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Even now, she still could not believe that the situation would turn out like this. She could not believe the words of Hua Qianlou, who had just been making her happy, and now that she was submerged in the lake, she could still clearly remember the words that Hua Qianlou said in the car. He said that he would never abandon her and would never abandon her again.

"You bastard, why did you lie to me? You said this before, unless I leave you, you definitely won't leave me. You just said that, how did you forget? How did you break it? You bastard, come back …" Tong Mengyao sat powerlessly on the grass as she stared dumbfoundedly at the surface of the lake, which was constantly rippling. On the surface of the lake, there seemed to be traces of dark red blood, as if a handsome smile that she would never forget for the rest of her life was overflowing …

He could clearly feel that the life energy was disappearing bit by bit. His consciousness was gradually leaving his body and floating towards the Underworld that no one knew.

Hua Qian Xun wanted to struggle, but in the face of death, he could only struggle as hard as he could. He could only vaguely see that above his body, in the white lake water, a line of blood was drawn out.

After an unknown period of time, when Hua Qianlou thought that he had died, he strangely discovered that his consciousness was still stuck in his body. Although it was very weak, death did not seem to have completely engulfed him.

If he had not experienced it personally, Hua Qianlou would never have known that Swan Lake was so deep, he didn't even know how long he had been submerged in water. In short, in his blurry vision before him, the water was no longer as bright as it was before, and in the darkness of the lake, there seemed to be something approaching him. At this moment, Hua Qianlou didn't have any ability to struggle at all and could only quietly wait for death to descend.

How could a snake have legs?

After that, he felt a huge, nauseating, suffocating stench approaching him, and immediately after, he felt a huge power wrapping around his body, causing him to be in complete darkness. He did not expect that the stench would be so terrible, and before he died, he thought, maybe this is the punishment that the Heavens have given him, who asked him to hurt the hearts of so many girls in the past!

He didn't know how long he had been here, but when he regained consciousness, he felt like vomiting. It was too tiresome, and the stench of corpses filled him with a strong killing intent that would suffocate anyone who smelled it.

"Where is this? Is this the Netherworld? The Infernal Realm?"

He believed that he would not be qualified to go to heaven if he died. He wanted to go to hell, and the legends said that hell was like this, full of fear and yin energy. That kind of aura was something that humans could not adapt to and endure.

Very quickly, Hua Qianlou felt something pressing firmly on his face, as if it was still warm and viscous. It stuck to his face, pressing down on his mouth and nose, making him unable to breathe. It was extremely uncomfortable.

Now that he had regained some of his consciousness, Hua Qianlou suddenly remembered that he had smelled this disgusting scent before. It was as if a giant, strange snake had swam towards him before he had completely sunk into the lake and lost consciousness. Then, he had smelled this smell.

As his consciousness continued to recover, Hua Qianlou's thoughts became clearer and clearer. Very quickly, he realized that breathing was extremely difficult, but because he had practiced the Shaoyang Sutra, the unique breathing exercise allowed all the pores on his body to breathe. Even if his mouth and nose couldn't breathe, he could still maintain a certain degree of balance in his body.

The piercing pain from his chest did not scare Hua QianXun. Instead, he was overjoyed. Since he could feel the pain and remember so many things, especially the fact that the Shaoyang Scripture operated on its own, did all of this mean that he was still alive?

The desire to live made him forget about the pain and he seemed to be filled with energy. The first thing he wanted to know was if he was really alive, and if he was, where was he?

He tried to open his eyes with all his might, but soon his eyes were covered by an incredibly thick mass of something. It was hot, sticky, and slightly disgusting, but it made Hua Qianlou feel unusually comfortable. He tried to move it a few times and felt weak.

Even though he had just recovered a bit of strength, Hua Qianlou was still unable to move his body. However, he was certain that he was still alive. Furthermore, he seemed to be living inside that huge snake's stomach.

The ninja's blade had pierced through its chest, but for some reason, it did not seem to die. Furthermore, after sinking into the lake, it was actually swallowed by a strange long snake, and before it was devoured, the snake did not crush its body. Or rather, when the snake was eating, it had swallowed it alive, so there was no need to chew.

However, this snake was too strange. It actually had a red crown and claws. Could it be that it wasn't a snake, but some other strange creature?

According to the memories of Hua Qianlou and Chu Yunfei, it seemed that the legendary python would turn into a dragon after cultivating to the Exquisite Realm, and the dragon would become a spiritual and powerful creature. It was said that the dragon could turn into a true dragon after cultivating!

Of course, all of this was just a legend. Some of the things recorded in the wits of some strange novels didn't have much credibility. However, based on Hua Qianlou's memories of this strange snake's appearance, he could only associate it with the legendary Flood Dragon.

What he was most worried about right now was whether he would be digested by it. The feeling of being tightly bound reminded him of the disgusting blood-red and smelly stuff in the belly of the giant snake. These things should have a strong corrosive ability, being able to digest all the food that came in, and if he stayed here for too long, would he be digested and corroded?

He now knew that he was still alive, and since he was not yet dead, his instinct to survive was once again activated. In his mind, he was constantly thinking of a way to escape, and after many tries, he was now completely in a narrow space, squeezed by the monster's stomach, unable to move at all, and without any ability to struggle at all.

He knew that what he needed the most now was to recover his physical strength, to heal his wounds. Otherwise, if he continued to struggle aimlessly like this, he would eventually die of exhaustion. The only hope he had was to recover enough strength to leave his abdomen before his body was corroded.

After calming down, Hua QianXun silently followed the breathing technique of the Shaoyang Scripture, and gradually, he completely entered the state of cultivation, reaching an unprecedented level of clarity. He forgot the passage of time, and also forgot the danger he was in.

Time passed second by second, and Hua Qianlou was completely immersed in his cultivation. He did not know how time had passed, nor did he remember where he was at the moment. He only felt comfortable and at ease, and he could faintly feel that the fatal wound on his body was no longer as painful as it was before.

In less than an afternoon, the news of the murder of Spiritshadow by the Swan Lake had already spread throughout the city. With the help of various media outlets, Playboy Hua Qianlou had been repaid with the murder of Ghost Shadow by the internet, and the news of him being killed in the lake had spread like wildfire, because the crime was involved, and the deceased was also the young master of the Hua family. As the matter was strange, the Public Security Bureau immediately issued an order to solve it no matter what, and according to the narration of the witnesses present here, the murder case was not done intentionally.

Most of them were well-received, and the details of Hua Qianlou's' death 'was quickly made available on the internet. When the citizens found out that this person had committed countless disasters at such a young age, they all thought that death was a form of retribution, and some people also believed that although Hua Qianlou had harmed quite a few girls, he was still an eighteen year old youth, and the punishment for his death was too heavy for him.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three months had passed, but the blood incident at Swan Lake was not solved, and people had gradually forgotten about it as well, and Hua Qianlou's father, Hua Hua Hua Yun, and her mother, Shao Meilin, were still immersed in the pain of losing their son. Especially Shao Meilin, she had just given birth to a son of her own, and now that her precious son had died like that, how could she not be sad?

Other than her parents being sad for him, there was nothing that was saddest for Tong Mengyao. She had been secretly in love with him for more than two years, and now that they had gotten to know each other, and had just fallen in love, it just so happened that she had died. That day, she had immediately asked the people who were playing by the lake for help, and it was also with her efforts that her grandfather had used his powerful network of connections to mobilize the rescue and scout teams, but he was still unable to save her life.