Chapter 2290

Samson could feel the aura of death wrapping itself around his throat. His eyes were already shut as he slowly waited to die. Sometimes, when a person knew they were at the brink of death, they would instead calm down. Samson was precisely in that state, although he really wanted to live on. He had a bright future ahead of him, after all. He was an internal disciple in the Thousand Leaves Pavilion. As long as he did not give up, he would be able to be a deacon in the Thousand Leaves Pavilion or even an informal elder. He had many possibilities. Yet, that was all about to go up in smoke. The smell was so dense it stunned him, and he suddenly heard, "Found him!" The next second, many wails filled Samson's ears. Samson suddenly opened his eyes, and the flowers in front of him seemed to have had their lives drawn out in front of him, wilting suddenly. As if decades had passed for them, the flowers turned to dust after they wilted, and a gentle breeze blew on Samson's eyes. Samson's b