Bian Que replied in such a bleak voice, without emotion, as if as he said, he didn't care about the world at all. Listening to Bian Que's stubborn words, Zhang Liang's eyes froze, and then he forced himself to calm down, he knew that he had to calmly negotiate with Bian Que now.

"You don't want to bite a dying person anymore, just the sword of King Han can't kill you." "I know you have your demands, and we can negotiate. If you're willing to tell me about the Ancient Demon Path and the Forbidden Arts. I can help you survive this. ”

"As long as you are willing to help us solve the danger of Ling Chi!" Zhang Liang stared into Bian Que's eyes and said emphatically again. Zhang Liang knew in his heart that although Liu Bang's sword piercing Bian Que hurt a lot, but with Bian Que, a ghost talent who has practiced the three demon paths, plus he is originally a healer, if he wants to save his life, there will be no way. Therefore, Zhang Liang negotiated with him, as long as he was willing to provide information to help crack Ling Chi and the forbidden technique, he would let him who was already seriously injured here.

On the plane, such a negotiation is very reasonable, and the probability of success is also very high, after all, with life as a bargaining chip, no one will be unmoved. After all, no one will want to die if they can live. So Bian Que slowly rolled his eyes, and finally stared into Zhang Liang's eyes with a cold gaze, looking as if he was going to negotiate seriously with Zhang Liang.

But after he was silent for a moment, he finally moved his faint and stiff voice, "You are wrong, Zhang Liang." I'm already dying. Zhang Liang looked at the extremely cold gaze in Bian Que's eyes, and was suddenly shocked. Because it really seems to be the gaze of a dying person, the gaze that only a person can show when he is about to die. But it can't be. But with Bian Que's medical skills, even if there is a serious injury, he can still have a way to continue his life in time. Just like when he fought before, he kept taking out a lot of medicine from the medicine box to deal with his physical condition. As long as Zhang Liang is not here to stop him, he will definitely be able to deal with his injuries.

But why did Bian Que show that kind of dead man's gaze? "What do you mean? Bian Que. It's just that such an injury won't kill you at all! Zhang Liang still asked in a deep voice, but his expression had changed. And Bian Que looked at Zhang Liang with a cold gaze, and didn't say anything, just smiled, and smiled faintly. But the scarf covered his mouth, and Zhang Liang couldn't see his smile, only him, and the coldness in his eyes was getting closer and closer to death.

How so? How so! Looking at Bian Que's gaze, Zhang Liang seemed to be about to freeze. He couldn't understand Bian Que's current situation, and he couldn't understand how Bian Que could look like he was about to die so easily. "Bian Que, you make it clear, what's going on? Couldn't you, a healer who studied the way of healing demons, save your own life? Zhang Liang's tone became a little anxious, sensing Bian Que's increasingly weak breath, which made him a little frightened.

Bian Que can't die, at least not now. If he died, Zhang Liang and the others would most likely not be able to crack Ling Chi, and they would not be able to resolve the crisis of the entire situation! And Bian Que listened to the anxious shouts, still just looking at Zhang Liang quietly, his eyes full of the coldness of dying. The more this happened, Zhang Liang stared at Bian Que's eyes, and began to become more and more anxious. He subconsciously moved his gaze, only to suddenly find that the wound on Bian Que's chest had been bleeding non-stop.

Why is it that so much time has passed, why didn't Bian Que use the magic blue energy to seal the blood veins of the wound? This is the common sense of first aid that most people know! Besides, he is still a person who has studied the way of medicine and demons! At this moment, under Bian Que's static body, the mottled pool of blood was still reflecting red in the black soil. The wound of the blade of the sword, the width of a palm, swung from the unheaving chest, and the blood was gurgling out from the wound that had penetrated the body.

The loss of blood was constantly draining Bian Que's life force, and with each passing minute, his skin became paler, with each passing minute, his breath became weaker, and with each passing minute, his body became heavier. Zhang Liang was really frightened, because if he continued like this, Bian Que would really die! But why didn't he use the Demon Blue to seal his bloodline, why didn't he use the Demon Healing Dao to save himself, could it be that he was too seriously injured to be able to use the Demon Blue and the Demon Healing Dao? Or is he simply not wanting to live?

Zhang Liang didn't know what the real reason for Bian Que's dying was endangered, but he couldn't let Bian Que die here like this, he had to let him live. "What to do? Bian Que must not be allowed to die......" The anxious Zhang Liang was desperately thinking about a way to save Bian Que in his heart, how to first aid him in his current critical condition, at least to delay his death.

"That's right! Medicine! Zhang Liang immediately thought that Bian Que was a doctor himself, and he also carried a medicine box with him. There must be some first-aid medicine in it, there must be. Zhang Liang leaned down from the void, holding the book with only his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to quickly rummage through Bian Que's medicine box. He remembered that Bian Que had drunk a blue potion in battle before, which had an instant healing effect, which should help Bian Que's current weak physical condition.

Soon, Zhang Liang took out three tubes of azure potion from the medicine box, which were the kind that Bian Que drank when he was injured in the battle before. I saw Zhang Liang throw the ancient book of words and spirits in his hand in the air, let him levitate by himself, and then immediately pulled open the scarf on Bian Que's face with his left hand, and at the same time, his right hand hit all the internal organs in his body by some kind of force in an instant, so his chest and abdomen could only collapse without support, until he reached his back.

At this moment, the wound on Bian Que's chest no longer bleed, but his body had become more terrifying than a dead man. The whole person lay on the ground with his chest and abdomen collapsed, like a doll that had been drained of cotton wool, lying on the ground shriveled and unable to stand up again. It will never come back to life. "How so? Why is this happening?! Zhang Liang subconsciously exclaimed, seeing the terrible scene in front of him, which made him feel his scalp tingle. However, his powerful soul consciousness sensed the terrible truth at this moment.

In Bian Que's body, there are no internal organs anymore! In that collapsed, cold shell, there were no lungs, no stomach, no spleen, no kidneys, and even no heart! Bian Que's body was already a completely empty shell, so there was no support, and all of it collapsed into it.

But why? Why did Bian Que's internal organs disappear completely! With Liu Bang's sword alone, it would never have been possible to cause such a terrifying trauma, and Zhang Liang "Anyone should at least be responsible for their own lives!" Zhang Liang stared into Bian Que's eyes and said very seriously. Bian Que quietly listened to Zhang Liang's words, and after drinking the three tubes of medicine, his condition was still better. But he slowly rolled his stagnant eyes, looked at Zhang Liang with a still cold gaze, and said in a very soft voice.

"It's not about giving up on survival...... It's that I'm dead. How can you survive if you're dead? "Already dead?" Zhang Liang's eyes were shocked, and he couldn't help frowning and asked, "What do you mean?" Bian Que. Don't say such strange things when you're so serious! You haven't lost your breath yet, there must be a way to save you! But in the face of Zhang Liang's rhetorical question, Bian Que just stared at the pupils of his eyes and looked coldly. It's like a person sitting in the audience, watching someone else's play coldly. It was as if this dying man in crisis was not him, but someone else.

As he himself said, he is dead. So after a short minute and second, Bian Que's breath began to become faint again, and the last bit of anger on his pale face slowly faded. The effect of the medicine was obviously starting to fade, just like Zhang Liang thought, this medicine only played an immediate role in the battle, and could not really heal the injury. On the chest stained red, the sword wound was still visible, and the blood was still flowing slowly. And Bian Que was like a dead man, lying quietly on the ground, looking at Zhang Liang with extremely cold eyes, and even more at this black world.

Zhang Liang saw that Bian Que's eyes began to tremble, and his powerful soul perception could keenly perceive Bian Que's life condition, Bian Que's life breath began to become weaker and weaker, and death was gradually approaching. "Bian Que, don't do this. You're not dead yet, hold on, hold on to this breath! Save yourself with your Demon Healing Dao! You can, you can save yourself! Zhang Liang said to Bian Que, and he became more and more nervous and anxious.

He seemed to really care about Bian Que's safety, but even he didn't know if the sudden concern at this moment was because he was afraid of losing the way to crack Ling Chi, or because he simply felt sorry for this person. But in Zhang Liang's memory, he clearly remembered that this was the first time in his life that he had seen the death of someone else so closely. He didn't want to, he really didn't want to, this person died in front of him so coldly. Under the boundless dark clouds, a long and silent wind blew slowly.

The world is so dark. Bian Que stared at the heaven and earth, his cold gaze as if still. Everything in the black field, all the scenery is silent, everything is black. But in Bian Que's eyes, there is no difference from the outside world. For him, it was as if the whole world was black and white. That's why he really likes this strange place in the Black Land. Because here, the blackness of the world, is so definite, so real, that the eye can see it.

The black color that symbolizes death. So he thought, and he willed. That's the end of it. He also looked at Zhang Liang, the silver-haired man, who was crouching in the void in front of him, shouting to him anxiously. "Bian Que, you have to hold on. You have to hold on, there will be a way! Use your Demon Healing Dao to save yourself! Cheer up! ”

Looking at Zhang Liang's strange nervousness, Bian Que suddenly felt a little funny. He knew, just as Zhang Liang knew in his heart, Zhang Liang couldn't let him die here, otherwise they would probably never be able to resolve Ling Chi's crisis. But beyond that, he still seems to feel that this person really cares about his life and death. Oh, Zhang Liang is still so naïve. Go back and worry about the lives of the enemy.

He thought to himself, he had never seen such a person before...... Wisdom goes hand in hand with innocence. The wisdom that can calculate all the mechanisms, and the innocence that believes in beauty. But sooner or later he will abandon his innocence, for the world is more cruel than what he has seen in his wisdom. Just like your former self, you abandon kindness and kindness. Bian Que slowly moved his stagnant pupils, staring at Zhang Liang in front of him, the corners of his stiff mouth twitching slightly. He was laughing, sneering hard at Zhang Liang with a faint breath.

And Zhang Liang saw Bian Que's slightly changing expression, and subconsciously felt that Bian Que had something important to say, so he leaned down even more, approached Bian Que lying on the ground, and asked nervously. "What do you have to say? Take your time. Did you think of a way to save your life? What do I need to do? You said. And Bian Que looked at Zhang Liang silently, the corners of his mouth were always sneering, and then he slowly moved his stiff body, wanting to raise his right hand hard.

After Zhang Liang saw Bian Que's intention, he immediately stretched out his hand and held the right hand that Bian Que had raised. Then Zhang Liang felt that Bian Que's hand was holding himself tightly. At the same time, he exhaled a faint breath, and he was straining hard at himself...... It's over...... It's over! Bian Que's voice was like a cold drop of water, dripping down on people's hearts with a chill.

Zhang Liang listened to Bian Que's words like last words, and suddenly felt a shock in his mind. Emotionally nervous, he was thinking about what words to use to arouse Bian Que's weak sense of survival, so that he could come back from death. But at this moment, Zhang Liang, who had not yet spoken, saw a shocking scene, and his whole gaze froze for an instant. At the moment when Bian Que's faint voice fell, his body, the chest and abdomen on his torso, and the entire middle body suddenly collapsed downward, terrifyingly and strangely concave. It was as if he had been drained of all the internal organs in his body by some force at that moment, so his chest and abdomen could only collapse unsupported, all the way to his back. At this moment, the wound on Bian Que's chest no longer bleed, but his body had become more terrifying than a dead man. The whole person lay on the ground with his chest and abdomen collapsed, like a doll that had been drained of cotton wool, lying on the ground shriveled and unable to stand up again.

It will never come back to life. "How so? Why is this happening?! Zhang Liang subconsciously exclaimed, seeing the terrible scene in front of him, which made him feel his scalp tingle. However, his powerful soul consciousness sensed the terrible truth at this moment. In Bian Que's body, there are no internal organs anymore! In that collapsed, cold shell, there were no lungs, no stomach, no spleen, no kidneys, and even no heart!

Bian Que's body was already a completely empty shell, so there was no support, and all of it collapsed into it. But why? Why did Bian Que's internal organs disappear completely! With Liu Bang's sword alone, it would never have been possible to cause such a terrifying wound, and Zhang Liang had never heard of any power that could destroy all people in an instant-six years ago, Dong.

When the temperature drops below zero, ice crystals begin to form on the red eaves of the palace tower, which are raindrops that once hung on the eaves. Some people say that in every drop of frozen water, there is the world and you. Under the pure sky, there are light and delicate white snowflakes, boundless, endless, and a cold wind blows, which is a song and dance of ice and snow.

In the winter of that year, the snow was unusually heavy. Xianyang Palace, which rarely snows, is also covered with snow, frozen into a world covered in silver. Bian Que, who had just turned seventeen, was wrapped in a long white cotton jacket and stepped on an inch of snow. At that time, he was very young, and his soft hair was still completely jet-black.

After walking through the snow, Bian Que stepped on the palace road, and after a while, he went to the largest palace in the Wei Palace. It was Xu Fu's dormitory in the imperial city, the Blood King's Palace. During that period of imperial physician coercion and chaos, the entire Wei Palace domain of Xianyang Palace City was Xu Fu's private domain.

Bian Que pushed open the corner of the palace door, and the warm wind of the charcoal fire immediately blew in his face. In the center of the spacious palace, there is a furnace with a burning fire, which is burned with the charcoal that only the emperor can use.

In the side pavilion of the Blood King Palace, the tall Xu Fu was still wearing a long red-striped black robe, standing beside a wide table, contemplating with a serious expression.

(End of chapter)