Master respects him by serving the devil

"dirty!"

"Dirty! It's dirty!"

"Just wash it! It won't be dirty!"

"Be good, be obedient, don't move, just replace the dirty blood!"

In an unremarkable small courtyard of a farmhouse, a beautiful woman poured out pots of dirty blood. The blood poured on the flowers and plants, and the flowers and plants withered instantly, and the soil was scorched black.

The child in the room was only three or four years old, and was dying. Due to excessive blood loss, his complexion was pale, and he was in a daze. He opened his eyelids and saw that the woman was almost crazy, and almost drained half of his blood.

The child's Oubai's wrist was extremely hideous, the flesh was opened, and a dagger with a cold light was placed beside it.

The hideous scars on the wrist are not only fresh, but also many have scabbed over, or are chapped again.

The woman approached with a bowl of blood plasma. She was very beautiful, her eyebrows were like daisy in distant mountains, her skin was like white jade and fat, but her eyes were ferocious and crazy, very strange.

She picked up the child and poured the bowl of blood plasma into the child's mouth. The smell of blood was so strong that the child almost wanted to vomit, but was yelled at by the woman and trembled all over, so he had to swallow hard.

Seeing that the child had finished drinking the blood plasma, the woman smiled with satisfaction, that smile was so gentle.

A real mother would show her gentle smile towards her child, but how could there be such a ferocious smile that was almost like a madman just now?

Then she washed the wound on the child's wrist with clean water over and over again. The child seemed to be used to it. His immature face was already twisted in pain, but he bit his lip hard, enduring, carrying, and stubbornly...

The opened flesh was washed to the point of whiteness by the water, and the woman bandaged him up in satisfaction, and then treated the wound on her wrist briefly.

She pushed open the wooden door and looked up at the bright full moon.

For some reason, I suddenly cried.

"Today is the fifteenth day again. Other families are having a reunion, but our family has to go through this..."

She cried very sadly, sitting on the threshold in a daze, finally remembered something, hated her heart, turned her head and glanced at the child lying on the bed, unable to sleep in pain, and said cruelly: "It's all you, you little bastard!" It's all you! It's all him! Killed me!"

The child doesn't understand those complicated emotions, he just feels that the woman in front of him is like a demon, and sooner or later he will be skinned and cramped. He curled up in the corner of the bed in fear, trembling all over, and he didn't know whether it was because of pain or fear.

The kid didn't respond to scolding.

Perhaps because she felt bored, the woman calmed down and talked to herself.

"He lied to me, right? He tricked me out of Yangmingshan, tricked me into this inhuman world, and left us orphans and widows alone..."

"I hate him, but I don't regret it..."

These are a memory that is buried deep in Su Ye's soul, and it is also a memory that he wants to bury and does not want to be known by others.He has never been so disgusted with those artifacts that spy on people's memories like he is now.

Su Ye couldn't move his palm, if it wasn't for the imprisoning of the spirit vein, he even wanted to summon the Jichen sword, cut off his wrist, and completely cut off the connection.

No matter how he struggled, he didn't intend to stop, the artifact that peeped into the deep memory of his soul - the Sansheng Stone, and the pictures continued to appear.

Even forcibly exposing the subconscious memories that he himself can't remember very well.

His mother, Su Siqing, used to be a soft-tempered but soft-boned beauty.

That was not long after Su Ye was born. The babbling child who couldn't speak was held in the arms of a woman, and his grape-sized eyeballs kept rolling, looking at his mother and the man in front of his mother. wandering around.

Su Ye only remembered that when he had memories, he lived alone with his mother, first in a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city, living an undisturbed life, and then for some reason, was taken away by his mother overnight and went to Live in a backyard with high walls and narrow alleys.

The backyard is the firewood room and clothes washing place of the Chu Pavilion in Qinlou, where Yingyingyanyan is surrounded by a wall. At that time, Su Ye was very curious about the front yard outside the wall, and always tried to climb up the wall. I went to take a look, but every time I was driven away by the bustard with sticks.

He didn't expect that when he stepped into the front yard for the first time in his life, what he had to face was the tragic death of his only childhood playmate.

That was the first time he had killed someone.

He didn't know that it was murder, he just wanted to stop everything that happened in front of him, but it happened after all, and even indirectly killed his mother...

He should have no feelings for his mother, right?

He thought so.

Otherwise, when his mother blocked those expensive revenge for him, when his mother splashed blood on the spot for him, when his mother died in that cold night...how could he not cry?

He was very calm, maybe he was frightened, or he was numb after facing the death of Xiao Yezi, or he also hoped that the mother who tortured him since he could remember died, so, No one scratches his wrist to bleed every full moon night.

"Is it very painful?" Xiao Su Ye knelt beside the dying woman, affectionate and dull, neither sad nor happy.

With his hands, he gently wiped away the blood stains on his mother's face, and then touched the hideous wounds on her arms. Those wounds were very similar to the scars that would appear on his wrist every month.

The woman's throat was clogged with blood, she could hardly speak, her eyes looked at Su Ye with compassion.

"...Little bastard, it hurts too... Really, really hurts, you hurt too..."

Su Ye wasn't called Su Ye before, he didn't have a name.

Before leaving the small courtyard in the suburbs, Su Siqing would still call him baby, but then she went crazy, and when she saw him, she was in a bad mood, and she would swear all kinds of dirty words, and the one who yelled the most was "little bastard", the bustard in the building The mother thought it was funny, so she brought the servants and flower girls in the whole building to call him "little bastard".

He has never read a book, so he didn't understand what it meant at first, when someone called him that, he responded with a smile, and the person who called him was amused, and rewarded him with an extra steamed bun, or punished him with a small meal whipping.

Su Ye was very happy with this name, and even proudly told the children of the same age in the same alley that those who had their own names were called "little bastards"!

Those children couldn't feel Su Ye's joy, and even released the dog in disgust, chasing Su Ye all over the alley.Su Ye didn't feel that those children were targeting him. He was certain in his heart that it must be because he often didn't have enough to eat, so he secretly ate dog food and was noticed by these dogs.

A noble family who came here to have fun died in a flower building. He didn't suffer from some flower and willow disease, nor did he die in Wenrouxiang, but was killed by a young boy in the backyard, and was killed by a piece of wood dust. The rotting planks pierced the throat.

Someone saw with their own eyes that Xiao Su Ye was covered in blood, and walked out of the flower building dumbly like a marionette. The whole front yard was full of voices and screams.

He didn't know how to run, and he didn't know how to be afraid, so he even walked back to the backyard, and changed himself into a shabby robe that had been mended countless times, and the fine stitches were added by Xiao Yezi himself...

He sat silently by the well, washing the old blood-stained clothes over and over again. No matter how he washed them, he couldn't wash them clean, but he had no other clothes...

"Snapped--"

A slap was slapped on his face, the force was too great, he was caught off guard and fell, turned over a basin of water mixed with dirty blood, and the water was spilled back into the well.

Su Ye thought, water and blood can no longer be distinguished, will everyone in the building have to drink this dirty water tomorrow?

"Bastard! Naughty beast! You really don't want to worry! Do you want to kill me before you give up? You look like your father..."

The voice was so familiar, Su Ye opened his eyes and squinted.

Oh, Susie, his mother.

Later, what Su Siqing said, Su Ye couldn't hear clearly, the slap shook his head, and the voice in his ears became distant and incomprehensible, and he felt very sleepy. Aged, still very thin, being dragged by a woman with one hand didn't take too much effort.

Su Ye was really tired, and slept soundly. There was some noisy noise in his ears, which disturbed his sleep. Su Ye frowned, and fell asleep without intending to open his eyes.

Dreams have everything...

When he woke up, he found that he was stuffed into a small dark space again. It was a cabinet he was used to. When he realized where he was, he shuddered all over. , but fine beads of sweat still ooze from the pores, the cold sweat rolls down one after another, slides down the eyebrows and falls into the eyes, the eyes are moist, but not tears.

He tried his best to push the cabinet open. Unexpectedly, the cabinet was unlocked this time, and he staggered and rolled out as soon as he pushed it. He suddenly felt a sense of fear, and suddenly understood something.

It is not locked because no one will unlock it for him anymore...

Like a puppet on a string, he staggered out step by step, smelling a burnt smell mixed with blood at the tip of his nose, and the surrounding was dead silent.

He finally saw the person he was supposed to see. Su Siqing was lying on the ground. If her chest was not heaving with difficulty, she would be no different from a dead person. She seemed to be holding her breath deliberately, waiting for him.

Su Ye didn't understand it at the time, and he didn't want to think about it when he grew up. Only now, when he had to face the bloody truth, could he re-examine that memory.

His mother was waiting for him, and wanted to give him the jade ring and the yellowed letter that had been prepared many years ago, and asked him to go to Zhong's house in the south of the Yangtze River, begging them to take him in...

After explaining everything, Su Siqing refused to give up for a long time, just waiting for the title she had been waiting for all her life.

But the child in front of him was like an empty shell that had lost its soul, without any mood swings, and even seeing the blood stains in the courtyard with his own eyes, his heartbeat did not beat faster.

In the end, Su Siqing still didn't wait...

Zhi Yi Xue Lang, who was seated sideways on the pear tree, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, which was beyond his expectation. As a judge, he should have faced such suffering in the world, felt heartbroken, and had compassion for the common people.

But he felt very excited!

"Su Xianjun has more than one murder case in his hands? It seems that the benefactor in this flower building was the first person you killed, and that woman was the second person you killed indirectly. That is... your mother." ?”

"Because you committed a murder, but didn't punish you, which led to your mother's death, don't you feel guilty?"

Su Ye didn't speak, he kept his head down, his soul seemed to be emptied, leaving only a dilapidated body, those memories that he didn't want to touch in his life were pulled out so deeply, pulled out to tease and whip , ravages...

Su Ye couldn't take it anymore, something seemed to be sprouting and taking root in his heart, spreading like vines covering the brick wall, wrapping his heart little by little, stopping his breathing and reasoning.

He could only clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes, and covered up the flash of blood in his pupils.

"...Don't talk? Is that a confession?"

Su Ye still didn't speak, the sweat trickled down her broken hair and dripped onto the ground.

Xue Lang stood up, walked leisurely in the yard, and said lazily and relaxedly: "I have been in charge of the Min Cang Pagoda for many years, and I have never seen any kind of human suffering, but it is unforgiving, isn't it? I’ve seen some too, but actually, it’s pretty boring.”

After saying that, he glanced at Su Ye with great interest, and said, "I won't search your memory. One life is life, and a few more are still life. No matter what, you can't tell a new pattern."

Do not search memory?

Su Ye relaxed for a moment inexplicably. Although he repelled him, he was not that afraid of the past of his life. At most, he would die without a place to bury him. If Bai Ruoyi's identity in the previous life is involved...

What would they say about Bai Ruoyi?

Fake public affairs for personal gain?Killed him on the surface, then secretly used forbidden techniques to resurrect the devil, and let the devil continue to kill without blinking an eye?Not only that, but he still shielded and shielded the devil for two lives, and even brought up those jokes from the previous life's battle between immortals and demons to humiliate Bai Ruoyi like that.

Either one is not tolerated by the world, and he will be blamed for his death!

Fortunately, as long as the Sanshengshi no longer traces his memory in reincarnation, almost no one in this world will know the real situation 200 years ago, let alone the Kunlun Demon Lord 200 years ago.

Also called Su Ye...

Blinking his eyes slowly, his eyelashes fluttering, Su Ye breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, Xue Lang's words pushed him back to hell.

Xue Lang: "Ah, I remembered. In your memory, does your mother replace half of your blood on every full moon night? What is she covering up? How dirty is your blood? Why is it splashed?" Sprinkled on the flowers and plants, can it wither in an instant and turn into a piece of scorched earth? I am very curious."

"Then just do a blood test, whether it's a human or a demon, you'll know!"