Wei Liulang asked: "Could it be that he has lost his memory? To be honest, I have forgotten a lot of things too!"

Wei Ting asked: "What did you forget?"

"If I remember it, is it still called forgetting?"

"Then how do you know you forgot?"

"I... you little brat! Shouldn't you pay attention now? Do you want to die?!"

Wei Liulang raised his left arm to block the opponent's sword. If it was his own arm, it would have been broken seventeen or eighteen times.

The other party looked at Wei Liulang's arm strangely, seeming a little curious and a little interested.

Wei Liulang's scalp tingled: "It's over, he wants to grab my arm!"

Wei Ting acted decisively and took out the iron bell from Wei Liulang's arms.

The moment he saw the iron bell, the other person paused.

Wei Ting took the opportunity to knock him unconscious with a stick! "Xiao Qi!" Wei Liulang was dissatisfied.

“He won’t die.” Wei Ting threw away the stick in his hand and looked at the man lying on the ground with a complicated expression. “Sixth brother, we said that no matter who comes back, no matter what brother becomes, he is still our brother.”

"I know." Wei Liulang said.

Xiu Nu is a death warrior, and he knows Gui Bu, who is most likely also a death warrior.

He had already made sufficient mental preparations for this.

As for which brother it is, for them, neither one is easier to give up.

"Let's check the goods... cough." Wei Ting cleared his throat and squatted down, "I mean, let's check brother and verify his authenticity."

A drunk was staggering on the street, clutching a wine jug.

When passing by an alley, he glanced casually and saw two grown men squatting on the ground and stripping off another man's clothes.

He was so frightened !

The world is going downhill! Wei Ting turned around and glanced at him coldly. He shrank his neck and ran away in shame! "Huh? Where is his iron bell?" Wei Liulang felt around his waist for a long time but couldn't find it.

"Here." Wei Ting took it out from his arms.

After a careful inspection, the two were somewhat disappointed.

It does look very similar to their iron bells, but... there is no inscription inside.

It’s not my brother’s iron bell.

The two didn't want to give up.

"Look at the face again." Wei Liulang said.

Wei Ting touched his face and behind his ears: "Except for the fake tattoos, there is no trace of disguise. This is his own face."

The two were silent.

After a while, Wei Liulang said, "We knew it wouldn't be so smooth. We just got a clue about brother, and he appeared in front of us... We were greedy."

Wei Ting didn't say anything.

It’s not that they are greedy, it’s that they want their brothers to be alive so much. It doesn’t matter if they become dead soldiers, even if they don’t remember them, as long as they are alive... as long as they are alive!

Wei Ting clenched his hands into fists.

Wei Liulang couldn't help but become pessimistic: "Maybe, Gui Bu is not my brother. He just has an iron bell that is the same as mine. This kind of iron bell..."

Wei Ting said firmly, "No, this iron bell is specially made. It is not available in the market of the capital, let alone in the faraway Western Jin Dynasty. And the way Xiu Nu looked at me, it was clear that he was looking at someone else through me. Even if I fail this time, there will be next time. If I fail next time, there will be the next time. Even if I fail a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times, I will never give up."

I will find my brother even if it takes my entire life.

Wei Liulang looked at Wei Ting and suddenly realized that he was no longer the younger brother who he always needed to protect when they were children. He had grown up and had the responsibility of a man of the Wei family and the same courage as his brother.

The only thing that hasn't changed is probably the stubbornness in his bones.

"What should we do now?" Wei Liulang asked.

"Let's leave first." Wei Ting said.

"I'm afraid... I can't leave." Wei Liulang glanced behind Wei Ting.

Wei Ting turned around.

Moye held the ring-handled sword in her arms and looked at the two of them with a cold face.

…

In the brightly lit attic, the princess of the Western Jin Dynasty and Wei Ting sat across the table from each other.

"...This is what happened." After Wei Ting explained what happened, he placed two iron bells on the table, one of which was taken from the man, and the other belonged to Wei Liulang.

The only thing he didn't mention was Wei Liulang's identity, he only said that he was the family guard.

The princess of the Western Jin Dynasty asked, "So there are still people alive in your Wei family?"

"yes."

"You suspect he is a ghost, one of your brothers?"

"That's right."

The princess of the Western Jin Dynasty said calmly, "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. He is not Gui Bu. How much do you know about Gui Bu?"

Wei Ting said truthfully: "I don't really understand."

The princess of the Western Jin Dynasty said: "Gui Bu is the most powerful warrior of the Western Jin Dynasty, and the person that all the warriors respect the most."

Wei Ting heard a clue: "Your Highness has seen him?"

An uninhibited smile appeared in the eyes of the princess of the Western Jin Dynasty: "I met him once, and I was a little interested in him. Unfortunately, he was not interested in being my concubine."

Wei Ting laughed dryly.

The princess of the Western Jin Dynasty got back to the point: "This kind of iron bell did originally come from Guibu, and the rest of the dead soldiers are just imitating Guibu."

Gui Bu wore iron bells, and they also wore iron bells.

The ghosts would not let anyone touch the iron bell, so they also regarded the iron bell as a taboo.

Gui Bu is their God, and whatever God does is right.

Wei Ting: “…”

Do the death warriors like to follow the trend so much? I can't do it to him.

The princess of the Western Jin Dynasty looked at Wei Ting deeply and said, "If the one you met today was a ghost, you would not be able to live to see me."

After a pause, she asked, "Are you sure Gui Bu is your brother?"

Wei Ting said: "It is very likely."

The princess of the Western Jin Dynasty raised her eyebrows: "I think you'd better pray that he is not."

Wei Ting was puzzled: "Why?"

The princess of the Western Jin Dynasty looked at Wei Ting and said, "A dead soldier has no past. Everyone who becomes a dead soldier will forget the past. He will not remember you."

Wei Ting didn't care: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember."

The princess of the Western Jin Dynasty said calmly: "What if he came to kill you? It doesn't matter, right? You want a brother who wants to kill you?"

"Yes." Wei Ting answered without hesitation.

The princess of the Western Jin Dynasty suddenly smiled softly: "What an interesting person. It's a pity that I don't want to take away what others like."

Wei Ting said seriously: "Can I consider this as an alliance with His Highness today?"

The princess of the Western Jin Dynasty smiled and said, "It's hard to say. Your Great Zhou is indeed more interesting than Northern Yan, but, in the end, only one of you and Helian Ye can survive, right?"

She stood up.

Moye opened the door for her.

She came to the door, turned to Wei Ting and said, "I only ally with the victor."

In the quiet pavilion, the princess of the Western Jin Dynasty was leisurely drinking scented tea.

Mo Xie came up and said, "Wei Ting has left the inn. I watched him walk away."

"You can come out now." The princess of the Western Jin Dynasty said without raising her head.

A man in a black cloak walked out quietly from behind the rockery. He had a real tattoo on his face.

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