The name of the madman is Liu Daocheng. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Evil spirits attack the weakest points of the human psyche, and even memories that have been forgotten because they are too painful can be restored to the point of incomparably real by evil spirits. In fact, this can be used as proof that the pain never goes away, but only can't be remembered for a while. What his weakness is, the madman has never been able to remember, and he has always been very clear. The moment he was bitten by an evil spirit, he was mentally prepared.

Sure enough, after a period of earth-changing changes, the madman found himself shrunk to the level of his childhood, sitting at a blackened dining table. There were all kinds of food on the table, all of which were his favorite dishes. The woman to his left is his mother, a rural woman who has the industrious qualities to make a madman learn all his life. To his right is his father, who has many shortcomings, and whose blood ties cannot be severed.

There is another person on the opposite side of the madman, but he can't see it really, maybe he didn't see it back then, maybe it's because the level of evil spirit evolution is not enough. He couldn't remember it himself, and he didn't want to remember it all in detail.

"Daocheng, what's wrong with you?" the madman's mother gave him a piece of meat, and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you the most fond of meat?" As she said she glanced at the madman's father with a smile on her face, and said to the madman, "Your father got it after running a long way today, and today is your birthday, so be happy." ”

Seeing that the madman was still stunned, the madman's father was on fire, and he was already drunk and raised his hand, which was to reward him with a burst of chestnuts, and scolded in his mouth: "Little rabbit cub, the taste is raised, don't give me food quickly." If you don't eat it, I'll eat it!"

Feeling the real pain on his forehead, the madman suddenly wanted to cry, he wanted to pick up the bowl and say sorry to his parents. But he knew that he couldn't do that, and Shen Tu told him that once he was involved in the illusion by the evil spirit, he must not follow the rhythm of the other party, and he must find out the flaws in the illusion. If you want to cultivate the Tao, you must first cultivate your mind, but the madman has never relaxed his cultivation of his own mind for a moment. So to this point, he can not be as autonomous as he is in a dream. So he raised his head and said coldly to the vague black figure in front of him, "Your tricks are outdated for me, show your true form, evil spirit." ”

However, the vague figure in front of him directly fluctuated and disappeared in front of the madman's eyes. And his father rewarded him with another burst, and scolded, "Little rabbit, what have you been thinking about since just now?"

"Alas, what are you doing?" the madman's mother hurriedly stopped the madman's father's movements.

"Look at him like that," said the madman's father, who seemed to be really angry, and shook his hand away from the madman's mother, and roared, "This child is not disciplined, don't stop me! ”

At this moment, the madman suddenly broke free of his father's hand, stood up, glared at the man who was his father, and shouted, "You are enough, but it's just an illusion, let me retreat!"

However, my father was stunned by what he said, and immediately reacted, and slapped the madman in anger.

Syllable!

A crisp sound echoed in the room that was neither spacious nor neat, and everyone in the room fell silent. The madman's mother covered her mouth and looked in disbelief at the angry madman's father, and the stunned madman with half of his face swollen.

What's going on? My Dao Technique, My Physique? Am I really being beaten back to my childhood?

The madman looked at his weak hands in a daze, and when he was performing the Dao technique, he felt that there was not a trace of spiritual power in his body at this time, and he couldn't even use the power of the origin spirit. As for the physical fitness, it is no different from that of a child. If that's the case, then what is the purpose of all these years of hard cultivation? Do you want to be trapped here forever?

If the illusion could not be solved, with the power of the evil spirits, the madman might have been reincarnated here hundreds of times, and only a few minutes had passed in the outside world. The purpose of this evil spirit is to break the will of the host and thus reach a state of despair.

"Little rabbit!" the madman's father slapped the madman again, and this time he directly hit the madman to the ground, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground. The madman's mother rushed to him, hugged the madman, and said to the madman's father, "What are you thinking?

"Don't talk nonsense!" the madman's father exhaled a gasp of wine, and his eyes had become hollow when he looked at the madman. He shook his body and tried to stand up.

"No, it can't be like this!" Seeing his father's strange appearance, the madman's heart was shocked, and he involuntarily broke away from his mother's embrace, knelt on the ground, kowtowed to his father again and again, and begged: "It's all my fault, you can dissipate your anger, I will be honest, I will be obedient." ”

Before he knew it, the madman's eyes were already wet, and he still hadn't completely cut off what Shen Tu said.

The madman's father was stunned for a moment, his empty eyes vibrating slightly, as if he was seriously considering something. But in the next moment he overturned the table, scattered all the food and wine on the floor, and one of the plates smashed on the madman's low head, and shattered in an instant. He pointed to the madman and the trembling madman's mother, and scolded: "It is because of you that I have fallen to this point today!"

The madman's mother screamed, pulled the madman up, hugged him tightly, and moved her legs towards the door.

"Don't go!" the madman's father pounced on and tossed them both to the ground. At the same time, he pointed to the madman's mother and said, "If it weren't for you, I would have stayed in this broken village." If it weren't for you, I would have gone back a long time ago, and I should be a city man now, not planting some kind of land here every day. Farming, farming, all year round to survive, tired to death and alive can earn a few dollars!"

The madman's mother was completely in a state of stupor, and the madman's father's words pierced her heart like a knife. It's said that he vomited the truth after drinking, but today he really vomited thoroughly. The madman's eyes widened and he looked at his father in horror, ignoring the bleeding head, and shook his mother desperately, trying to get her to escape.

"And you ......" The madman's father turned to the madman again, pointed at his nose and scolded, "It's my son, why are you so stupid." Do you know what kind of character your dad and I were when we were in school? I gave birth to a waste like you, I can't learn well, and I don't have friends to play. If you know you're a waste, you should work hard. What have you been doing? Disobedient, running around all day, do you know that the teacher has given me many times to respond to your questions? You are sorry for me, you are sorry for me!"

The familiar dialogue makes the madman's brain tingle. It's like going back to that night ruled by fear many years ago.

"Damn!" the madman's father kicked over a chair and smashed several plates, mixing the scraps with the dirt. "It's all your fault, it's all because you're sorry for me, that I'm the one I am today!"

At this time, the madman's mother also stood up with grief and indignation, pointing to the madman's father, "Our mother and son are sorry for you, you said it nicely, how can you ......?"

It's over, exactly the same as it was at the beginning.

The madman, who seems to have been forgotten in the corner, bows his head and turns a blind eye to the argument that is close at hand. When the argument gradually turned violent, bloody, and crazy, he didn't look up again, anyway, it would be the same as before.

He's remembered, he's remembered it all. On this night more than ten years ago, the madman's father killed the madman's mother, cut off her head with a kitchen knife, and showed the madman his "masterpiece" with a bloody smile.