In the dark space, scenes are crossed in the form of pictures. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the center of the countless pictures, Bai Thirteen closed his eyes tightly, quietly suspended in the air.

A trace of brilliance converged into a line to connect with him, and the light emitted reflected his stunning face like a fairy.

Previously, Bai Thirteen's thirst for power caused huge fluctuations in his mood, which caused a darkness hidden in the depths of his heart, and finally formed a heart calamity.

The mental tribulation is different from the external calamity, if you are not careful, your mood will collapse, your soul will escape, and even if you survive, you will only be a walking corpse.

There is no one to help him, and he can only rely on himself to resolve the calamity.

The space was still dark, but it was different from before.

The pictures that filled the space began to shatter, turning into points of light and merging into his body along the silk threads connected to the white thirteen threads.

As the light points merged, a touch of pain and struggle appeared on his otherwise calm face, as if he was resisting something.

"Father!"

At night, a tall and burly man ignored the cry of the immature voice behind him, and his figure gradually faded away, and finally disappeared into the night.

The young children, wrapped in shabby clothes, shrunk and shrunk in a house that could not even be called a house.

The wood that built the main body of the house has rotted, and weeds have grown in the cracks of the broken floor, and now only the shape of the house can be seen.

The night wind howled, pouring in through the hole in the wall.

The child tugged at the torn clothes, which barely provided warmth, and sat in the corner, curled up in a thin body, the only warm part of the house.

"Father, why did you do this to me?"

The young child could not understand that he was not his father's child, and why could his brother and sister live in a beautiful big house and eat fragrant meat, while he could only hide in this dilapidated house, just because he was a defective product?

"Little boy!"

A middle-aged woman with a somewhat bloated figure held a thick blanket and looked at the poor child with great distress.

"The head of the house is really too much, how can he throw you here. ”

As she spoke, she hurriedly wrapped the child tightly with a blanket, for fear that he would be frozen by this cold night.

"Aunt Jia!"

Hearing the middle-aged woman's voice, the originally depressed child suddenly raised up, and his voice was full of joy that could not be concealed.

By a few rays of moonlight that drooped, the woman who was called Aunt Jia

See the child's face.

Although he is still young, the child has already shown an amazing appearance, like a beautiful embryo, but listening to what Aunt Jia called him just now, if there is no mistake, he should be a boy.

"Alas, if the young master had been a girl, maybe he wouldn't have suffered so much. ”

But this can only be thought of, how can the thoughts of the head of the house, those who are slaves, understand?

He took out a piece of stuff wrapped in oiled paper from his sleeve, and as the layers opened, a scent came out.

"Young master, guess what I brought today?"

Aunt Jia smiled and shook the oiled paper package in her hand, and looked at the child with a smile.

"Meat!"

A crisp voice came from the child's mouth, and his big watery eyes were fixed on the oiled paper package, not even noticing that saliva was coming out.

"Hehe, hurry up and eat. ”

Wrapping the oil paper in the child's hand, Aunt Jia watched him eat with relish with a kind face, and wiped off the grease from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

"Young master, I'm leaving!"

The lights will be turned off in a few moments, and if she doesn't leave, her whereabouts will be discovered.

Now, she is the only one who takes care of the young master, and if even she has an accident, then the young master's situation will be even more dangerous.

"Good. ”

The child also knew that Aunt Jia had violated the rules by sending him blankets and food, so he didn't entangle like ordinary children, so he asked Aunt Jia to stay with him.

Before leaving, Aunt Jia gave the child a cyan stone, which she had bought with most of her savings.

"Young master, although there are not many spirit stones in this piece, if you can attract spiritual energy into your body, then the head of the family will definitely take you back to live a good life. ”

The woman told her, but she didn't know that when she said goodbye tonight, she would be separated by yin and yang.

As if fast-forwarding, time flies by and is finally frozen in a picture.

"Aunt Jia!"

Looking at the corpse that had been placed in the morgue at random, the kind woman with whom he had been talking and laughing last night had now turned into a cold corpse.

Until she died, Aunt Jia's eyes did not close, and there seemed to be worry in her eyes, worried about how the thin child would live in the future.

Aunt Jia died because of herself, all because of herself!

For those things in the family, that child has been uncommon all these years.

Because the people who loved him before also ended up like Aunt Jia, they were all beaten to death by the head of the family, his father, and they were not even charged.

"Why, why did my father do this to me?"

The last aunt who really loved herself was also killed by herself, and the child's spiritual pillar collapsed in an instant.

A strong aura of dead silence emanated from him, blending into the air of the morgue, making the already gloomy place even more terrifying.

Grief is greater than heart death, this is the child.

My father didn't like me, my brother and sister excluded me, my slaves looked down on me, and now, even those who were good to me are gone.

"God is unfair, let me be born in this world, but let me suffer a lot in life, what did I do wrong?"

The skinny child was like a crazy young beast at this time, looking at the beams above his head, staring at the sky as if he had crossed the roof tiles, roaring and cursing.

If anyone is here, they must think that it is strange, that child is still young and has not studied, why does he speak in the tone of an adult?

By the time the servants were drawn to his roar, the morgue had returned to calm, and the child was kneeling in front of Aunt Jia's body, with his back to the slaves who had poured into the room.

"Aunt Jia, over the years, thank you for taking care of me, don't worry, I will bury you alive, look at it, I will definitely live well." ”

Swallowing three heads heavily, when he got up again, his forehead was already bloody and blurred, and the blood flowed down his white little face, falling low on the ground and blooming demonic blood flowers.

"Stinky little ghost, what are you screaming, this is a morgue, not a place for you to go crazy. ”

"Understand that his aunt has just died, sadness is inevitable, and it is normal to go crazy. ”

"Yes, yes, anyway, without Bai Jia's help, this little ghost will starve to death sooner or later, and we may be punished by the head of the family. ”

In front of the child, the slaves smiled without scruples, and they did not have the slightest respect for him, the son of the head of the house, and looked at him like a dog, not even a dog, and the dog could still take care of the home.

The child was not aware of the slave's ridicule, but his face was indifferent, as if there was nothing in front of him.

"From today on, I have no relatives, no parents, only thirteen elders who have passed away. ”

Before Aunt Jia, there were twelve uncles and aunts who died because of him, and he couldn't pay it off in his life.

"Aunt Jia, I will inherit your surname in the future, my surname is Bai, my name is thirteen, and Bai is thirteen!"

"As for this Gongye family, there is no value in continuing to exist!"