看完這世間最後一眼，沈清軒心神一弛，頓時兩眼發黑，仿佛被人用黑布徹底蒙上，再無一絲光亮，與此同時，胸中一直苦苦壓抑的熱流也奔湧而出，頓時滿口溫熱，血腥刺鼻。
明知是自己的血，沈清軒卻嫌這味道腥臭難聞，只道自己身體竟污穢至此，並未瞧見自己噴吐出的並非尋常鮮血，而是一團烏黑裡裹著些紅色。味道就是由那些蝕骨劇毒散發出來的，夾雜著濃厚血腥味，更是催人欲吐。
難聞的刺鼻氣味彌漫在小小廂房裡，沈老爺都感到胸中翻騰欲嘔。
管家很快拉開門窗，一邊催促僕人們打掃房間給少爺擦拭，一邊卻退出門外，悄無聲息的招來山莊老僕，帶著凝重神情，著手安排後事。
暈厥過去的沈清軒胸膛微微起伏，雖有微弱呼吸，稍有經驗的老人都明白，這道坎自家少爺怕是難以邁過。
趁著尚留最後一口氣，身體還溫熱著，取來衣裳給他換上，打點乾淨，清清爽爽的送人上路罷。
寒風中的山莊經過一天一夜的喧囂，在這個霧氣濛濛的淩晨，陷入了另一種靜謐裡。
白幡麻布，紙錢棺木。一切殯葬用具皆在這個濛濛亮的清晨，帶著謹小慎微的聲響，自山莊後門運送到院裡。
沈清軒時而陷入無邊的黑暗，時而又分明清醒過來。
雖不能動彈，卻將外面的竊竊私語與腳步聲都聽的仔細。
他也不知道迎接自己的將是什麼，在短暫的清醒裡想著，或有傳說中的牛頭馬面拎著引魂索來帶自己上路也未可知。只是他的清醒也是極短，腦中轉不了幾個念頭，又陷入黑暗中。
就這樣糊裡糊塗也不知過了多久，或許極為漫長，抑或極短的瞬間，沈清軒依稀察覺，床簾外的世界驟然靜寂下去。
仿佛永夜之潭，再沒有一絲人聲。
甚至連風聲都消弭無蹤。
心中驚疑不定，卻也沒有力氣睜眼去瞧。
沈清軒躺在那裡，巴巴的帶著些焦灼的努力凝聚心神，傾聽動靜。
依然無聲，亦無息。
沈清軒心中清明。此時父親絕不會留他一人躺在這處，屋中定會安排幾名僕人看護，但他什麼都聽不見，也感覺不到一絲人氣。
仿佛偌大一個世界，只剩他孤零零一人躺在這裡苟延殘喘。
正驚疑不定間，又是一口血溢出唇角，順著臉頰滑入耳後，先是溫熱的絲絲縷縷，而後暴露在寒冷空氣中逐漸冰涼，宛若一隻細小的蛇，蜿蜒在頸項處攀爬。沒有人替他擦拭，也無婢女的驚呼，仿佛整個世界失了聲。
無從著落的感覺讓人忐忑不安，沈清軒也不例外，屏住了原本就細微的呼吸，隱隱中似乎在等待著什麼。
恍若在夢中的感覺，沈清軒聽見了輕微的腳步聲。若有若無的，似幻似真，一時叫人難以分辨是在夢中還是現實。甚至忍不住猜測，是否是等待已久的牛頭馬面終於現身，取出引魂索，牽著他步上黃泉路。
卻並不知道，他尚能一口氣拖延至此，只因角落處的男子施了術法的緣故。
就這樣迷蒙間，沈清軒分明感到額頭有什麼冰涼的東西落在上面，那東西似軟又硬，寬寬大大，冰冰涼涼，罩住了整個額頭。
沈清軒只覺得那東西的形狀極為熟悉，卻一時怎麼也想不起來。
正絞盡腦汁思索時，卻聽耳畔一道聲音傳來，道：“命格倒是極旺，終生富貴。”
沈清軒混沌間胡亂想著，這人有一把沉沉的好嗓音。卻又猛地反應過來，搭在額頭上的那冰涼物體是他的手掌。
怎能涼成這樣？叫他險些認不出來。這個問題還未想清楚，沈清軒又想到，命格是說誰？
“說你。”那聲音仿佛識透他腦中所想，應的極快。
沈清軒的思緒凝滯了一下，又胡亂想著，這人盡是胡說，他若命格旺盛，怎會落到這個地步。
“命格過於富貴，招小人罷了。”那人語氣輕描淡寫。
沈清軒聽聞這話，似是觸動心事，不再與他辯駁，靜下來。
那人也頓住，目光在沈清軒臉上又審視一番，方才繼續道：“沈清軒，今日我留你一條性命，可好？”
沈清軒雖命懸一線，腦中卻始終留有一塊清明之地，察覺到這人出現的離奇，又不像是在夢裡，心中早已惴惴不安地猜測了數十條可能。卻未曾料到他會道出這般說辭來。又是一愣。下意識的想著，他這情形早已無力回天，除非神仙顯靈才能救他一命。
莫非，他是神仙？
這猜測倒也不奇怪，只是讓人覺得可笑罷了。
“我是妖。”男人一把沉沉的，沈清軒覺得好聽的嗓音又一次響起。這回沈清軒方才聽清楚，那人並不是在他耳旁說話，而是確確實實，讓聲音直接響在他的腦海裡。
妖？什麼妖？
生死已置之度外的沈清軒雖難免受驚，卻又不是過於驚駭，本能地追問了一句。
“今日咬你的蛇，便是我。”那人語氣平淡之極，仿佛說出這樣的話再自然不過，身為蛇，修煉成妖，咬人一口——他承認的不以為意，淡漠非常。
他這般爽快，倒難住了沈清軒，一時也不曉得怎麼回應才好。若他此刻能稍微動彈，想必早已擰緊了眉頭。
頃刻，沈清軒才想起之前的話，明白這蛇是真的可以留他一命的。
只是又忍不住想，原來是蛇妖，怪不得手涼成那樣。
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After taking the last look in this world, Shen Qingxuan’s mind relaxed , and his eyes suddenly turned black, as if they were completely covered with a black cloth, without a trace of light. At the same time, the heat that had been suppressed in his chest also rushed out, and his mouth was suddenly full of warmth and the pungent smell of blood.
Although he knew it was his own blood, Shen Qingxuan disliked the smell, thinking that his body was so filthy that he did not notice that what he spit out was not ordinary blood, but a ball of black with some red in it. The smell was emitted by the bone-eroding poison, mixed with the strong smell of blood, which made him want to vomit.
The unpleasant, pungent smell filled the small room, and Master Shen felt like nausea in his chest.
The housekeeper quickly opened the doors and windows, and while urging the servants to clean the room and wipe the floor for the young master, he stepped out of the door and quietly called in the old servant of the villa, and with a solemn expression, began to arrange the funeral affairs.
The chest of Shen Qingxuan, who had fainted, rose and fell slightly, and although he was breathing weakly, the old men with a little experience understood that this was a hurdle that their young master would find difficult to overcome.
While he still has his last breath and his body is still warm , get him some clothes to change him into, clean him up, and send him off in a refreshed state.
After a day and night of hustle and bustle, the villa in the cold wind fell into another kind of tranquility in this foggy early morning.
White banners, linen cloth, paper money, and coffins. All funeral supplies were carefully transported from the back door of the villa to the courtyard in the early morning.
Shen Qingxuan sometimes fell into endless darkness, and sometimes woke up clearly.
Although he couldn’t move, he could listen carefully to the whispers and footsteps outside.
He didn’t know what was going to happen to him, and in his brief lucid moments, he thought that maybe the legendary Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Devil would come with the soul-guiding rope to lead him on his way. But his lucidity was also very short, and he could only think a few thoughts before he fell into darkness again.
In this way, he didn’t know how much time had passed, perhaps a very long time, or a very short moment, Shen Qingxuan vaguely realized that the world outside the bed curtain suddenly became silent.
It was like a pool of eternal night, without a single human voice.
Even the sound of the wind disappeared.
I was filled with confusion and uncertainty, but I didn’t have the energy to open my eyes to look.
Shen Qingxuan lay there, trying anxiously to concentrate his mind and listen to the movement.
Still silent, and without breath.
Shen Qingxuan was clear-headed. His father would never leave him lying here alone. He would definitely arrange several servants to look after him in the house, but he could not hear anything and could not sense any human presence.
It seemed as if in this huge world, he was the only one left lying here, struggling to survive.
Just as he was in doubt, another mouthful of blood flowed out of the corner of his lips, slid down his cheek and into the back of his ear. It was warm at first, and then gradually became cold in the cold air, like a tiny snake, crawling around his neck. No one wiped it for him, and there was no scream from the maid, as if the whole world had lost its voice.
The feeling of having no where to go makes people uneasy, and Shen Qingxuan is no exception. He holds his already weak breath, as if waiting for something.
As if in a dream, Shen Qingxuan heard light footsteps. It was so vague and unreal that it was hard to tell whether it was a dream or reality. He couldn’t help wondering if the long-awaited Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demon had finally appeared, took out the soul-guiding rope , and led him to the underworld.
the magic cast by the man in the corner .
In this hazy state, Shen Qingxuan clearly felt something cold falling on his forehead. That thing seemed soft and hard, wide and large, icy and cold , covering his entire forehead.
Shen Qingxuan only felt that the shape of the thing was extremely familiar, but he couldn’t remember it for a moment.
Just as I was racking my brains to think, I heard a voice in my ear, saying, “Your fate is extremely prosperous, and you will be rich and prosperous for the rest of your life."
Shen Qingxuan was confused and thought randomly, this man has a deep and good voice. But he suddenly realized that the cold object on his forehead was his palm.
How could it be so cold? He almost couldn’t recognize it. Before he could figure out this question, Shen Qingxuan thought again, who is the fate referring to?
“I’m talking about you." The voice seemed to know what he was thinking and responded very quickly.
Shen Qingxuan ‘s thoughts froze for a moment, and he thought randomly, this guy is talking nonsense, if he had a strong destiny, how could he end up like this.
“Your destiny is too rich, which only attracts villains." The man said lightly.
When Shen Qingxuan heard this, it seemed that something was touching on his mind. He stopped arguing with him and calmed down.
The man also paused , and looked at Shen Qingxuan’s face again before continuing: “Shen Qingxuan, I will spare your life today, okay?"
Although Shen Qingxuan’s life was hanging by a thread, his mind was still clear. He noticed that the man’s appearance was strange and it didn’t seem like a dream. He had already guessed dozens of possibilities in his mind. But he never expected him to say such a thing. He was stunned again. Subconsciously thinking, he was in such a situation that he could not be saved. Only the gods could save his life.
Could it be that he is a god?
This guess is not surprising, it’s just ridiculous.
“I’m a demon." The man’s deep voice, which Shen Qingxuan thought was pleasant to hear, rang out again. This time Shen Qingxuan heard it clearly, the man was not speaking in his ear, but the voice was actually ringing in his mind.
Monster? What monster?
Shen Qingxuan, who had already disregarded life and death, was inevitably frightened, but not too shocked, and instinctively asked a question.
“The snake that bit you today was me." The man’s tone was extremely calm, as if it was natural for him to say such things. As a snake, he cultivated himself into a demon and bit someone – he admitted it without any concern and was extremely indifferent.
His straightforwardness stumped Shen Qingxuan, who didn’t know how to respond. If he could move a little at this moment, he would have frowned.
In an instant, Shen Qingxuan remembered what he had said before and realized that this snake could really spare his life.
But I couldn’t help but think, it turned out to be a snake demon, no wonder my hands were so cold.
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