"What the hell are you talking about!"
Bai Ya stared at him, holding the broken blade tightly in his hand. Even if the palm of the hand applies even pressure on it, the skin will be punctured. He could understand the meaning of this surname, but he could not understand Mahulaka's last words. Obviously, others didn't understand either. They hoped that the monster would realize that ordinary humans could not hear its voice in turn.
But it is in no hurry to explain. It stretched out its right hand and scratched the back of the hand with its family pattern with three sharp nails. Qi Huan screamed, and three bloody traces covered the indelible lines. In front of several people, it stubbornly emerged from the wound countless times like a stone falling from water. Moreover, scratches heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Mahuluojia moved his bloody hand to his eyes, staring at the blood foam with his three eyes on one side. When it blew gently, the blood dew turned into tiny bits of fire and dispersed in the wind.
"You and..." Qi Huan struggled wildly to shake off its hand, but couldn't do it. He shouted loudly, "What is the relationship between you and this family pattern!"
"Hiss...haven't you heard of it?" it asked knowingly, "You may have forgotten that when you were a child, there was a legend in the Wanqi family. Your ancestor of Kaimen was the reincarnation of the three-legged Golden Crow, traveling in all directions and blessing all living beings. The descendants Our blessings are all due to his elders. Later, every three generations, the family will have a child who is born with a special birthmark somewhere on his body and is born with great power. Spiritual power... Your family will use this mark as the family crest. When those children, boys or girls, reach one year old, their birthmarks will take shape, revealing the appearance of a three-legged golden crow. After that, they will be trained as the head of the family. This It is not a problem for blessings to last for thousands of years..."
But people's hearts are evil.
As the saying goes, the son is more valuable than the mother. Whoever gives birth to the future head of the family will suddenly become the main wife. After a certain generation of children with birthmarks was born, a concubine who was also ten months pregnant became jealous. Why was my child born two days apart and still so clean? She had planned that if two children were born on the same day and her children had no birthmarks, she would have them secretly replaced, but there was a time lag. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and in the end she was so jealous that she strangled the child to death.
From that day on, their long relationship ended.
No more children were born with the family crest. Even if someone has a birthmark, they will never look like a three-legged golden crow. From generation to generation, the reputation and money accumulated by our ancestors are gradually wiped out. Immersed in the prosperity of history all day long, every generation turns a blind eye to the present. In order to keep their bloodline pure, it is common for relatives to visit each other to get married. This also makes them more paranoid and irritable, and many of their children are even unhealthy. It can be said that it is a miracle that Qi Huan is so healthy and complete at the moment - maybe it is also affected by the family pattern. At last he reached his father's generation. His parents have long been completely dominated by the pursuit of profit. My father traveled around a lot in his early years, spending almost everything he had on the so-called "family rejuvenation."
Even if you visit the evil god.
"Your father... came to the Nine Heavens Kingdom more than thirty years ago." It stated hoarsely, with a synchronized mockery that came from nowhere, "He and his caravan passed by the mountain forest where I live... ...I peeped into his dream, and he dreamed of having a son with a family crest...I made a deal with him and sacrificed the souls of everyone else. Later, there was you..."
Tiny sounds emerged from the surroundings, gradually becoming clearer. The sky darkened, as if a bloody storm was passing through, killing people all over the sky. But none of them belong to the warrior figure... Those are ordinary people, ordinary people doing business. Those silhouettes were killing each other, they belonged to a caravan. Some hidden conflicts were intensified at this moment, and each of them could find a reason to attack the person they hated. These reasons flow into everyone's mind intermittently: as small as coveting a friend's petty profit, as big as having an affair with the other person's wife. For some reason, all the conflicts broke out together on this not-so-special day. The blade repeatedly went in and out of the fragile flesh, and the hoe left holes in skulls one after another. The flying flesh and blood was scattered in every corner, dyeing everything in sight red.
Maharaja's voice lingered in the air.
"They... probably think they are dreaming, right? Doing whatever they want in a dream is not considered a crime."
And in this ridiculous melee, the quiet man, in addition to the corpses on the ground who could not resist, there was also a living person leaning on the tree stump. He closed his eyes silently, breathing evenly, and slept soundly, as if everything happening now did not belong to his world.
Qi Huan's eyes widened. At that moment, all the pain in his body was driven away by shock.
father……?
"He survived, and he was the only one who survived." The Python God's voice was erratic, reflecting his scattered thoughts, "Then he went back pretending that nothing happened... Even your mother never told you. She just said, He worshiped a foreign god..."
The python god responded to his wish.
I want to have an heir born with a family crest.
That's all.
Is it an honor bestowed upon you, or a curse imposed upon you? How to define it is not clear in the eyes of the evil god.
It only knows...
"Your father seems to have forgotten about fulfilling his wish." Its soft voice suddenly became sharp, "I clearly reminded him in his dream, how could he turn a deaf ear? This is not a difficult thing, right? Your ancestors , you have done it a lot, right? Stealing people's money, dominating their wives and daughters, using all kinds of intrigues and tricks, it's all nothing. Testing medicine on people, cooking monsters in cooking, dissecting living animals, sacrificing people alive to evil gods... What do you want to do so much? Some results have been achieved. Do you think that I am the only god that the Wanqi family turns to for help? Do you think that your parents, who dare to turn to evil gods for help, would not be able to do the same thing if they did not have so much fame and property to squander. What? Think about that bowl of soup when you were sixteen. Have you ever been like Priest Chu, who never had the opportunity to taste such a precious delicacy in this life? "
The familiar feeling of nausea arose again.
It let go of its hand and Qi Huan knelt on the ground, suddenly vomiting. He couldn't see clearly, but he kept putting his fingers into his mouth and digging at his throat. It felt like something was scratching in my internal organs, it hurt like a burning fire, and my throat felt extremely itchy. He finally vomited it out, but he vomited a burst of scarlet stuff. In his blurry vision, he could vaguely see a few white fingers and a round eye staring at him. He panicked and forced himself to calm down, only to realize that those fingers had turned into several indiscernible bones. And the other one is not an eyeball either...
But it is a ring carved in stone.
He didn't eat anything solid, he remembered it clearly. So all of this was just the most frightening part that Maharaja extracted from his memory. The more you are afraid of something, the more you will recall it. He knew that he couldn't think about it anymore, otherwise he would only reveal more flaws and fall into a more sinister trap woven by the evil god. In the end, like those people, he would become insane and unable to distinguish between the real and the real, so that he would destroy the friends who accompany him day and night. The knives are facing each other.
But how can one not think about something—by thinking about it?
Qi Huan suddenly wanted to laugh, but his throat hurt a little and he couldn't laugh out loud. It's ironic, but think about it, they were still condemning Yan Min for burning down the pharmaceutical factory! The God of Incense used human corpses to refine various incense and medicines. Didn't any of the generations of ancestors who lost their sons do these things? In order to support him with fine clothes and food, his parents also exchanged corpses for money. Sometimes, dead people using specific methods or drugs on the black market save on process fees and are more expensive than living people. There is also the absurd class established by the bird god. Isn’t it a drama of bullying and humiliation with power all day long among humans? There doesn't seem to be much difference between a human-eating monster and a person who eats monsters. How many of those weird and expensive supplements he took as a child were considered serious?
He doesn't know.
The farce of the caravan that Qi Huan's father participated in finally came to an end. What newly appeared in everyone's eyes was a little child. He has a face similar to that of the middle-aged man just now, but more childish and innocent. Pages full of tragedy, scenes from the past that should have been forgotten, flashed in front of everyone.
"I haven't seen Ah Xing for a while..."
"She went back to her hometown." said an elder brother who looked slightly similar to him. "He said that my mother was seriously ill and was going back to her hometown to visit relatives, so she let her go. Even though there was a shortage of people, my mother still gave her a lot of money. . I just promised to come back in a month, but there’s no sign yet. I’m afraid she won’t come.”
Really?
Wan Qihuan, who is in his teens, can finally understand some things and understand some words.
"If you break the family rules, you should be punished according to the family law!"
Wan Qihuan and his two sisters just happened to pass by. Like them, he watched numbly as a servant was dragged to the backyard. My mother stuck her head out of the front window. After scolding them, she suddenly changed her face and laughed when she saw them. She held out her hand and told them to come and eat the newly picked grapes. That person must have eaten the fruit secretly, right? But what the family rules are, even Wan Qihuan, the "eldest son" himself, doesn't know. All the laws and regulations of the clan have been memorized in the hearts of my parents. Wan Qihuan didn't show the slightest concern about how he should be dealt with. What kind of handyman is he? Just recruit another one.
From the distant yard came the man's hoarse begging and the girl's hysterical cry. Oh, it's him... His daughter seemed to be playing shuttlecock with him yesterday.
"These are grown in the desert!" My mother didn't hear what she said and pointed to the peeled grapes on the plate. They were as crystal clear as jewels. "Have a try. They are very sweet. Alas, I have been working here for all these years. , but I’m craving for such a fruit today.”
"His hands are quite clean, aren't they?" a sister said, "The girl must have wanted to eat them."
"It's not in his mouth, so there's no need to slap his mouth." Another sister said, pulling the plate in front of him, "Why doesn't Xiaohuan eat? Why are you standing there so stunned."
After a while, the noise stopped abruptly. The elder sister brought the grapes with the seeds removed to Wan Qihuan's mouth. The little boy, who was still caring, opened his mouth and ate the fruit that he had tried his best to raise in this water-scarce land.
They are plump and sweet. Just one taste and all worries disappear.
It's just like a lump in the throat.
Like a lump in the throat.
