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The fierce winds in the desert continued to howl, and the midday sun blazed with an almost maddening intensity, as if it sought to evaporate every drop of moisture from within the body.
A bead of sweat clung to Mo Bei's eyelashes, refracting the light into a dreamlike, surreal spectrum of colors.
Meanwhile, Mo Nan could hardly contain his eagerness to take revenge on his "enemy." He swiftly drew the military dagger he always carried, its sharp blade glinting with a blinding cold light that nearly blinded Lin Luo.
In the blink of an eye, the dagger was menacingly approaching her.
Lin Luo received no answer from Mo Bei, and despair and sorrow flooded her like a tidal wave. She slowly shook her head and helplessly closed her eyes in this boundless darkness. She knew all too well that only in such a desolate environment could Mo Nan escape the law's retribution; he could easily shift all blame onto this innocent desert.
The entire scheme was so meticulously crafted that Chen Tuo, Li Xiang, Cheng Ge, and Elida had all perished here, never to return.
Now, as this bloody slaughter drew closer to its end, it seemed she needed to use her own death to bring a "perfect" conclusion to it all.
A heavy scent of blood began to spread recklessly through the extremely dry air; it was thick and oppressive, tinged with a strange sweetness, as if the blood had broken free from its corporeal confines and was joyfully surging forth.
The speed of life slipping away seemed to break free from the shackles of time, becoming incredibly swift; a single second felt like a century in that moment.
In a daze, Lin Luo felt as though she had already died until she slowly opened her eyes and was met with a shocking scene.
The vivid red struck her consciousness like a jolt, nearly shattering it. She stood there in stunned silence, confronted by this sudden turn of events.
She saw Mo Nan and Mo Bei tightly embracing each other, their foreheads touching, their left hands gripping each other's shoulders with desperate intensity.
The dagger plunged forcefully into the opponent's abdomen.
They exerted all their strength and violently pushed each other away. Mo Nan could hardly imagine that his closest brother would betray him at this critical moment.
Both men staggered backward, the excruciating pain from their slashed abdomens overwhelming them. Mo Nan's heart was filled with disbelief and resentment as he glared at Mo Bei, his expression twisted into a grimace from the dagger's deep embedment.
Shaking hands pressed against his bleeding abdomen, he hoarsely questioned, "Mo Bei! Why?!"
Mo Bei also collapsed heavily to the ground. With a contemptuous gaze, he coldly scrutinized Mo Nan before struggling to speak, "Mo Nan, you are mistaken. Your target is Lin Luo, but mine is you. This journey was a trap you set, but it was also one I laid."
Their conversation left Lin Luo, who stood dumbfounded nearby, utterly confused. With a heart full of trepidation, she cautiously approached Mo Bei.
At that moment, the young man was powerless to fight back. Lin Luo still had her dagger hanging at her waist; life and death hung by a thread.
She desperately wanted to know the answer. She could hardly believe that Mo Bei would choose to perish alongside Mo Nan at the last moment.
There had to be hidden truths behind this, far more than just self-interest.
She slowly bent down, tears still fresh on her face, her voice trembling as she asked, "Mo Bei, why did you do this?"
"Lin Luo, what you've guessed is merely Mo Nan's plan. However, this is a scheme within a scheme, a trap within a trap. I played along with Mo Nan until today for my own sake."
Mo Bei's brow furrowed in pain as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He turned slowly to look at Mo Nan and said softly, "Lin Luo, do you remember what Mo Nan said two days ago when we were at Lop Nur paying respects to our parents?"
Lin Luo struggled to recall, and the memories that had not yet faded gradually became clear in her mind. She spoke slowly, "Mo Nan said his parents stayed in Xinjiang for two years and gave birth to him here. Later, they perished in Lop Nur, leaving the infant unattended... Wait a minute!"
It was as if Lin Luo had been struck by a bolt of lightning; she suddenly discovered the huge flaw hidden in Mo Nan's words. She looked at Mo Bei in shock, "Are you saying..."
"That's right." Mo Bei nodded slightly, but the movement pulled at his wound, and a flicker of pain crossed his face. "When Mo Nan's parents died, he was at most two years old, yet I am four years younger than him. Now do you understand? Mo Nan and I have no blood relation at all!"
Mo Bei's voice came through in broken fragments, struggling to reach Lin Luo's ears. "Actually, when I was ten years old, Elida told me the truth. It was Elida's parents who took in Mo Nan, and when he was four, they passed away, leaving him an orphan. He lived off the charity of neighbors in a small town in the Gobi."
He lifted his head and stared directly at Mo Nan, speaking each word deliberately. "Brother, do you not feel guilty when I call you that?"
Mo Nan froze, his body seemingly locked in place, his expression a complex mix of emotions.
After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out some faint words. Lin Luo listened closely; he was saying, "Karma..."
"That's right, Mo Nan. If it weren't for you stealing a crying baby from a Han Ethnicity family's tent when you were six years old while herding sheep with Elida at the southern foothills of Tianshan due to a moment of wickedness, none of this would have happened today.
Elida told me this back then to make me understand the guilt she bore for indulging you. But even if I left you to search for my Dad and Mom after all these years, how could I possibly find them?! Mo Nan, do you know that all these years I've called you brother? That I lived with you and Elida together growing up in this desert and Gobi? How could I not hate you? Even if you let me go to school and helped me get into college so I could finally leave here, would that erase my hatred for you?!
I will not forgive Elida's indulgence and cowardice, which is why I pushed him towards death during that sandstorm. And now, you've indeed died by my hand." Mo Bei's voice trembled slightly with anger and pain.
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