He said: "As a retainer, if you fail to take a good look at your master, it is a big mistake, Jiang Yu, take the punishment!"

Tang Shihai punished Jiang Yu with a basin of clear water, and knelt in the scorching sun for a whole day on the bluestone road by the lotus pond.

When kneeling until his knees were numb, and the beads of sweat and tears of grievance fell on his forehead, his thin body trembled uncontrollably.

Jiang Yu's hands were soft, and the golden basin in his palm immediately fell, and the clear water slid down his forehead all the way to his chin, and then dripped down his clothes, cool to his heart.

In the past, he always felt that if he did better, a little better, his father would look at him more, and maybe like him.

But at this moment, he realized that no matter how good he did, he would never be able to get into his eyes.

The word 'master' in Tang Shihai's mouth, as well as his indifference to him over the years, were like an invisible knife, cutting his already scarred heart again and again.

A pair of skinny little hands, supporting the white jade fence by the lotus pond, stood up with difficulty.

At the moment, he just wanted to escape, to leave the cold and unforgiving place, to find a place where there was no humiliation, no indifference.

Jiang Yu walked out of the Tang clan in a trance, and walked into the noisy street, like a wandering spirit, ignoring everything around him.

He hesitated when the peddler shoved the painting into his arms and said that he should take his belongings.

After eight years of humiliation at the Tang Clan, he wanted to regain everything he had, including his self-esteem, which he had long abandoned.

When he came back with the Qiankun painting, Tang didn't change at all, no one cared where he went, and maybe no one knew that he had gone out.

Jiang Yu showed a mocking smile, with his ability, what can he get back when he comes back?

There was a lot of laughter around, and he was the loneliest of the people.

Tang Yan died without repentance, and at this time, he was blindfolded with a black cloth, chasing a few little girls to play.

He stumbled over, grabbed Jiang Yu's hand, and said with a smile: "Little beauty, catch you!"

When the black cloth was removed, the obscene smile on his face instantly turned into disdain, and after snorting coldly in disdain, he chased after the little girls again.

Jiang Yu clenched the Qiankun painting, and when he grabbed the green tendons on the back of his hand, in the dim pupils, there was ruthlessness for the first time, and the idea of killing people also appeared in his heart.

After a few moments, he let go of his hand again and returned to his room dejectedly.

He put the painting on the table, and with nowhere to vent his grievances and anger, he raised the teacup and wanted to drop it to vent.

In the end, he carefully put it back in its place, he had long been accustomed to pandering to others, and he didn't even have the courage to drop a cup.

"Useless thing! deserves to be trampled underfoot. Suddenly there was an insult in the empty room, and the voice was angry but also revealed a hint of desolation.

"Who, who's talking?" Jiang Yu looked around uneasily, the grievances in his heart instantly turned into fear, and the whole person couldn't stop trembling.

"Rubbish!" accompanied by a burst of arrogant laughter, the Qiankun painting had already floated from the table into the air, and then spread out automatically.

Jiang Yu was so frightened that he sat on the ground, and kept moving back, screaming "Demon, monster!"

"A person who is bullied by others and is not even as good as a dog can be afraid of demons?

Let me tell you, demons are not terrible, but those who are terrible are those hypocrites, who are despicable and cunning, selfish, and sanctimonious, and kill innocents indiscriminately under the guise of justice. ”

The Qiankun painting trembled violently, and a red shadow swam back and forth in the painting, as if looking for a way out.

Jiang Yu was so scared that he covered his ears and shook his head, and ran to the side of the bed with a roll, hiding in the quilt and shivering.

"Useless waste, your mother did not hesitate to lose her life, and she wanted you to inherit the Tang family's family business, but you forgot your hatred, just in exchange for your father's love that never existed, even after being bullied and abused, you can still greet you with a smile, I really feel sorry for your mother. ”

Jiang Yu was still very afraid, but more curious than afraid, he couldn't help but lift the quilt, poked his head out and asked, "You, how do you know, know?"

It was as if the painting had heard a great joke, and the whole picture trembled when the laughter came out.

After laughing wildly for a while, it floated in front of Jiang Yu again and said, "Not only do I know everything about you, but I can also help you!"

The strong survive, only when they become stronger, you can get everything you want to have, and the weak do not deserve to live in the world at all, this is the eternal truth. ”

Jiang Yu is very timid and cowardly, but after so many years, he is too tired to live, and at this time, he actually feels that it is better to die happily than to live such a humble life.

But he was not reconciled, he was humiliated for seven or eight years, why did he die?

He wants to become stronger, he wants to trample all the people who insult him, and he wants to make the father who has never looked at him with his eyes regret not being at the beginning!

"Can you really help me?" he asked, his voice no longer scared and more expectant.

"Of course, as long as you sign a life and death contract with me, I will help you get back everything you deserve, and let those who abuse you live rather than die!"

The voice full of temptation made Jiang Yu can't help but yearn for it, he hurriedly got out of bed, stood in front of the Qiankun painting, hooked his little finger, thinking that he could sign the contract in this way.

"Haha...... , you are really stupid and pitiful, the life and death contract I am talking about is, I live, you die!"

When Jiang Yu heard this, he fell to the ground again, and his thin body trembled.

"Why, are you afraid? In this case, you will not say anything, but I also have to warn you that once your father knows that you have not lost your memory, he will once again hold a sword against you like he did eight years ago, and kill you without hesitation!"

"Don't be afraid!" Jiang Yu suddenly got up, took out a dagger hanging from his waist, pulled it out vigorously, and said, "What do you want me to do?"

Qiankun Hua stopped rolling, sighed and said: "It's very simple, you pierce the dagger in your hand into your heart, and willingly sacrifice your soul to me, and I can parasitize in your body and help you get everything back." ”

Jiang Yu is afraid of pain, the dark, loneliness, and death, but these things accompany him all the time and torture him.

When he heard that Tang Shihai would kill him with his own hands, he was completely desperate, and when he was desperate to a certain extent, death would not be so terrible.

The tears in the corners of his eyes fell in a straight line, but his face was smiling hard, and he held the dagger and thrust it into his heart.

From the moment the blade cut through his body, he knew that what he wanted was never power or status, but a word of concern from his father, a warm look, and a kind of fatherly love that he longed for but never received.