——Xianyang Palace City Wei Palace Domain. In the side pavilion of the Blood King's Palace, a figure stood silently. At night, the snow was still falling outside the palace, but the furnace in the palace was not burning.

The palatial space was frozen as cold as the snow outside, but the figure didn't care, he just stared at the twenty stone slabs on the table in front of him. The legendary ancient demon road scriptures! He examined in silence, meditated in silence, and finally before Xu Fu returned, he made a decision and took away the twenty ancient stone slabs that were half a foot long.

——After Xu Fu left, Bian Que lay alone on the gorgeous and wide palace bed, looking at the beautiful relief on the top of the pavilion with empty eyes. The fire in the palace was burning very brightly, and the edelweiss bedding was also very warm, but Bian Que could not feel the slightest warmth. As each minute passed, his limp body became colder and colder, as if every minute passed, his heart, lungs, and internal organs would become more and more exhausted until they withered.

And his eyes seemed to be frozen by the ice, and he didn't move for a long time. In that stagnant gaze, there are countless pasts and countless memories flying. He looked back on his short life before he died. But the difference is that this time he is really like Xu Fu's last words, at the latest, his internal organs will all fail and die, and in his body, shattered into a pile of black dust. And the failure and destruction of internal organs is a completely irreversible process. Even if you heal the demons, you can't heal the exhausted internal organs, not to mention, it's all the internal organs!

However, in fact, with Bian Que's already weak body, he couldn't last an hour at all. Maybe at some point, his lungs were exhausted and his breath was broken, or his heart was exhausted and his heartbeat was broken. And then, in that short moment, he ended his life at the age of seventeen.

So in this last time, he could only lie cold, staring at empty eyes, to review his life, to look at the world again. Originally, Bian Que thought that his life before the age of seven was in vain, and his original relatives and parents were just a layer of sandpaper that could be blown and broken. It was only when I met Xu Fu and met the master that the time began to have meaning and the warmth of life.

He always felt that Xu Fu was his only relative, his dearest person. Whether it is in the image of that messy homeless man or the image of a high-ranking official in a red stripe and black robe, Xu Fu is his teacher like a father. For such a long time, in so many memories, Xu Fu had carefully taught him the secret methods and knowledge of the way of healing demons, Xu Fu had asked for warmth from his weak body, and Xu Fu had insisted on boiling medicinal soup for him day after day.

made him feel that with Xu Fu, the master, he was also a caring and warm person. However, he was wrong. He was wrong, he was all wrong! There is no one to care for him at all, there is no so-called warmth, everything is his wishful thinking in a conspiracy! His master, his so-called only relative, was actually the same as those people. Just to take advantage of him, they are all here to take advantage of him.

From the time he was born, he was used as a bond between two famous families, and no one in the family, including his parents, really gave him love. So later, after his mother's family clan was guilty, he had no use value, until his father died, and he was immediately abandoned.

And later met Xu Fu, he was used by Xu Fu because of his strong comprehension of the way of medicine and demons as the best cultivation furnace for "Fu Ling and Returning the Bell", but he didn't know the reason, but he thought that he had met the kindest person in the world, and met someone who would really be good to him! So every time he drank Xu Fu's medicinal soup, he felt so warm, so he followed Xu Fu's teachings and did everything he could for Xu Fu. But in the end, Xu Fu still revealed his true colors, ruthlessly used his internal organs to refine the Fuling Pill, and then abandoned his dying body here.

Everything is exploitation, everything is a conspiracy, and no one has ever really cared for him. The same is true of this world, for the sake of profit, for the sake of desire, people use each other, deceive each other, there is no sincerity, there is no kindness, there is no love!

It's a cold world, a cruel world. So what has he been doing in the past 17 years? Self-deluded belief that there is love in the world, wishful thinking to adhere to goodness, obsessively trying to be a healer who saves the world, only to find out in the end that he has always lived in conspiracy and exploitation.

Ruthless again and again, abandoned again and again, until his whole life was abandoned, he woke up. It turns out that everything is a lie! When all the cold truth is finally in front of people's eyes, that kind of extreme despair will cut off all people's thoughts. It's like a lonely figure, falling into a bottomless black hole, constantly falling downward, but never falling to the bottom, only fear and darkness are always around, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't get rid of it.

So all love, all warmth, all kindness, will evolve into another terrible existence in such cruel despair—intense, cold, and ever-expanding hatred! It is impossible to say that there is no hatred, and in such a painful and desperate experience, no one can not give birth to deep hatred. Of course, Bian Que is the same, the intense and cold ever-expanding hatred that was born in his body with the gradual failure of his internal organs and organs became more and more intense as his life passed.

But no matter how deep the hatred is, what can it do? What can he do? His life has come to an end. His internal organs were irreversibly failing, and in an instant before he knew it, everything was over for him. His life, his hatred, his despair, everything was over. So in the end, he just lay quietly, looking at the beautiful relief on the top of the pavilion with empty eyes.

Well, he thought. In such a world, he is not rare to live anymore, so let everything end. So with a desolation without tears, he finally closed his eyes, looked nothing, and waited in the darkness for the end. But all this is not over yet, and there are still things to happen before the end of life. Bian Que lay quietly, feeling the internal organs of his body failing in the slightest. But from a moment when he didn't know it, his suddenly felt that his weak and numb body became very heavy, as if something very heavy was pressing on his body covered with a mattress.

Bian Que originally thought it was an illusion, but the heaviness kept pressing on him, making it difficult for his lungs, which were not yet completely dead, to breathe. So he couldn't bear it, and finally opened his eyes with great difficulty, and looked at his lying body with a weak gaze. Then he saw that on his thick cotton mattress, some gray object was pressed.

(End of chapter)