Forgotten by Death

An Mo knew that everything would come eventually, no one could avoid death, the god of death had already swung his scythe, and this place would soon turn into a hell with piles of corpses piled up.

No one knows where it started. The death started in the refugee shelter and spread out a little bit.

When it was first discovered that the refugees were getting sick, Yun Xi and Luo Yi went to the scene to see it. Shen Ji was supposed to accompany him that day, but Shen Qing took his place.

"You still have something to do, let me accompany the First Prince to take a look."

Before departure, An Mo stopped Shen Qing again, "Don't go."

"what happened?"

An Mo couldn't give a reason, he knew he shouldn't stop, even if he stopped, Shen Qing's fate would not be changed, but he couldn't bear it.

"Don't always frown, let's go, I will accompany you there."

Shen Qing finally went and fell ill in bed within two days after returning.

A large area of ​​death finally began to erupt outside, and even spread to the barracks.

First, the guards guarding the refugees, and then some people in the city, gradually spread more and more, faster and faster, spreading like a raging fire.

Only then did the doctors realize that this was a terrible and contagious plague. After reporting it overnight, the defenders immediately isolated the sick and those who had been in contact with the sick.

It's a pity that it's useless, the plague seems to have grown legs, no matter how it is closed or burned, it can't be stopped, and madness is raging in the city.

Yun Xi has already used all the medical experience he has learned in modern times, but there is no improvement, more and more people are dying day by day, and even the doctors who come outside to help are afraid to come in, for fear of entering this dead city and losing their lives .

The people around An Mo fell one by one, even Yun Xi and Luo Yi were not spared.An Mo was not worried, he knew they would be fine, because their names were not on the roster at all, and they would all survive the danger.But Shen Qing was different, he was very seriously ill, his whole body had lost color in just a few days, the virus had eroded his body, and he exuded the breath of death.

Seeing Yun Xi and Luo Yi surrounded by countless servants bringing water and medicine, An Mo turned and went to Shen Qing's place.

An Moyi took care of him puzzledly, fed a lot of soup and medicine, but it didn't help at all.After confirming that the disease was contagious, Shen Ji placed him alone in a military tent, and no one dared to come in to take care of him, except An Mo.

After learning about the situation, Shen Qing collapsed at the door and pressed the curtain tightly, coughing violently and panting: "An, you are not allowed to come in, and no one is allowed to come in, I already know that this disease is contagious, you all stay away from me. Stay away, just leave the medicine and food at the door, I don't need anyone to take care of me."

"I'll be fine, let me in."

Shen Qing's tone was firm: "No, especially you, Ann, you are not allowed to come in, do you hear?"

"It's not that I would be another slave, it doesn't matter, let me in."

"No." Shen Qing endured the pain for many days without crying out, and shed tears at this moment: "An, I know you treat me as a friend, and it is because of this that you can't have any accidents. You are obedient, cough cough cough, don't come in ..."

Shen Qing fainted, not long after An Mo walked in, hugged him to the bed and wiped him carefully, and replaced him with ice towels over and over again to help him cool down, all night long.

When Shen Qing regained consciousness and saw the stubborn An Mo, he was so angry that he immediately asked someone to pull him out, and asked Yun Xi to take him away, and An Mo was not allowed to take a step closer to him.

Yun Xi's symptoms are very mild, except for some low-grade fever, there are not many symptoms.After recovering a bit, he learned that An Mo had run to Shen Qing's place. He got angry a lot, and then put An Mo outside his tent to watch carefully.

Gradually, the servants who served Yun Xi and Luo Yi fell ill, and only An Mo was fine, so he took over the work of more servants.

Luo Yi didn't understand why so many people couldn't escape, and why An Mo was fine.

Seeing that An Mo's resistance was so good, Yun Xi felt at ease and continued to put him in the house.

The whole city is filled with the pungent smell of medicinal powder, which is used to kill the sickness in the air.No one can be seen on the streets, and the surrounding towns are even worse. Almost the entire village has been destroyed, and the corpses are lying in every corner, and no one collects them.

Fear spread throughout the entire border. When everyone felt panic and despair and could only give up and wait for death, a witch doctor came from Nanzhai, a skinny and dark old man with dimples on his face.

He claimed to have traveled from Nanzhai, had seen this disease, and cured many people in the city with traditional Chinese medicine, so he immediately became famous and caused a sensation in the whole city, and was solemnly invited to the military camp.

An Mo didn't know if this person was real or not, but Shen Ji was so eager to save people that he asked the Nanzhai witch doctor to see Yun Xi and Luo Yi first.

Luo Yi was lying on the bed, he was one of the first to be infected, and survived like Yun Xi until now, lingering on the bed but still in good spirits.

The witch doctor came into the house alone, and poked the porcelain bottle in his hand through the thin curtain. "This is the second antidote. The crown prince rewarded you. You have done a good job. The crown prince has ordered someone to come and pick you up after the matter is over here."

Luo Yi was shocked in his heart, and only then realized that the plague was actually the work of the prince. He took the medicine bottle and did not take it immediately, and asked: "The eldest prince's illness..."

The witch doctor smiled: "The eldest prince has already been infected. It won't take long, and the Shen family army here will be wiped out together. Kill two birds with one stone, and the prince's country can be stabilized."

Luo Yi was a little sad and a little scared. The prince's methods were completely beyond his imagination. He would not hesitate to let tens of thousands of people be buried with him for the sake of one person. The heart of the superior is really cruel enough.I don't know if it was luck or misfortune that I was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe. Luo Yi shuddered at the thought of staying with the prince in the future.

"Will everyone else die?"

The witch doctor Jie Jie laughed: "Of course not, those who need to die will die, and those who are irrelevant can still live."

After delivering the medicine, the witch doctor stood up, and Luo Yi stopped him when he was about to leave, "Can you do me another favor?"

The witch doctor stopped and walked back...

In the military tent late at night, Shen Ji and several generals who survived the disaster sat around the table and listened to the witch doctor explain the root cause of the disease.

The witch doctor exudes a gloomy and cold body, sitting in the shadow on the other side of the candlelight, silently glanced at everyone present, and said in a deep voice: "Frankly speaking, this disease is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster."

"Man-made disaster?" The lieutenant stood up: "You mean someone deliberately spread the plague?"

"No! It's not plague, it's Gu poison!"

Shen Ji's expression became serious: "Poison?"

"Yes, this poison is a rare Gu poison in northern Xinjiang. After being planted on the body, it survives by nibbling internal organs. After laying eggs, it will crawl out of the human body and continue to find new hosts. It has a fast reproductive ability. Anyone who is parasitized by larvae There will be a red mark on the neck, a terrible poison, I have been there before, so I know it."

"Northern Xinjiang?" Shen Ji was shocked, it was thousands of miles away from here, and the sudden appearance of the Gu poison in such a distant place seemed to be only artificial.

"No wonder there is no cure for medicine and stones. It turns out that it is not a disease at all! Who is so vicious and uses Gu poison here?"

The witch doctor narrowed his eyes: "It's hard to say. If you want to end this disaster, you have to find this person. The Gu master has a Gu king in his hand. As long as the Gu king dies, those Gu insects will naturally disappear, and everyone can live in peace." .”

Shen Ji lingered, thinking for a while: "It's so chaotic now, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to find this person."

The witch doctor smiled sarcastically: "It's not difficult, wait a few more days, maybe you will show your feet."

"My lord genius doctor, please ask the genius doctor to save the seriously ill as soon as possible before you find this person. Shen will definitely thank you!"

"Then ask the genius doctor to take a look at my elder brother first, he is very sick, and he can't get out of bed these days!"

"Oh? Then I'll go and have a look first."

Shen Ji pinned all his hopes on the witch doctor, and hurriedly took him to see Shen Qing. He thought that his elder brother was finally saved this time, but he didn't expect the witch doctor to say that he had been hollowed out by Gu insects and was hopeless. !

Hearing the words, Shen Ji felt as if struck by lightning, and sat down in front of Shen Qing's tent, choked up and said, "Brother..."

Although the witch doctor couldn't save Shen Qing, he was able to cure other patients. He had rescued several lieutenants successively. His ability was obvious to all. He was not a tricked charlatan, which made Shen Ji feel even more desperate.

Two days later, in the early morning, An Mo fetched water for Yun Xi to wash up, helped him drink the medicine, and went out of the tent with a bowl of soup. Suddenly, he saw two figures flying past, flying towards the side of the barracks.

An Mo was startled, dropped the things in his hand and chased after him.

Under the astonished eyes of the guards, he rushed into Shen Qing's tent, and saw the gods of death Bo Fang and Chang Hai inside.

The long-horrified sickle was already raised high towards Shen Qing, and stopped after seeing An Mo: "An Mo? Why are you here?"

An Mo walked over, and the appearance of Shen Qing who hadn't seen him for a few days was even more frightening. Not only was his condition serious, but he hadn't been well taken care of, and his chest was covered with stains from medicinal juices. It was obvious at a glance that the servants were afraid of contagion and rushed to deal with it.

Shen Qing's hair was messy and lying on the side of the bed, the ground was covered with puddles of coughed up blood, the blood stains had already seeped into the ground, turning into black patches.

An Mo's nose was slightly sore. After watching it for a while, she turned around and took a towel to wet him to wipe his face, and then helped him comb his hair neatly.

Bo Fang was puzzled: "An Mo, do you know him?"

"Ah."

The two looked at each other, watching An Mo take out clean and soft new clothes, help Shen Qing to untie the dirty clothes and put them on for him.

An Mo felt very sad, he is the most powerful general in Yunxiao, a person with amazing talent, how could such a heroic, handsome and handsome man make him so miserable when he was dying!It is already a great pity not to die on the battlefield, and it is absolutely impossible to die so ugly at the last moment.

The two gods of death waited silently, watching An Mo boil hot water, wet a towel and wipe his body little by little, without urging him.They are all gods who have experienced thousands of years of experience in the human world and finally cultivated into a true fruit, and they still understand the emotions and desires.

In the Temple of Death, only An Mo grew up in the underworld. He is a descendant of the God Clan. He has never been tempered in the Three Realms, let alone experienced emotions and desires. He is as innocent as a piece of paper. He has devoted all his energy to upgrading since he was a child. In terms of force value, although he is young, he is one of the three most powerful gods in the underworld, but in terms of emotion, he is indeed blank.These gods of death usually come into contact with death, and rarely have anything to do with life in different dimensions. Seeing An Mo treat a person so sadly now, they couldn't bear it, and they were more sympathetic and helpless.

It's a kind of growth, and it's also a good thing for An Mo, he has to go through these things.

When An Mo hugged Shen Qing to change clothes, Shen Qing finally woke up from the torment, and it took a long time for An Mo to regain his sanity.

His chapped lips squirmed, and the first sentence was to chase people away: "You, why are you here again, you want to die of anger, me, cough cough cough."

"Your clothes are dirty, let me change them for you."

"Ann, be obedient, don't come, I don't want to hurt you."

"No, I'm fine, I'm fine."

Shen Qing's eyes were moist: "I know, I'm going to die... In fact, I'm very, very happy to see you before I die, ahem..."

"Ann, don't be too busy, listen to me, okay?"

An Mo wiped his hair clean, and sat obediently beside him: "Speak, I'll listen."

Shen Qing forced a bitter smile: "Well, it's a pity. After thinking about it for so long, I wanted to fight side by side with you, ride horses and gallop under the moon, drink heavily, eat meat, and have long talks, cough cough, what a pity, I can't do this anymore, really, sorry..."

Shen Qing slowed down, and then said: "I'm sorry, no, with your consent, I handed over the booklet, and I just sent it away yesterday... I asked my father to go and get you, and let him accept you as a benefactor Son! Cough, cough, after I am gone, you will be me, live well for me, and be the most famous general in Yunxiao!"

An Mo clenched the quilt tightly, his throat was so choked that he couldn't make a sound, he looked at the dying Shen Qing, and listened to his intermittent explanation of the funeral, he thought out every detail for himself, found a home for himself, Find a home and live for him.

"I know you, and I don't want to leave him! But Ann, you deserve better, he doesn't cherish you, you treat yourself better...go to Shen's mansion, you are not a slave, you are the most powerful god of war, Ann... I am here Under the Underworld, I'm waiting to see you, make great achievements and have a great power!"

After saying this, all Shen Qing's strength was exhausted, he fell heavily on the bed, his eyes were closed tightly and he was almost out of breath.He's at the end of his strength, and can't do anything else.

Bo Fang patted An Mo's shoulder: "My condolences, he is dying, let's take him back."

Seeing that An Mo's eyes were red and shimmering, Chang Chang couldn't bear it, but he still held up the sickle again.

A cold light flashed and the shadow of the knife fell, and swung it down towards Shen Qing!

A thin white wrist suddenly raised and held tightly, grasping the sharp blade.

Chang Hai was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew his hand, but there was still a bloodstain on An Mo's finger.

"An Mo, you!"

An Mo bit her lip and stood in front of Shen Qing, expressing her attitude without saying a word.

"An Mo, don't be stupid, you will be severely punished for changing the fate of others at will!"

An Mo lowered her eyes: "I know." "If you know, don't do stupid things. He will have a next life, the next life, and countless reincarnations. You know it better than anyone else, so why be persistent."

An Mo's raised eyes revealed sadness: "But in the next life, he will no longer be him."

Bo Fang froze, "What?"

An Mo: "In the next life, he will be another person, no longer Shen Qing, no longer a general, he will no longer feel that death in battle is the glory of his life, nor will he feel that riding horses and drinking heavily in this desert , Appreciating the sunset together is the yearning of the heart... so what if there is a next life, it is not him anymore! It is not Shen Qing."

"An Mo..."

Bo Fang didn't know what to say, An Mo had changed, he was no longer the desolate and quiet young man who didn't care about anything, but to be able to say these words, it seemed that he had really experienced a lot.

"You're right, but it's useless. Everyone's life has an end, and so does he. We can't change it."

"An Mo, get out of the way. Not only will you be severely punished for preventing you from returning to the underworld, but you will also be demoted. It's not worth paying such a high price for decades of mortal life."

An Mo didn't move, but his gaze was firm: "I think it's worth it!"

"You, alas—"

The two spent a long time arguing, but An Mo didn't back down at all, stubborn like a child.

Chang Hai withdrew his sickle, turned around and shook his head at Bo Fang: "Let's go, he has made a decision, we can't change it."

Bo Fang sighed, and walked out with Chang Hai.

With the departure of the two gods of death, the atmosphere of death in the whole room immediately dissipated, and the morning light scrambled in, illuminating the sleepy people on the bed particularly vividly and brightly.

An Mo stood in front of the bed for a long time, watching those Gu worms crawl out of Shen Qing's body in pain, and quickly burrowed into the soil.

A smile climbed up the corner of his lips, the haze in his heart finally dissipated, he will be fine, everything will be fine...