Chapter 067 Chapter 67

"She Pianpian is dead?" Li Qingshan was a little surprised.

"It was suicide," Taylor nodded, hesitated and said, "She Pianpian was so seriously injured that she wouldn't live long, not to mention she hasn't been treated yet."

Li Qingshan nodded, thinking: "That's true."

"But there's something strange," Taylor took out something and handed it over, "This is what She Pianpian left after she died."

"Is this a piece of snake scale?" Li Qingshan blinked, took the thing and examined it carefully.

"Du Shuchong said that this thing can be used to make a disguised magic weapon. After it is successfully refined, you will have a demonic aura when you carry it, and others will not be able to easily tell that you are not a demon. If you are attacked, this thing can also protect you like armor." Taylor said with his eyes downcast.

"That's great," Li Qingshan looked at the scales over and over again, "Is this already successfully refined, or has it not yet started?"

Taylor smiled and said, "It has not started yet. After all, refining also takes time."

Li Qingshan nodded, "That's right."

He handed the scales to Taylor, "I'll give it back to you. Give it to me after it is refined. By then, if another snake comes to trouble me, maybe I can pretend to be one." Pretend to be a snake, not the target of the other party's revenge, to delay time.

Taylor put away his scales and nodded.

Not long after, Xie Zhenbao woke up, and they went to visit him.

"Where is this place?" Xie Zhenbao covered his head, squinted his eyes, and asked with a confused look on his face.

"This is the medical hall." Li Qingshan smiled at him.

"What happened before?" Xie Zhenbao looked at Li Qingshan carefully, and the expression on his face gradually collapsed, as if he had remembered it, but was unwilling to believe it was true.

"Before, you said you would give us gifts," Taylor sat next to him and looked at him, smiling, "You also recommended a dancer named She Pianpian, but She Pianpian wanted to kill my friend, and now she's dead. You were too emotional at the time and fainted. Don't

you remember anything?" Xie Zhenbao took a breath of cool air, his head ached slightly, and he couldn't help but cover his forehead, sweat beads oozed out of his forehead, frowned and asked: "Really? I don't remember much."

He shook his head, looked at Taylor nervously and anxiously, and asked in panic: "How did she die?"

Taylor looked at him very calmly and answered: "Suicide."

Xie Zhenbao nodded, and suddenly seemed to have received a reassurance pill, and breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Not bad." Suicide is better than being killed.

"Anything else you want to ask?" Taylor asked casually.

"I think I'm almost well now. Can I leave now? If I don't go home, people will worry." Xie Zhenbao said with blinking eyes.

"Of course you can," Taylor looked at him and smiled, "but you are in this state, I don't know if you can go back. It would be bad if you accidentally encounter danger. How about I send someone to take you back?"

Xie Zhenbao hesitated: "It's not a good idea, right? Your people don't know where I live."

Taylor looked at him with a smile, hinting: "You can show them the way, or are you worried about what will happen after they know where you live?"

"That's not the case," Xie Zhenbao hesitated, "Then can I leave today?"

Taylor smiled, "Of course, you can leave anytime you want. This is not a prison."

Xie Zhenbao nodded and said, "Thank you."

He hesitated, and added, "I won't talk nonsense when I go home."

Li Qingshan smiled, "You can't remember it, what else can you say?"

Xie Zhenbao blushed and said, "It's easy to talk nonsense if you can't remember it, but anyway, I won't."

Li Qingshan nodded, "Okay."

Xie Zhenbao immediately packed up and left. Taylor sent someone to escort him. Li Qingshan followed Du Shuchong to watch the forging process of the snake scales.

The forger looked at Li Qingshan and suddenly smiled and said, "You look like a good mold. Do you want to leave a mark here? After leaving the mark, if there is something to be made for you, we can make something according to that mark."

"It won't be too troublesome, right?" Li Qingshan asked hesitantly.

"No, no," the forger waved his hand like a palm-leaf fan, which was full of rough and thick old coils. His blackened face was reflected by the flames and turned red like blood. He smiled, "This is not the first time for us to do this. In fact, we are very familiar with it. If you are willing, just go through the process. It's very simple even if you do it alone."

Li Qingshan became interested and asked curiously, "Really? Then let me try."

The forger smiled and pointed him in a direction. There was a room with a slightly open door. It was dark inside, as if there was no light or fire.

"Go to that room," the forger saw him hesitate, walked to the door of the room and opened it a little for him. It was as dark inside as it was outside. "There is a coffin. You lie down in the coffin, and the door will close by itself. After a while, the door will open by itself. After the door opens, you come out, and there will be a mark inside the coffin that belongs only to you."

The forger smiled and looked at him with great expectation, but did not urge him, as if it was not too late for him to change his mind now.

Li Qingshan didn't want to go into the darkness at all, but he didn't want to give up such an interesting opportunity. He thought about it silently, then smiled, "Okay, I'll go in now."

The forger smiled encouragingly and approvingly, and said gently, "I'll wait for you outside. Don't be afraid. It's not dangerous at all."

Li Qingshan nodded, took a deep breath, walked over and pushed open the door. It was pitch dark in the room. He felt that his eyes had lost their function at that moment. He tilted his head and looked back. The light outside the room was the same as before he came in. After confirming that there was no difference between his eyes and before he came in, he slowly pushed the door, neither closing it nor opening it completely.

Afterwards he found an empty coffin and lay down in it. When he closed his eyes, he heard the coffin boards moving slowly, creaking, a little dull sound, and a strong woody aroma. He could also feel fine sawdust falling above his cheeks, some falling into his hair, some falling beside his ears, some falling into the gaps between his lips, and some falling in front of his nose, making his throat itchy and he couldn't help wanting to cough.

With a bang, the coffin door closed completely, and a strong stench suddenly filled the coffin, mixed with a little blood, as if a corpse that had lost a lot of blood and had been exposed in the wilderness for at least a month was suddenly lying in the coffin. The smell was nauseating.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but frown, his eyelashes trembled violently, he wanted to open his eyes to see if there was really a corpse lying beside him, but because he knew it was pitch black, he couldn't see anything even if he opened his eyes, so he tried hard to control his eyelids from opening.

As time passed, the stench in the coffin became stronger and stronger, and Li Qingshan almost vomited uncontrollably. He frowned, his body trembled slightly, and he tried his best to control his physiological reactions and barely maintained a calm state, but even with such efforts, he was like a salted fish hung under the eaves, gradually drying up and blackening, dripping dark yellow turbid wax.

Finally, there was a moment when he couldn't control himself and opened his eyes in the coffin. He thought he would see darkness, but in fact he saw a dismal white light.

He closed his eyes again, but the light did not disappear in front of his eyes. The color of the light gradually changed from dismal white to warm white, just like the color of a dead person's skin changed to the halo of God.

In a trance, he felt that he actually vaguely saw the entrance to heaven.

But he felt that this was impossible.

He laughed at himself in his mind.

Then he heard the sound of the coffin lid moving.

Creaking, creaking, creaking, but this time the sound of the coffin lid moving was accompanied by a strange animal cry, squeaking, and it sounded like a large group of mice crawling in from the gap between the open coffin lids.

Not sure if there was really a mouse or if he was just too nervous, Li Qingshan felt a lot of furry things moving around inside the coffin, and they were a little warm.

He opened his eyes and tried to get out through the crack in the coffin, but it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see how far the coffin lid was opened. He frowned.

The feeling of the warm furry things crawling up and down on the surface of his skin disappeared.

With a clang, the coffin lid fell down, and it must have been completely opened.

Li Qingshan tentatively reached out his hand, touched the edge of the coffin lid, and crawled out. Then he followed the path he remembered when he came here and walked to the door of the room.

When he stood at the door of the room, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He had not completely closed the door when he came in. Logically, there should be a ray of light coming in from outside the door. Even if he could not see any light in the room, he should be able to see the way to the door clearly when he walked to the door.

But he could not see any light now.

If he could not see any light, there was only one possibility, that is, he was facing the direction outside the door, but he turned around and there was no light in the whole room, not even the door.

This room seemed to have changed a little.

Li Qingshan tentatively reached out his hand and touched forward, but he did not touch the wall or the door. There was nothing in front of him, it was empty.

A huge, bleak white light suddenly shone from the side. Li Qingshan was dazzled by the light. He covered his face with his hands and tears fell.

"Welcome," a voice full of joy, like the hissing of a poisonous snake, said joyfully, "I specially prepared this room for you. Are you happy? Do you like it?"

Li Qingshan slowly opened his eyes.