When Shen Zui woke up, he found himself lying in his room.

The stiff bed board, familiar feeling.

The difference is that this time, Shen Xiaoming was sitting beside the bed.

When he saw Shen Xiaoming, he was sure of many things.

He weakly raised his hand and looked at his right wrist, where there was a bright red wound that had just been sutured.

The blood of his ancestors had been stripped away!

He took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and slowly closed his eyes. Use silence to digest all this misery.

When Shen Zui opened his eyes, Shen Xiaoming noticed it.

He was very surprised to see that Shen Zui ignored him and closed his eyes again.

With his blood stripped away, how could this guy be so calm?

He knew his grandson's personality. He was patient enough, but he would never choose to compromise or be cowardly. Otherwise, he would not fight with him in front of Old Sun.

With such a personality, he should have cursed him, not to mention jumping up and hitting him.

"Xiaozui, I know you are used to being alone, so you should live here in the future. I have already ordered that the family will improve your living conditions." After a pause, seeing that Shenzui still did not respond, and not angry, he continued: "As for the matter of the ancestral bloodline, only you and I know about it in the whole family. This is good for everyone. You will not be bullied by the clan members, and I will save a lot of trouble." Hearing this, Shenzui's heart was broken. Is this considered protecting himself? But he only felt a strong humiliation! "You have been in a coma for two days. I have told others that you are sick and have been taking care of you here. Don't worry, no one will know what happened." Shen Xiaoming stood up and looked outside the door: "Since you are awake and there is nothing wrong with your body, I will leave first. For things in life, just call Yu Bo." Shen Xiaoming walked to the door and suddenly turned back: "I think you don't want others to know about the bloodline more than I do." "Don't think about who can help you. No one can stop what the Golden Dragon Guard wants to do. It's good enough that you can save your life. If you are smart, it's best not to involve others." After saying that, he left without looking back. After the footsteps faded away. Shen Zui slowly opened his eyes. The originally clear eyes were now covered with bloodshot, and the pupils were dark red, like Shura. The whole face was pale and colorless, without any expression. His eyes just stared at the top of his head, motionless, without blinking. After a long time, the corner of his mouth twitched and he sneered: "Why don't you let me die!?"

The situation inside his body was horrible.

The blood was stripped, making his body extremely weak. Blood is the bridge to communicate with the heaven and earth's vitality. After the heaven and earth's vitality enters the body, it needs to be transmitted through the blood. Now that the blood is stripped, he clearly feels that his communication with the heaven and earth's vitality has become very blocked.

In this way, his cultivation speed will become extremely slow, even equivalent to not practicing!

In other words, now he has become a real waste.

The kind of waste that even ordinary people can't compare to!

At least, ordinary people with a little more strength are still equivalent to a cow. And what about himself? The body has lost the power of blood, and it only has the strength to hold chopsticks.

Thinking of what Shen Xiaoming said when he left, Shen Zui fell into despair.

To put it nicely, Shen Xiaoming may be protecting Shen Zui, because as long as the blood matter is exposed, he will have no place in the Shen family.

However, he does not think that the other party is protecting him. This is like forcing his father to betray ten years ago, and then letting himself stay in the clan for a reason, just to shut up others.

If the matter is exposed, it will have a great impact on the reputation of a family.

Of course, Shen Xiaoming will never be afraid of this matter being exposed. After all, the family lost some reputation, but in exchange for the trust of the Golden Dragon Guard. Moreover, the ancestral bloodline is still the Shen family. Losing him, Shen Zui, in exchange for the future of the entire family, this choice is not difficult.

Besides, when the family rises in the future, who dares to blame the Shen family for what they did? Since ancient times, the truth has been held in the hands of the strong. Who would reason with the weak?

Shen Zui raised his mouth miserably. The most important thing is that Wen Guang must not know about this matter. With Wen Guang's temper, he will definitely fight Shen Xiaoming desperately, but if he does so, he is very likely to offend the Golden Dragon Guard, and the anger of the Golden Dragon Guard is not something the Wen family can resist.

What about Wen Qingzhu?

If she is not told, she will live in the fantasy that both of them have a bright future, and this fantasy will always be shattered one day. When that moment came, he didn't know whether Qingzhu could accept such a reality.

But if he told her, she would definitely tell Wen Guang. This would implicate the entire Wen family.

"Perhaps, only death can bring relief?" Shen Zui murmured, and the weakness from his body made him feel like he had no desire to live.

"But I'm not willing to die like this!" Then, he said to himself again.

Yes, he was not willing.

A child would cry and make a fuss if someone took away his beloved things, but he was deprived of the most important ancestral bloodline!

If he just accepted his fate and died like this, he really couldn't accept it!

However, what could he do if he was not willing? He was having difficulty even moving now, and life was worse than death!

"Tsk tsk, little guy, it's quite miserable."

A voice suddenly sounded, a little ethereal, no joy could be heard, and no one knew where it came from.

"Hehe, it's quite miserable." Shen Zui replied to himself, and then immediately felt something was wrong: "Uh, who is talking?"

He turned his head with difficulty to look at the room, and there was no one around. Suspicious in his heart, was his body so weak that he even had auditory hallucinations?

Before the thought faded away, a puff of smoke rose up beside his bed, and in a few breaths, a "figure" slowly appeared in the swirling smoke.

The figure was hazy and could not be distinguished, but only the outline of a human figure could be vaguely seen. He was not tall, a bit like a child.

"Who are you?" The weak Shen Zui could not move, and his voice was trembling. He was scared when the smoke rose, and he was a little shocked when he remembered some sayings about people before they died. This guy, is he here to collect his soul?

Shen Zui, who was still thinking about death just now, found out when he really faced death that he was afraid of death and wanted to live. Because, there is hope only when you are alive.

The figure was hazy in the smoke, with his hands hanging strangely in front of his chest. From time to time, there was a golden light flashing at the position of his eyes, as if he was blinking.

After a while, the figure spoke, his voice was a little sharp, as if he was pinching his throat to speak: "The bloodline was extracted, and a seal was put into it. Tsk, who has such a big grudge against you, and hurt you like this?"

Shen Zui was stunned. Someone put a seal into his body? Why didn't he feel it at all?

As if seeing Shen Zui's doubts, the figure explained: "Someone has done something to your body, sealing half of your spiritual consciousness. In this case, you can no longer practice with the methods of this world."

Boom! Shen Zui's head was buzzing.

No wonder the vitality between him and the world is so poor! It turned out that half of his spiritual consciousness was sealed! He thought it was caused by the detachment of his ancestral bloodline, but he didn't expect...

Without thinking too much, he knew who did it. Shen Xiaoming and Sun Lao, one of the two.

What a good trick, this is to cut off even my last hope! His face was full of anger!

"How did you see this, senior?" In addition to being angry, he no longer had the fear he had before. He was afraid of death, because he was afraid that he would die unclearly, die aggrieved, and die worthlessly!

Even if he was going to die, he had to die clearly, right?

However, the figure did not answer him directly, but asked back: "Boy, just now I heard you want to die, and then you were unwilling to die, so do you want to die?"

Shen Zui was confused by the question, and then his eyes rolled, and he curled his lips and smiled bitterly: "Senior, if you can live well, who doesn't want to live? But, living like me is really meaningless. People live to be powerful, make a big fuss in the world, and have a good time. Instead of lying on the bed like I am now."

At that moment, Shen Zui figured out one thing.

The strange figure in front of him was definitely not here to take him away. He didn't believe that those who collected souls would ask you whether you wanted to die or not.

So, this person was not here to collect his own soul. And if he could ask such a question, he must have his own intention.

"Hehe, good boy, interesting." Sure enough, after listening to his words, the figure smiled and said, "Life should be about revenge, playing games, and letting anyone who is unhappy with you eat a stick. Only in this way can you live freely and interestingly."

The figure came closer to Shen Zui's face, with golden light flashing in his eyes: "Boy, how about worshipping me as your master and taking you to play games?"

Shen Zui was delighted, and he really guessed it right. Just now, when the figure mentioned his own problem, he sighed but did not feel much regret. Why did he only sigh and not feel regret? There is only one possibility, that is, the other party does not regard this as a problem at all.

Since it is not a problem, there must be a way to deal with it! So when the figure asked him if he wanted to die, Shen Zui took a gamble. He bet that this person had a way to help him! At least there was a way to get himself out of this bad situation!

Isn't it here? Become a disciple. He didn't know the strength of the figure, but he could appear quietly in the Shen family without being discovered, which meant he was at least at the same level as his grandfather Shen Xiaoming.

Shen Zui was satisfied to have a master in the Yuanling realm. The key is that he can solve his current problems!

However, he couldn't agree too readily.

"Alas," Shen Zui sighed and stared into the other's eyes: "Senior, you really think highly of me. I'm almost collapsed and it's hard for me to move. How dare I be so high as to become your disciple?"

"Hehe, you have a lot of ideas. You can't wait to become my disciple, right?" The figure exposed Shen Zui's thoughts without hesitation. The latter blushed and smiled awkwardly.

"However, I, Old Sun, am not an unjust person, so as long as you call me Master, I, Old Sun, will protect you in the future! Your current situation may be very difficult for you, but for me, it is just a piece of cake." The figure seemed to have a bit of ADHD, always jumping around when talking, and scratching his ears and cheeks with his hands. Like a monkey.

Unjust person? Shen Zui didn't understand what this person who called himself Old Sun meant.

But now is not the time to dwell on this point, the most urgent thing is to solve the problem of the body!

If this person can really solve his own problems, it is tantamount to letting himself be reborn, and it is not impossible to worship him as a master.

But...

Shen Zui smiled bitterly: "If the senior can really help me, I am naturally willing to worship the senior as a master. But in my current situation, it is difficult for me to even move, how can I perform this ceremony of worshipping a master?"

Hope is right in front of me, but I seem to be powerless. This feeling of not being able to control myself is really uncomfortable.

"Hahaha, it's okay, as long as you call me Master. You helped me, so I won't let my disciple be bullied like this." The figure seemed a little excited and danced with joy.

"Master! Please forgive me for not being able to perform the apprenticeship ceremony now. I will make up for it in the future!" Shen Zui spoke hurriedly. This life-saving straw must be grasped, no matter what will happen in the future!

At the same time, he was also wondering when he had helped the other party? In the past ten years in this Shen family, he hardly went out. He was struggling to make ends meet, so when did he help others?

"Good disciple! From now on, I will protect you!" After saying that, the figure pondered for a moment and continued, "Since you have already worshipped me as your master, you should know my name. However, there are many names for me in the world, and it may scare you if I tell you all of them. How about this, I like people to call me the Great Sage the most, so just remember that my name is Sun Dasheng, hahahaha, not bad, not bad."

While saying this, he jumped up again, looking very excited.

Sun Dasheng? It's really a strange title. There are many strong people in this world, and those Yuanhuang strong people also call themselves Benhuang or something. I have never heard of anyone who calls himself the Great Sage.

"Disciple remembers it." Although he was confused, Shen Zui could only remember it obediently. It is said that strong people have strange tempers, or it is because of self-esteem, and they always like to be different. He will not delve into such issues about the dignity of the strong.

But Shen Zui didn't know that what the figure in front of him said was true. Moreover, it was not his pride that was at work, as he thought. This title was earned by someone who had really beaten him with a stick in his hand.

"Well, just remember it." Sun Dasheng looked at Shen Zui, and in the dim light, only the golden light in his eyes was flashing: "Since you have already worshipped me as your master, I should help you get rid of the current situation, but there is a problem."

"What problem? Is the master also difficult?" Shen Zui was a little panicked. Did he make a wrong bet?

"Hey, it's not a question of whether it is difficult or not, but how you choose." Sun Dasheng shook his head, with golden light flashing in his eyes.

"My choice? Please tell me clearly, Master." Shen Zui was a little confused. What else could he choose?