After seeing the last glance in this world, Shen Qingxuan relaxed and his eyes suddenly turned black, as if he was completely covered with a black cloth, without a trace of light. At the same time, the heat flow that had been suppressing in his chest also rushed out, his mouth was warm and bloody and pungent.

Knowing that it was his own blood, Shen Qingxuan thought the smell was fishy and odorless, and only said that his body was so dirty. However, he did not see that what he vomited was not ordinary blood, but a ball of black covered with red. The smell was emitted by the bone-eroding poison, mixed with a strong smell of blood, which even urged people to vomit.

An unpleasant and pungent smell filled the small room, and Mr. Shen, who was standing beside him, felt his chest churning and vomiting.

The housekeeper quickly opened the doors and windows, urging the servants to clean the room and wipe it for the young master, but he left the door and quietly called the old servants of the villa to arrange their funerals heavily.

Although Shen Qingxuan was breathing a little weakly, the old man with a little experience understood that his young master could not overcome this hurdle.

While Shang Liu's last breath was still warm, he took clean clothes and changed them to him, clean them and gave them to the road with a refreshing and refreshing look.

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

White banners, linen cloth, paper money coffin, and all funeral utensils were transported to the yard from the back door of the villa on this dark morning with a cautious low voice.

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

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

He didn't know what was going to greet him. He thought about it in his brief awakening, or the legendary bull head and horse face carrying the soul-guiding rope to lead him on the way. However, his awakening was also very short, and he could not turn a few thoughts into his mind, and he fell into darkness again.

Just like this, I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was extremely long or very short, Shen Qingxuan vaguely noticed that the world outside the bed curtain suddenly became quiet.

It was like the eternal night pool, without a trace of human voice.

Even the rumor disappeared without a trace.

I was shocked and suspicious, but I didn't have the strength to open my eyes to see.

Shen Qingxuan lay there, gathering his mind with some anxiety and listening to the movements.

Still silent, and breathless.

Although Shen Qingxuan couldn't open his eyes to see, his heart was clear. At this time, his father would never leave him alone lying here. He would definitely arrange several servants to take care of him in the room, but he could not hear anything and could not feel any popularity.

It was as if in such a big world, he was left alone here, lying alone, surviving.

While he was in a state of confusion, another mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips and slid down his cheeks into his ears. First, there were warm strands, and then exposed to the cold air, gradually becoming cold, like a tiny snake, winding around his neck. No one wiped it for him, and no maid's scream, as if the whole world had lost its voice.

The feeling of being unable to fall makes people feel uneasy, and Shen Qingxuan was no exception. He held his already subtle breath and seemed to be waiting for something.

As if he was in a dream, Shen Qingxuan heard the slight sound of footsteps. It was vague, like a illusion and reality, making it difficult for people to tell whether it was in a dream or a reality. He couldn't help but guess whether it was the long-awaited and horse face that had been waiting for, finally appeared, took out the soul-guiding rope, and led him to the underworld road.

But he didn't know that he could still delay this in one breath because the man in the corner used a magic trick.

In such a hazy state, Shen Qingxuan clearly felt something cold on his forehead falling on it. The thing seemed soft and hard, wide and big, and it covered the entire forehead.

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

While racking my brains to think, I heard a voice coming from my ears, saying, "I am extremely prosperous and I will be rich forever."

Shen Qingxuan was thinking randomly in chaos. The man had a heavy and good voice. However, he suddenly realized that the cold object on his forehead was his palm.

How could Liang be like this? He almost couldn't recognize this question. Before he could figure it out clearly, Shen Qingxuan thought again, who is the fate?

"Tell me." The voice seemed to understand what he thought in his mind and responded very quickly.

Shen Qingxuan's thoughts were frozen for a moment, and he was thinking randomly that this person was talking nonsense. If his fate was strong, how could he have fallen to this point?

"The fate is too rich and you can just recruit villains." The man's tone was light.

When Shen Qingxuan heard this, he seemed to touch his mind. He stopped refuting with him and calmed down.

The man also stopped, looked at Shen Qingxuan's face again, and then continued: "Shen Qingxuan, I will save you a life today, okay?"

Although Shen Qingxuan's life was hanging in a thread, there was always a clear place in his mind. He noticed the bizarreness of this man, and it was not like he was in a dream. He had already guessed dozens of possibilities in his heart. However, he had never expected that he would say such a thing. He was stunned again. He subconsciously thought in his heart that his situation was powerless to turn the world back, and he could save his life unless the gods appeared.

Could it be that he is a god?

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

"I am a demon." The man was so heavy that Shen Qingxuan heard it again. This time Shen Qingxuan heard it clearly that the man was not talking in his ear, but indeed, letting the voice sound directly in his mind.

Demon? What kind of demon?.

Although Shen Qingxuan, who had already put life and death aside, was inevitably frightened, he was not too shocked and instinctively asked.

"I will be the snake that bites you today." The man's tone was extremely plain, as if he said such words naturally. As a snake, he practiced to become a demon and bite a bite. He admitted that he was disrespectful and indifferent.

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

In an instant, Shen Qingxuan remembered the previous words and understood that this snake could really save his life.
Chapter completed!