Morning Star

Chapter 140 The evil of human nature

Suddenly the door opened and a beam of light came from the doorway. He raised his hands to cover his eyes uncomfortably, then stood up by supporting himself on the ground as if by reflex.

The chains made a series of noises due to his actions.

He knew he couldn't go there because he was locked up, but he still ran to the corner.

But before he ran far, the chain on his left foot was pulled, and he lost his balance and fell forward to the ground.

The hand holding the chain exerted a little force, and he was dragged in front of the man like a rag doll.

He struggled to escape, but his head was pressed to the ground by a big hand.

"Why haven't you made any progress after struggling so many times? You have to suffer." The man's voice was filled with disdain and irritation.

He took out a white ceramic jar and placed it on the ground, then pulled the chain on the little boy's left hand. A stream of light cut the little boy's wrist, and bright red blood fell into the white porcelain jar.

The little boy looked at the white porcelain jar with hatred in his eyes, but no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

The white porcelain jar was filled with blood and he fainted due to exhaustion.

But the next moment he was still sitting there, and the door was opened again. A man dressed as a servant came in with food, and threw the food in front of him like feeding a dog.

"Eat quickly." the man said impatiently.

The little boy sat there with his eyes downcast, not moving a muscle. He never looked at him, nor did he look at the blood-replenishing food in front of him.

The servant sighed and walked forward, grabbing the hair at the back of his head without any courtesy and splashing water on him before he raised his head.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you, a thing worse than a dog, throw a tantrum at someone?"

As he spoke, the servant reached out and grabbed a handful of food from the bowl: "You don't want to eat, right? Let's see if you can eat it today. Give it to me!"

The servant pried open his mouth and forced the food in his hand into his mouth.

He struggled and pushed the servant away.

The servant fell down without paying attention, cursing, "Damn it, he's still so energetic after bleeding three times a month."

After saying that, the servant used his spiritual energy to wrap around the little boy's body so that he couldn't move, and then continued to stuff food into his mouth.

The gloating expression on his face fully displays the evil of human nature.

"Eat! Give it to me!"

The servant didn't stop until all the food in the bowl was filled, and threw the little boy to the ground like garbage.

He clapped his hands, cleaned up the dishes, and looked at the little boy who was lying on the ground vomiting with disdain.

The servant turned and left the room with a look of disgust.

The door slammed shut and the world fell silent again.

Time passed day after day, year after year, the little boy's blood was drawn three times a month, and he had been in that dark place for four years.

Long periods of time without sunlight and frequent excessive blood loss caused his skin to be sickly pale, and his body was thinner than the boys in the same cage. But his young face had opened up a lot and became more beautiful.

A line of light gradually widened, and he still raised his hands to cover his eyes reflexively.

Soon a figure enveloped him in darkness again, and he let go of his hand.

The man's appearance was blurry under the light and shadow, and there was another short figure following beside him.

"Haha, Daddy, let me take his blood today too?" the dwarf next to the man said excitedly.

After hearing this, the man rubbed the dwarf's head lovingly and said, "Okay."

The door behind him closed with a click as he finished speaking, and the only light in the room came from the glass lamp again.

This time the boy did not struggle. He sat there quietly like a lifeless doll.

The dwarf took out a short knife and squatted beside the boy.

The dagger pointed at the boy's pale face, and he asked the boy anxiously, "Where do you want to get blood from today?"

He slashed the boy's cheek with a dagger: "Is it here? Or..."

The short knife slowly moved to the boy's chest and cut through his clothes: "Or here?"

"..."

The boy didn't even frown, as if he felt no pain, and his eyes were closed.

The man just stood by and watched his little son making trouble without stepping forward to stop him.

The dwarf didn't see the expression he wanted to see on the boy's face, so he twisted his face in displeasure, and then stabbed the dagger into the boy's thigh mercilessly: "Or here?"

The boy finally opened his eyes, but just stared at him coldly.

The boy's sudden look startled the dwarf, who reflexively sat down on the ground.

The man frowned after seeing this, and finally spoke: "Jie'er, stop making trouble. Don't you want to take his blood?"

The dwarf finally reacted and glared at the boy angrily. He grabbed the dagger that was stuck in the boy's leg and pulled it out. Blood splattered everywhere, but he didn't care.

He took a white porcelain jar and placed it on the ground, then pulled the chain on the boy's right wrist and forced the boy to raise his hand.

With a wicked smile on his face, he stabbed the dagger into the boy's arm, held the handle and slowly slashed it downwards. Blood rushed out of the wound and fell into the white porcelain jar.

The boy frowned and his body trembled slightly, his other hand tightly grasping the hem of his clothes without making any sound.

After the blood was taken, the boy fell to the ground but was not completely unconscious. The dwarf held the white porcelain jar filled with blood and handed it to the man like offering a treasure: "Daddy, the jar is full."

The man rubbed the dwarf's head and said, "Well, Jie'er did a good job."

The dwarf smirked at the compliment, then turned around and stared at the boy who was about to faint with a gloating look.

He walked forward and kicked the boy in the abdomen: "You deserve it!"

"..."

"Oh!"

The door was closed again.

One day, four old men came into the house and without saying a word, they used a mystical technique to hit the boy. The iron chain that locked the boy gradually turned golden.

The four old men each pulled an iron chain, and then pulled the chains at the same time, forcing the boy to lie on the ground.

He recited the terms rapidly as the chains were embedded into the ground.

The boy lay on the ground with bloodshot eyes, struggling to get up, with a faint demonic aura lingering around him.

Upon seeing this, one of the four men used a sword made of spiritual energy to pierce the boy's scapula and back mercilessly.

Immediately, bright red blood gushed out from the wound, staining the surrounding clothes red.

Without any hesitation, the four of them quickly took out a forbidden technique with one hand and hit the boy directly, entering his body.

After a few breaths, the evil spirit around the boy completely dissipated. He did not continue to struggle, but lay on the ground with his fists clenched tightly, trying his best to endure something.

His messy black hair covered half of his face, so his expression could not be seen clearly. All we knew was that he looked extremely pale.

After an unknown amount of time, the four old men left the house and the man from before walked in.

He looked down at the boy lying on the ground and said, "You can leave today, but your blood will still be taken as usual."

He waved his hand casually, and the chains that had bound the boy for all these years broke with a crisp sound.

He left the house, leaving the door open.