Jerry led his son to a courtyard in the heart of the family, where the core members of the family lived, and this was where Jerry's family lived.

The courtyard is tastefully furnished, and there are many rare flowers and plants planted here, which are undoubtedly the masterpieces of Jerry's wife. Jerry pulled Dirk to the door of the room, but stopped at the door, took a deep breath, and calmed his mind a bit.

"Who's out there?" a woman's voice came from the room, her voice was very soft, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze. This man was Jerry's wife, Dirk's mother, Kritia.

"It's me," Jerry didn't hesitate any longer, pulling Dirk into the room.

When the woman saw Jerry pulling Dirk in, she said angrily, "What's the matter? Why are you pulling the child like this, even if you make a mistake, you can't do this!"

"Make a mistake, huh, look at the good things you've done!" Jerry threw Dirk at his wife with a hard arm. Kritia reached out to catch her son, but Jay used too much force, and she fell to the ground with Dirk in her arms.

Jerry saw his wife fall and wanted to step forward to help, but the anger in his heart made him lose his mind and slam the door with a snort.

Kritia hugged Dirk and asked, "How's it going, kid, are you alright?" ”

"It's all right, Mother. Did you fall?" Dirk picked up Kritia.

"I'm fine, what happened today, why did you make your father so angry?" said Krithia softly, reaching out her hands to smooth her son's loose hair as she spoke.

"Today...... Today...... Rites of Natural Selection. Dirk said in embarrassment, not knowing what to say to his mother.

"What's wrong today? Do you know that you went to the Spirit Channeling Temple, is there only one foolish spirit who recognizes you? It doesn't matter, your father is like this, he will be fine after a few days when the fire is extinguished, after all, you are his son. Kritia said softly.

"Mother, no spirit recognizes me......" Tears glistened in the corners of Dirk's eyes as he spoke.

"What?!No Ancestors approve of you?How can you!?" Kritia was stunned on the spot, she finally knew why her husband was so angry, and why he had that attitude just now, and said so many strange things.

Dirk certainly understood what his mother's words meant. After learning the words of this world, he set out to understand the continent. By the time each child reaches the age of ten, he or she undergoes a ritual of natural selection, which is approved by the spirits of the ancestors. For a special profession called the Spirit Whisperer.

The ancestors also have five levels, from low to high, which are foolish, warn, heavenly, holy, and god. Everyone who undergoes an awakening ritual is recognized by the ancestors, even the least qualified by a fool.

Whoever has a war spirit can become a spirit whisperer. And those powerful ancestors have an ability called Whisper, which either strengthens themselves, or destroys magic, or whatever, in a variety of ways.

And now Dirk's situation is that even the Foolish Spirit does not recognize him, which is only a terrible statement, Dirk is not from the Mason Stein family at all, he is not the son of Jerry, and his ancestral spirits do not sleep in the Spirit Attraction Temple.

Kritia knew that her husband doubted her, but she had a clear conscience, she had only loved Jerry in her life, and Dirk must be Jerry's son.

"Dirk, it's okay, you stay here for a while, I'll go out. Although Kritia was very anxious at this time, she comforted her son with a gentle tone.

"Mother, go ahead, I'm fine. Dirk replied.

Kritia said yes and walked out of the room, and her steps out of the room were a little disordered, which showed how anxious she was at this time.

As soon as Kritia left, Dirk couldn't wait to go to the cultivation circle in the room and sit down and start meditating. On the surface, Dirk is only a ten-year-old child, but at heart, he is a thirty-year-old adult.

He knows that now he needs to be calm. The first thing to do is to eliminate your own causes and look at yourself. Investigate whether it is a problem with your own body that leads to the failure of natural selection.

In the cultivation circle, the affinity of the surrounding elements continued to increase, and his spiritual power also spread out, burrowing into his body like tentacles.

After a while, Dirk slowly opened his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "Very healthy, so why ......." Suddenly, his body froze, and his eyes were cold.

"Little bastard, and the man who can get a woman, come out, let's see. ”

"It's because of you, you can't even participate in the evening return banquet! Get out and kowtow to make amends!"

"Are you a saint? This shame should be drowned!

A shrill shouting came from outside the door, interrupting Dirk's meditative state at this time.

Listen carefully, every sentence they say is stuck in their hearts. Dirk, unable to control his emotions, stood up abruptly and walked out of the room with a red face.

"Holder, shut your foul mouth and don't insult my mother!" Dirk shouted to the young man who was leading the way outside the door.

"Oh, the little bastard is out, what about the slut? I think the uncle was really deceived by your mother and son, and you should be put to death!" The teenager known as Holder scolded.

"Holder, I really thought highly of you in the past, and what about the aristocratic temperament of the Masonsteins, whom you have always been so proud of?, how can I only see a mad dog barking here?" Dirk shot back.

"Hmph, little bastard, it's really sharp-toothed, it's because of you, we don't even have a chance to be on the table today at tonight's homecoming banquet, why don't you quickly kneel down and kowtow to us to make amends!" Holder said these words, and the three teenagers behind him also echoed the word "kneel".

In the midst of everyone's scolding, Dirk said sarcastically: "I remember that some people are just stupid spirits, just a slightly higher-level stupid spirit, just a mixed up will not collapse the first spirit, shouldn't he kneel?"

Holder is indeed recognized by a high-level foolish spirit, his foolish spirit can whisper a few words, which can be used by Holder to cultivate so that the ancestors will not collapse, but in this life he is also destined not to become a spirit whisperer, only a slightly stronger person, this matter is the pain of his life.

Hearing Dirk take out this matter, Holder suddenly became angry. His body began to expand gradually, and an illusory old man's light and shadow appeared behind him, and the image of this old man was simply different from Watson's heavenly spirit at the beginning.

After the spirit appeared, Holder gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I am a foolish spirit, but even if I am a foolish spirit, I am better than you, a bastard who has nothing!"

Half an hour later, Kritia returned to the courtyard with tears on her face, and she was accompanied by Jerry. And when they entered the courtyard, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.

A ten-year-old child, covered in blood, his face was swollen from the beating, and many parts of his body were cut and bleeding. But the child did not cry or even fall. Just standing in the middle of the courtyard, his back straight.

Kritia screamed in grief and rushed over, embracing the boy into her arms, sobbing incessantly.

With difficulty, the boy raised his hand, stroked Kritia's back and said, "Mom, don't cry." I'm not ashamed of you, you see, my knees are not bent and my back is straight. As you said, the men of our family would rather die than bend down!"

"Good boy, go, go back to your room with your mother, and your mother will treat you." Kritia wiped the tears from her face and looked at Dirk with a smile, but when she saw Dirk now, the tears couldn't stop flowing.

"This backbone, like me!" Jerry dropped the sentence and turned to leave. Only the bleak north wind and a mother and son hugging each other were left in the courtyard.

That night, Jerry didn't know where he went, and he didn't tell Kritia about their mother and son.

And Dirk and Kritina told a lot of stories about this night, all of which were the stories of Kritina and Jerry when they fell in love. Dirk listened with relish, his hands on his cheeks and indulged in the beautiful love story that belonged to his parents.

I don't know when it started, he fell asleep, and the happy smile on Kritina's face was gone, and all that was left was that poignant and pitiful sadness.

She looked at the moonlight outside the window, and her sleeping son was beside her, maybe she was the happiest at the moment.

That night, Dirk had a dream. He came to a magical place, the familiar green mountains and green waters, and the taste of hometown. What Krithia didn't notice was that a figure had also quietly burrowed into Dirk's body at this time.

The next morning, Kritia called her son softly.

"Mother, when did I fall asleep?" Dirk asked after he had finished washing.

"Hmm...... Your father went on his seventh date with me. Kritina replied.

"I'm sorry Mother, it's not that I don't want to hear it, I'm too sleepy. Dirk said.

"It's okay, if it puts you to sleep, I'm happy to tell you about it once a day. Kritia said, still with a gentle smile on her face.

While the mother and son were talking, there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" asked Kritia.

"We are family deacons, please open the door. A serious voice came from outside the door.

Because this is the family territory and it is in the core, Kritia is relieved that this is not a bad person. Walked straight to the door and opened the door.

At the door were two young men with a shallow pattern on their foreheads, which Kritia knew was the emblem of the family, and they were from the Hall of Punishment.

"Are you Christia?" the young man asked.

"Yes, may I ask what the two deacons are looking for me?"

"Take your son with you, the head of the house is invited. The tone of the two was cold, without any emotion.

Hearing the words of the head of the family, Kritia's body shook obviously, and her already weak figure looked even thinner at this time.

Dirk naturally saw his mother's reaction in the room, and quickly stepped forward to support Kritia's body.

"What do you want to do to my mother?" Dirk asked.

"You're supposed to be Dirk Masenstein, just in time, please. The two said coldly.

"Two, he's just a child, I'll go by myself, and let him wait for me at home. Kritia spoke with a hint of pleading in her voice.

"The head of the house said let the two of you go. Without waiting for Kritia to react, her figure flashed, and she walked up to Kritia and took Dirk's hand, pulling him in one direction.