After seeing the last look in this world, Shen Qingxuan's mind relaxed, and his eyes turned black immediately, as if they were completely covered with a black cloth, and there was no more light. At the same time, the heat that had been suppressed in his chest also rushed out. Suddenly, the mouth was warm and bloody and pungent.
Knowing that it was his own blood, Shen Qingxuan thought the smell was unpleasant, and only thought that his body was so filthy. But he didn't see that the blood he spit out was not ordinary blood, but a mass of black with some red in it. The smell is emitted by those bone-eroding poisons, mixed with a strong smell of blood, which makes people want to vomit.
An unpleasant pungent smell permeated the small wing room, and Master Shen, who was guarding beside him, felt his chest churning and wanting to 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 backed out of the door, quietly calling in the old servants of the villa, and arranging heavy arrangements for the funeral.
Although Shen Qingxuan, who had passed out, was still breathing weakly, any old man with a little experience would understand that his young master would not be able to overcome this hurdle.
While he was still breathing his last breath and his body was still warm, he fetched clean clothes for him to change into, cleaned up, and sent him on his way in a refreshed manner.
After a day and night of hustle and bustle, the quiet mountain villa in the cold wind fell into another kind of tranquility with this misty morning.
White flag linen, paper money coffin. All the funeral utensils were transported from the back door of the villa to the courtyard with a small, discreet sound in this bright morning.
Shen Qingxuan sometimes fell into boundless darkness, and sometimes he clearly woke up.
Although he couldn't move, he listened carefully to the whispers and footsteps outside.
He didn't know what was going to greet him, thinking in his brief sobriety, or there might be a legendary bull-headed horse face carrying a soul-leading rope to lead him on the road. It's just that his sobriety is also very short, and he can't think of a few thoughts, and he falls into the darkness again.
Just like this, I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a very long time, or a very short moment, Shen Qingxuan vaguely noticed that the world outside the bed curtain suddenly fell silent.
It was as if there was no human voice in the Lake of Eternal Night.
Even the sound of the wind disappeared without a trace.
My heart was full of surprises, but I didn't have the energy to open my eyes to see.
Shen Qingxuan lay there, anxiously trying to gather his mind and listen to the movement.
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 lying here alone, and 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 any warmth.
It was as if there was a huge world, and he was the only one left lying here, lingering on his last breath.
While he was in doubt, another mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, and slid down his cheek into the back of his ear. It was warm at first, and then gradually cooled when exposed to the cold air, like a tiny snake, winding 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 not knowing what to do made people feel uneasy, and Shen Qingxuan was no exception. He held his already delicate breath, as if he was faintly waiting for something.
As if in a dream, Shen Qingxuan heard slight footsteps. If there is nothing, it seems to be illusion and reality, making it difficult for people to distinguish whether it is a dream or reality. He even couldn't help guessing whether it was the long-awaited bull-headed horse-face who finally appeared, took out the soul-leading rope, and led him on the road to Huangquan.
But he didn't know that he was able to procrastinate so far, only because the man in the corner cast a spell.
Just like this, Shen Qingxuan clearly felt something cold on his forehead, that thing seemed soft and hard, wide and big, icy and cool, covering his entire forehead.
Shen Qingxuan only felt that the shape of that thing was extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
When he was racking his brains to think, he heard a voice in his ear, saying: "Fate is extremely prosperous, and you will be rich and honored throughout your life."
Shen Qingxuan thought wildly, this person has a deep and good voice. But he suddenly realized that the cold object resting on his forehead was his palm.
How can it be so cold? He was almost unrecognizable. Before he could think clearly about this question, Shen Qingxuan thought again, who is meant by destiny
"Speaking of you." The voice seemed to understand what was going on in his mind, and responded extremely quickly.
Shen Qingxuan's thoughts froze for a moment, and he thought about it again, this person is talking nonsense, if he is lucky, how could he fall to this point.
"Fate is too rich, it's all about recruiting villains." The man's tone was light.
When Shen Qingxuan heard this, he seemed to be touched, so he stopped arguing with him and calmed down.
The man also paused, and looked at Shen Qingxuan's face again, before continuing: "Shen Qingxuan, today I spare your life, okay?"
Although Shen Qingxuan's life was hanging by a thread, there was always a place of clarity in his mind. He noticed that this person's appearance was strange, and it didn't seem like he was in a dream. He had already guessed dozens of possibilities in his heart anxiously. But he never expected him to say such words. I was taken aback again. Subconsciously thinking in his heart, his situation has long been powerless, and only the gods can 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 said in a deep voice, and the voice that Shen Qingxuan thought was pleasant sounded again. It was only this time that Shen Qingxuan could hear clearly that the person was not talking next to his ear, but was speaking in a real way, letting the voice directly rang in his mind.
Demon? What demon
Shen Qingxuan, who had put life and death aside, was unavoidably startled, but not too terrified, so he asked instinctively.
"The snake that bit you today is me." The man's tone was extremely flat, as if it was only natural to say such words. As a snake, he cultivated into a demon, and biting a person—he admitted that he didn't care, he was very indifferent.
He was so forthright that Shen Qingxuan was stumped and 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 understood that this snake could really save his life.
But he couldn't help but think, it turned out to be a snake demon, no wonder his hands were so cold.