Devil reborn

"Why don't you marry for life? Hui'er, what do you think? Don't you want to piss your mother off by saying such words?!"

In Xiao Liao's house on Rio Boulevard, the familiar angry voice sounded again.Facing the disheartened young master who threatened not to marry any more, the second wife could no longer maintain her usual gentleness and elegance, and her voice sounded a little annoyed.

The slut of the third room is crazy, the mother and son of the fourth room died neatly again, the master has inexplicably started to cultivate himself over the years and keep away from female sex, the entire Liao family is about to fall into the hands of their mother and son, after all these years it can be regarded as Get over it.

But Zhenghui has been caring for her child for so long and still hasn't recovered from the shock of that year. How can she not be angry as a mother!

The second wife, Min Xiuzhen, pressed her forehead—when Fu Tingli, that bitch went crazy, not only killed most of her life, but also frightened her.

She rubbed her son's hand, and persuaded earnestly:

"It's because I was too used to you since I was a child, so that you can't stand the turmoil. It's just a woman. After death, you can marry again. There are many good girls in the world. You listen to your mother. That child has nothing to do with you. Marry a wife and child There can be more, don’t be obsessed with the past.”

The Eldest Young Master's face looked a little depressed, but at the age of 30, there were vicissitudes in his eyes that only an old man would have.He shook his head, did not explain too much to his mother, just lowered his head and said:

"Father sent someone to tell me to go to the mansion to meet him today. My son has retired first. Mother, you are not in good health. You should rest more. Don't worry about me, an unfilial son."

The second wife was so angry that she slapped him twice and scolded: "You still know that you are an unfilial son? How many days do I have to live, huh? Could it be that I won't be able to hold my grandson when I die!"

Back then, Fu Tingli injured the second wife's heart and lungs with the knife, but she was rescued, but her body collapsed right away.Everyone knew that this woman was just pretending.Until the moment when the Liao family is actually handed over to the young master, she will not close her eyes in peace.

Liao Zhenghui lowered his head and let his mother beat and scold him without saying a word.He never knew that he was a long-term lover, nor did he have any unforgettable love for his former wife and Mrs. Yu.Originally, he thought that after a person died and remembered for a while, he should remarry according to his mother's wishes, but Liao Zhenghui suddenly found that he couldn't do it.

He always dreamed of his eldest son who died innocently, crying and crying in his dream covered in blood!That was his first child, who suffered an unreasonable disaster and died under the knife of his wife's jealousy.

Liao Zhenghui was afraid. He didn't know what he was afraid of. It was a kind of fear that he couldn't explain clearly, as if the tragic death of Xiaoyu and the child were watching him in the dark, so that he couldn't think of marrying again.

It's just that I can't understand what I said to my mother.

The second wife felt helpless for her desperate son, and angrily beat him twice, and waved his hands to let him go, "Don't make your father wait, go quickly."

These years, not only my son has been in trouble, but even the master has been in trouble!

After the funeral, the master never went back to Xiao Liao's house, and lived alone in the mansion.He bought Maochuan Mountain, a small hill in the suburbs. He neither built a house nor did anything else. Instead, the first thing he did was to firmly surround the mountain with barbed wire, leaving no dead ends.

Then he ordered people to hunt and kill all the animals inside, dissected the stomach and didn't know what to find, and later pulled out all the trees and weeds, leaving only a bare mountain. The behavior was strange and scary.

The second wife watched the back of her son leaving, and sighed faintly.She is a smart woman, and she can vaguely guess why the master did that - I heard that the child's bones were found from Maochuan Mountain.

No one could have imagined that the master would pay so much attention to him when he was alive and ignored him, and when he was dead.

Fortunately, the person died, otherwise her Zhenghui would have had another obstacle.

Liao Zhenghui went to the Liao family mansion according to his father's order, and waited quietly at the door of the study.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man with a gentle face came out with a briefcase in his arms. He nodded hurriedly when he saw the young master of the Liao family, and then walked out under the leadership of Liao Da.

Liao Zhenghui couldn't help turning his head to look at that person, frowning slightly.He knew that person, Smith Liu, a British Chinese, and now the most famous psychologist in Sengkang, what is he doing here?

Before he had time to think, Liao Zhenghui knocked on the door, approached the study, lowered his head and said hello to the man behind the desk, "Father."

"En." Liao Jiandong responded lightly, he seemed to be in a bad mood, and there was some kind of inexplicable depression in the whole study, which made the young master standing there panting more cautiously, not daring to open his mouth to say anything first.

The children of the Liao family have always been more in awe of their father than in admiration.

Liao Jiandong looked at his eldest son coldly, seeing him trembling like a quail, with deep eyes, he felt very dissatisfied.

With this little talent, do you still want to take his place? !If it was that child, he would have found a seat and sat down by himself at this moment, took out the book and flipped through it casually without answering.

After the child's death, his temper has never been very good, the most impatient, and he has never been as afraid of himself as before. Authentic, straightforward and unabashed.

So cute, so alive...But who is he...Who is he...

There was a voice in a trance, "...Master Freud believed that this kind of dream is the 'visualization of concepts' in the dreamer's mind...Mr. Liao's frequent dreams of deceased relatives are often subconscious The desire to revive your loved ones reappears...It is because you are too sad in your heart that you create an image of your loved ones in your dreams...and be able to communicate and interact with them..."

Shit!What psychologist?It's all bullshit!

How could Luo Chen make it up by himself?He is so real, living in his dream, accompanying him for so long...how could it be a fabrication?

What nonsense!

Liao Jiandong sneered and thought, he shouldn't believe that the doctor who can only talk about "psychological effects" said such nonsense!If he hadn't held the funeral in a moment of confusion, Luo Chen might have been with him in his dreams all these years, might have forgiven his cruel father, and maybe they could have gone further...

There is always a way, there is always a way to get back what was lost...

"Father?" The cautious question interrupted the man's thoughts.

Liao Zhenghui waited for a long time without seeing anyone speak, so he raised his head boldly, and saw his father was sullenly thinking, and his aura around him was very frightening.Immediately afterwards, he returned to a smug look, full of eagerness to try, and looked a little abnormal.

Liao Zhenghui couldn't help feeling tense in his heart. He always felt that the father in front of him was not the same as before, as if he had fallen into some kind of magic barrier, which made people panic for no reason.

Liao Jiandong was interrupted from the joy of finding his youngest son, and stared at his eldest son displeasedly. Seeing his cowering appearance, he became even more angry. He grabbed a folder from the table and threw it over.

"Look at what you've done, the accounts are vague, and all these things have been learned in the dog's stomach over the years!"

The young master shivered from his father's fright, and quickly bent down to pick up the folder, not daring to argue for himself, "It's my son who didn't do well, please give me another chance."

"Okay, I'll give you one last chance. If you can't do it again, get out of here and don't do it. My Liao family won't make a waste like you!"

This is very embarrassing. The young master is a well-behaved person and works very hard. Although his talent is a bit poor, he is conscientious.Now being criticized as trash by his father, he couldn't help but turn paler, looking deeply shocked.

Liao Jiandong has never been a loving father who loves his son. He was very upset to see the boss acting so weak, so he waved him to leave quickly and don't be an eyesore here.

The young master left weakly.

"Hmph, you will find someone to vent your anger on your own. It's really unlucky to be your son."

There seemed to be a young man's sarcastic voice in his ear, but Liao Jiandong was not angry when he heard it. Instead, he said happily, "Si'er, is that you? I knew you were still by Dad's side. Dad misses you, come to dream." Meet me here, okay?"

The study room is quiet, no response...

If someone came in at this time, they would find that Sheng Gang said nothing, and the majestic and indifferent Lord Liao was talking to himself in the air with a gentle face. At first glance, he looked mentally abnormal at all, and his appearance was terrifying!

Liao Jiandong didn't get a response, and he got used to it. He stood up, went to the safe behind the study and entered the password, and then took out a small black velvet box from it, cherishing it like a treasure.

He went back to his desk and sat down, opened the box, and dragged out pieces of small white bones with silk silk—mostly broken joint bones, miserable white, with sporadically small teeth marks printed on them.

Liao Jiandong held the broken bones in one hand, and stroked them repeatedly as if possessed by a demon with the other hand, with a gentle and intoxicated expression, "Don't worry, my fourth son, we will meet soon."

In the underground execution hall of the Liao family mansion, Mi Huai, who was hung on the wall, coughed up blood, her bony face was full of numbness and despair.

Seeing the man walk in, he grinned and said weakly: "Master Liao, for the sake of following you for so many years, spare my life. I really can't do anything about the young master."

The soul has already returned to the underworld, no matter how powerful he is, Mi Huai, he can't get a second one!

"I said, if Si'er doesn't come back, you will die." The man was unmoved and cruelly sentenced him to death.

Mi Huai regretted his life, and now he couldn't hold on any longer, so he gritted his teeth and decided to sell his ancestors: "Wait, Master Liao! I still have a way! Our Mi family has a treasure that can raise the young master's soul, as long as... ..but the flesh really can't do anything about it."

Although she said it swearingly, in fact, Mi Huai didn't even know what the treasure was, it was something only the owner of the family could touch, and the owner of the family had long since died.He said this just to procrastinate for a while, to live for a while.

The corner of the man's mouth curled up, and a fiery gleam flashed in his eyes, "Enough is enough," he said.

As long as Si'er can "live" back into his dream, that's enough.