When Song Tianyang woke up, he found himself lying on the bed.
The candles in the room were extinguished by someone unknown, and only a few pale moonlight came in through the window, making the room look extremely cold.
The sound of the wind was like the howling of evil spirits, and there were also a few shouts of "there is a sneak attack by demons" in the wind.
Demon clan?
After returning to his senses, Song Tianyang's body trembled slightly when he thought of the demonic energy that hit him before he fell into coma, and he couldn't help but become frightened.
His Dantian was destroyed and he was already a disabled person. What if the demons found this place and wanted to kill him?
Yes, snow coat. And snow coat.
Shi Qinghua relied on snow coats to restore his cultivation, so he can definitely do the same.
In the darkness, Song Tianyang groped out of bed and leaned towards the cabinet where the snow coat was stored.
The soft and comfortable snow jacket was held tightly in Song Tianyang's hand. He was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath, and quickly put the snow jacket on.
How did Shi Qinghua restore his cultivation through snow coat?
Song Tianyang frowned, with thoughts in his eyes. Suddenly, an idea flashed, and the scene of Shi Qinghua wearing a snow coat and covered in blood appeared in front of his eyes.
Yes. Injured, definitely injured.
Song Tianyang seemed to have grasped something important, turned around and threw himself in front of the desk, taking out a dagger that shone with cold light.
As a disciple of Qianjian Peak, Song Tianyang has a distinguished status. No matter what he does, someone will naturally rush in front of him to hurt him and protect him from disasters, so he has not suffered any serious injuries.
It happened that he met Shi Qinghua, and she caused his Dantian to become disabled. Now he actually wants to injure himself in order to restore his cultivation.
Song Tianyang gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead jumped. Finally, he made up his mind, raised the dagger and stabbed himself in the abdomen.
Blood flowed out, and Song Tianyang's body suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground. He gasped hard and deliberately did not stop the bleeding, waiting to unravel the mystery of the snow coat through injury and restore his cultivation.
At this moment, the door suddenly creaked. Song Tianyang was instantly alert and looked towards the door: "Who is it?" However, when the creaking sound disappeared instantly, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the door was blown by the wind.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, the door was suddenly kicked open by someone, and the sound of biting wind instantly poured into the door. In the moonlight pouring down from the door, a tall man stood.
Song Tianyang's vigilant gaze disappeared in an instant and turned into a look of deep disdain. He even curled his lips and asked, "Why are you here? Do you think the lesson I gave you...ahem...isn't enough?"
The man took action very quickly. Before Song Tianyang could finish his sentence, he was grabbed by the neck and lifted into the air. Even Song Tianyang didn't see clearly how he took action.
"You... better let go... let go of me now, otherwise when I... my cultivation level recovers... you are... good-looking." Song Tianyang's face turned purple and he was breathing hard, but his words were still so arrogant.
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The man who was holding his neck moved his eyes downwards and landed on the familiar snow jacket on his body. A hint of sarcasm suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Restore your cultivation? You don't have that chance."
As he spoke, a large ball of black mist condensed in his hand. The mist replaced his hand and wrapped tightly around Song Tianyang's neck, lifting him higher and higher.
"You...you are a demon."
Song Tianyang finally reacted, but only received a sarcastic smile from the man. Then the man's jade-like palm gently turned, and Song Tianyang's neck was broken by the mist.
Song Tianyang's body fell limply to the ground, his face was full of ferocity, and his eyes that had not been closed until his death reflected the other person in the room.
His expression was cold and disdainful, as if he had just dealt with a piece of garbage. He raised his hand, and then countless black flying insects flew out of his sleeves and flew to Song Tianyang, eating his flesh and blood.
The flying insects stopped mid-gnawing, and one after another got into Song Tianyang's body to build nests and lay dormant.
After taking one last look at the body, the man left without hesitation.
The body lying in the middle of the room, illuminated by the moonlight, looks like a tool to reveal who the murderer is, and also like a trap to attract people to investigate. This chapter has been completed!