Fan Shen held his eyelids in difficulty, looking at his fingers to calculate what meaningful things he had done in his life. As a result, before counting the five fingers that were as thin as chopsticks, he sighed and gave up the job sadly. The smell of the potions in the ward was always so pungent. The old man on the bed next to him had already reported it to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva two days ago. It would be his turn in a few days. He had some strange disease, myasthenia gravis, which is the kind of disease that is particularly suitable for the male protagonist of a romance novel. It is said that he has no medical treatment and will not move anything on the day he burp in the future, and only tears can flow.

"But I'm not the male protagonist of a romance novel." Fan Shen murmured, but because the muscles on both jaws were useless, it turned into a series of vague murmurs. He looked at his middle finger and felt very sympathetic, "I'm still a virgin."

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He has never done anything meaningful in his life, except helping his grandmother cross the road, giving up seats on the bus, getting along with neighbors, and helping his classmates cheat in exams... Fan Shen is a useless man in the traditional sense. His parents have long passed away, so he is left alone in the hospital alone, waiting for the day when his life ends.

"There is no good reward for good people."

In a quiet night, Fan Shen seemed to be able to clearly capture his throat muscles and slowly relax, and he could no longer tighten them. His respiratory muscles gradually spread out as weakly as rubber bands that had lost their elasticity. The clean nurse in the hospital didn't know where he ran. An aunt next to him was talking with compassion in her eyes.

"Is this going to die?"

The fear of death and the desire for the taste of life made him feel unprecedentedly complicated. The one who sent him off was not the cute little nurse he had been looking forward to for a long time, but this Obasan, which undoubtedly added to the sadness in Fan Shen's heart. He was sad and miserable. His eyes drooped, and he looked at the black cloth blocking the sun on the ward window, feeling that life was really lonely like shit.

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...

It was miserable and miserable, and a drop of wet liquid slid from the corner of his eyes.

Fan Shen was a little sad, and stretched out his tongue and licked the liquid that had fallen from the corner of his eyes to his lips, but was surprised to find that his tears were not only salty, but also had a little fishy smell. Could it be that because he rarely took a shower in the hospital, even his tears began to smell? He couldn't help but curse in his heart: "I told you to cry, and I told you to cry, but I really thought it was the male protagonist of a romance novel?"

But he immediately found something was wrong. Why could his tongue stick out his lips to lick his tears? According to the doctor, his tongue had long lost its ability to move. Now his only function is to easily slide into the esophagus and block his respiratory tract, thus becoming a rare genius in the world who swallowed his tongue and committed suicide. Then he found that it became easier for him to open his eyes, his vision was very broad, and his vision became much better than before he became sick. The scenery in front of him was clear, and something made of bamboo was standing in front of him.

Fan Shen, who was originally in a daze, suddenly saw a scene that shocked him through those bamboo pieces. More than a dozen men in black who were full of the feeling of killing were slashing towards him with sharp weapons! He had no time to argue for a moment whether this was a dream or a strange experience before death. He subconsciously shrank his head and covered his hands in front of him. If any ordinary person had the same choice as an ostrich.

Hesitate...numerous sounds of breaking through the air sounded!

Then there were countless muffled groans, and then there was a quietness. After a while, Fan Shen felt something was wrong. He carefully separated the palms on his face and looked out secretly. The basket made of bamboo pieces divided the space in front of him into countless pieces. Looking through these holes, you can clearly see more than a dozen dead bodies lying on the ground, blood flowing on the ground, and the smell of fishy smell soared into the sky.

Fan Shen was frightened. Everything he saw in front of him was too real, which made him unable to come back for a moment. Then, he suddenly thought of the hand on his face. Could it be that his hand could move? Could it be that his illness was really cured? Then what was going on in front of him? Is this just a dream? After waking up from the dream, he was still the useless man who was lying on the hospital bed and could not move, and could only wait for death?

If that's true, it's better not to wake up in this dream. At least your hands can move and your eyes can blink. He thought sadly and touched his wet face with his hands. When he took back his hand, he found that his hands were covered with blood. It turned out that the wet liquid dripping from the corner of his eyes just now was unknown who splashed the blood on his face. Fan Shen looked at his hands blankly, shouting in his heart. This was definitely not his hand! In front of him, there were a pair of extremely white and tender, extremely cute little hands stained with blood, and it looked like a white lotus blooming in the Shura field. It was definitely not a small hand that an adult should have!

The continuous emotional impact surged into Fan Shen's mind, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Countless questions and incomparable fear occupied his body and mind.

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This year was the 57th year of the Qing Dynasty. The war to lead a large army to conquer the Western barbarians was not over yet. Earl Sinan was also in the army, and the Empress Dowager and the Elderly Council were in power in Kyoto. On this day, a fire broke out in the Taiping Villa on the banks of Liujing River outside Kyoto. A group of night walkers rushed into the villa under the fire, killed people when they saw them, and committed a shocking bloody case.

A young servant in the villa led his little master to break out of the siege at night and was chased by a group of murderers in night clothes. The two sides fought to the intersection outside the city and headed south. However, the ambushed masters did not expect that this disabled young man was actually an unfathomable strong man. Behind the hills, there were reinforcements from the other side. The identities of these reinforcements made these people very scared!

"Black Knight!" The murderers who were shot dead by crossbow arrows fell in a pool of blood and cried out in a mournful voice. Reinforcements were riding on horses, wearing black armor, reflecting the moonlight in the sky, and emitting a dark soul-devouring luster. All the cavalry were holding hard crossbows that were only allowed in the army. The light crossbows had fired quickly before, and most of the killers had been killed.

Among the black cavalry guards was a middle-aged man sitting in a carriage, pale face and sparse beards on his chin. He looked at the young servant with a child in the field, nodded, and then patted his palms gently.

Applause is a signal of attack!

The cavalry divided into a team, like a sickle in the dark, and rushed into the team of killers with heavy casualties without any mercy. Suddenly, a mage in the team of killers raised his staff and began to chant spells. Everyone in the field could feel some unknown energy fluctuations began to gather around the hills. The middle-aged man on the carriage frowned slightly, and there was no movement. A black shadow jumped out beside him, floating quickly in the night sky like a falcon.

With a crisp sound, the wizard's chanting stopped abruptly, and his head flew high, blood was like rain.

The middle-aged man sitting in the carriage shook his head: "These mages from the west always don't understand that in front of the real strong man, the spells are just like the Prime Minister's pen and they will not work."

Dozens of stern black cavalry confirmed the safety of the surroundings, clenched their right fists and made a gesture, reporting that the killers around had been cleared. The cavalry team separated, and the carriage inside slowly moved forward and came to the young servant. The middle-aged man on the carriage was in a wheelchair with the help of his subordinates. The middle-aged man with poor legs pushed the wheelchair under him and slowly approached the center of the field. The young man who had been straight as a gun. Looking at the bamboo basket behind the young servant, a hint of redness finally appeared on his pale face:

"After all, nothing happened."

The man carrying the bamboo basket covered his face with a black cloth belt, and a black iron rod that looked like a sword but not a sword in his hand. Blood slowly dripped from the iron rod. There were many dead bodies beside him. The dead bodies were masters of ambushing, and there were blood spots left on the throat of the corpse, which seemed to be fatal to one blow.

"I need you to explain this matter to me." The man with a black cloth tape on his eyes said coldly, without a trace of trembling or emotion in his speech.

The gentle expression on the face of the middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair disappeared as soon as he appeared: "I will naturally give you an explanation, and I must give you an explanation to the master."

The young servant covered in a black cloth strap nodded and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going to take this child?" said the middle-aged man in a wheelchair coldly: "You are blind, can you let the young master wander around the world with you?"

"This is the young lady's flesh and blood."

"This is also the master's flesh and blood!" said the middle-aged man in the wheelchair coldly, "I promise to find a safe place for the master in Kyoto."

The man shook his head and pulled the black cloth strip on his face.

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair knew that the other party could not order him except to listen to the lady, so he sighed and persuaded: "The things in Kyoto will definitely be calmed when the master comes back. Why do you have to take him away?"

"I don't trust your master."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if he was disgusted by the other party's words. After a while, he said, "You can do these things with children drinking milk and literacy?" He sneered, "Blind, what else do you do besides killing people?"

The man was not angry and gently pushed the bamboo basket behind him: "Lacupuncture, you only seem to be able to kill people."

The middle-aged man smiled gloomy: "This time, the only ones who took action were the princes and nobles in Kyoto. When the master comes back, I will naturally start to clean them up."

The blind boy shook his head.

The middle-aged man gently stroked his hand in the wheelchair, as if guessing what the other person was afraid of. After a moment, he frowned and said, "I know what you are afraid of, but in this secular world, except for the father of the child who can protect him, who else has the ability to protect him from that unknown danger?"

The blind boy suddenly spoke, his voice still had no emotion: "A new identity, a life without interruption."

The middle-aged man thought about it and nodded with a smile.

"where?"

"Danzhou Port, where the master's mother lives now."

After a while of silence, the blind boy finally accepted the arrangement.

The middle-aged man smiled and pushed the wheelchair to the blind boy, stretched out his hands to pick up the child in the bamboo basket, looked at the child's cute little face like a snow-carved ice sculpture, and sighed: "It looks exactly the same as his mother, so beautiful."

He suddenly laughed and said, "This little guy will definitely have a future when he grows up."

His subordinates stood silently in the distance, and suddenly heard the adult laughing so happily. Although he was still motionless, he was very shocked in his heart. He didn't know what important person this child was.

"Um?"

The blind boy turned his head and reached out to pick up the child. Although he was simpler than ordinary humans, he was unwilling to let the baby's face in the basket be too close to the hand of the poisonous snake. At the same time, he used a monosyllable word to express pure polite questions. The middle-aged man smiled and looked at the child's face, but there was a slight scent in his smile, which was particularly frightening:

"A child who is only two months old can actually reach out to wipe the blood from his face. After experiencing such a terrifying thing tonight, he can sleep so well. It's really worthy of being..."

His voice suddenly became very low, ensuring that his subordinates could not hear the words he said later: "...the child of the Heavenly Maiman."

This middle-aged man held great power in Kyoto and his methods were extremely cruel. Whenever an official who committed the crime fell into his hands, he would reveal the truth within two days and his eyes were even more vicious. However, even such an extraordinary person did not realize that the child was not sleeping sweetly, but was frightened and fainted.

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The heavenly vein means the heaven, and the vein refers to the blood.

The meaning of the Heavenly Vein is to refer to the bloodline left by heaven on earth. In the legends in this world, every few hundred years, a bloodline left by heaven on earth begins to wake up.

This bloodline may represent a powerful and irresistible combat power. For example, the general in the distant ancient country of Nas, with his personal courage and combat power, assassinated most members of the primitive parliament of the barbarians with his personal courage and combat power. Some heavenly veins will also show great talent in art or wisdom, such as the Western Great Master Boer who had just died for three hundred years and his wife, playwright Fu Bo. Naturally, no one can prove that they are the bloodline left by God who favored the suffering world. But in fact, these people brought peace and many other things to the world. Moreover, all heavenly veins disappeared without a trace, and no one or even the country could detect clues. They just appeared suddenly and disappeared suddenly. Except for some obscure records, they did not leave anything that could prove their existence.

The middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair is one of the very few people who know that this kind of vision of the Heavenly Vein Man does exist. For some reason, after Fan Shen died, his soul came to this world, and this is how... incredibly reborn in the body of a baby, and the baby's father or mother was actually the mysterious Heavenly Vein Man on the mainland.

At dawn, the battlefield had been cleaned up, and the carriage slowly walked on the stone road to the east. Behind the carriage, a team of black cavalry and a pale middle-aged man sitting on a wheel formed a very charming picture. The carriage hurt the stone, and waved the waves, awakening the baby lying flat on the soft silk mat.

The baby's eyes left the faces of those who saved their lives in a daze, looking at the front of the carriage, and the sight was not as clear as ordinary babies. It was extremely clear but unable to focus, but there was a few slight ignorance. No one knew that such a tender little body actually accommodated a soul from a different world. At the same time, the curtain of the car drifted with the oncoming wind, revealing the green mountains outside the car and the long stone road that retreated quickly, like countless pictures, constantly rewinding.
Chapter completed!