Pain.

The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if he had been stabbed in the back by a red-hot iron rod, even breathing was a little difficult, his mind was messy, and fragmentary memories were rampaging in his mind, scurrying around.

"Anyway, you can't cultivate, it's just a waste to keep this divine bone, what's wrong with giving it to your brother?"

"If you still want me to recognize your younger brother, you will give the divine bone to the eighth brother."

"Mu Jiangxu, why do you think your father suddenly took you back to the Mu family? to dig up your divine bones to me. ”

The fragments of memory that were cut apart were shattered, and Jiang Xu only grasped these three sentences.

Jiang Xu hissed lightly, gritted his teeth and raised his hand with difficulty, and clicked on his body twice before he felt better, and then, while mobilizing his soul power to repair this body, he leaned against the wall to relieve the pain.

It took a while before I had the heart to focus on the others.

Fang only felt pain, and didn't care about anything else, right now, Jiang Xu suddenly felt slimy, looked down, and found that everything he could see was soaked, soaked with sweat, and there was a pool of red blood in front of him, which looked like he had vomited.

Something is going bad.

I looked up again, and found myself nestled in the corner of the room, where the lights were on, the black curtains were drawn tightly, and there was a picture frame on the desk not far away, and in the frame was a picture of an old man......

Perhaps that photo touched the memory of the original owner, and many fragments began to run wild in his mind.

Before Jiang Xu could stitch together those fragmented memories, he heard a conversation outside the door.

"Eighth Young Master." It's a respectful middle-aged tone.

Immediately after, a soft voice sounded, "Did my father say how to place Mu Jiangxu?" ”

Middle-aged voice: "The head of the family said that he would be cremated directly, and the funeral car was already waiting at the door." ”

Jiang Xu: ?

Jiang Xu? Cremate? Cremating her?!

The conversation outside the door continued.

"Does the Eighth Young Master have any orders?"

"When you take the person away, take all the things in his room and burn them, and don't keep a single thing."

"Okay."

After the conversation ended, there was the sound of a key entering the hole at the door, and then the door opened, and two middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes and bodyguards came in from outside the door.

Seeing that Qing Jiang Xu was not dead, but leaned against the corner of the wall sickly, compared to the cowardice of the past, there seemed to be a little more cold and indifferent between the eyebrows, the two bodyguards were stunned for a moment, stopped, and one of them spoke, "Qishao, you ...... Not dead? ”

Jiang Xu looked sideways at him expressionlessly.

Isn't this obvious?

But......

Seven less?

Became a man? Or is the original owner dressed as a man?

Jiang Xu didn't speak, but the soft voice he had heard just outside the door, "Not dead?" ”

As the words fell, there was another person in the room, a boy who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The two bodyguards turned around in unison and bowed to Mu Yanchen, "Eighth Young Master." ”

Jiang Xu lifted his eyelids, glanced at him as well, and pulled out his name from those fragmentary memories, Mu Yanchen.

The eighth young master of the Mu family, the half-brother of the original owner.

Listening to the voice, Jiang Xu thought it was a girl, but she looked like a boy, and she was called Bashao, so she should be a boy.

Mu Yanchen was thin, his eyebrows were mean and gloomy, he was wearing a white shirt on his upper body, short suspenders on his lower body, his hands in his pockets, and his leather shoes under his feet and walked into the room.

Seeing that Jiang Xu was really not dead, Mu Yanchen's eyes were stained with a trace of coldness, and he looked sideways at the two bodyguards in suits and leather shoes, and said in a hoarse voice that was in the middle of the voice change period: "Isn't he dead?" It's already dead. ”

The two bodyguards were speechless.