Wang Mu woke up with a violent cough, but even when he opened his eyes, there was still darkness in front of him, and a strong stench of blood.

The mouth and nose were full of viscous liquid, which almost made Wang Mu unable to breathe. He choked as hard as he could, and it was only with great difficulty that he regained his breath

This is...... Is Yellow Springs Hell after Death?

Wang Mu tried to struggle for a while, and found that the tentacles were soft and sticky. He pushed hard, and was pleasantly surprised to see a glimmer of light light in front of him.

Once again, with all the weak strength of his body, he stretched out his hand to push towards the bright light, and Wang Mu finally rolled out of the darkness and rolled to the ground. Turning his head, he realized that behind him was a horse that had long since died. And he himself was in the belly of the horse.

Before he had time to think, Wang Mu felt a violent annoyance in his chest, and then he held the ground with both hands and vomited heavily. In addition to the morning food, the vomit was mixed with blood and bodily fluids from the horse's belly.

The intense vomiting almost made Wang Mu almost suffocate, and finally vomited out the contents of his abdomen, and Wang Mu felt that he was about to collapse.

It was only then that he began to gradually recall what had happened.

Arrange a siege net to encircle and annihilate Liu Xiu...... Meteors streak across the sky...... Han Zhuo grabbed himself on horseback and fled...... Tuck yourself into the belly of a horse......

Wang Mu's whole body suddenly shook, his body tensed, and he was almost swallowed by great fear.

It took a long time for him to muster up the courage of his whole body, slowly raise his head, and scan the surroundings.

When the huge pit and the countless mutilated corpses around him fell into his eyes, Wang Mu finally realized and believed what had happened before.

The horse's whole body was also covered with impact scars. If it weren't for its buffer, Wang Mu would have become a member of the corpses around him.

Can......

What about Han Zhuo?

What about Han Zhuo!!!!!

At the last moment, Han Zhuo cut open the horse's belly and stuffed himself inside, but he himself remained outside!

Han Zhuo, should he ......

Wang Mu stood up vigorously and shouted Han Zhuo's name loudly in a panic. However, there was no response.

He began to frantically search for the corpses around him, but no matter how much he searched, he couldn't find the man dressed in black.

Just as Wang Mu was about to despair, he heard his name.

The voice was low and muffled, almost indiscernible if it weren't for the silence that was all around it at the moment. But as soon as Wang Mu heard it, his whole body trembled with excitement.

Dozens of feet away, a black figure was struggling to stand up.

"Han Zhuo! You're not dead! Although Wang Mu was still weak, he still stumbled towards Han Zhuo: "I knew that you guy wouldn't die!" ”

But when he ran in front of Han Zhuo, he stopped and stared at Han Zhuo's body.

A sharp spear pierced through Han Zhuo's body vertically, inserting diagonally from his right shoulder and then out of his left waist. The blood had congealed, revealing a seeping purple-black.

"Han Zhuo, you ......" Wang Mu opened his mouth wide and looked at Han Zhuo in disbelief. He had never seen Han Zhuo injured, and even if he imagined, he had never imagined how he was injured.

This man should always be dressed in black, holding his long sword, silently taking off one head after another, guarding the teacher in the shadows. No one, no force, can bring him down, and he will never be defeated, not even ...... Never die.

"I'm dying."

When he said this, Han Zhuo didn't have the slightest expression on his face. There is no fear, no worry, not even attachment to one's own life, but just a simple fact.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the spear on his body: "The meteor rolled up when it landed, and I couldn't dodge." The lungs and liver were pierced and there was no way to save them. ”

Wang Mu trembled and walked in step by step, reaching out to gently hold the spear, not knowing what to do.

"Don't pull it out, pull it out, die faster." Han Zhuo said softly.

"Right...... I'm sorry......" Wang Mu's lips moved, and his face turned pale: "If it weren'...... If it weren't for saving me, you would have survived...... It's all because of me...... You should live! ”

"You're the one who should live." Han Zhuo thought of the training that was very human in those years and didn't seem to belong to this era, and shook his head and said, "You are the successor of the Lord, and I am just a guard that the Lord has trained since childhood. Although I don't understand a word of what the Lord taught you, I know that you are more important to him. ”

"...... the heir?" Wang Mu laughed miserably: "Look around, Han Zhuo." What else can I inherit now? ”

"What is the word you often say...... Ideal, right? Han Zhuo's voice was indifferent: "I don't have an ideal, I don't know what it is." But I guess it has a special meaning for you. At least, that's something you can inherit. ”

"Ideal ......" Wang Mu clenched his fists tightly, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Han Zhuo: "Go back, go back to Chang'an, and go back to the Lord's side." Without my protection, you must live. ”

In the distance, a cavalryman who was sweeping and pursuing on the battlefield noticed Wang Mu and Han Zhuo, turned the direction of the horse's head, and ran towards the two.

After speaking, Han Zhuo held on to the spear inserted in his body and stood up from the ground with difficulty: "At least, let me give you a gift at the end." ”

The cavalry rushed closer and closer, and the saber in his hand was raised high, full of confidence. The two people in front of him, one unarmed, the other was seriously injured and dying, and it only took two charges to kill them.

Wang Mu retreated behind Han Zhuo and looked at Han Zhuo's back. Although the cavalry in front of him was menacing, and although the spear had penetrated Han Zhuo's entire body, his trust in Han Zhuo had not diminished in the slightest.

As long as Han Zhuo was alive and standing in front of him, Wang Mu believed that he would never be hurt in the slightest.

When the cavalry rushed in front of Han Zhuo, an excited smile was already on his face, and then the saber drew an arc and slashed hard. However, only halfway through the split, his hand suddenly loosened, and then a chill came from his throat, and the picture in front of him froze in the last moment, and then turned into darkness.

The headless corpse of the cavalry staggered to the ground, and after a few steps forward, the war horse slowly stopped. Han Zhuo threw the scimitar he had snatched in front of Wang Mu and let out a few gasps: "Take the knife, get on the horse, and go." ”

"What about you?" Wang Mu's face was solemn.

"Those who are dying are the same wherever they die." Han Zhuo shook his head: "Wang Mu, you weren't an indecisive person before, and you shouldn't do it now." ”

“…… Good. Wang Mu gritted his teeth, picked up the saber on the ground, turned over and rode on the war horse, and finally glanced at Han Zhuo deeply:

"Thank you, Han Zhuo."

Then, Wang Mu whipped hard, rode his horse and galloped away, never looking back. He was afraid that if he looked back at Han Zhuo even once, he would no longer be able to hold back the tears.

"Goodbye, friend."

Han Zhuo looked at Wang Mu's distant back, and a rare smile appeared on his face again.

Then he slowly fell to the ground as if all his strength had been emptied.

"Also, thank you for the wine."