...Inside the phantom formation of clouds and mist.
When Tang Ming stepped into the formation, the scene in front of him changed instantly.
Logically speaking, he was located on a mountaintop somewhere deep in the Bamboo Forest Mountain, but when he entered the formation, the clouds and mist rolled in and condensed into a small, dim room.
In the room, a little boy was lying alone in the corner, wrapped in a carpet, shivering.
"Dong dong dong!"
Outside the door, someone kept hammering on the door. Along with the ridicule and curses from his peers, the little boy was tightly wrapped in the carpet and huddled in the corner.
This scene.
Tang Ming is no stranger to this.
Because that little boy is him.
This is what he encountered in the Tang family in Jinling back then. Those who laughed and cursed outside the door were Tang Haolin and other direct descendants of the Tang family.
After his parents disappeared, he was isolated by the Tang family.
Not to mention the direct descendants of the Tang family, even the collateral descendants and even the servants' sons could bully him at will.
"Tang Ming, you bastard, come out quickly!"
"Hahaha, you lost dog, come out and get beaten."
"The broom star, Tang Ming, you are the broom star, you can kill your own parents."
"Get out of Tang's house quickly..." There was a roar of laughter outside the door, and the banging on the door became louder.
The little boy was in the corner, covering his ears, while Tang Ming was suspended in the void, watching this scene quietly, without sadness or joy.
Sudden.
The little boy raised his head and looked at Tang Ming timidly: "Can you help me?"
"How to help?"
Tang Ming asked.
"Those people outside bully me all day long and don't allow me to eat. Please help me kill them!"
There was a hint of hatred in the little boy's eyes.
Tang Ming was indifferent and said calmly: "You have to solve your own problems yourself. I can help you for a while, but I can't help you forever."
"No, you can!"
The little boy suddenly raised his head: "You are me, I am you, help me kill those people outside and massacre the entire Tang family, then you can save me!"
"Saving me means saving yourself!"
"You and I are one!"
The little boy's words, filled with wisps of spiritual vibrations, surged toward Tang Ming.
Everything here is the memory that Tang Ming has experienced before and is engraved in the deepest part of his soul.
"Why don't you help me?"
The little boy lifted up the carpet, revealing his body covered in bruises.
Tang Ming remained unmoved and looked indifferent.
"I've had enough bullying. My parents are missing. Everyone in the family doesn't like me. I don't have enough to eat, I don't have enough clothes to wear, and I have to be beaten all day long."
"I can't bear it anymore."
"I really can't bear it anymore, I really want to die..." The little boy was in a low mood, and there was a sense of death surrounding him.
I saw him picking up a blade from the ground, putting it on his wrist and slashing it hard, and blood flowed out instantly.
Almost at the same time.
Tang Ming frowned slightly and stretched out his left hand. He saw a blood stain on his left wrist, which was exactly the same as the scar on the little boy's wrist.
Even the frequency of blood dripping is very similar.
"It's interesting. He is indeed a natural phantom."
Tang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.
He suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked out the door - "Bang!"
The door was kicked open, and Tang Haolin and others swarmed over, carrying sticks and eggs and vegetable leaves in their hands, and threw them forward without looking.
The little boy collapsed in a pool of blood, letting these things hit him. He just turned his head and looked at Tang Ming calmly in the pool of blood.
Tang Ming was also looking at him, and saw his own pupils inside the little boy's pupils. They were both indifferent and calm.
In an instant.
An extremely violent bloodlust surged into his heart.
Tang Ming's eyes turned slightly red, and the Shura Flying Sword trembled, filled with boiling murderous intent, wanting to kill everything in front of him.
"Why don't you help me?"
"Tang Ming, why don't you help me?
Helping me is helping yourself. You are Tang Ming and I am Tang Ming. You and I are one."
"Don't you hate the Jinling Tang family deeply?"
"Why are you watching these idiots bullying me now?"
The little boy's face was getting weaker and weaker, and more and more blood was flowing out, but his calm eyes had turned red.
"..." A little cold sweat broke out on Tang Ming's forehead as he suppressed the murderous intention in his heart.
Sudden.
"Bang!"
Everything in front of me suddenly shattered.
The scene spun rapidly, and suddenly, Tang Ming appeared in the lobby of a luxurious and majestic villa.
The surrounding environment and people are so familiar.
A young man was tied up and paralyzed on the ground.
Tang Anshun, Tang Xue, Tang Haolin, Tang family elders, and Tang family guards all surrounded him, with extreme disgust in their cold eyes.
"The evil deeds of Tang Ming are trying to tarnish my cousin by doing unethical things, corrupting the rules of our ancestors, and ruining the reputation of our Tang family!"
"Starting immediately, we will expel the Tang family, exterminate our ancestral home, break our legs, and will not allow us to step foot in Jinling for the rest of our lives!"
"Elder law enforcement, execution!"
Huh! An old man with a stern look stepped forward and suddenly poked it with his vigorous fingers.
Puff! Puff! The boy screamed and vomited blood.
Almost at the moment when his hamstring was severed, Tang Ming, who was suspended in the void, felt severe pain in the muscles and veins all over his body.
"Aren't you going to help me?"
The young man lay paralyzed in a pool of blood and looked at Tang Ming calmly: "You also experienced this scene back then. Your hatred at that time was a hundred times stronger than mine. You even wanted to tie bombs to blow up all these people!"
"Why can you now watch me being tortured and remain indifferent?"
"..." Tang Ming frowned and didn't say a word, but from the rippling aura around him, it was not difficult to tell that he was suppressing his nature.
The instinct to kill! The picture in front of him outlined the deepest anger in his heart.
When he was framed by Tang Anshun and Tang Xue, he was so heartbroken that he really wanted to buy explosives and die with the Tang family. Unfortunately, this idea was too naive.
The screen changed again.
The young man was dragged and thrown out of the Tang family gate like a dead dog, leaving a shocking blood trail behind him.
"Haha, look at this man, he looks like a dog!"
"The eldest son of the Tang family?
Damn, this is an idiot."
"That is, he is worse than a pig or a dog. If it weren't for his parents, how could our Tang family have suffered such a disaster?"
"The elder is still too kind. It would be better if I killed this person directly."
"That's right, bah, it's like a dead dog..." The Tang family disciple sneered coldly.
All kinds of vicious words swarmed towards the young man, but in reality, wisps of violent aura arose in the void, constantly coming towards Tang Ming.
The young man is Tang Ming.
Tang Ming is a young man.
In the distance, a Rolls-Royce Phantom drove slowly over. The vehicle stopped, and an elegant and beautiful woman got out of the car.
The woman looked at the young man on the ground, her red lips as thin as rose petals slightly raised, full of disdain.