When it comes to memories before the age of eight, Baili Changhuan would habitually replace them with memories related to his master to avoid thinking too much.

At that time, his name was not Baili Changhuan, but Baili Xinghui.

In the fire that burned away all his past, Jade Purity Immortal, who was not yet his master, covered his eyes, held him in his arms, and comforted him repeatedly.

"Don't look, it's okay, it's not Xinghui's fault, it has nothing to do with you, come with me, okay? I'll protect you from now on."

Even though his vision was blocked, he kept his eyes open, like a soulless puppet.

By the time I was willing to think about it, it was already a month later.

The old man, whom he had only met a few times, was waving a bunch of strange things in front of him.

"Look at this, isn't it fun? Grind it into a round shape and stick it here. It won't affect your vision and it can also protect your eyes."

"And this one. I see a lot of kids around your age gathered around that stall. They love it. This little grasshopper is so pretty, and it even jumps."

As Yuqing spoke, he injected spiritual power into it. The grasshopper jumped towards Xiao Baili's face, scaring him so much that he quickly dodged and even screamed.

The grasshopper was immediately collected, and Yuqing sat next to him: "Xiao Baili? Can you hear me?"

"Yes." Baili was frightened by the grasshopper and his face turned pale, but he still did not forget to reply obediently.

"Oh, that's good, that's good. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Can I take you to eat?" Yuqing asked, touching his head.

"They are all dead, right? Did I kill them?" Baili did not respond to him and asked on his own.

Yuqing looked at him with eyes full of heartache: "It's not your fault, it has nothing to do with you."

"The elders said that I was saved because of the kindness of the Baili family. They treated me very well, and someone came to see me every day..."

Baili looked down at his hands, as if wondering why there were no wounds on them. After a moment, he continued speaking.

"If I hadn't run out and chatted with strangers out of play, nothing would have happened to them. Before my mother died, she said it was all my fault. They raised me with such care, but not only did I not repay their kindness, I even led someone to murder them."

Yuqing suppressed his anger and almost crushed the grasshopper in his hand.

A famous and upright family has fallen into depravity and colluded with evil spirits. Just because their own son has a special fate, they have captured him and raised him as a blood sacrifice.

For his own selfish desires, he sent people to take a child's blood every day, studied various evil arts, and instilled incorrect ideas into the children.

He is only eight years old and does not have the innocence and liveliness that his age should have. His every move is like a puppet being controlled by someone.

Fortunately, a monk passing by that day discovered something was wrong. After further investigation, he found that there was no normal monk in the huge mansion, and everyone was carrying a torso that did not belong to him.

Either they cut off one of their arms and replaced it with the arm of a monster, or there were strange scales growing on their faces, or there were madmen with human heads and beast bodies roaring and screaming on the ground.

Even the mother that Xiao Baili mentioned was devouring people's hearts in order to maintain her appearance, and her legs under her dress were half snake tail and half fox tail.

In the entire Baili family, Baili Xinghui is the only normal person.

On the day when those sects joined forces to wipe out the Baili family, he took advantage of the chaos to bring little Baili out. For the first time, he violated his principles and used forbidden techniques to modify the memories of those who had seen Baili Xinghui.

This child has been trapped in a small space since birth, surrounded by greed and evil thoughts, but he still managed to escape unscathed. His soul is pure, which is truly rare.

"Xinghui, listen to me, their deaths have nothing to do with you, it's just retribution that fell there."

Yuqing held him in her arms and patiently explained everything bit by bit in words he could understand.

Xiao Baili just listened quietly. At the end, he still said the same words: "My mother said that I owed them."

"You don't owe anyone anything, they owe you." Yuqing sighed distressedly, not knowing how to correct the child's thinking.

After that, Xiao Baili became even more silent, and when he had nothing to do, he would sit on the ground and look at the stars.

Yuqing coaxed him in different ways every day, taught him to read and write, took him out to eat, drink and have fun, trying to make him forget his past memories.

There are some results, but the direction of development is a bit strange.

One day, Xiao Baili sat at his desk like an adult, pointing to the words on it and said, "I want to change my name. I think this one is good. This way I will always remember that I owe them a life."

Yuqing came over and looked at the word "repay" with worry.

He held the child in his arms, knowing that there was no room for rebuttal to what the child had said, so he could only pick up the pen and write down the other two words.

[Chang Huan]

"Is this okay? Those two words don't look good."

Xiao Baili stared at it for a long time and nodded: "Okay, then don't call me Xinghui from now on. I only recognize this name."

Yuqing sighed, "Xiao Baili, listen to me. It's okay to call me that, but that doesn't mean I agree with what you're saying. If you really want to repay a debt, you only owe yourself in this world, and you only need to repay yourself. Remember?"

"I don't quite understand. My mother said I owed her from the moment I was born. The elders said I owed them for feeding me and raising me. You've always taught me to read and played with me, so I owe you too. I have to repay you."

Xiao Baili said this seriously.

Yuqing touched his head and said, "You don't owe me anything, you don't owe anyone anything, be good."

He put the child down and asked with a smile, "Would you like to become my disciple? My place is beautiful, with many children about your age and cranes. It's really fun."

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