The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

On this day, many people came to Bai's house, old and young.

There were familiar faces, but also quite a few new faces... those were people from other families in Yan Yang.

But without exception, everyone looked at Yan Jiu with very strange eyes, some were gloating, some were sympathetic...

Yanjiu also directly met the eyes of those people. When Yanjiu stared at them, those people looked away uncomfortably.

Yanjiu turned sideways and asked Bai Xingzhao beside him: "Brother Xingzhao, why are they all looking at me..." As he spoke, Yanjiu's voice gradually became cold.

But Bai Xingzhao didn't notice it. He put his arm around Yanjiu's shoulders and walked to the house in the backyard, saying as he walked:

"Maybe you are curious that you are the third uncle's only child. Yanjiu, you have to remember that the more others look down on you, the more you have to strengthen yourself."

Hearing this, Yanjiu's lips curved into a contemptuous smile, which disappeared in a flash.

This Bai Xingzhao really carries out hypocrisy to the end.

Today, Lao Ballu and Gu Qizhou of Cihang Temple are giving lectures. Bai Xingzhao should be counted among them. Bai Xingzhao must be an excellent seed player.

Thinking of this, Yanjiu's eyes suddenly tightened, Cihang Temple? Lecture? Old bald donkey...

Yanjiu sneered. Yanjiu thought that he was not good at fighting, and he liked the best of all. These old bald donkeys all knew this.

So the old bald donkey lured the tiger away from the mountain, leaving him alone as a poor fox.

It seems that this game is indeed [-]% set for himself. This "tribulation" should be today. It seems that Bai Xingzhao has murderous intentions for himself.

Yanjiu followed Bai Xingzhao and continued walking to the backyard.

On the way, I saw a high platform with wood under it.

Yanjiu lowered his eyes and asked Bai Xingzhao casually:

"Brother Xingzhao, what is that pile of wood for?"

Bai Xingzhao said without changing his expression: "There will be a bonfire party tonight."

Yanjiu broke away from Bai Xingzhao's hand and said without realizing it: "Brother Xingzhao, I saw there are desserts outside. I'm going to get two snacks. I haven't eaten yet in the morning."

Bai Xingzhao narrowed his eyes and his face seemed cold for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal:

"Then go quickly, brother is waiting for you here."

Yan Jiu walked away slowly. He had no intention of escaping. He was surrounded by high walls and there was no way he could escape. There was no need to run.

I called Shang Jing and it turned out that "the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

The phone circled in Yanjiu's palm, and he stood silently for several minutes.

Yanjiu's eyes were dark, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, Yanjiu dialed Bai Xiucheng's cell phone for the first time in his life.

Bai Xiucheng's cell phone, which was just like a decoration that few people could call, was actually connected.

Yanjiu was a little stunned, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

However, Bai Xiucheng's cold voice came through the microphone: "Hello..."

Yanjiu wanted to hang up the phone, but his hand hanging on the button did not press it in the end.

Taking a deep breath, Yanjiu said resolutely to the other side of the phone: "It's me."

Bai Xiucheng's tone was as calm as ever: "What's the matter?"

Yanjiu asked sarcastically: "If I said someone was going to burn me to death, would you save me?"

Bai Xiucheng's tone did not fluctuate at all. He asked seriously, with a ridiculous sincerity in his tone: "Then will you let others burn you?"

Yanjiu: "No."

Bai Xiucheng: "Is there anything else?"

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a long time before Yanjiu's voice came: "Am I your only child?"

Bai Xiucheng's answer was very strict: "In terms of blood, that's the case."

Yanjiu's voice suddenly became colder than Bai Xiucheng's: "It's okay." Then he hung up the phone.

Yanjiu looked up at the sky. He really didn't know what he was expecting again and again.

At this time, Bai Xingzhao also found Yanjiu: "Yanjiu, didn't you go get dessert? Why are you standing here?"

Yanjiu glanced at Bai Xingzhao coldly: "I don't want to eat it."

Bai Xingzhao ignored Yanjiu's cold face. He "considerately" led Yanjiu to a certain room: "Yanjiu, take a rest first. I'll call you when the dinner starts."

Bai Xingzhao's face was gentle and kind, and there seemed to be compassion in his brows.

But this face gradually blurred in Yanjiu's field of vision, there was an inexplicable fragrance on the nose, and his consciousness was no longer under Yanjiu's control.

Yanjiu's last consciousness was used to ridicule: Even at the end, Bai Xingzhao still did not forget to pretend.

Well, today let yourself see how ugly the faces of people like the Bai family and Yan Yang are.

Yanjiu knew that the high platform piled with wood that he passed just now was the standard for an altar.

I'm afraid that I am the sacrifice on that altar.

It is not that human sacrifice has never happened in Yanyang for thousands of years, but it is just necessary to ensure that the "sacrifice" is awake.

As long as you are awake, you cannot allow others to get burned.

……

Yanjiu felt like he had slept for a long time.

In the dream, he returned to the back mountain of Zhaoyao. Feng Yang was weeding with a hoe and asked Xiao Yanjiu sitting beside him:

"Yanjiu, what kind of person do you want to be when you grow up?" In Feng Yang's impression, this is a question that primary school students must be asked.

At that time Yan Jiuan was sitting quietly aside, holding the lottery tube in his hand, and asked blankly:

"Does Master want me to be a kind person who can protect all sentient beings like Master?"

Fengyang was stroking his beard with one hand and holding a hoe with the other, looking particularly calm and at ease:

"I don't want to, Yanjiu, you don't need to protect anyone, just be yourself.

There is such a saying in Shishuo Xinyu, I have been dealing with myself for a long time, and I would rather be me.

Follow your heart, everything else is useless nonsense. "

The dream is misty, and those familiar and unfamiliar people rush by in Yanjiu's dream, and they intersect with Yanjiu again.

At this time, he felt pain spreading in his palm.

The pain woke Yanjiu up, and Yanjiu raised his heavy eyelids.

He subconsciously wanted to move his wrists, but he felt the restraint on his wrists.

Yanjiu's eyelashes were half lowered and he looked towards the swaying light and shadow.

I saw Bai Xingzhao holding a dagger and scratching his palm. The pain he just felt may have originated from here.

Blood turned into threads, spreading in his palms and dripping to the ground, while his own wrists were tied to the wooden frame.

Yanjiu woke up and finally saw his situation clearly.

The bright moon is in the sky, bright and demonic coexisting.

Under the moonlight, he was tied up on a high platform. Under the high platform, many indifferent faces had been waiting for a long time.

Perhaps he was waiting to be burned to death.

Yanjiu raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, and his enchanting peach blossom eyes scanned the crowd indifferently.

Calm, calm and even lazy... except for the panic that should exist most.

This should not be the reaction of a weak and incompetent illegitimate child. It can be said that Yanjiu's reaction was completely unexpected by everyone.

His eyes were charming and charming, and when he looked at everyone with a half-smile but not a smile... he was like a lustful ghost who climbed up from hell to collect debts.

The outline is dull and cold, like a relegated immortal who is not stained by the world.

The contradictory intertwining of the two characteristics intertwined into the young man who was tied up on the high platform, looking at the world from a high position.