Cough, cough, cough!

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It's like the whole lung is rotting, no—

It's the whole person that is already rotting quickly from the inside out!

Eighteen days!

In just eighteen days, Yan Changsheng was extremely fast aging and decaying with the naked eye.

But at the age of twenty-two, he is already as old as an old man of eighty or ninety, his former strong muscles have completely atrophied, his bones have become rickety, and his hair has turned from black as ink to gray and dry...... The smell of decay smells of dying trees all over the body.

The Progeria inherited by the Yan family boy still broke out!

Thirteen generations of Yan's descendants have been plagued by this terminal illness. For more than 200 years, no Yan family man has lived to be 30 years old.

At the time of the onset of the disease, the essence and blood of the whole body will be consumed within eighteen days, and it will grow old overnight, and eventually become a dry corpse, and die in pain.

Legend has it that the ancestor of the Yan family suffered a curse, once the Yan family man grew to the prime of life, he would be sucked dry by a terrifying demon to drain the essence and blood of the whole body, and even the soul could not be freed, and the whole body was exhausted and died.

The descendants of the Yan family are like sacrifices to be sacrificed, as long as this curse exists, they will never be able to escape the fate of death until the Yan family loses their children and grandchildren.

Yan Changsheng scoffed at this legend.

He does not believe in evil and does not accept fate.

In order to cure the disease, when he was thirteen years old, he became a ruthless killer and desperately made money.

Unfortunately, even with a lot of money, he still can't do anything about his illness when he visits medical experts around the world.

The swallow died and returned to the nest.

Desperate, Yan Changsheng faced the arrival of the last moment, and returned to his hometown in Yanjing early, the old mansion on the edge of Yanshan, waiting for the arrival of death.

Illness flare-ups.

Eighteen days of agony made him struggle in the pain of boiling blood every day. In the face of the torture of mortality, ordinary people may have already cut themselves off, but Yan Changsheng would rather die in pain than give up on himself.

Facing death is courage, and self-killing is escaping.

On the eighteenth day, tonight was his last moment.

There was a dead silence all around, not the usual silence of the bedroom, more like the dark silence of the catacombs.

The so-called death is nothing more than that......

After surviving eighteen days of hellish torture, the corners of Yan Changsheng's mouth showed a contemptuous smile towards death.

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Yan Changsheng felt as if he was burning, and the blood in his whole body was roasted by the flames.

For eighteen days, his head seemed to be baking in the microwave every day, and his mind was full of visions, and a voice kept calling his name in his ears.

"Immortality, Immortality......"

Ancient, cold and terrifying. It's like a sound from a grave.

On the last day, the sound was clearer......

Yan Changsheng was lying on the bed, his limbs stiff, as if he had been pressed by a ghost, unable to move.

Is this what it's like to die?

The indifference of the source suicide hand, even in the face of death, Yan Changsheng still maintained the eternal calmness.

Suddenly, he felt a light suddenly appear in front of his eyes, which had been dim.

It was bone-like fluorescence, white and cold.

The fluorescence grows larger and larger, and a black figure appears in the center.

The figure was ethereal, like a black flame that kept shaking, and a voice inside kept calling his name, just like he heard it every night......

Immortality, immortality......

The moment the black flame-like shadow appeared, there was an urge to make people bow down, and more importantly, it was fear from the depths of the soul.

Yan Changsheng couldn't move at all, and could only watch the black flame-like figure keep approaching.

What is it!?

Yan Changsheng struggled to resist the invasion of fear on his will, and tried to keep his consciousness clear. The touch from the black flame made his body cold, and the burning of the essence and blood in his body was like a lighthouse in the dark night, summoning the arrival of the black flame.

The heat of the body and the coldness of the soul made Yan Changsheng suffer painfully.

Seeing Yan Changsheng's painful struggle, the black flame figure let out an illusory and triumphant voice like a ghost: "Come on, descendants of the Yan family, give your life and soul for me, this is a fate that you can't escape!" ”

Airplanes!

Just as the black flame almost devoured Yan Changsheng's soul, a crack suddenly flashed in the pitch-black world, like a lightning bolt in the dark night, appearing on Yan Changsheng's side-

Boom!

With a ghost roar, the black flame was hit by the energy emitted from the crack, and the restraints on Yan Changsheng's body suddenly disappeared......

"Go, you,!"

The dirty words that had been holding back in his chest squirted out in an instant, and Yan Changsheng's tense body directly turned over and rolled into that crack!

There was an unwilling roar in his ears, and there was a soft "buzz" in Yan Changsheng's mind, and the whole person's consciousness was a little trance......

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A gust of yin wind blew through his neck, and Yan Changsheng shivered violently in a coma, goosebumps rose, his back instantly chilled, and his tense body turned over to the right side suddenly, and at the same time, his right hand habitually grabbed the dagger, but-

Unexpectedly, it's empty!

Swish!

Cold sweat immediately soaked all over the body.

And the moment he opened his eyes, the surrounding environment made him even more stunned.

Under the dim moonlight, the eerie forest of nightmares was eerie.

Thick branches twisted into the sky, thorns weaving into a brown web on the bare rocks beneath the trees, and between the hands was not the hotel floor, but dense weeds......

The crickets, the owls, and the unknown squirrel...... All the sounds are creepy to hear.

Aren't you in bed at home?

What is this place?

Is the experience just now a nightmare, an illusion, or a reality?

An indescribable sense of emptiness haunts my heart.

Yan Changsheng slowly got up and looked around blankly.

At this time, he looked like an old man of seventy or eighty years old, his gray hair was messy like withered grass, his rickety body fell with the wind, the wrinkles on his face were crisscrossed, his face was sickly sallow, and although the skeleton was tall, the whole person was like a dried corpse that had just been drilled out of the cemetery, unusually thin and thin......

The only thing that amazes people is his eyes-

It was a pair of eyes as calm as ice, clear and deep, like a black hole in the universe, sucking everything that passed into it, making it impossible to escape and forget.

After a moment of consternation, Yan Changsheng's sallow face suddenly turned red like blood, and then a violent cough sounded irrepressibly, and there was a strange sound like pulling a bellows between his chest and lungs.

cough cough cough ...... Burst!

Yan Changsheng spurted out a mouthful of blood, wetting his clothes and beard, his body trembled, and he was about to faint, but he didn't know where to come from, holding his legs with both hands, and kept his body unfolded at the last moment.

But it was at this time that he unexpectedly discovered that a strange wrist-shaped computer appeared on his left arm......

Hey?

This is......