Devil reborn

The man walked in from outside the door unhurriedly, followed by a tall, thin and sullen young man, a tall young man with a spirited look, and a middle-aged man in his 40s.

Tall and mature, handsome, with a sense of oppression in the eyes of a superior person, this is the first impression of ordinary people when they meet Liao Jiandong, the Patriarch of the Liao family.

The smile was casual, the eyes were ambiguous, implying scrutiny, this was the first expression Liao Jiadong gave when he saw his fourth son, and it was also the most promising expression he had when facing Luo Chen in the following years.

Standing in the corridor on the third floor, the boy had red lips and white teeth, dark eyes, and white skin. He looked like a beautifully packaged porcelain doll. He smiled slowly at the man downstairs and raised his finger to touch the knot tied in the corridor.

"Crack!" There was a slight snapping sound, and the three-finger-thick hemp rope snapped, and the woman tied to the rope was like an egg dropped by a cook, and was about to be smashed to pieces with a crisp sound. The maids have already let out screams, in a flash——

Stretch out a hand from the second floor, and firmly grasp the end of the rope. The strong male servant is pulling the rope, and is about to be taken down from the second floor by inertia. Hugging their waists, stretching their arms, they hurriedly rescued the third wife who was foaming at the mouth from outside the fence on the second floor.

Liao Si swallowed his saliva, stretched out his hand tremblingly and probed under the third wife's nose, suddenly heaved a sigh of relief and patted the servant beside him and shouted, "Call the doctor quickly, hurry up, you're still alive!" !"

Several servants hurriedly carried the third wife into the house, and some people hurried downstairs to find a doctor.

In the midst of this noise, the leader of the incident stood calmly in the middle of the corridor on the third floor, quietly looking at the man downstairs.

Liao Jiandong, I'm back again.

The boy upstairs opened his mouth and said a word silently. His dark eyebrows and eyes were as deep as the vortex that pulled people into hell.

Before Liao Jiandong could figure out what he was talking about, he saw the other party smiling strangely at him...or the people behind him, and turned back to a room in the corner of the third floor.

The personal doctor of the Liao family hurried over with two assistants, and when he saw Liao Jiandong, he saluted: "Master Liao."

Liao Jiandong nodded: "The third wife hurt her neck, go up and have a look."

The tone was understated, as if it was not his woman, the mother of two children, who was hurt, but just an insignificant person.

The tall young man standing behind him lowered his head, a glint of pleasure flashed across his eyes.

"Zhenghui." The man called out without looking back.

The boy froze, quickly concealed the emotion in his eyes, raised his head and said respectfully, "Father."

Liao Jiandong glanced back at his eldest son, and said calmly: "You are tired after going out with me for the past two days, go back to your room and rest." Then he added: "By the way, go up and see your mother."

"Yes."

Liao Zhenghui's eyes brightened, thinking that his father really had a mother in his heart, and also thinking that this occasion was not suitable for him to express his happy emotions. After all, the life and death of the third wife were uncertain, so the expression on his face immediately froze.

He glanced up at his father secretly, seeing that he didn't frown at his behavior, Liao Zhenghui hurriedly retreated and went upstairs, thinking about what happened just now while walking——

The third wife who was hung upstairs...a weird strange boy...is that person his fourth brother...why didn't the father show anger... Does mother know...

Countless questions hovered in his mind, the eldest young master of the Liao family was in a mess, thinking that he must ask his mother carefully when he saw his mother later, that boy...

"Da Liao."

After Young Master Liao went upstairs, Liao Jiandong looked at the middle-aged man who had been silent behind him: "Go and ask Liao Si, what happened to the Liao family these days."

"Yes." The middle-aged man named Liao Da answered and left immediately.

There are three other brothers on top of Liao Si's housekeeper. The eldest brother Liao is the elder brother who has been by Liao's side all the time. The second and third children are outside helping Master Liao with his business, and the fourth is his housekeeper in Liao's house.

After Liao Da left, Liao Jiandong ordered lightly, "Come with me."

The tall, thin and sullen young man behind him didn't make a sound, and silently followed him to the study.

"This is the child?" In the study, Liao Jiandong stared at the young man with sharp eyes: "It seems that he is different from what you said."

Short-lived and non-karma is called a great void, and there are many disasters and events in one's life, catastrophes and adversities are frequent, and life-long hardships and things cannot be accomplished.

These four sentences are orders from the person in front of me to the four sons I have never met, but the natural begging and lonely fate rests on the face of the boy with quiet eyes and a strange smile, which seems to be very inconsistent now. .

Liao Jiandong has been in contact with the young man in front of him for a long time, and he has figured out a little bit about his theory of fortune telling. They all say that fate carries appearance, and a person who is born to beg and beggar should be born with cowardice and sorrow in appearance, but just now he looks at him from a distance. The youngest four sons—

sad?cowardice?

The person who dared to provoke him the first time they met, and the person who arrogantly hung the third child outside the fence, how could he be cowardly?

On the contrary, it is full of cruelty!

At this moment, Liao Jiandong didn't know that his fourth son was more than cruel. If he saw the dead portrait of the maid A Fen, he might not even be able to express his feelings for Luo Chen with the word "poisonous".

The young man in front of him is named Mi Huai, who was brought back from a remote island in Southeast Asia by Liao Jiandong three years ago, and has been by his side ever since.

This family has studied numerology for generations, specializing in all kinds of evil methods against the sky to change fate.

Mi Huai's family was burned to death by the residents on the island as a black wizard. When Liao Jiandong saw him, the other party was refining the island residents into a kind of corpse slave that he could drive.

This shows how vicious it is!

At this moment, Mi Huai was also frowning tightly, pinching her fingers and chanting, her face turned paler and paler.

"That's right," he said with a hoarse voice, as if his voice had been smoked, and it was hoarse and unpleasant: "According to the birth date you gave me, he is indeed destined for this fate."

Mi Huai once calculated for Liao Jiandong that he was born at Bingwu on the day of Renwu, the day of the day is prosperous, and his life is rich, but he was born in winter, the first half of his life was smooth, and the second half of his life was very difficult, and there were many twists and turns, but the wealth did not end well.

The same fate, Qingbai Layman who has been friends with the Liao family for generations has also approved for Liao Jiandong. The layman just sighed at that time and advised him that fate is fate.

But Lord Liao didn't believe it. He had won his brothers since he was a child, defeated his opponent in a fight, and sat firmly in the top spot of the Liao family. The second half of my life was full of twists and turns, and I could not end well!

Then came Mi Huai, an evil witch who claimed to be able to change one's life against the sky—it's not difficult to change one's life, as long as there is a suitable candidate.

The Mi family has studied the art of changing fate for generations. There is a method that only needs people who are connected by blood and bones, preferably people whose fortunes are opposite. to him.

Liao Jiandong was rich and powerful all his life, while his fourth son Luo Chen was begging and lonely all his life.

It's just that something is wrong with the originally selected object.

At this moment, Mi Huai thought of the cold glance that the boy on the third floor gave him, his eyes were like a ghost lurking in the dark looking at dead things, without any trace of anger, and he felt a little uncomfortable at once.

He thought for a while, and then affirmed again: "If there is no problem with the horoscope of the birthday, the fate will not be wrong, unless..." He paused, shook his head and said: "Unless someone changed his life for him, but now If there is no Mi family in this world, there will definitely be no one who can change someone's life."

As for the entire Mi family, he is the only one alive today.

Immediately Mi Huai was silent for a while, and continued: "At night, I sent 'people' to his room to find out."

Liao Jiandong glanced at him and nodded, but he couldn't help but see the bright red lips that moved slightly just now, and those bottomless black eyes again in his mind.

What did he... just say to himself...