Even so, it doesn't necessarily mean that we should not save him, and she didn't say how long it would take to save him?
He leaned over and listened. His father's heartbeat was already beating again. Although it was still weak, it would not be weaker.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ruiqing, you should also take a rest. Just listen to your father's heartbeat and stop wiping your face with a handkerchief."
If you don't try it, you won't be disappointed.
Stay up until dawn. As long as my father's heartbeat is still there, it means there is a chance.
Ruiqing and Ansheng really didn't dare to wipe it casually anymore, and they were very tired, so they went to take a nap.
Shen Fei couldn't stand it any longer. He felt quite exhausted mentally and physically. He couldn't help but close his eyes. The temptation was too great and he couldn't help it.
As soon as the upper and lower eyelids closed, it was as if they were glued together and could no longer be separated. I fell asleep all of a sudden without even hesitating.
The wind blew open the window sash a little, and a cool breeze poured in. Several people were unconscious and still slept deeply.
The wind swirled and blew away the things in the house.
Suddenly it was pitch dark.
A shadow, darker than the night, drifted in slowly without making any sound. It drifted towards the inner room, stopped beside the bed, and leaned over to reach the person in front of him.
But no matter how long it took, the old man murmured in his sleep, "Zi Jun!"
The shadow was startled for a moment, paused, and then let out a cold snort and a "pop" sound. It turned out to be it slapping the old man in the dark night.
After some time, Mr. Shen suddenly opened his eyes, "Zijun?"
This time his voice was clear and he grabbed the hand of the person next to him fiercely.
It's smooth to the touch and soft as if it's boneless.
Although it was pitch black and couldn't be seen clearly, the faint and soft fragrance was her scent.
He opened his eyes greedily, hoping to see her, "Zijun, Zijun... Am I in the underworld? Have I finally seen you? Zijun, please forgive me. I..."
There was another "pop" sound, and Mr. Shen was beaten until his head was dazed and stars were shining in his eyes.
"Yes, it's you?"
He seemed to have been woken up and realized that he was no longer in the underworld. His voice was confused and disappointed, and he loosened his grip on his hands.
The black figure snorted again, and just as he was about to say something, a clear voice came from outside, "Senior sister, is it you? Master asked me to take you back."
The black shadow shook violently, knocked the old man over with a palm, and floated towards the window.
There was an overwhelming sound outside the window. She was suddenly shocked and took a few steps back, feeling her blood surge.
