"Mom, mom, don't move...I'll bandage you, I, I..."

There was a hint of crying in his gentle voice. He tried hard to steady himself, but he couldn't suppress his trembling throat.

The night was ignited by human desire and killing, burning with blood-red light, illuminating pairs of pupils. In the chaos, a teenage boy once again witnessed the death of his close relatives. Apart from the blood on his hands that could not be wiped off, what else could he do?

Can't even hold it.

The car finally moved away a little, and they drove into a passage. Qinghe couldn't hear what Guard Chen said clearly. In his hazy and blurred vision, he could only see the man who always promised to be his shadow, opened his car door, and held his hand.

Holding his shoulder, he tried hard to listen, but could only hear a few words.

For example, words like "leave first, run away quickly".

Qinghe shook his head, "What should my mother do? What should she do?"

"It's very dangerous here! Qinghe!" Xie Tianfa rarely lost control of his emotions. His fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, "Qinghe! Calm down."

The moment he called out his name, it was as if there were hands pulling him out of chaos at the critical moment.

"I..." He calmed down a lot, so he knew clearly that Xie Tianfa wanted him to leave. He stretched out his blood-stained hands and grasped the black coat on his body tightly, "You come with me,

Don't leave me."

"You have to survive." Xie Tianfa was extremely calm, not like a teenager at all.

"I don't!" Qinghe was almost hysterical, shaking his head and crying in a begging manner, "I can't live! I can't live alone."

Suddenly, their vision went dark.

Yang Ling said, "What's going on?"

Jing Yun controlled the technique and said, "He lost consciousness."

Wei Huan said, "She must have been knocked unconscious by Xie Tianfa."

Jingyun quickly adjusted the memory time. After a long period of darkness, when the light reappeared, their vision was still in the car, but it seemed that they had changed to another one. This one was much worn and dusty than the previous one.

.As Qinghe's consciousness recovered, their vision became clearer and clearer. The person sitting in the driver's seat in front was still Guard Chen from before.

He felt something was wrong, lowered his head, and found that he was tied up. What he didn't expect was that the clothes on his body had been changed. At this moment, he was wearing the black coat that Xie Tianfa had worn before, and even that

A black felt hat was now on his head.

"What's going on!" Qing He shouted to Guard Chen sitting in front, "Where's Xie Tianfa?"

Guard Chen glanced at him in the rearview mirror, but with this simple glance, the sensitive Qinghe had already noticed his hostility. Even Wei Huan could detect the dangerous situation at this moment.

"Why do you look at me like that?" He tried to struggle, but couldn't. He could only repeat the question he was most concerned about, "Where is Xie Tianfa Ren?"

"He changed your clothes and became your scapegoat."

Qinghe, who kept struggling, suddenly stopped moving.

"What did you say……"

"He wanted to be used as bait, so I let him be. He also begged me to protect you." A smile appeared on the face of this middle-aged man who looked upright and honest. This successful smile made Qinghe heart-broken.

Xia Shenghan said, "He knows that those people will not give up if they don't cut off the weeds and roots, so he simply asked you to do the root that was destined to be cut off. You should thank him, otherwise you will be the one who dies at this time."

The chill on Qinghe's body was transmitted to Wei Huan through the Eye Divination Technique. This empathy may not be able to restore one tenth of the original owner's emotions, but even so, Wei Huan couldn't bear the pain.

Even Jingyun took a breath, "It turns out that it was because of this that Qinghe didn't die..."

No wonder, no wonder.

Wei Huan never understood why Qinghe wanted to summon souls and for whom.

What kept him alive in the quagmire for so many years was probably this little hope.

"Why are you doing this?" Qinghe still couldn't figure it out, "Who are you? Why are you doing this!"

The smile on Guard Chen's face gradually faded away. He clicked a few times on the control panel in front of the car, and a photo was projected. On it was a child who looked to be seven or eight years old. He was holding a big tree and smiling broadly.

Blind, innocent and cute.

"This is my child. If he is still alive now," Guard Chen glanced at him in the rearview mirror again, "he should be about the same age as you."

Qinghe stared at him in the rearview mirror and saw him frowning tightly, "He just entered elementary school. The next day, in the afternoon of the next day, he was kidnapped by a black market dealer on his way home. The first thing I know

I called the police immediately, and there was obviously surveillance, and the surveillance showed that the car drove into a dark area."

His facial muscles twitched with excitement, "I tried every method, but at that time, no one allowed anyone to go to the dark zone. It was a special period, but what about the police? I couldn't go, couldn't they?

You can’t go either?! They didn’t take any action and just spent the day like this.”

"I had no choice. I went to the Prime Minister's Office to petition, and I waited at the door, but that damn You Su never showed up!" He laughed morbidly, "I just waited, and I continued to wait until my child was completely back.

Without a home, he is so young and pitiful. You tell me, how cold it must be for him to be alone at night. I dare not think about it. I dare not even think about it!"

"Later, I saw on the news that your father had died. I was so happy. God finally had an eye and allowed this short-lived ghost to pay for my son's life."

"As for you..." He slammed on the brakes and took a deep breath, as if he had returned to his peaceful appearance. After getting out of the driver's seat, he walked over to open Qinghe's door and held his chin. "I want to

I came to your house as a guard just to let you experience the suffering that my son has suffered. He must have never imagined that one day he would be like that lunatic who knelt in front of the Prime Minister's Palace for several days and nights. The most precious thing

My biological son went to hell like this! Hahaha, hahahaha..."

Qinghe was about to speak, but the next second he lost consciousness, and all his memories turned into empty darkness.

Everything happened so suddenly, Wei Huan did not expect that the truth would be so ironic. This was because of this abnormal and perverted hatred, Qinghe became a complete victim.

When the memory worked again, Qing He had been sold to the dark zone. He was tied up like an animal and lying on the ground. Standing next to him was the so-called guard Chen. He looked to the other side. When he raised his head, Wei Huan saw a familiar figure.

.

"Isn't this the lame man we saw in the memory of Yanshan Desert last time?" Yang Ling asked.

Yan Shanyue nodded, "Yes, he was the one who sold Qinghe to Yanshan Mo."

Wei Huan spoke slowly, "So this is why Qinghe has always wanted to find this person. He is not seeking revenge from him, but wants to find Guard Chen through him."

Yang Ling: "The real target of his revenge is this Guard Chen?"

Yun Yongzhou said, "No, he wants to find out more about Xie Tianfa's whereabouts after he left from this guard Chen."

Although he knew very well that since those people no longer pursued him, they had obviously killed Xie Tianfa who was pretending to be him. After all, under his father's careful protection for many years, what had the real Prime Minister's son grown into?

In this way, not many people know that this trick of changing the civet cat for the prince in a desperate situation allowed Qinghe to survive, and also turned his destiny upside down.

Overnight, he changed from the favored son of the mortal continent to a human slave with a clearly marked price on the black market. From then on, he had to face the beatings and kicks every day. In order to survive, he had to learn to be like a dog and fight with others.

Other human slaves compete for the little bits of alms given by the dealers, dregs that are too disgusting to be called food. Even if his innate pride is trampled under his feet and crushed alive, he must survive.

Trapped in a sweltering airtight container with more than a dozen human slaves, he vaguely heard someone talking about branding demon patterns.

"I heard that if you are branded with your family crest, you won't be able to escape."

"You still want to escape? You are crazy! If you escape, you will die!"

"Do you think you can survive if you stay in the Monster Clan? Don't you know how many people have been tortured to death?"

"I heard that some demon masters will feel unlucky when they see people with demon marks on their faces. At that time, they will send them away. Out of sight, out of mind."

"But this is all random. How do you know how to brand it on your face, and that thing is too scary..."

"Some people say that there is a medicine that you can take, as long as you dare to take it..."

In order to get the medicine, Qinghe deceived this guy who was reselling banned drugs, knocked him unconscious, and drank half a bottle by himself. The side effects made him almost die on the road.

But his cruelty allowed him to succeed, and sure enough, the demonic pattern was eventually branded on his eyes that were so beautiful that people can remember them at a glance.

In their field of vision, the shackled Qinghe slowly walked out of the crowd step by step, with all kinds of strange things printed in his distracted eyes. All kinds of monsters competed to be spectators. Their faces were either surprised or watching the show, and they looked funny.

And sarcastic.

An extraordinary-looking young man appeared in the crowd, holding a basketball under his arm and looking at him from afar.

Qinghe raised his head, and their eyes only met for a moment.

He is different from others, there is silent compassion in his eyes.

"It's Brother Huanhuan..." Yang Ling looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

Wei Huan's whole body froze.

The repetition of this passing moment turned into a reunion after many years.

The same pride of heaven, the same pride and wisdom, the same refusal to accept fate.
Chapter completed!