Due to the urgency of the matter, Mo Xi didn't have time to inform Jun Shang. He ordered the Transmission Butterfly to go to the palace and rushed to the foot of War Soul Mountain.
As soon as he reached the entrance, he saw that the two cultivators guarding the mountain were dead — their eyeballs were gouged out and their hearts were taken away.
They died in the same way as Elder Yu.
The ring on his hand became hotter and hotter, pointing at the bloodstained mountain path. Mo Xi stared at the ring for a moment and gritted his teeth, "… Gu Mang … is it really you?"
His heart grew colder and he rushed up the mountain.
The terrain of War Soul Mountain was extremely complicated. On its misty peak, the heroes of the Chong Hua dynasty were buried. It was said that in the dead of night, the neighing of war horses could be heard from time to time in the mountains. It seemed to confirm the rumor that "the flames of war in Jiuzhou will not be extinguished and the souls of the Chong Hua will not be reborn".
Here, many guiding magic tools would be disturbed by the spiritual current and couldn't guide the way correctly. Even Mo Xi's silver ring was slightly affected and it had to adjust several times before it could move again.
Mo Xi came to the foot of War Soul Mountain.
Here, he stopped and looked at the faint cold fog in the dense forest, murmuring, "The Dreamer …"
Yes, this fog was not ordinary mountain fog, but the "Dreamer" that only some high-level warlocks of the Burning Country could use.
This was a kind of illusion that could change the real scene around and create a new world. If one was aroused by it and indulged in it, one's mind would be easily destroyed. However, Mo Xi had fought with warlocks of the Burning Country who used the "Dreamer" many times on the battlefield, so it wasn't difficult for him to resist this.
The tip of the ring was pointing here, which meant that Gu Mang was in the fog of the "Dreamer" at this moment.
He had to go in.
Mo Xi thought for a moment and raised his hand, saying, "Illusion butterfly."
A Sound Transmission Butterfly answered and flew out.
Mo Xi said, "Tell Jun Shang the location and the situation. I'll go check and ask him to send reinforcements."
The butterfly flapped its wings and disappeared into the depths of the forest in a short while. Mochime stepped into the thick fog that could not be dispersed.
The surroundings were a vast expanse of whiteness, and it was difficult to distinguish one's five fingers.
"Gu Mang!" He raised his voice. "Gu Mang, come out!"
His voice echoed in the fog. After a while, a person's soft laughter came from the cold fog, "Lord Xi He?"
The person who spoke was not Gu Mang.
That person sighed and said, "Sigh, I was too careless. I always felt that this beast on the divine altar seemed to carry some unfamiliar spiritual energy. So it was you who placed a tracking talisman in his body. "
"… Who are you?"
"Who am I? Lord Xi He has been investigating the brothel case for so long. Doesn't he have a guess in his heart?" That indistinct figure seemed so faint in the fog, appearing for a moment before disappearing again.
However, in that brief moment, Mo Xi had already struck out viciously, sending a blazing fireball smashing towards him.
"Ouch." A snort came from the fog. After a moment of silence, that voice sighed, "The Iron-Blooded God of War, Lord Xi He, indeed lives up to his reputation." Suddenly, he smiled eerily and dangerously, "Your temper is really bad."
Mo Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Where is Gu Mang? What's your relationship with him?! "
"I have nothing to do with him. As for who I am, aren't there many theories in Chong Hua City? " That person spoke sweetly, as if he was talking about something that he found very interesting. "Something about a flower thief in a brothel, something about a chef who ran away from Plum Blossom Garden …" He sneered, and his laughter lingered in the fog that was getting thicker and thicker. "It's really very interesting. I've heard a lot of stories, and I even told one myself. "
He even told one himself?!
As if he could see Mo Mie's slightly widened eyes, that person said slowly with a smile, "That's right. When I was bored, I once pretended to be a storyteller and ran to the teahouse to tell stories. I said that I had seventy men at night, but your friend, Young Master Yue, was not satisfied. He said something about the brothel letting out its guests early, he was really naughty. "
"You actually … the real storyteller …"
"Of course I killed them." That person said indifferently, "After I killed them, I think I threw them into a dry well? I think I threw them into a mass grave? Sorry, I've killed too many people, I can't remember clearly. "
Finally, he laughed and said, "But speaking of which, you're more reliable than that Lord Wangshu. He was just letting his imagination run wild, and as soon as he came up with an answer, he was anxious to get testimony from the prisoners. You, on the other hand, knew how to properly examine the few sword marks on those corpses. "
That person paused, and asked almost joyfully, "So, did you find anything?"
Mo Xi's voice was deep and burning, "… Are you really Li Qingqian?"
The other person was silent for a moment in the fog, and then suddenly laughed. The laughter became louder and louder, more and more sinister, constantly lingering in the surroundings, and no one could tell where it came from.
"Li Qingqian … Li Qingqian, haha, hahahaha …" This name seemed to have touched some kind of sore spot in that person's heart, and the laughter that came out of his throat was like a vulture circling around, not dissipating for a long time.
"I'm not!" He suddenly tightened his voice, and as the laughter echoed, he said sternly, "The first chapter of the 'Broken Water Sword Manual', 'The Benevolent Sword Breaks Water, The Righteous Sword Cuts Sorrows', 'The Poor Yet Still Helps the World, Does Not Shirk Even Ten Thousand Hardships' … It's simply laughable, lamentable, pitiful! What Master Li, he's just a pauper, a useless good-for-nothing, pedantic to the extreme! "
He scolded and raged for a while, and then gradually calmed down after a while. In the silence of the cold fog, he suddenly said, "I just look down on hypocrites like you. You clearly have greed, anger, and stupidity in your hearts, but you still want fame, wealth, and innocence. You can't pick it up, nor can you let it go."
His words were full of danger.
Mo Xi couldn't be more sensitive to murderous intent, and immediately his gaze turned cold, and he shouted in a low voice, "Shuiran! Summon! "
A red light flashed, and the snake whip hissed in his hand.
"Oh, Shuiran." The person snorted, "You're very impressive. You have earth-shattering power, but unfortunately, I think you probably won't be able to use it here. "
"…"
"I can't beat you, so I won't fight you head-on. But I was lucky enough to eavesdrop on some of your secrets, and there are many other ways to trap you. "
"For example …" He paused, and then suddenly asked with interest, "When Gu Mang was imprisoned in Fallen Plum Garden, did you tell him … that the lotus tattoo on his neck was branded by you?"
Mo Xi's heart turned cold, and he gritted his teeth, "… What exactly are you!"
"Don't be in a hurry to ask me what I am. Why don't I ask you instead? " The person said with interest, "Let me ask you — the First Marshal of Chong Hua, the cold and pure Lord Xi He, who keeps men and women away from each other, who has maintained self-restraint for thirty years, and who is the fickle lover that Princess Meng Ze couldn't melt even with her heart."
His voice was near and far, and now it was almost behind Mo Xi's ear, and his tone was wet.
"You and that Marshal Gu, what's your relationship?"
He lashed out with the whip, and his anger made the body of the whip burst into sparks.
The ghost seemed to have expected this, and this time it didn't get whipped, and he disappeared again.
"Master Jun, you're so fierce, so it seems that I guessed correctly?"
Mo Xi didn't answer, and said sternly, "Hand over Gu Mang!"
"Hand him over? I'm not stupid. He used to be the First Marshal of Burning Country. Although his spiritual nucleus was destroyed, I have my ways to control him and call back his combat power. "The ghost was still smiling." Why should I hand over such a capable guard? "
He paused, and then his smile became brighter. "In Chong Hua, the only one who can fight him alone is you, Lord Xi He. As long as he guards for me, others can't beat him even if they come. As for you, Lord Xi He, if you come … "
The intimacy in his words was even more intense.
"I have other ways too."
As he spoke, his voice gradually faded away, as if he was going to disappear.
"Tonight, since you have the courage to step into this illusion for him, I naturally have to be a good host and let him treat you well."
The person chuckled. "Lord Xi He, the night is short, please enjoy it while you can."
"You —!"
As if responding to his words, a cluster of red light suddenly lit up in front of them, accompanied by a babbling voice. Someone was singing, "Yu Ming New Pond Rain. Jin Yu Xiao Ge Qing. There's a love song and wine. Looking at the heartless insects and ants, it's also about love … "
"…"
Mo Xi knew that once the dreamer stepped into the illusion, he couldn't break it from the inside. He could only wait for Jun Shang's reinforcements to arrive. Before that, he couldn't hide from these illusions. But as long as he stayed awake, it wouldn't be difficult to hold on.
However, at this moment, the ghost's voice sounded again in the depths of the illusion. "Lord Xi He, I know what you're thinking. You want to hold on, don't you? "
He chuckled. "What a pity. You might be able to hold on, but Gu Mang might not be able to."
Mo Xi shivered. "What do you mean?"
"Everyone says that Lord Xi He has amazing self-discipline, and it's hard for him to mess with his thoughts. Naturally, I won't be so stupid as to pick a tough bone. And Gu Mang now lacks a soul, so he's just a pitiful worm with an incomplete mind. — Naturally, it's easier for me to make a move on him. "
He said slowly, "When your thumb ring showed you the way, did it tell you that he was drugged?"
Mo Xi's blood turned cold. He said angrily, "You —!"
"What about me? Am I despicable? " The ghost laughed. "I just gave him some medicine to awaken his strength, so that he can be my guard. Elegant gentleman Lord Xi He, what are you thinking? "
After a pause, the ghost said happily, "But you're right, I'm indeed shameless. Because what I'm going to give him next is another kind of medicine. "
"…"
"You're not the only one I threw into this illusion. He's also in it." The ghost's voice was smooth. "You're noble and self-disciplined, but you can't bear to see him … Hahaha, I won't say it, I won't say it."
Mo Xi was so angry that he wanted to curse. But who was the real identity of this flower thief? Li Qingqian? A chef from Liao Country? Or was it some crazy wild ghost?
"People are just flesh and blood formed by desire. Some people indulge in sensual pleasures, some pursue fame. However, the desire for love is a desire, isn't the desire for fame also a desire? "The ghost laughed softly." What's the difference? "
"…"
"Go ahead. Your Brother Gu Mang, he's waiting for you in front. "
His voice disappeared completely, but the music grew louder and louder. The performer's colorful voice almost reached the clouds, wriggling over like a poisonous snake. "The land rises from the darkness. The wind flowers form from the corners of the eyes. The contract still has the incomplete scriptures. To ask the east wind blowing in the dream — when will you wake up —! "
With the last word, "Wake up!" The surrounding fog dissipated.
Mo Xi found himself standing in a field of bright lights. It was night, and people came and went, shuttling back and forth. It was the Starry River's brilliant nightless sky.
Two guards stood in front of the splendid door with white walls and black tiles. They wore blue magician robes with thunder cloud patterns on the edges. Eight bright lights were burning on the path to the mansion. On the lintel of the door, there was a blue bat-shaped totem flowing with spiritual power.
It was the emblem of the Murong Lian family.
How could it be … Wang Shu Mansion?
The illusion created by people in dreams was often related to some memories that were difficult to part with.
At this time, he was not the only one trapped in the same illusion. Gu Mang was also trapped in the same illusion. Then this scene should not be caused by his inner demons, but by someone else who was also in the same illusion and was drugged …
Gu Mang.
Although Gu Mang's memory was incomplete, the obsession in his heart could be extracted. But why Wang Shu Mansion?
Wang Shu Mansion. Drugged. Desire. Past. These words floated in his mind one by one. After thinking carefully, Mo Xi suddenly thought of something. His beautiful face changed instantly.
Could it be that Gu Mang's past had been extracted …?
He cursed silently. His figure flashed up the roof of the Murong Lian family and rushed towards a corner of Wang Shu Mansion.
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