Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Save Me
Tao Ning was stunned. Could you judge someone's goodness or evil based solely on their date of birth? He couldn't imagine what Song's father would do next, so he just listened to Ayun continue. Ayun's expression darkened. "Until that master showed up..."
At the time, Ayun was only eleven or twelve. In his hazy memory, he followed the other servants. The atmosphere in the villa was oppressive and gloomy, like a storm. The servants didn't dare to look up. Only Ayun, young and small, hid behind a servant, curiously gazing at the center of the villa.
A little boy stood in the center of the villa. He had delicate features but an expressionless face. He did not have the liveliness and vitality of a child at all. He was naked, like a piece of meat without any dignity, ready for people to inspect and pick on.
Ah Yun knew this boy. The servant told him that this was Jin Gui's second young master, Song Yucong. However, the servant spoke with disdain, saying what a shame! No matter how precious he was, his life was worth less than those of servants! Just like his name, he was a weed, a useless thing!
With little Song Yucong at the center, the surrounding area was covered with talismans that Ah Yun couldn't understand, even a headless rooster and a bleeding black dog. Master Song and another young man with facial features similar to the second young master watched coldly. That is until a middle-aged man in Taoist robes entered.
Master Song's stern face suddenly broke into an ingratiating smile as he stepped forward and said, "Master You, you're finally here. Last month, our family lost several plots of land, and a white rainbow appeared in the sky. Is this all related to this calamity star?"
The man called 'Master You' was clearly only middle-aged, yet he had a beard half a palm long. He stroked it upon hearing this, then circled around Little Song Yucong. A faint glint flickered in his squinted eyes. He shook his head and sighed, "The Second Young Master was born in the tenth month of the Jiaxu year. Metal and fire conflict, making him the weakest of the Five Elements. His horoscope outlines the year, and his parents are incomplete. It was destined that a star would sweep him down! He was destined to be without blessings for his entire life, bringing unrest to his family."
He shook his head and sighed. Master Song's face turned pale. With a wink, the butler beside him quickly handed two large boxes to Master You. "This is a small gift from me. I hope you will accept it. If we can't get rid of the disaster star, do you have any other solutions?"
Master You closed his eyes and said nothing. Master Song quickly added five or six more suitcases and handed them to him. Only then did Master You shake his beard, open his eyes and slowly say, "Misfortune often follows fortune, and fortune often follows misfortune. The Second Young Master's fate cannot be solved by any magic, but the five organs and six energies are excellent materials for warding off evil and attracting treasures. Take their essence, qi, body fluids, fluids, blood, and veins, and combine them in a jade vessel. Bury it in the southwest ten feet away from the Queen Mother. This will ensure that the Song family will be worry-free and prosperous for generations to come."
With a loud bang!
There was a loud thunder outside the villa, and Ayun was startled. Haizhou had many typhoons and rainstorms, and before he knew it, it had started to rain heavily outside. He thought at that time that the roses in the garden that were blooming in full bloom might all wither after this rainstorm.
He didn't understand what Master Song and Master You were talking about. A servant said that they wanted to bleed the second young master. His blood was very useful. If it was packaged in high-quality jade, it could bless them to get rich!
They said with regret, "Alas, such a precious life, but I didn't expect that the body was valuable and could be of some use."
As the thunder sounded, two bodyguards rushed to the center of the villa and restrained little Song Yucong. Then, Ayun saw someone coming with a syringe thicker than a child's arm and walking towards Song Yucong who was kneeling on the ground.
Mr. Song, Young Master Song, Master You, the housekeeper, the driver... Everyone, including Ayun himself, stood outside the center and watched, but Ayun was curious about what would happen next, while the others had no expression on their faces, watching little Song Yucong struggle with cold eyes.
When Ayun recalled this scene, he suddenly realized that it must have been like a horror movie.
Little Song Yucong finally felt scared. His glass-like eyes were filled with fear as he looked at his two indifferent relatives and pleaded in not very fluent Chinese: "Dad, brother, save me! I will be very good, I...I don't want to have my blood drawn..."
However, no one responded, and the villa was as silent as death.
Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da.
Until the sound of high heels rang out, little Song Yucong's originally dim eyes suddenly lit up. He looked over carefully and saw that it was Mrs. Song rushing over here. The face that looked very similar to little Song Yucong was anxious. Little Song Yucong struggled even harder and shouted, "Mom, save me..."
But Madam Song's beautiful eyes never even glanced at him. Like a gust of wind that could not be grasped, she passed by him. She came to Mr. Song and slapped him hard. Her sharp nails scratched his face, leaving bloody marks. She cursed, "How could you let Hengzi out in the pouring rain? What if he gets sick? Do you want to kill Hengzi like you killed my father?!"
Mr. Song's face looked extremely ugly. He married into the family of his wife Wu Yue, and this matter had always been a pain that he could not let anyone mention. But fortunately, he outlived his father-in-law, and the entire Wu family's assets belonged to him, Song Rongguo. From then on, there was no Wu family, only the Song family.
But that father-in-law was also a good-for-nothing. He actually left one-third of his inheritance to that disaster star in the UK. The whereabouts of the will were unknown, and only the Wu family's former lawyer was executing it.
When you ask this woman, she just yells and talks nonsense. She's gone crazy.
He was extremely disgusted and thought that sooner or later he would divorce this woman and take back the gentle land outside. He waved his hand and ordered: "Send the lady and Song Heng to the room."
The servant practically dragged Madam Song away, while little Song Yucong was still begging her, crying, "Mom... don't go! Don't leave me!"
But from beginning to end, no one, including Mrs. Song, even glanced at him.
The bodyguard, holding a syringe, saw that Master Song and Master You agreed and was about to draw blood from little Song Yucong's body. But little Song Yucong looked at the two figures gradually disappearing at the stairs, and suddenly, with strength from nowhere, he struggled violently: "Let me go! Let me go!"
The two bodyguards almost caught him. Master Song was furious and ordered again coldly: "Lock him in the basement and release him when he behaves." His expression changed instantly and he looked at Master You: "Master, this evil star is not obedient. How about locking him up for a few hours and then taking his blood?"
"nature."
The two bodyguards followed the order, one pulled out Xiao Song Yucong's hair, the other grabbed his shoulders, and locked him in the basement. It was more like a solitary confinement room than a basement. The space was small and could only accommodate two or three people. After the iron door was closed, there were no windows, so no light could get in.
There is only endless darkness and silence.
"Let me out! Let me out!"
"Dad! Mom! Brother! Save me!"
"Let me out...I'll be good..."
"I'm a good boy...why did you lock me up..."
"...Dad, Mom, I want to go out..."
He pounded on the iron door desperately, but no one responded.
At first, the sound coming from behind the iron gate was angry. Slowly, as time passed, the sound coming from inside became weaker and weaker, until only fear and the whimpering of a small animal remained. In the end, there was no sound at all.
Master You calculated the time and said that the gathering of seven stars was a very auspicious sign and also a good time to take human essence and blood.
Mr. Song's shrewd face finally showed a kind smile, and he asked someone to open the confinement room.
The servant dragged out little Song Yucong, who was about to fall into a coma. He opened his eyes that were almost dry of tears, and blurred his eyes, he saw Master Song looking down at him. He wanted to ask for help, but he had said too many words for help, his throat was almost dry, and he could no longer make a sound.
Then he saw the bodyguard with the syringe come out and grab his hand. Someone else tied his arm with a rope, causing his thin blood vessels to bulge out. Then he felt a sharp pain as the cold needle pierced his blood vessels.
It hurts so much.
Little Song Yucong wanted to struggle, but he couldn't break free. He could feel the blood draining out bit by bit. His breathing became increasingly rapid. He watched as the red, sticky blood in the syringe transformed into a series of ugly, hideous faces. Those faces were covered in blood and flesh, but they opened their mouths and said:
You are a disaster star, your life is as worthless as your name.
So what if you were born rich? You will bring misfortune to those around you.
You deserve to die!
Song Yucong's pupils constricted as he let the wrist-thick needle suck up his blood. His face gradually turned pale, leaving purple bruises on his arms. He murmured like a madman, "I'm not... I'm not..."
His grandfather clearly said that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and would be rich and powerful in the future and continue the family's prosperity. His grandfather liked him, but disliked his father and brother, saying that they were equally heartless. Therefore, when his mother was about to give birth to him, he took her to England, just because he heard it from the servants.
He was unlucky, as Master Song, who lived far away in Hong Kong, hated him. Some even said that he was not actually Master Song's biological child.
He went to ask his mother if those words were true, but his mother rarely paid any attention to him. She would cry into the phone all day, saying that Song Rongguo was a beast and cursing Song Rongguo with all kinds of vicious words... Occasionally, his mother would hug him, but after a while, she would push him away and scold him: "Get out! It's all because of you, Rongguo, that I don't love you anymore! Get out!"
His grandfather said his mother was suffering from postpartum depression and mental damage, and told him not to take it to heart.
He took note and tried his best to please his mother, even trying to please the servants, hoping they would stop calling him a disaster star. Until his grandfather passed away, his father came to take them back home.
Little Song Yucong thought that with his father and brother, their family would be reunited, his mother would no longer be sad, he would be very good and obedient, and they would love him.
But no.
My father, believing him to be unlucky, placed his room in the most secluded corner, covered with eerie talismans. My brother never spoke to him, always looking at him coldly, sizing him up, occasionally revealing a hint of contempt and disdain, as if he were a lower-class animal. My mother loved my brother dearly and always spoke to him in a gentle voice, but when it came to him, she was cold and indifferent.
No one.
No one loves him.
Until now, they want to drain his blood.
The amount of blood in the syringe increased, and it became increasingly hideous and terrifying. Little Song Yucong simply couldn't handle having so much blood drained away at once, and passed out completely.
Since then, people would come to draw his blood every now and then. Occasionally, when Master Song came over, his face would be filled with joy, saying that his blood was useful! Useful!
At first, when the bodyguards grabbed him, he would beg them not to draw his blood. Later, he would struggle, scream, and roar, but it was no use, he couldn't break free.
If you don't cooperate, you will be locked up in that damp, dark basement.
That was the most terrifying place in Song Yucong's life - because it was too quiet, there was no sound and no light at all. He could only hug himself, huddle in the corner and tremble all over, bury his head in his knees, count every minute and second, and rely on talking to himself to get through the fear that was driving him crazy.
Later, Song Yucong began to cooperate with them in drawing blood. If there were too many needle holes and bruises on his hands, they could also draw blood from the blood vessels in his feet, until his hands and legs were covered with dense bruises.
Song Yucong's body temperature became lower and lower over the years, until he was like a cold corpse walking in the world. If someone touched him lightly, he would shiver from the cold.
In the days that followed, complaints began to circulate among the new servants, saying that the second young master of the Song family had a very bad temper, was moody and difficult to serve, was always throwing things and swearing at people, and spoke very rudely, so much so that one batch of servants after another was replaced to serve him.
Especially on a certain day in October of that year, the bad-tempered Second Young Master Song suddenly went crazy, smashed the restaurant to pieces, and almost cut the neck of the First Young Master Song with a piece of porcelain. Fortunately, Mrs. Song stepped in to stop him.
Afterwards, someone saw the bodyguard taking Young Master Song away, but few people knew where he was taken.
Ayun knew that the second young master had been taken to the basement again. He had never been there, but he heard that the place was eerie and it was best not to get close to it.
"Are you crazy, Song Yucong?!" "Bring the cane over here!" "You are indeed a disaster star, that's right..." "You are a lunatic!"
Countless insults and rebukes echoed in his ears. Song Yucong huddled in the corner, gasping for breath. He could hardly breathe and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. Those faces made of blood reappeared one by one, approaching with hideous noises coming out of their mouths.
“…Get out…get out…get out…”
“….Save me…”
Song Yucong shrank into the corner, holding his aching head and muttering to himself.
But it was no use. The voices of those people became an unforgettable nightmare, as if they were going to trap him to death in this dark solitary confinement room.
He shrank back in fear, shaking violently.
Just when he was about to despair, suddenly, the strong yet sweet scent of lemon dispelled the sickening smell of blood. His freezing body was embraced by a warm embrace, and a soft voice sounded gently in his ears.
"I didn't abandon you."
In an instant, the voices that frightened him disappeared. In his world filled with violence and pain, only this soft and light voice remained, soothing his anxiety and despair.
He raised his head, tears in his eyes.
"...You really won't abandon me?"
The boy nodded and hugged him gently.
"Yeah, really."
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