shook his head. "I know you have no choice."
I know how difficult it is for a secret agent to drift between truth and falsehood.
Gu Mang turned his head. Mo Xi saw clear tears flowing down the corners of his eyes. "Junior …"
He reached out and wanted to touch Mo Xi's face, but he didn't have much strength. So Mo Xi held his hand, kissed it and brought it to his cheek.
Gu Mang stared at him in a daze for a while, his eyes red.
They didn't speak for a long time, but they understood everything.
Gu Mang suddenly closed his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"I was too cruel to you …"
Mo Xi choked. "You had no choice, but I … I was willing."
"I know you have your own dreams, I know what you're thinking …" Mo Xi said softly. "You've done your best … but we … can't fight against God …"
Gu Mang didn't say anything.
He stared blankly at the small starry sky for a while.
After a while, he asked, "But I've always been fighting … against God …"
"I know …"
"What we didn't fight for, did they fight for?"
Mo Xi was startled. "What?"
"Those brothers who died in vain in Fengming Mountain … did they fight for it?" Gu Mang opened his wet eyes and looked at him nervously. "In the end, did they … all get redressed …"
His voice was even softer. "Zhanxing, he … also got redressed …"
Mochime understood what he meant, but it did not make him feel better. He clasped his hand tightly, turned his face to kiss it, and nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, you brought them home … They didn't call you Gu Shuai wrongly, Lu Zhanxing … and they never …" Mo Xie paused for a moment. The extreme pain made his throat choke, and he couldn't say anything else. "They never … worshipped you wrongly as a brother …"
"You know we became sworn brothers …?"
Mo Xi lowered his tear-stained eyelashes and answered softly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't treat him well."
Gu Mang suddenly smiled. His smile was very sincere. Other than looking haggard and pale, he didn't look much different from before.
"It's okay, Zhanxing actually likes you very much … he doesn't hate you, I know." He paused. "Then what about the Murong Lian … Murong Lian? Did he hurt himself again? "
"No …"
Gu Mang seemed to be relieved again.
Finally, his clear eyes looked at Mo Xi attentively. With some caution and almost uneasiness, he probed. "Mo Xi, these years, when I lost my memory … did I make you suffer a lot?"
"…"
"I made you suffer, didn't I?"
The color in his eyes was about to shatter into a lake and a sea of sadness. Mo Xi saw the brightness on his face wither and the stars in Gu Mang's eyes extinguish. How could he be willing?
He said, "No."
"Really …?"
"Yes." He choked with sobs and laughed. He wanted to reignite the stars in his eyes. He said, "It's true. Even if you lost your two souls and your memories, you're still good to me … you've never made me suffer … it's all true."
"In my heart, you've always been a very, very good person?"
Mo Xi said, "I've always been like that."
Perhaps seeing Gu Mang's hesitation, Mo Xi wanted to comfort him, so he said, "You more or less remember me … I left you a memento and stayed by your side, so you didn't completely forget me."
As he spoke, as if to prove something, he wanted to find something to give to Gu Mang.
But he came back from the battlefield. Besides the reversal stone that he had to take away, he didn't have anything else. Just as he was at a loss, his fingertips suddenly touched something soft. He looked at it with the help of the moonlight and was stunned.
What he touched was the silk pouch used to hold the reversal stone.
At that time, he was in a hurry to go back to the past, so he didn't take a closer look at Jiang Fuli's silk pouch. Looking at it now, he saw that the silk pouch was embroidered with thousands of miles of clouds and silver thread, with red stones and agate at the bottom.
This was actually … this was actually …
At this moment, his distant memory was awakened. When they met again at Luo Mei Garden, this was the silk pouch that Gu Mang stubbornly guarded!
When he saw this fabric for the first time, he was so angry. Because at that time, Gu Mang held it and said to him directly, "There's someone who's good to me."
This silk pouch was given to me by him.
In a daze, Mo Xi's blood turned cold. He suddenly understood the arrangement of fate. Sorrow surged in his heart, and his heart was as silent as the night.
His throat was bitter. He tried his best to hold back his tears, so that he wouldn't let himself cry again. It turned out … it turned out that the person he had always been jealous of, who gave Gu Mang the silk pouch, was himself.
The person who Gu Mang didn't forget even after losing his spiritual memories …
It was also himself!
It had always been him. It was only him …
"What's wrong with you?"
"… No, nothing." Mo Xi suppressed his sorrow. Carefully, with trembling fingers, he untied the silk pouch from his waist and put it in Gu Mang's palm.
Gu Mang looked at it carefully and smiled, "This is the token? Later on, I relied on it. I don't remember anything. How can I still remember you? "
"… Yes."
"Then I … I'll also leave you a token."
After Gu Mang finished speaking, he searched his body. But what could a prisoner have on him? In the end, he only managed to find two small white shell coins.
Gu Mang activated his weak spiritual power and wrote his name on one of the shell coins. He handed it to Mo Xi, "Here you are. No matter what you'll face when you go back, I'll be with you."
Then, he wanted to write Mo Xi's name on the other shell coin. He wanted to keep it for himself.
But he quickly remembered that he was about to face the Murong Lian, Murong Chen, and Chong Hua's most severe interrogation. He couldn't carry a shell coin with Mo Xi's name on it. So, he only wrote the word "fire" and stopped before he wrote the word "rest".
He carefully put the white shell coin into the silk pouch and said, "This is enough."
He smiled, "I'll remember you."
…
At this point, all of Mo Xi's questions about the silk pouch were finally solved.
And the waves of sorrow finally pressed down on him.
Mo Xi remembered that before Gu Mang passed away, he once opened the silk pouch that Gu Mang treasured. At that time, he saw the shell in the silk pouch.
The shell was mottled with the word "fire" written on it.
At that time, he felt a lump in his heart and couldn't help but ask, "Who gave this to you?"
Gu Mang said he didn't know.
He only remembered that it was a very important person to him.
"Mo Xi …" Gu Mang looked at his expression, raised his hand and patted his shoulder lightly.
He knew that he didn't have much time left to be conscious. He also knew that Mo Xi's time to return to the future was getting closer and closer. He could feel his consciousness gradually becoming chaotic. He could also see that Mo Xi's body was faintly glowing and gradually becoming transparent.
This was another farewell between them. He tried to comfort him like before, to encourage the hero who was about to return to the battlefield. In fact, the two of them were the same. In their hearts, they only wanted to have a family and become a couple. They didn't have the heart to become famous and build a career.
The reason why they chose to be heroes wasn't because they felt that it was exciting, glorious, or something great.
It was because they had experienced too much bitterness and parting. They didn't want others to experience such pain. That was all.
"Mo Xi, let's go back."
Gu Mang said softly to him. He lowered his hand and grasped Mo Xi's gradually fading fingers. He used the last of his strength to squeeze them.
No one answered him. Just when he thought that Mo Xi might have been affected by the reversal stone and had begun to return to the future and couldn't hear his words, he suddenly found that his shoulders were trembling slightly.
Gu Mang was worried and his voice was hoarse. "Shidi …"
Mo Xi didn't speak. It was as if an extremely important flame of life had been extinguished in his body.
His figure became dim and lost in an instant. It was as if he overlapped with the lonely youth who had just entered the army many years ago. At that time, the Mo family had lost its power and its future was uncertain. Mo Xi sat alone outside the bustling soldiers.
At that time, other than Gu Mang, no one was willing to be tainted by the remnants of his family.
No one even gave a smile to the young master who had lost his power.
For a moment, Gu Mang wanted to hug Mo Xi again and tell him that it was okay. He was still here and wouldn't leave. But he soon knew that he no longer had the right to say those words. In the future, Mo Xi had already lost his brother Gu Mang.
No one could stand shoulder to shoulder with him and fight against the world. They could return together hand in hand.
"I'm sorry …"
Mo Xi closed his eyes and then shook his head. He wasn't good with words. He was clumsy and honest. Often, he couldn't say anything satisfying. He just clumsily understood him, understood him, respected him, and tolerated him.
In the end, he silently picked up the small shell that Gu Mang had given him. He put it in his lapel, where it was closest to his heart.
He put it away.
After doing this, he wanted to get up. He wanted to be as upright and calm as he was every time they parted. But in the end, he couldn't do it. As he walked, he felt as if his ribs were broken, his heart was crushed, and his lungs were plucked out … He bent down due to excessive heartache and slowly buried himself. Finally, in this past that he couldn't change, in this disastrous situation, he couldn't stop crying.
His relationship with Gu Mang had lasted for nearly 20 years. But because of the difference between nobles and slaves, because of the conflict between secret agents and generals, because of gender, because of morality, and because of various reasons, they were never respected. They always stayed in the dark and never made any promises. In the end, Gu Mang even chose to sacrifice himself and didn't return to his side. But Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang had loved him for almost half his life.
As a secret agent of the Empire, in order to keep these secrets, Gu Mang had almost exhausted all his blood and life. And the remaining warmth, the broken time, and the sincerity, he had given it all to Mo Xi.
Gu Mang's feelings for him were actually not inferior to the loyalty, affection, and selflessness that anyone in the world had for their partner.
But his lover, the person he loved, because of the secret agent's identity, even in the end, he didn't dare and couldn't write down a name, even if he secretly wrote down a complete name and kept it by his side.
In the brocade pouch that had traveled through time, there was only a shell coin with the word "Fire" written on it.
That was the only token between them.
Other than that, there was nothing else.
They wanted to say something to each other, but at this moment, Mo Xi suddenly felt dizzy. The power of the reversal stone had reached its peak and it was boiling hot in his hand.
He couldn't help but call out to him one last time, "Gu Mang …!"
Gu Mang looked at him quietly. There were tears in his azure blue eyes, but he was smiling.
At the last moment before he lost consciousness, Mo Xi heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the tent and the voice of the guarding disciple, "Lord Wangshu!"
"Welcome, Lord Wangshu!"
He knew that he was about to leave and the Murong Lian would enter at this moment. The cycle of fate was still cruelly moving according to the predetermined trajectory. He was also about to return to the Blood Sea Battlefield six years later.
The reversal stone was a scam from the gods to the mortals. Nothing in the past had changed.
At the last moment before he left, he saw Gu Mang raise his hand and place the shell with half of his name on his lapel. It was the part where the blood had not dried yet, the part closest to his heart.
Gu Mang looked at him and didn't say anything. But his eyes had already expressed his infinite affection.
Mo Xi, little brother.
Go. No matter if the memory is clear or not, no matter how long it has been, in my heart, I will always keep my feelings for you. I'm sorry that I can't always be with you. I can't tell you everything without reservation. I even have to hide from you and lie to you in the future. Then I will walk to death alone.
I regret dragging you down and letting you down in this life.
But, I have never … never regretted loving you.
Go back, Mo Xi.
I hope that in the future, we will be able to wait for that reunion. That … rain that I once dreamed of.
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