In the battle of defending the east of the city, the three armies jointly repelled the overwhelming governor of Eastern Wu, and just as everyone was cheering, a gust of winter wind blew, and Dongfang Mu suddenly fell to the ground like a straw.

After the Battle of the Canyon, Dongfang Mu was plagued by trance-like nerves day and night, and as time passed, the intermittent pains became more and more frequent.

Li Ying hurriedly squatted down and picked up Dongfang Mu, but Dongfang Mu had already fallen into a coma.

It must have been too tired, Li Ying asked for the holy water that Dongfang Mu brought back from Luoyang from Liu Ling's hands, and it was almost drunk by everyone. He dropped all the remaining drops into Dongfang Mu's mouth.

"Dongfang Mu!

Li Ying tried his best to shake Dongfang Mu's body, but no matter what he called, Dongfang Mu didn't react.

Cast a chivalrous spell and quickly send the young man who impressed him back to the military camp in the east of the city.

But a few days have passed, and Dongfang Mu has not woken up. Li Ying came to the most famous Langzhong of the Wei State - Hua Que.

The next night, Hua Que ordered everyone to leave the camp tent and came to Dongfang Mu's banquet alone, set up eight oil lamps, and pasted a charm on his pillow, and recited the incantation.

After a long time, Hua Que slowly walked out of the camp tent, and Li Ying rushed forward to ask.

"Doctor, how is this kid?"

Hua Que shook his head: "This boy is no longer the boy you know. ”

"What does that mean?"

"There was another soul in his body. ”

Li Ying didn't understand what Hua Que was saying at all, so he followed Hua Que all the way and asked.

Until Hua Que had already stepped on the return carriage, Li Ying still did not stop, but Hua Que did not leave a word and walked away.

During the period when Dongfang Mu was unconscious, the three armies in the east of the city did not take it lightly, obeyed the orders of Li Ying, and stationed on the north bank of the Yangtze River.

It wasn't until a week later that Liu Ling saw that the Wu army showed no signs of counterattacking, so he ordered the withdrawal of the Chivalry Hall in Xuchang.

On the night of their departure, the generals returned to the barracks jubilantly, celebrating the victory and boasting to themselves that our army had defeated the governor of Eastern Wu.

In the midst of the joy in the tent, Dongfang Mu suddenly got up on the bed, he was still unconscious, his eyes were still closed, but he saw a faint moonlight shining in the darkness ahead.

Everything was like a dream, and he felt as if something was calling him and driving him forward.

It was a cold winter, and there was already heavy snow outside the camp, and the cold wind swept the entire vast northern land like a terrible wave.

"You can't escape...... This is your destiny ......"

Damn! What the hell is going on!

Dongfang Mu was half asleep, and vaguely heard this familiar voice again, and there was a sharp pain in his heart.

"I ...... It's your fate......"

The sound seemed to come from the sky, long and empty. Dongfang Mu tightly blocked his ears in a blur, but the sound became louder, as if the sound was not coming from his ears, but from the bone marrow, nerves, every blood vessel and every cell of his body.

The generals in the tent spent all day drinking, singing and dancing, and no one noticed that under this imminent moonlight, Dongfang Mu had walked out of the tent step by step and alone.

The goose-feathered snow covered his departed footprints in a blink of an eye, and what was covered with his past loneliness and unknown search.