He said: "As a retainer, he is not optimistic about his master. That's a big mistake. Jiang Yu, please get the punishment!"

Tang Shihai punished Jiang Yu to hold a basin of clear water and kneel on the bluestone road beside the lotus pond for a whole day in the face of the scorching sun.

When he knelt until his knees were numb, his sweat beads as big as beans on his forehead and tears of grievance fell, his thin body kept trembling.

Jiang Yu's hands softened, and the golden basin between his palms fell down. The clear water slid along the forehead to his chin, and dripped into his wardrobe, making his heart cool.

In the past, he always felt that if he did better or better, his father would look at him more and perhaps like him.

But at this moment, he realized that no matter how good he did, he would never be able to see him.

The word "master" in Tang Shihai's mouth and his indifference to him for many years were like an invisible knife, cutting his already scarred heart again and again.

A pair of skinny little hands stood up on the white jade railing beside the lotus pond with difficulty.

At this moment, he just wanted to escape, leave the cruel and ruthless place, and find a place without humiliation and indifference.

Jiang Yu walked out of Tang in a daze and walked into the noisy street, like a wandering soul, turning a blind eye to everything around him.

He hesitated until the vendor stuffed Qiankun Painting into his arms and said that his things should be taken away.

For eight years, he has suffered all the humiliation in the Down family, and he wants to get back everything he has, including his long-abandoned self-esteem.

When he came back with Qiankun painting, Tang did not change at all. No one cared about where he went, and perhaps no one knew that he had gone out.

Jiang Yu showed a sarcastic smile. With his ability, what can he get back when he comes back?

There were constant laughter around him, but he was the loneliest person.

Tang Siyan never repents when he died. At this time, he was blindfolded with black cloth and chasing several little girls.

He stumbled over, grabbed Jiang Yu's hand, and smiled and said, "Little Beauty, please catch you!"

When the black cloth was taken off, the obscene smile instantly turned into contempt. After snorting coldly, he chased the little girls again.

Jiang Yu clenched it tightly

When Kun Hua held the blue veins on the back of his hand, he felt cruel for the first time in his dim pupils, and the idea of ​​killing appeared in his heart.

After a while, he let go of his hand and returned to the room with a dejected look.

He put Qiankun painting on the table, and had nowhere to vent his grievances and anger, so he raised the teacup and wanted to throw it away.

Finally, he carefully put it back to his original place. He had long been accustomed to catering to others with timidity and had no courage to even throw a cup.

"Useless thing! I deserve to be stepped on by someone." A slander suddenly appeared in the empty room, and the voice was angry but also revealed a hint of desolation.

"Who, who is talking?" Jiang Yu looked around uneasyly, and the grievance in his heart instantly turned into fear, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Waste!" Accompanied by a burst of arrogant laughter, Qiankun painting had floated in the air from the table and then spread out automatically.

Jiang Yu was so scared that he fell to the ground, and kept moving backwards, screaming "Monster, monster!"

"A person who is not even as good as a dog who is bullied by others is even afraid of monsters?

I tell you, demons are not scary, what is scary are those hypocritical people, who are despicable, selfish, and hypocritical, and kill innocent people under the guise of justice."

The Qiankun painting trembled violently, and a red shadow in the painting was wandering back and forth, as if looking for a way out.

Jiang Yu was very scared, so scared that he covered his ears and shook his head, rolled and crawled to the bed, hiding in the quilt and shivering.

"A useless waste, your mother sacrificed her life and wanted you to inherit the family business of the Tang family, but you forgot hatred in exchange for your fatherly love that never existed before. Even after being bullied and abused, you can still greet her with a smile. I really feel sad for your mother."

Jiang Yu was still very scared, but he was more curious than fear. He couldn't help but lift the quilt, poked his head out and asked, "How do you know, you know?"

The painting seemed to have heard a huge joke, and when the laughter came out, the whole painting was trembling.

After laughing wildly for a moment, it floated to Jiang Yu again and said, "I not only know everything about you, but I can also help you!

Only when the strong survive can they become stronger, and everything you want can be obtained, while the weak are not worthy of living in the world. This is the ever-changing truth.

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Jiang Yu is very timid and cowardly, but so many years have passed, he is too tired to live. At this moment, he feels that it is better to die than to live in such a humble way.

But he was not willing to let it go. Why did he die after being humiliated for seven or eight years?

He wants to become stronger, to step on all those who insult him, and to let the father who has never seen him directly regret it!

"Can you really help me?" he asked, his voice no longer had the fear he had before, but he had more expectations.

"Of course, as long as you sign a life-and-death contract with me, I will help you get everything you deserve and make those who insult you live or die!"

The tempting voice made Jiang Yu feel yearning. He hurriedly got out of bed, stood in front of Qiankun painting, and raised his little finger, thinking that this would allow him to sign the contract.

"Haha..., you are so stupid. The life and death contract I mentioned is, I live, you die!"

When Jiang Yu heard this, he fell to the ground again, and his thin body trembled continuously.

"Why, I'm afraid? Since that's the case, just pretend I've said nothing, but I have to remind you, once your father knows that you have not lost your memory, he will hold a sword at you again like eight years ago and kill you without hesitation!" After that, Qiankun Painting had the intention to roll it up again.

"Not afraid!" Jiang Yu suddenly stood up, took out a dagger hanging from his waist, pulled it out with force, and said, "What do you want me to do?"

Qiankun Painting stopped scrolling, sighed and said, "It's very simple. You stab the dagger in your hand into your heart and willingly sacrifice your soul to me. I can parasitize in your body and help you get everything back."

Jiang Yu was afraid of pain, darkness, loneliness, and even more afraid of death, but these things were always with him and tormenting him.

When he heard that Tang Shihai would kill him with his own hands, he was completely desperate. When he was desperate to a certain extent, death was not that scary.

Tears at the corners of his eyes slid down, but he smiled hard on his face. He held the dagger and inserted it hard into his heart.

From the moment the sharp blade slashed his body, he knew that what he wanted was never power or status, but a father's words of concern, a warm look, a kind of father's love that he longed for but never received.
Chapter completed!