——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 going to die.

Just like Xu Fu's last words, at the latest, his internal organs would 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 - hatred.

Intense, cold, 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 what can you do if you hate deeply?

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. He struggled, and when he looked closely, he saw that it was a pile of ancient gray stone slabs, with words carved on the surface.

Suddenly, Bian Que, whose consciousness was already very weak, was shocked, the thing that was pressing on the mattress on his body was Xu Fu's most important ancient demon path classic!

He subconsciously counted twenty stone slabs on his bed, and one was not less. This was all the ancient demon path classics, and he knew that when the Xuan River was drained, it was he who personally went down to the bottom of the river to find these twenty stone slabs.

So at this moment, all the ancient demon Dao classics are by his side!

But how so? How could these ancient demon Dao texts suddenly appear on his bed? Bian Que immediately became suspicious.

He had only been staring at him for a short time just now, why did after opening his eyes, twenty pieces of Ancient Demon Dao Classics appeared around him?

Did Xu Fu bring it? When pigs fly! For Xu Fu, these twenty tablets were of great importance, and he never let anyone touch them, except for asking paleographers to study the translations of the texts. Even Bian Que himself had only had a close encounter with the slate once when he first found it.

Therefore, it was absolutely impossible for Xu Fu to bring these twenty stone slabs here, and it was when he had just taken Bian Que's life. Now he just threw Bian Que here as a corpse to fend for himself, and he would never do anything superfluous again, nor would he come to see him again.

So who got these slates? Could someone sneak into Xu Fu's Blood King Palace, steal these twenty stone slabs, and then entrust them to Bian Que?

No way, it's crazy. Even the dying Bian Que himself thought the idea was too crazy.

As a person who coerced the empress and emperor in the position of etheric physician and also got involved in national politics, Xu Fu's strength is completely unfathomable. For so many years, no one in the Qin and Chu kingdoms has been able to destroy its position. It is even more unlikely that anyone would dare to infiltrate Xu Fu's Blood King Palace now.

What's more, this is still the most heavily guarded Xianyang Palace City in the Qin Chu Kingdom!

No one can do such a thing...... But twenty stone slabs appeared on the bed of Bian Que, a dying man, and they couldn't have flown by themselves! It's definitely for someone.

However, what is even more strange is that Bian Que, who has been lying on the bed and has not yet lost consciousness, did not notice that someone was approaching, but from a certain moment, he suddenly felt very heavy on his body. If someone put the slate on Bian Que's bed at that moment, then his strength must be quite terrifying, at least in terms of concealment ability, far beyond ordinary people!

But no matter how you think about it now, it's just speculation, the important thing is that twenty ancient stone slabs that hide the mysteries of the ancient demon path have fallen on Bian Que's bed. If all this is really done by someone, then what is the purpose of the person?

He put twenty ancient stone tablets here in Bian Que, what can he do? Bian Que remembered that Xu Fu had said that the mysteries of these twenty stone tablets were very deep, and the secret methods, seals, and spells of the ancient demon path were all not recorded on the surface. Instead, it was hidden in another way, so Xu Fu spent more than half a year, but he couldn't find out the cultivation content of the Ancient Demon Dao.

So that person, did he want to entrust the slate to Bian Que and let him find out the secret of the ancient demon path? But he didn't even know ancient writing. He couldn't even understand the description on the surface of the slate, and it was impossible for him to find out any secrets.

And at this moment, Bian Que is already a dying person, and the last time of his life is just a toss. Now, what else does he have to worry about other things?

Although what is placed in front of you is the ancient magic path that has been extinct for thousands of years, and the great power that countless people can't ask for regardless of the cost. But Bian Que doesn't care, he is dying, and he doesn't care about this so-called power that can change history.

So after a little confusion, he still lay quietly on the bed, about to die, and the twenty ancient stone tablets were also quietly placed on his bed.

Bian Que is very quiet, his internal organs are drying up and dying, only a touch of coldness in his eyes, and a wisp of paleness in his black hair, silently showing his last hatred and sorrow for the world and life.

However, for some reason, there was a strange feeling, but it was beating in his dying heart. The strange feeling seemed to be pulling him, pulling his consciousness to the twenty silent ancient stone tablets.

It's an incredible thing!

But Bian Que seemed to hear a voice, an old voice, coming from the silent ancient stone slabs.

The voice was calling to him, calling him to unlock the secrets of the ancient demon path in the ancient stone slab!

At first, Bian Que thought that his life was too weak and he had auditory hallucinations, but the voice that was so old that it seemed to have been waiting for a thousand years kept echoing softly in his ears.

Finally, it was difficult to deny the old voice, he still opened his eyes and subconsciously looked at the stone slab closest to him on the bed.

Then, with infinite confusion, Bian Que, who was already extremely weak, stretched out his numb right hand with all his strength and gently touched the ancient gray stone slab.

The mottled texture of the rock came from his fingertips, but the moment the touch occurred, everything in front of Bian Que's eyes suddenly disappeared, and a strange light that could not see the color bloomed in his eyes.

He watched, and in that strange light, a large amount of information poured into his mind like a stream. He doesn't have to look at it, he doesn't have to read it, everything just comes in naturally.

In those large amounts of mysterious information, Bian Que clearly comprehended the secret of the ancient demon road!

The secret spells, the seals, and the spells were all imprinted in his consciousness without any mistakes.

When Bian Que regained his vision and saw the world in front of him again, his mind had already carried all the hidden ancient demon path contents in the ancient stone slab he touched.

At this moment, Bian Que suddenly realized that the so-called ancient demon path was not hidden in the words engraved on the surface at all, but hidden in the stone slab. Therefore, just translating and reading the ancient characters on the surface of the stone slab will never be able to decipher the secrets of the ancient demon path. Only those who have been recognized by the ancient stone tablets can practice the true ancient demon path.

But...... Why...... Why is he the one who has been recognized by the ancient slate? Obviously, he was going to die.

Bian Que stared at the other nineteen ancient stone slabs lying quietly on the bed, and his cold eyes were full of doubt.

But in the moment that followed, he suddenly found a hint of a turning point in his life—in the ancient demon path secret method on the ancient stone slab that he had just learned!

——Outside the palace where Bian Que lived, there was a mysterious figure standing in the shadows of the night.

"Sure enough, the seal on the ancient stone tablet can only be unlocked by the first person who touches the ancient stone tablet...... Oh, destiny is hard to disobey, and the chosen person turned out to be such a sick man. ”

When the words fell, the figure silently disappeared into the night.