Yu Wenxuan hurriedly came, looked at Xiao Yunhe, who was like a clay carving and wood sculpture, and probed his heart and breathing, but unfortunately the results he got were the same as those reported to him by the veterans, Xiao Yunhe was now completely like a dead man, no breathing or heartbeat, and he couldn't feel that he was still a little alive at all.

Yu Wenxuan's face was solemn, but he could still calm his breath and not be shocked. He turned to look at the veteran and asked, "When did he start doing this?"

That veteran was also a person who had fought on the battlefield, but he retired to Yu Wenxuan's house as a servant because he was old, and he didn't have any fear when he saw such a "dead man" as Xiao Yunhe. At this time, hearing Yu Wenxuan's question, his already somewhat rickety body suddenly straightened up, and he said loudly to Yu Wenxuan: "General, the prince said yesterday that he wanted to retreat and practice martial arts, but the old slave has not come since he sent food yesterday afternoon. I didn't find out until just now......"

"You mean, he was still fine when you brought the food over yesterday?" Yu Wenxuan cut off the old soldier's unfinished words and asked.

"That's right, when I came to deliver the meal yesterday, the son was still fine, although he was also sitting in his current position, but when he saw me coming, he said a few words to the old slave......" When the veteran said this, his expression couldn't help revealing a little pity and sadness, obviously Xiao Yunhe, a son who didn't have much of a fight, still won the favor of many people, although this was just a son who Yu Wenxuan suddenly brought back from outside and didn't know where to come from, but in such an era, there is a difference between master and servant, and it is not easy to meet an old master like Yu Wenxuan who does not abuse people and is approachable, and these people feel that Xiao Yunhe's appearance is even more rare, but it's a pity......

Yu Wenxuan stopped speaking after asking this sentence, he turned around again and observed Xiao Yunhe, a pair of tiger eyes scanned back and forth on Xiao Yunhe's body, as if he wanted to see something mysterious from Xiao Yunhe's body.

Xiao Yunhe still sat with his eyes closed as Yu Wenxuan had seen before, if it weren't for the lack of a smile on that expressionless face, it was like a Buddha statue in the temple.

Xiao Yunhe sat still like a dead man, and Yu Wenxuan also seemed to be infected by Xiao Yunhe, so he stood in front of Xiao Yunhe and stared at him, not moving. If it weren't for his pair of tiger eyes still radiating a dazzling essence, the veteran would have wondered if Xiao Yunhe, the son who suddenly appeared, had contracted some strange disease outside, and this time his own general was also infected, or how could he have looked at him for a while and became motionless?

"General, do you want to invite Lang Zhong to come and see Childe?" It was really a tedious thing to watch the two people standing and sitting like statues, and after the veteran remained silent for a long time, he finally couldn't help but break the silence.

In fact, what the veteran wanted to say was not like this, what he really wanted to say at the beginning was whether he should collect a corpse and order a coffin or something for Xiao Yunhe, but when he saw Yu Wenxuan's extremely dignified face, his heart softened and changed his words.

Before going to invite Yu Wenxuan, he had already carefully examined Xiao Yunhe, at this time, Xiao Yunhe, not only did he have no heartbeat, no pulse, but even the surface of his body had lost the temperature that a normal person should have. It was cold from hand to foot, no different from a stone.

There is no heartbeat, no pulse, and even questions have been lost, such a person is not considered a dead person, so what kind of person is considered a dead person? Medicine doctors are not dead, no matter how good Lang Zhong is, he can only save the living people who have not died yet, like Xiao Yunhe, who has long been unknown when he died, unless he is a god, it is useless to favor the doctor.

Although Xiao Yunhe couldn't see any scars on his body, this veteran had seen a lot of the world. On the battlefield, there are not only those who break their necks and stab their hearts to die, there are many people who just look at nothing, but you can't die so inexplicably.

In this world, it is difficult to live, there is only one way. But if you don't want to live, you can die, you can have a lot of dead ends. Although it is a little strange to die like Xiao Yunhe, it is actually not strange.

"He's not dead yet, go and invite the eldest lady over!" Yu Wenxuan didn't seem to hear what the old servant said, he still maintained the posture of staring at Xiao Yunhe, but opened his mouth to command.

"Miss?" two surprised voices rang out at the same time.

Yu Wenxuan didn't look back, and asked, "Old knife, are you here too?"

Sure enough, it was the old knife who walked in outside the door: "General, what's wrong with this kid?

"He's not going to die so easily. Yu Wenxuan said solemnly, his tone was very gentle, but there was no doubt about it.

The old knife walked over from Yu Wenxuan's side, and carefully examined Xiao Yunhe's whole body like Yu Wenxuan, and in the same way, except for the fact that Xiao Yunhe at this moment completely had the same attributes as the dead people, he found nothing.

"What did the general see?" Seeing Yu Wenxuan's solemn appearance, he didn't mean to joke at all, and the old knife who was gloomy in his heart asked.

"There are so many strange exercises in this world, and it is not surprising that there will be all kinds of phenomena that surprise ordinary people when cultivating. Although I can't feel any life in Yunhe's body, I am sure that he is not dead. Yu Wenxuan's gaze still fell on Xiao Yunhe's body, not for a moment.

"Martial arts in the world, the same vein is not the same, some people will close all the six senses when their cultivation reaches a critical juncture, and they will look like they are dead. But even then, they still had breathing and heartbeat, and Childe not only did not breathe and pulse, but even the Divine Comedy became cold. I'm afraid this ......" The old knife understood that Yu Wenxuan had great expectations for Xiao Yunhe, and at this moment, seeing that Yu Wenxuan was sure that Xiao Yunhe was not dead, he thought that Yu Wenxuan couldn't bear such a big blow, and some of the words in the back felt a little unspeakable.

"Learn to die before you die, Yunhe's current situation is not really dead, but he is cultivating his unique exercises. Don't think I'm crazy, talking nonsense here," Yu Wenxuan waved his hand, and hit back the words that the old knife had not yet spoken, "I understand what you are thinking, like Yunhe's current situation, I have seen it in another person before." He, not dead. ”

The old knife opened his mouth, and swallowed back the words that had already reached his mouth. I wanted to say something more, but I couldn't say anything.

"Don't stand here, Yunhe's current condition is not dead, but it's not a good sign either. Go, Miss, please come here, old knife, it's good if you're here, you can go. Yu Wenxuan waved his hand towards the old knife standing silently on the side, and said.

"General, do you really want to invite the eldest lady?" the old knife was just about to give up, but he hesitated a little, and asked with some uncertainty.

"Go!" Yu Wenxuan didn't seem to want to say more, and shook his head imperceptibly, his tone still as calm as ever.

The old knife seemed to want to say something, but the old face covered with wind and frost flashed with a look of struggle, hesitated for a moment, and chose to turn around and leave.

But before he walked out of the door, outside the room, an ethereal but clear voice sounded in everyone's ears from afar: "No need, I'm already here!"

The voice sounded so suddenly, one foot of the old knife had already crossed the threshold, and the other foot had already been lifted, which was worthy of being mentioned directly above the threshold, and at first hearing this clear and cold voice, the half-lifted foot stopped in mid-air. An old face was full of astonishment and disbelief, and he looked out the door in a daze.

Outside is still a snowy and snowy world, and in the courtyard, a servant in the mansion has already swept out a bluestone pavement. However, the surrounding large areas, including the branches at the head of the wall and in the corners of the wall, are still covered with thick snow, and the bluestone pavement with only the width of the middle is particularly conspicuous under the main color of silver and white.

On this conspicuous bluestone pavement, there is an even more conspicuous woman in black, who is quietly approaching.

The woman was dressed in black clothes, and from head to toe was wrapped in a wide black robe, and even her head was covered with a hat covered with a black curtain, which covered her face. A pair of hands are also wrapped in the sleeves of the wide robe, and there is only one color on the whole body, walking on this bluestone road, black, cyan, in this snowy field, it looks so abrupt, even a little dazzling.

The old knife was a little stunned as the woman in black approached, until she walked in front of him, he seemed to have just woken up from a big dream, and the foot that was stagnant on the threshold in the back "brushed" and fell next to the foot in front, flashing to the side, trying to make way for the woman in black who suddenly appeared.

The woman in black still walked forward without hurrying, and she didn't know if the black robe she was wearing was too wide, or because she was so lightweight, not only could she not hear the slightest footsteps along the way, but she couldn't even see her feet moving, and even the hem of her black robe couldn't see any signs of moving。

"Miss!" Seeing that the woman in black walked past him and had come to the threshold, the old knife lowered his head and said respectfully.

Even when facing Yu Wenxuan, Lao Dao did not have the same respectful and playful expression as he did now facing this woman in black, and it could be seen that he had a kind of respect that was rare in the face of other people in the face of this woman in black, a kind of respect from the bottom of his heart.

"Uncle Dao!" the woman in black finally stopped, she turned her head slightly to look at the old knife, under the black curtains, she couldn't see the expression on her face, and she couldn't even tell whether these two ethereal words came from her mouth.

The old knife raised his head and looked at the woman in black in front of him, respectfully, but he revealed a little pity and unbearable. His lips moved a few times, but he still couldn't help but say: "It's such a cold winter, the eldest lady should add a few more clothes......

"Uncle Dao bothered, these slight chills are nothing to me, and there is not much difference between a few more and a few less clothes. Besides......" The woman in black paused and slowly spat out the last words, "...... I'm used to it......"

The old knife with a complicated expression had a little more gloom in his complexion. He looked at the woman in black in front of him and wanted to say something more, but the woman in black didn't give him this chance, turned his head, and entered the room lightly.

That's right, it's still fluttering. Like ghosts and ghosts, no one could see how she got into the room, she didn't lift her feet, she didn't jump and tumble, she didn't even hear anything when she crossed the threshold, and if she had to use a verb to describe it, it was only a word "floating" to describe it.

In the room, Yu Wenxuan was still facing Xiao Yunhe, who was sitting cross-legged like a dead man, and the woman in black behind him floated in and couldn't hide him, but he kept his original posture motionlessly, and he didn't even look at the woman in black behind him.

The inside of the room is much warmer than the outside of the icy and snowy land, although Xiao Yunhe, who cultivates the fire attribute exercises, is not afraid of the cold, but according to the usual practice, there is no reason for the room in the general's mansion not to make a stove and drip water into ice. In each of the four corners of the room, a charcoal fire burns to keep the whole room warm like spring. Even if the door is open now, the temperature inside the house has not dropped much, and there is a considerable temperature difference from the outside.

But as soon as the woman in black entered, the charcoal fires burning in the four corners of the room were still burning quite vigorously at first, but at this time, they suddenly seemed to be blown by a cold wind, and the four red charcoal fires flickered at the same time, and then continued to burn. But unlike before, they didn't burn as vigorously as before, and inexplicably lost at least half of their firepower, and continued to burn half-dead, even though the charcoal in the four braziers was still sufficient.

And the temperature in the room also dropped a lot at this moment. It was like a cold wind blowing, and Yu Wenxuan, who was as immobile as a mountain, also trembled slightly the moment the woman in black entered.

"This is the person you are looking for?" Yu Wenxuan didn't turn around to look at the woman in black, the woman in black didn't seem to mean to look at Yu Wenxuan, she bypassed Yu Wenxuan, who was standing in the middle, and walked to Xiao Yunhe's side from the other side, the voice of the voice transmitted from the sky was clear and cold, just like her, under the dark package, it was as cold as the snow-covered ice and snow land outside, and it was impossible to get close.

"Is he dead?" Yu Wenxuan didn't answer the question of the woman in black, but asked such a question.

Obviously, although Yu Wenxuan was so sure with Lao Dao before, in fact, in his heart, he was afraid that he might not be as convinced as he had expressed before.

The woman in black did not immediately answer Yu Wenxuan's words, but moved forward again, walked to Xiao Yunhe's side, leaned down slightly, and from under the black robe, stretched out a hand, holding Xiao Yunhe's hand that was imprinted on his chest, and placed three fingers on Xiao Yunhe's veins, standing there silently.

She finally revealed a little of Lushan's true face from the black robe, although it was only a hand. And as soon as that hand is stretched out, if there are bystanders here, I am afraid that it will let out one or two sighs.

On that hand, only one palm and a small half of the arm were exposed, and the rest were still shrouded in the black robe. The complexion of the arms and palms is crystal delicate, the texture is delicate, just like a piece of high-quality jade, black clothes, white hands, the contrast between black and white is so stark, and the strong visual impact not only does not damage the beauty of this hand, but also reflects the perfect skin tone of this hand.

But in the midst of this perfect complexion, there is a very imperfect flaw. It's like a hole burned in a beautiful ancient painting that shouldn't appear, like an extra crack in a bronze mirror that is as smooth as new, like a centipede-like scar on the face of a peerless beauty who has captivated the country and the city, and on this almost perfect arm, there is a dark brown scar, about five fingers long, impartial, born right at the wrist, rising from the protrusion of the carpal bone, diagonally forward, and spreading to the valley of the back of the palm. The color of the scar was dull, and it was obvious that it had been for many years, like an ugly lizard, born in this near-perfect hand, and the perfection of the arm set off the ugliness of this scar. There is nothing left to describe this contrast between beauty and ugliness, except for regret.

In addition to Xiao Yunhe, a "living dead", there was only one living person, Yu Wenxuan. He was standing aside, and of course he could see it. But he didn't see any fluctuations on his face, his gaze only swept slightly over the face of the girl in black, but he didn't see the scar on his arm, and he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations on his face.

At this moment, in this room, the girl in black, Yu Wenxuan, and Xiao Yunhe, who was like a living dead, were all silent, except for the soft and slow breathing of the three people. No, only for two people. Xiao Yunhe, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, did not breathe at any point and would not make any sound.

The black-clothed girl who was holding three fingers on Xiao Yunhe's vein, although she was not as lifeless as Xiao Yunhe's dead corpse, but if there was no breathing sound, except for those with profound skills like Yu Wenxuan, she could be felt, and ordinary people would probably see her as a ghost.