Shen Ling opened his eyes and looked at the scarlet table and chairs in front of him, his eyes were slightly suspicious.

Is this acting?

He slowly got up from the bed, his weak body prevented him from getting down to the ground successfully, instead he made a dull sound.

pain!

Shen Ling lay on the bed and gave up struggling.

After a while, a memory that did not belong to him merged into his soul.

His name is Shen Ling!

He is the eldest son of the wealthy Shen family in Qihua City.

Originally, as a rich second-generation, Shen Ling was neither arrogant nor domineering. Instead, he liked to study poetry and scriptures without making any statements.

A week ago, Shen Ling, who was in good health, suddenly fell ill with an inexplicable illness.

In just one week, Shen Ling's body lost weight rapidly.

Officially died three quarters ago.

Shen Ling took over.

"Are you passing through..."

Lying on the bed, Shen Ling looked at his palm.

This does not look like the palm of a young man, but more like the palm of an old man.

The blood vessels are prominent, the skin is wrapped around the bone, and it is very weak at first sight.

Shen Ling looked at the window, thinking in his heart.

His current physical condition is very poor. If he doesn't find out why he is sick and why he is like this, he probably won't be able to live for long.

"Ugh."

Sighing, Shen Ling couldn't think of anything.

How about crossing over?

Wait to die.

During this helpless waiting for death, Shen Ling closed his eyes calmly, but saw a time number in the dark.

5:48.

Shen Ling silently counted for thirty seconds, and the time became 5:47.

This is... the countdown!

Shen Ling didn't know what the end of the countdown meant, but he just had to wait patiently for a while, and then it would be clear.

Anyway, he has nowhere to go.

Not long after.

The door was gently pushed open.

A maid in a green dress walked in cautiously with a basin.

Eyes facing each other.

The maid looked at Shen Ling and said, "Eldest Young Master, are you awake? Is there any discomfort? Do you need me to call Master?"

"I'm okay."

Shen Ling spoke slowly, his voice slightly weak.

The maid looked at Shen Ling and said softly, "Then I'll go get the eldest young master hot food."

"No need to."

Shen Ling shook his head slightly, "Pour me a glass of water."

The maid nodded, poured a glass of water for Shen Ling, and protected Shen Ling to drink it.

"Cough cough."

After taking a sip of water, Shen Ling choked slightly.

Now my body has reached the point where I would choke if I drink water slowly. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as terminally ill.

But Shen made himself clear that his body was not sick at all.

After drinking water, Shen Ling lay back on the bed.

It was obviously at night, but he could die at any time and couldn't sleep at all.

In this way, he lay alive until dawn, until the countdown reached zero.

"Ding-"

'Welcome to Perseverance and Effort 3.0. ’

'Name: Shen Ling. ’

'Age: 17. ’

'Gong method: None. ’

'Status: Poisoned. ’

Shen Ling looked at the subtitles and was suddenly stunned.

However, when he saw the word poisoning in the status column, his heart suddenly sank.

He knew that his body was not sick, but he never thought it was poison.

In his memory of Shen Ling, the master of the Shen family had obviously seen a lot of doctors for him, but no one said it was poisoning, all of them said it was a strange disease.

Here comes the problem.

Shen Ling looked at the status bar and pondered over and over in his mind.

Although he knew that he was currently in a state of poisoning, how to detoxify and save his life was still a difficult problem.

Unless, he finds the poisoner!

It didn't take long for Shen Ling to think of someone who might poison him.

That person is none other than the mistress of the Shen residence, and also the stepmother of Shen Ling, the current Mrs. Shen.

Mrs. Shen was married to the mansion for twelve years and gave birth to a young son to Master Shen.

The youngest son is very much liked by Master Shen.

Normally, even if it is a stepmother, Mrs. Shen would not poison him.

However, Mr. Shen's current health is not good, and he may die at any time.

Once that happens, the Shen family will be taken over by Shen Ling.

Mrs. Shen is probably for the family property.

Shen Ling was a little sad.

Even the previous Shen Ling never thought about targeting Mrs. Shen and her children, but she didn't expect that Mrs. Shen wanted his life and all the assets of the Shen family.

This woman is so cruel.

Good trick!

Although she felt a little chill just thinking about it, Shen Ling also knew that there was no way for Mrs. Shen to admit that she was poisoned based on her own guesses.

There is no basis for the empty words, and Mrs. Shen can even bite back and say it is slander.

what to do…

Shen Ling looked at his palm, so powerless.

He had difficulty even getting out of bed, how could he get out of this predicament?

Does it depend on persistence and hard work 3.0?

This golden finger is unreliable from the name.

"Ugh."

Sighing, Shen Ling's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a bookshelf not far away.

He remembered that Shen Ling liked books before. Whether it was poetry, scriptures, or weird and supernatural, as long as it was a book, Shen Ling had a wide range of interests.

Then, is there something that can be cultivated?

At least give him some strength.

"Little Ring."

Shen Ling made a weak voice and called out the maid's name.

Although the bookshelf was only a few steps away from him, the distance of just a few steps seemed like a moat.

"Eldest young master, what's the matter?"

Hearing Shen Ling's call, Xiaohuan, who was cleaning up the house over there, ran over immediately, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com asked nervously.

Shen Ling pointed at the books and said softly, "Help me bring those books here."

"Oh."

Seeing that Shen Ling was fine, Xiaohuan breathed a sigh of relief.

She went directly to the bookshelf, picked up a few books, and placed them in front of Shen Ling's bed.

The eldest young master loves books.

As Shen Ling's personal maid, Xiaohuan is very aware of Shen Ling's love of books.

However, the eldest young master, who is so obsessed with books as his life and indifference to the world, was tortured by illness and became inhuman and his face was thin.

Thinking of this, Xiaohuan's eyes turned red.

"Why are you crying?"

Shen Ling glanced at Xiaohuan, "Girls are from a family, they don't look good when they cry."

"Well, Xiaohuan doesn't cry."

Xiaohuan nodded and wiped away her tears.

Shen Ling then looked down at the ancient books in front of him, and quickly recalled the contents of these books.

This is not, this is not...

Under the command of Shen Ling, Xiaohuan diligently carried the books for Shen Ling to check.

"stop."

When Xiaohuan put an ancient book in front of Shen Ling, Shen Ling suddenly spoke.

There are only three words on the cover of this ancient book - "Longevity Gong".

In Shen Ling's memory, because of the obscureness and incomprehension of this longevity exercise, he had studied it hard for a while, but it was in vain, and he achieved nothing for a few months.

Shen Ling opened the "Longevity Gong" and looked at the words.

He clearly knew all the words individually, but he couldn't read them together.

Shen Ling closed his eyes.

His only hope now is that the golden finger can play a role.

At this moment, Shen Ling was a little nervous.