The apprentice is tempted every day on the edge of madness

In front of the hall and open crossing the road, look up along the steps of the hall, and a plaque engraved with "Gongfu" is clearly visible.

As the mansion of a large family, the layout is exquisite, but it is extravagant and heroic, and the garden road, Zuoquan, flowing fake stones are not stingy.

It's just that what's happening right now isn't glorious.

In front of a dilapidated house that was obviously incompatible with the luxurious atmosphere here, the figures of two well-dressed teenagers looked particularly sneaky.

On the other hand, in the room, under the dim light, one can be vaguely seen imprisoned here, as if he is being punished.

The boy's limbs were tightly bound by the chains, so that they got stuck in the flesh and blood, leaving bloodstains everywhere.The blood-soaked broken clothes have long lost their previous color.

Whiplash is nothing, and some of them are hideous scars caused by torture.

The bloodstains had long since solidified into a dull, thick color, and the wounds that had been torn again added color.There is almost no intact skin on his body, and there are even deep and shallow scratches on his face, which is even more terrifying and shocking.

The young man's forehead was disheveled and helplessly drooping, reflecting the drooping eyes, slightly blocking the unbearable traces on what should have been a delicate face.

What can be relied on has long since ceased to exist, and he has long known it.The members of the Gong family worshiped him to wake him up, but they didn't get the benefits he deserved.He has no status, no blood relatives, and is alone. It can be said that it is a miracle that he can live to this day, and there are still days when he is nourished.

There was very little light in the damp room, and the pain on his body made him unconscious, but he still keenly sensed some movement outside the room.

"Fourth brother."

One of the younger teenagers tugged on the man's sleeve uneasy, still flinching: "Let's not..."

"What are you afraid of?" The boy threw him off and interrupted the unspoken words.

"Second brother is right, this waste is too an eyesore to stay at home. Our family has not treated him badly for so many years. It was not because he didn't know good and evil a few days ago that he even dared to offend the young master of the Zhou family and was locked up here It deserves to be whipped.”

"Brother...you don't know yet, and Miss Zhou's family also..."

"Idiot, you really don't know?!" The man interrupted the other person, and the gloomy and weirdness that didn't match his age came out from his eyes.

"The servants have spread the word. Ms. Zhou, who is now in confinement, big brother, everyone who is optimistic about him, after all, it is because of that face!"

"Besides, that bastard has been imprisoned for so many days, and what he enjoyed was the torture of the family. Even if he didn't die, he was half dead. We did this to give him a good time, but it was cheaper for him."

"But, will it be a little... over?"

"Excessive? Huh, did you say excessive?" The young man looked him up with a sarcasm, obviously dissatisfied with his soft-boned appearance.

"You mean, the Zhou family is rude? Is the head of the family wrong?!"

The boy who was asked denied it.

Seeing that he was quite sensible, Shicai raised his chin forward with a little satisfaction, with contempt in his eyes and disdain in his words.

"Look at him now. He deserves the end of deceiving people. If you speak for him today, I'm afraid you have forgotten his arrogance. I can see clearly that with him One day, the family will be shamed one day, in the last trial match, if it wasn't because of him, would my second brother and I have lost the qualifications?!" But the more he said, the more angry he said: "If you are a mother-in-law again, I will be a mother-in-law!" I will look down on you, like a waste."

The scolding gradually faded away, and what remained was the crackling and crackling of charred wood and the thick smoke that choked the nostrils.

The intense flames seemed to want to swallow everything up, and when the flames opened their fangs and spread further, there was nowhere to escape.

The imprisoned young man was extremely calm, seeing the flames engulfing his face, his eyes were still sinking like a pool, as if he had expected this day long ago.

May the bones be burnt clean.

He thought so when the thick smoke filled his nostrils and he couldn't breathe.

The festering of the wound and the acrid smoke made his consciousness more and more blurred, and even the sound of the beam collapsing seemed to be silent.

【—Hey, give me your body】

Suddenly, a voice that seemed to come from the sea of ​​consciousness touched his nerves and crushed his resistance.

"……Who?"

The young man subconsciously opened his mouth slightly, but he could barely move his mouth, and couldn't make any sound.

[Give me your body.you can't live]

Take home?

The non-stop jumping flames seemed to rush to his body along the dried blood, and the creaking sound of scorched skin also sounded.

He thought: It doesn't matter.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but before the consciousness gradually lost, there seemed to be a faint cool water vapor seeping into the body.

He really didn't want to live, and he didn't want to die, but it didn't matter a long time ago.

The choking smoke between sniffing and sniffing was replaced by a puff of dampness at some point, and it seemed that it was only a blink of an eye to be unconscious. When the consciousness came back again, the young man stared blankly at the dark cloud-covered sky for a moment, a little afraid Believe it, as if you are in a dream.

But soon, he was attracted by other things.

The body is filled with... spiritual power?

He tried his best to feel it in astonishment, the coolness in the dantian was overwhelming, but it also seemed to be scorching hot, as if something majestic was lurking, is this the vast spiritual power that monks are entitled to enjoy?

The boy raised his hand with great difficulty. He hadn't moved for a long time, but now he couldn't stop trembling just by opening his palm.The sound of metal collisions resounded with this movement, the chains that bound his hands and feet were still there, the festering wounds were still visible, and his senses were gradually recovering, it was very painful, but he didn't want to deal with it, and he was powerless to do so, letting it rot and rot Stinky, as for where he is, he doesn't care about it now.

【Don't waste me bringing you here】

The unforgiving voice circled again, this time, it finally woke up the boy completely.

"...what do you want to do?" he couldn't help but blurt out.

【Sacrifice you to me, go by yourself】

But the young man didn't quite understand what he meant: Sacrificial to you?

【I saved you, now, but it's time to pay back】

This is where?The teenager found that he knew what the other person was asking without even opening his mouth.

Perhaps that person had expected what would happen to the dying person, and that person was not in a bad mood right now, so he said a few more words with "good intentions" as a reward for "repayment".

[Your 'patriarch' mentioned it, right?I remember, that 'Master Mistress' was crying pitifully and begging someone to take a look on her son's behalf]

...The forbidden land of Kakinei? ! !

[Yes, yes, really smart] The man seemed satisfied with his reaction.

[Although it is far from Xuanyu, it can be regarded as the "Xuanyu" of the human world, the only place shared by mortals and monks, a paradise of chance]

The other party didn't care about his reaction at all, and said to himself: [However, you only need to do as I tell you]

Do as you say?The boy smiled bitterly in his heart.

...go to die by yourself?

[Don't expect, I can let you go] The voice suddenly became harsh. 【Go by yourself, or let me help you.Choose yourself. 】

The young man cooled down in vain because of the cold and harsh voice, his fingers penetrated a few inches into the mud, and finally retracted belatedly, calmly raised his head and looked at the sky.

Kakinei is a good place, he thought.

A drop of cool rain touched the back of the boy's hand, and the slightly scorching wound on his hand seemed to be relieved a lot, and the color matching the dark blood-colored clothes was quite mysterious, dipping into the jet-black eyes, only dyed a layer of bright color.