"What the hell are you talking about!"

Bai Ya glared at him, clutching the broken blade in his hand. Even if the palm of the hand is evenly applied to it, it is about to puncture the epidermis. He could understand what the surname meant, but he couldn't understand the last words of Maharaja. Obviously, the others didn't understand either. They wish the monster would realize that ordinary humans can't hear it in turn.

But it's not in a hurry to explain. It stretched out its right hand and slashed three sharp nails across the back of the hand, which was branded with the family crest. Qi Huan screamed, and three bloody traces covered the indelible lines. In front of several people, it stubbornly and unknowably many times, it emerged from the wound like a stone falling out of water. Moreover, scratches are healed at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Maharaja moved his bloody hand to his eyes, and the three eyes on one side stared at the bloody foam. When it blew lightly, the blood dew turned into dots of fire and dispersed with the wind.

"You and ......" Qi Huan frantically struggled to shake off its hand, but couldn't do anything, he shouted loudly, "What do you have to do with this tattoo!" ”

"Shhh...... Haven't you heard? It knowingly asked, "You may have forgotten that when you were a child, there was a legend in the Wan Qi family." Your open-door ancestor is the reincarnation of the three-legged golden crow, walking in all directions and blessing all sentient beings. The blessings of the younger generations are all stained with the light of his old man. Later, every three generations, there was a child in the family who was born with a special birthmark in a certain place on his body, as well as an innate strong spiritual power...... Your family, use this mark as a family crest. When the children are one year old, the birthmark takes shape, revealing the appearance of a three-legged golden crow. After that, they will be groomed to be the head of the household. It's not a problem to last for thousands of years......"

But people's hearts are sinister.

The so-called son is more precious than the mother, and if anyone gives birth to the future head of the family, he will be transformed into the main family. After the birth of a certain generation of children with birthmarks, a concubine who was also pregnant for ten months was jealous. Why was he born two days apart, but his child was clean? She had calculated that if the two children were born on the same day and her children did not have birthmarks, she would let people secretly replace the children, but it was too late. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and finally she was so jealous that she strangled the child to death.

From that day on, their relationship was over.

No more children were born with family coats. Even if anyone has a birthmark, they will never become a three-legged golden crow. Over the generations, the reputation and wealth accumulated by the ancestors were gradually eroded. Immersed in the prosperity of history all day long, each generation is blind to the present. For the sake of pure blood, it is not uncommon for relatives to visit each other and marry, which also makes them become more and more paranoid and irritable, and many children are even unhealthy. It can be said that Qihuan is so healthy and complete at the moment, which can be regarded as a miracle - perhaps also influenced by the family crest. Finally came his father's generation. His parents have long been completely dominated by the pursuit of profit. In his early years, my father was running around and doing almost everything for the so-called "family revival".

Even if you visit an evil god.

"Your father...... More than thirty years ago, he came to the Kingdom of the Nine Heavens. It stated hoarsely, with a synchronized, out of nowhere mockery, "He and the caravan passed by the mountains and forests where I lived...... I peeked into his dreams, and he dreamed of a son with a family crest...... I made a deal with him and sacrificed the souls of all the rest. Later, there was your ......"

Fragmented sounds emerge from all around, gradually becoming clearer. The sky darkened, like a bloody rain and bloody wind passing through, killing the sky. But none of them belonged to the warriors...... Those are ordinary people, ordinary people who are businessmen. The silhouettes were killing each other, they belonged to a caravan. Some of the hidden contradictions are intensified at this moment, and each of them can find a reason to attack the person they hate. These reasons flowed into everyone's mind intermittently: from greedy for a friend's petty profits, to having an affair with the other person's wife. For some reason, all the contradictions erupted together on this not special day. The blades repeatedly moved in and out of the fragile flesh, the hoe left holes in one skull after another, and the flying flesh scattered around every corner, staining everything in sight red.

Maharaja's voice hovered in the air.

"They...... Probably thought I was dreaming, right? Doing whatever you want in a dream is not a crime. ”

And in the midst of this absurd scuffle, the quiet man, in addition to the corpses that could not resist all over the ground, there was a living person leaning against the stump. He silently closed his eyes, breathed evenly, and slept soundly, as if everything that was happening at the moment did not belong to his world.

Qi Huan's eyes widened. At that moment, the pain on his body was dispelled away by astonishment.

Father......?

"He survived, and he was the only one, who survived." The python god's voice was erratic, reflecting his wandering thoughts, "Then go back pretending nothing happened...... Not even your mother has spoken of it. But he worshipped a god in a foreign land......"

The python god responded to his wish.

I want to have an heir born with a family crest.

That's all.

Whether it's an honor bestowed or a curse that falls. How to define it is not known in the eyes of the evil gods.

It only knows......

"Your father seems to have forgotten about vows." Its pretended tender voice was sharply sharp, "I clearly reminded him in his dream, how can he ignore it?" It's not that difficult, is it? Your ancestors have done it before, right? robbing people's money, bullying people's wives and daughters, and using all conspiracies and tricks are all trivial matters; Tested medicine with people, cooked demons into the cook, dissected living creatures, and sacrificed to evil gods...... You're so eager to do something. Do you think that I am the only god that the Wan Qi family turns to? Do you think that your parents, who dare to turn to the evil gods, would not have been able to do the same thing if they did not have so much reputation and wealth to squander? Think of your ...... when you were sixteen That bowl of soup. Have you ever been like the Divine Officer of Chu, who has never had the opportunity to taste such a delicacy in this life? ”

The familiar feeling of nausea swelled again.

It let go of its hand, and Qi Huan fell to his knees, suddenly vomiting. He couldn't see clearly, he just kept sticking his fingers into his mouth and digging at his throat hard. The internal organs seemed to be scratching something, the fire was burning and painful, and the throat and eyes felt extremely itchy. He finally threw up, only to vomit a burst of scarlet stuff. In his blurred vision, he could faintly see a few white fingers and a round eye staring at him. He panicked, forced himself to compose, only to realize that the fingers had become a few unrecognizable bones. And the other one is not an eyeball......

It's a stone-carved wrench.

He didn't eat anything solid, he remembered it well. So all of this was just the part that Maharaja had taken out of his memory that was most frightening to him. The more you are afraid of something, the more you will recall it. He knew that he could not think about it anymore, or else he would only show more flaws, fall into the more shady trap woven by this evil god, and end up like those people, insane, indistinguishable from the real and the false, so that he drew a knife against his friends who accompanied him day and night.

But how can one not think about something—by thinking about it?

Qi Huan suddenly wanted to laugh, but his throat was a little sore and he couldn't laugh. Ironically, think about it, they were still condemning Yan Yu for burning down the pharmaceutical factory before! The incense god used human corpses to refine such and such incense and medicine, and no one had done these things in the generations of ancestors who lost the son of the family crest? In order to provide him with food and clothing, his parents also exchanged the corpse for money. Sometimes, people who die with specific methods or drugs on the black market save the cost of the process and are more expensive than the living. And the absurd class formulated by the bird god, isn't there a drama of bullying and humiliation with power all day long in human beings? There doesn't seem to be much difference between a man-eating monster and a monster-eating person. How many of those bizarre and sky-high supplements he ate as a child were serious things?

He doesn't know.

The farce of the caravan in which Qihuan's father participated finally came to an end. What has emerged in everyone's eyes is a small child. He has a face similar to that of the middle-aged man just now, only more immature and innocent. Pages full of tragedy and pages of the past that should have been forgotten flashed in front of everyone.

"I haven't seen A-Xing for a few days......"

"She's going back to her hometown." An elder brother who looked a little similar to him said, "I said that my mother was seriously ill and had returned to her hometown to visit relatives, so I let her go." Originally, when there was a shortage of manpower, her mother still gave her a lot of entanglements. It's just that I'll be back in a month, and there is no shadow yet. She's afraid she's not coming. ”

Really?

Wan Qihuan, who is in his teens, can finally understand some things and understand some words.

"If you violate the family rules, you should be dealt with by the family law!"

Wan Jihuan and his two sisters just happened to pass by. Like them, he watched numbly as a subordinate was dragged into the backyard. The mother poked her head out of the window in front of her, and after scolding, she suddenly changed her face and laughed. She stretched out her hand and told them to come and eat the freshly picked grapes. That person must have eaten fruit stealing, right? But what the family rules are, even Wan Jihuan, as the "eldest son", doesn't know. About the clan law and clan rules are all in the heart of my father. How he should be handled, Wan Jihuan didn't show the slightest concern. Which handyman is he? Just recruit one more.

In the distance, the men's hoarse pleadings and the girls' hysterical cries could be heard in the courtyard. Oh, it's him...... His daughter seems to have kicked the shuttlecock with her yesterday.

"This is grown from the desert!" The mother did not hear this, and pointed to the peeled grapes on the plate, which were as clear as jewels, and said, "Taste them, they are very sweet." Alas, Lao Fan has been working here for all these years, but today he wants to be hungry for such a fruit. ”

"He's pretty clean, isn't he?" One sister said, "That girl must want to eat it." ”

"I didn't eat it in my mouth, so I didn't have to slap my mouth." The other sister said as she pulled the plate in front of him, "Why doesn't Xiaohuan eat it?" What are you doing in a daze. ”

After a while, the noise stopped abruptly. The elder sister put the grapes that had been picked out of the seeds to Wan Qihuan's mouth, and the little boy who was still in his heart opened his mouth and ate the fruits that he had raised with all his might in this water-scarce land.

They are full of grains and sweet. Just take a sip and all your worries disappear.

It's just like a fish in the throat.

Such as a fish in the throat.