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Wang Mu woke up from a violent choking cough, but even though he opened his eyes, there was still darkness and a strong bloody stench in front of him.

The mouth and nose were covered with viscous liquid, which almost made Wang Mu unable to breathe. He choked and coughed with all his might, and finally recovered his breathing.

Is this...Is this the Yellow Spring Hell after death?

Wang Mu tried to struggle for a while, and found that the parts of his hands were soft and sticky. He pushed hard and was surprised to see a ray of light lit up in front of his eyes.

Once again, he used all his weak strength to push the light and pushed it away, and Wang Mu finally rolled out of the darkness and rolled onto the ground. Turning his head and looking, he realized that behind him was a long dead horse. He was in the belly of the horse.

Before he could think, Wang Mu felt a violent annoyance in his chest, and then he held the ground with both hands and vomited. In addition to the morning food, the vomited things were mixed with blood and body fluids from the horse's belly.

The intense vomiting almost made Wang Mu almost suffocate. After finally breathing out all the things in his abdomen, Wang Mu felt that he was about to exhaust.

It was not until this time that he began to gradually recall what had happened before.

Arrange a siege net to encircle Liu Xiu... The meteor in the sky passed by... Han Zhuo grabbed himself on the back and ran away... and stuffed himself into the horse's belly...

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

It took him a long time to pluck up the courage in his whole body, slowly raised his head, and scanned the surroundings.

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

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

Can……

What about Han Zhuo

Where is Han Zhuo!!!!!!

At the last moment, Han Zhuo cut open his horse's belly and stuffed himself in, but he still stayed outside!

Han Zhuo shouldn't...

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

He began to search for the bodies beside him frantically, but no matter how he looked for them, he could not find the man in black.

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

The sound was low and dull, and it would be almost impossible to distinguish if it weren't for the silence around him at this moment. But when Wang Mu heard it, his whole body was already trembling with excitement.

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

"Han Zhuo! You are not dead!" Although Wang Mu was still weak, he still stumbled towards Han Zhuo: "I knew that you would not die!"

But when he ran to Han Zhuo, he stopped and stared at Han Zhuo's body.

A sharp spear penetrated vertically through Han Zhuo's body, inserted it diagonally from his right shoulder, and then came out from his left waist. The blood had already condensed, showing a creeping purple-black look.

"Han Zhuo, you..." Wang Mu opened his mouth wide and looked at Han Zhuo in disbelief. He had never seen Han Zhuo get injured, and even even imagined that he would be injured.

This man should always be wearing black clothes, holding his long sword, silently taking down one head after another, protecting the teacher's appearance in the shadow. No one, no force can knock him down, and he will never be knocked down, or even... will never die.

"I'm almost dying."

When he said this, Han Zhuo had no expression on his face. He had no fear, no worries, and even no attachment to his own life. Instead, he was just stating a simple fact.

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

Wang Mu walked in step by step with trembling, stretched out his hand and gently held the spear, not knowing what to do.

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

"Yes... I'm sorry..." Wang Mu's lips twitched and his face pale: "If it weren't... If it weren't for saving me, you could have survived... it's all because of me... it should be that you survive!"

"You should survive." Han Zhuo thought of those extraordinary people who seemed to not belong to the training of this era, and shook his head and said, "You are the successor of the Lord, and I am just a guard trained by the Lord since childhood. Although I can't understand a word about the things the Lord taught you, I know that you are more important to him."

"The successor..." Wang Mu laughed bitterly: "Look at the surroundings, Han Zhuo. What else can I inherit now?"

"The word you often say is... ideal," Han Zhuo's voice was calm: "I don't have an ideal, I don't know what it is. But I think it has a special meaning to 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, go back to the Lord. Without my protection, you must live."

In the distance, a cavalry who was pursuing and pursuing on the battlefield noticed Wang Mu and Han Zhuo, moved the direction of the horse's head and ran towards them.

After saying that, Han Zhuo held the spear inserted into 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 sabre in his hand was raised high, full of confidence. The two people in front of him were unarmed, and the other was seriously injured and dying. To kill them, only two charges were needed.

Wang Mu retreated behind Han Zhuo and looked at Han Zhuo's back. Although the cavalry in front of him came in full force and the spear had penetrated Han Zhuo's entire body, his trust in Han Zhuo did not decline at all.

As long as Han Zhuo is still alive and standing in front of him, Wang Mu believes that he will never be hurt at all.

When the cavalry rushed to Han Zhuo, an excited smile appeared on his face, and then the saber drew an arc and slashed heavily. However, after only half of it, his hands suddenly loosened, and then a chill came from his throat. The picture in front of him was frozen in the last moment and turned into darkness.

The headless corpse of the cavalry swayed and landed on the ground. After rushing a few steps in front of the war horse, he slowly stopped. Han Zhuo threw the scimitar he had seized to Wang Mu and let out a few breaths: "Get the knife, get on the horse, go."

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

"It's the same wherever you die." Han Zhuo shook his head: "Wang Mu, you were not an indecisive person before, so don't do it now."

"...Okay." Wang Mu gritted his teeth, picked up the saber on the ground, turned over and rode on the war horse, and finally looked at Han Zhuo deeply:

"Thank you, Han Zhuo."

Then, Wang Mu whipped heavily, galloped away, and never looked back. He was afraid that if he looked back and looked at Han Zhuo, he would no longer be able to bear the tears.

"Goodbye, friend."

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

Then, as if all his strength was emptied, he slowly fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!