Bian Que answered with such a cold voice without emotion, as if as he said, he didn't care about the world at all. Listening to Bian Que's stubborn words of death, Zhang Liang's eyes narrowed, and then he forced himself to calm down. He knew that he had to negotiate with Bian Que calmly now.

"Don't just kill someone, just with the sword of the King of Han, we can't kill you." "I know you have your request, and we can negotiate. If you are willing to tell me about the ancient demonic path and forbidden arts, I can help you survive this level."

"As long as you are willing to help us solve the danger of Lingchi!" Zhang Liang stared into Bian Que's eyes and said with emphasis again. Zhang Liang knew in his heart that although Liu Bang's sword pierced Bian Que was quite harmful, Bian Que, a genius who had practiced three kinds of demonic ways, and he was originally a doctor, there would be no way to save his life. So Zhang Liang negotiated with him, as long as he was willing to provide information to help crack Lingchi and forbidden techniques, he would let him, who was seriously injured, be spared.

On the surface, such negotiations are reasonable and have a high chance of success. After all, using life as a bargaining chip, no one will be unmoved. After all, if you can live, no one will want to die. So Bian Que slowly turned his eyes and finally stared at Zhang Liang's eyes with a cold look, as if he was going to negotiate seriously with Zhang Liang.

But after he was silent for a moment, he finally moved a weak and stiff voice, "You are wrong, Zhang Liang. I'm going to die." Zhang Liang looked at the extremely cold gaze in Bian Que's eyes and was suddenly shocked. Because it seemed like a gaze of a dying person, the gaze that a person would show when he was about to die. But it was impossible. But with Bian Que's medical skills, even if he was seriously injured, he could have a way to extend his life in time. Just like when he was fighting before, he kept taking out a lot of medicine from the medicine box to deal with his physical condition. As long as Zhang Liang did not stop him here, he would definitely have a way to deal with his injuries.

But why did Bian Que show that dead look? "What do you mean? Bian Que. Just such injuries won't kill you at all!" Zhang Liang asked in a deep voice, but his expression had changed. Bian Que looked at Zhang Liang with a cold look, saying nothing, but just smiled and smiled faintly. But the scarf covered his mouth, and Zhang Liang could not see his smile, and he could only see him, and his eyes were getting closer and closer to death.

How could this happen? How could this happen! Looking at Bian Que's gaze, Zhang Liang seemed to have his eyes stagnated. He could not understand Bian Que's current situation, and could not understand why Bian Que could be so easily destined. "Bian Que, please explain clearly, what's going on? Can't you, a doctor who is deeply studying the way of medicine and demons, save your life?" Zhang Liang's tone became a little anxious, and he felt Bian Que's increasingly weak aura, which made him a little panic.

Bian Que cannot die, at least he must not die now. If he dies, Zhang Liang and the others will likely be unable to solve Lingchi and the crisis of the whole situation! Bian Que listened to the anxious shouts, but he still just looked at Zhang Liang quietly, his eyes filled with the coldness of the dying. The more this happens, Zhang Liang's eyes staring at Bian Que, and he becomes more and more anxious. So he subconsciously moved his eyes and suddenly realized that the wound on Bian Que's chest was bleeding constantly.

Why has it been so long? Why didn’t Bian Que use magic blue energy to seal the bloodline of the wound? This is common knowledge of first aid that most people know! Besides, he is a person who has learned the way of medicine and demons! At this moment, under Bian Que’s still body, the mottled pool of blood is still reflected in the black soil. There is a sword blade trauma with a palm-wide wound on his chest without any ups and downs, and the blood is flowing out of the wound that penetrates the body.

The loss of blood is constantly eroding Bian Que's vitality. Every minute, his skin becomes paler. Every minute, his breath becomes weaker. Every minute, his body becomes heavier. Zhang Liang was really panicked because if this continues, Bian Que will really die! But why didn't he use the magic blue to seal his bloodline? Why didn't he use the magic blue to save him? Could it be that he was too seriously injured and could no longer surge the magic blue and the magic blue? Or was he just simply not wanting to live?

Zhang Liang didn't know what the real reason for Bian Que's endangered death was, but he couldn't let Bian Que die here just like that. He had to let him live. "What should I do? Never let Bian Que die..." The anxious Zhang Liang was thinking desperately in his heart about how to save Bian Que. How to first aid his current critical situation, at least delay his death.

"By the way! Medicine!" Zhang Liang immediately thought that Bian Que himself was a doctor, and he also carried the medicine box with him. There must be some first aid medicine inside, and there must be some. Zhang Liang bent down from the void, held the book with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to quickly search in Bian Que's medicine box. He remembered that Bian Que had drunk a blue medicine liquid during the battle, which had an immediate healing effect and should be helpful to Bian Que's current weak physical condition.

Soon, Zhang Liang found three blue potions from the medicine box, which was the kind that Bian Que drank when he was injured in the battle. Zhang Liang threw the ancient book of Yan Ling in his hand in the air and let it hang himself. Then he immediately pulled the scarf on Bian Que's face with his left hand. At the same time, he hit the right hand, and some force took out all the internal organs in his body. So his chest and abdomen could only collapse without support and pressed to his back.

At this moment, the wound on Bian Que's chest no longer bleeds, but his body had become even more terrible than the dead. His whole chest and abdomen were lying on the ground with a collapsed belly, like a doll with cotton wool drained, lying dryly on the ground, and he could never stand up again. He could never come back to life. "How could this happen? Why is this happening?!" Zhang Liang subconsciously exclaimed, and seeing the terrible scene in front of him made him feel his scalp numb. However, his powerful soul consciousness felt the terrible truth at this moment.

In Bian Que's body, there were no internal organs! In that collapsed cold body, there were no lungs, no stomach, no spleen, no kidneys, and even no heart! In Bian Que's body, there was already a completely empty shell, so there was no support and everything collapsed into it.

But why? Why did Bian Que's internal organs disappear! Just by Liu Bang's sword, it would never be possible to cause such terrifying trauma. Zhang Liang "Anyone should at least be responsible for his life!" Zhang Liang stared at Bian Que's eyes and said extremely serious. After listening to Zhang Liang's words quietly, Bian Que was still in a better condition after drinking three tubes of medicine. But he slowly turned his stagnant eyes and looked at Zhang Liang with a still cold gaze, and said softly.

"It's not that I'm giving up on survival...but that I'm dead. I'm dead, how to survive?" "I'm dead?" Zhang Liang's eyes were shocked, and he couldn't help but frown and asked, "What do you mean? Bian Que. When you're so serious, don't say such strange things! You haven't died yet, there must be a way to save you!" But facing Zhang Liang's question, Bian Que just stuck in his eyes and looked coldly. He was like a person sitting in the audience, watching other people's plays coldly. It seemed that this dying person in crisis was not him, but someone else.

Just as he said, he was dead. So in just a few seconds, Bian Que's breath began to become weaker again, and the last bit of anger on his pale face slowly faded. The effect of the medicine obviously began to fade, just as Zhang Liang thought, this kind of medicine only played an immediate role in the battle and could not really heal the wound. On the chest that dyed the clothes red, the sword wound was still visible, and blood was still flowing slowly. Bian Que lay quietly on the ground like a dead person, looking at Zhang Liang with his extremely cold eyes, and even looking at this black world.

Zhang Liang's eyes began to tremble when he saw Bian Que's eyes. His powerful soul perception could keenly detect Bian Que's life situation. Bian Que's life breath began to become weaker and death was gradually approaching. "Bian Que, don't do this. You are not dead yet. You have to hold on, hold on to this breath! Use your magic to save yourself! You can do it, you will definitely save yourself!" Zhang Liang said to Bian Que, and he became more and more nervous and anxious.

He seemed to be really caring about Bian Que's safety, but he didn't even know that he was suddenly concerned about this moment because he was afraid of losing the way to crack Ling Chi, or because he felt sorry for this person. But in Zhang Liang's memory, he clearly remembered that this was the first time in his life that he had seen the death of others so close. He didn't want it, he really didn't want it, this person died in front of him so coldly. Under the boundless dark clouds, the quiet long wind blew slowly.

The world is so dark. Bian Que stared at the world, and his cold eyes were still as still. Everything in the black ground was silent and everything was dark. But in Bian Que's eyes, there was no difference from the outside world. To him, it seemed that the whole world was black and white. That's why he sincerely liked the strange place of the black land. Because here, the black of the world is so accurate and so real that his eyes can be seen.

The black symbolizing death. Therefore, he thought, he was willing to end it. He also looked at Zhang Liang, the man with silver hair, was lying in the void in front of him, shouting anxiously at him. "Bian Que, you have to hold on. You must hold on, there will be a way! Use your medical and demonic way to save yourself! Be cheer up!"

Looking at Zhang Liang's strange nervousness made Bian Que suddenly feel a little funny. He knew that as Zhang Liang knew in his heart, Zhang Liang could not let him die here, otherwise they would probably never be able to resolve Ling Chi's crisis. But outside of this, he seemed to still feel that this person was really caring about his life and death. Haha, Zhang Liang was still so naive. Go back and worry about the life of the enemy.

He thought to himself that he had never seen such a person... wisdom merged with innocence. The wisdom that could calculate the mechanism and believe in beautiful innocence. But sooner or later he would abandon his innocence, because this world is more cruel than what he saw with wisdom. Just like himself, he abandoned kindness and kindness. Bian Que slowly moved his stagnant pupils and stared at Zhang Liang in front of him, with his stiff mouth slightly raised. He was smiling, and sneering at Zhang Liang with a weak breath.

When Zhang Liang saw Bian Que's slightly changed expression, he subconsciously felt that Bian Que had something important to say, so he bent down and approached Bian Que who was lying on the ground, and asked nervously. "What do you have to say? Slowly say. Have you thought of a way to save your life? What do you need me to do? You say." Bian Que looked at Zhang Liang silently, with a sneering expression on the corner of his mouth, and then he slowly moved his stiff body and wanted to lift his right hand hard.

After seeing Bian Que's intention, Zhang Liang immediately stretched out his hand and held Bian Que's right hand that he had just raised. Then Zhang Liang felt that Bian Que's hand was holding him tightly. At the same time, he vomited a faint breath and tried hard to "all...all end...all end!" Bian Que's voice was like cold drops of water, dripping on people's hearts with coldness.

Zhang Liang suddenly felt a shock when he heard Bian Que's words like last words. He was nervous and was thinking about what to use to stimulate Bian Que's weak survival consciousness so that he could resurrect from death. But at this moment, Zhang Liang, who had not yet spoken, saw a scene of shock, and his whole gaze suddenly stopped. The moment Bian Que's weak voice fell, his body, his chest and abdomen on his torso, and the entire middle body suddenly collapsed downwards.

The sinking was terrifying and strangely concave. It seemed that at that moment, some force had exhausted all the internal organs in his body, so his chest and abdomen could only collapse without support and press on his back. At this moment, the wound on Bian Que's chest no longer bleeds, but his body had become a more terrifying appearance than a dead person. His whole chest and abdomen were lying on the ground with collapsed, like a doll with cotton wool drained, lying dryly on the ground, and he could never stand up again.

It is impossible to survive again. "How could this happen? Why is this happening?!" Zhang Liang subconsciously exclaimed, and seeing the terrible scene in front of him made him feel his scalp numb. However, his powerful soul consciousness felt the terrible truth at this moment. In Bian Que's body, there were no internal organs! In that collapsed and cold body, there were no lungs, no stomach, no spleen, no kidneys, and even no heart!

Bian Que's body was completely empty, so it was all collapsed without support. But why? Why did Bian Que's internal organs disappear! Just by Liu Bang's sword, it would never be possible to cause such terrifying trauma, and Zhang Liang had never heard of it. What power could destroy all people in an instant - six years ago, Dong.

When the temperature dropped below zero, ice crystals began to form on the red eaves of the palace building, which were raindrops that once hung on the palace eaves. Some people say that every drop of frozen water contained the world and contained you. Under the pure sky, light white snowflakes fell, endless and endless. When a gust of cold wind blew, it was a song and dance of ice and snow.

In the winter of that year, the snow was particularly heavy. Xianyang Palace City, which rarely snowed, was covered with white snow, and frozen into a world covered with silver. Bian Que, who had just turned seventeen, was wrapped in a long white cotton jacket and walked on the snow amid an inch thick. At that time, he was very young, with soft hair still intact black.

After walking through the snow, Bian Que stepped onto the palace corridor, and after a while, he went to the largest palace in the Wei Palace. It was Xu Fu's bedroom and Blood Palace in the imperial city. During the years when the imperial doctors threatened the emperor and chaotic government, the entire Wei Palace in the Xianyang Palace City was Xu Fu's private territory.

Bian Que pushed open a corner of the palace gate, and the warm wind of charcoal fire immediately blew. In the center of the spacious palace, a furnace with strong flames was placed, and the fire charcoal was burning inside, which was stipulated that only the emperor could use.

In the side pavilion of the Blood Palace, Xu Fu, who was tall, was still wearing a long red-patterned black robe, standing beside a wide table, contemplating with a serious expression.
Chapter completed!