After seeing the last glimpse of this world, Shen Qingxuan's mind relaxed, and his eyes suddenly turned black, as if someone had completely covered them with black cloth, and there was no more light. Immediately, the mouth was warm and bloody and pungent.

Knowing that it was his own blood, Shen Qingxuan thought the smell was unpleasant, and only said that his body was so filthy. But he didn't see that what he spit out was not ordinary blood, but a black mass wrapped in some red. The smell is emanating from those bone-eating poisons, mixed with a strong bloody smell, which makes people want to vomit.

The unpleasant pungent odor permeated the small wing, and Master Shen, who was standing beside him, felt his chest churn and vomit.

The butler quickly opened the doors and windows, and while urging the servants to clean the room for the young master to wipe, he exited the door, quietly summoned the old servants of the villa, and made heavy arrangements for the funeral.

Although Shen Qingxuan, who had fainted, was still breathing weakly, even an experienced old man understood that his young master could not overcome this hurdle.

While he still has his last breath and his body is still warm, get him some clean clothes to put on, clean up, and send him off on the road refreshingly.

After a day and night of hustle and bustle, the quiet villa in the cold wind fell into another kind of silence with this misty early morning.

White streamers linen, paper money coffin. All the funeral utensils were transported to the courtyard from the back door of the villa with cautious noises on this bright morning.

Shen Qingxuan sometimes fell into the boundless darkness, and sometimes clearly woke up.

Although he couldn't move, he listened carefully to the whispers and footsteps outside.

He also didn't know what would greet him, thinking in his brief sobriety, or whether there was a legendary ox-headed horse-faced carrying a soul rope to lead him on the road. It's just that his sobriety is also very short, and he can't turn a few thoughts in his mind, and he falls into darkness again.

He was so confused, and he didn't know how long it took, perhaps a very long time, or a very short moment. Shen Qingxuan vaguely noticed that the world outside the bed curtain suddenly became silent.

As if the lake of eternal night, there is no more human voice.

Even the sound of the wind disappeared.

I was in shock, but didn't have the strength to open eyes to see.

Shen Qingxuan lay there, with some anxious efforts to concentrate his mind and listen to the movement.

Still silent and silent.

Although Shen Qingxuan couldn't open his eyes to see, his heart was clear. At this time, his father would never leave him lying here alone. There would definitely be a few servants in the house to take care of him, but he couldn't hear anything, and he couldn't feel a trace of popularity.

It was like a huge world, and he was the only one left lying here, lingering on.

While he was in shock, another mouthful of blood spilled out of the corners of his lips and slid down his cheeks into the back of his ears, first with warm strands, and then exposed to the cold air and gradually cooled, like a tiny snake, snaking around his neck. climb. No one wiped it for him, and there was no exclamation from the maid, as if the whole world had lost its voice.

The feeling of having nowhere to go made people uneasy, and Shen Qingxuan was no exception. He held his originally subtle breath, and seemed to be waiting for something.

As if in a dream, Shen Qingxuan heard light footsteps. If there is something that is not there, it seems like a fantasy and a real thing, and it is difficult for people to distinguish whether it is in a dream or in reality. He couldn't even help guessing whether it was the long-awaited Niu Tau Ma Mian who finally showed up, took out the soul rope, and led him up Huangquan Road.

But he didn't know that he was still able to delay this in one breath, only because the man in the corner cast a spell.

Just like this, Shen Qingxuan clearly felt that something cold fell on his forehead. It seemed soft and hard, wide and cold, covering the entire forehead.

Shen Qingxuan only felt that the shape of the thing was extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

When he was racking his brains to think about it, he heard a voice in his ear, saying: "Fate is extremely prosperous, and life is rich and noble."

Shen Qingxuan thought randomly in chaos, this person has a deep and good voice. But he reacted suddenly, and the cold object resting on his forehead was his palm.

How can it be so cold? Make him almost unrecognizable. He hadn't figured out this question clearly, but Shen Qingxuan thought again, who is the fate referring to?

"Tell you." The voice seemed to know what he was thinking, and responded very quickly.

Shen Qingxuan's thoughts froze for a while, and then he thought randomly, this person is talking nonsense.

"Fate is too rich and noble, it's just to recruit villains." The man's tone was understatement.

Hearing this, Shen Qingxuan seemed to be moved, and he stopped arguing with him and calmed down.

That person also paused, his eyes scrutinized Shen Qingxuan's face again, and then he continued: "Shen Qingxuan, I will spare your life today, okay?"

Although Shen Qingxuan's life was hanging by a thread, there was always a clear place in his mind. He noticed that this person appeared bizarre, and it didn't seem like he was in a dream. He had already guessed dozens of possibilities in his heart. But he never expected that he would say such a statement. Again stunned. Subconsciously, he thought in his heart that his situation was already incapable of returning to the sky, unless an immortal appeared to save his life.

Could it be that he is a fairy?

This guess is not surprising, it just makes people feel ridiculous.

"I'm a demon." The man groaned, and Shen Qingxuan's pleasant voice sounded again. This time, Shen Qingxuan could only hear clearly, that man was not speaking beside his ear, but he really made the voice sound directly in his mind.

Demon? What demon?

Although Shen Qingxuan, who had put his life and death on the line, was unavoidable, he was not too shocked, and instinctively asked a question.

"The snake that bit you today is me." The man's tone was extremely flat, as if it was natural to say such a thing. As a snake, he cultivated into a demon and bit someone—he admitted that he didn't care, his indifference was very indifference. .

He was so refreshing, so stumped Shen Qingxuan that he didn't know how to respond for a while. If he could move a little at this moment, he must have already tightened his brows.

In an instant, Shen Qingxuan remembered what he said before, and realized that this snake could really save his life.

I just couldn't help but think, it turned out to be a snake demon, no wonder the hands were so cold.