After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

Everything about Qin Jin is fake, starting from the very beginning of his life.

The moment a child is born, he or she is torn away from his or her real blood relatives. A pair of big hands pick up the baby in the cradle, and the unfamiliar face is named "mother" from then on.

"Mother loves you so much."

Every day, every day, from a baby who can only open his clear eyes and look at the world ignorantly, to a one-year-old child who can speak consciously, these six words have been subtly engraved into the deepest part of his cerebral cortex.

The child learned to walk under the care of his mother, and the tall man came over and stroked the top of his head.

"Father will teach you how to grow into an outstanding adult."

He looked up with a confused look, not understanding what his father meant. What does "excellent" mean? What is an adult? A very big person?

The young child sat on a cushion and played with a puppet. His mother taught him carefully that the correct way to do it was to tie the string around the puppet's wrist.

This is the right thing to do.

The child nodded ignorantly and wrapped the string around his slender wooden wrist. The mother guided his fingers and tightened the string little by little.

Qin Jin was afraid, and tears welled up in her grape-like eyes: "Mom, won't it hurt?"

"Child, it's a puppet. Many people will be puppets. They won't feel any pain."

With a "snap", the specially made transparent puppet line penetrated into the wood and suddenly tightened into the puppet's wrist. Qin Jin felt his scalp numbing, as if his own flesh and blood were also in pain.

"Be good, you should practice your mother's strength in the future. It's getting late. What do you want to eat, Xiaozu?"

The feeling of loss was swept away, and the child's attention was quickly diverted. He said excitedly: "I want roast chicken!"

"Okay, it's up to you."

His mother squatted down and pinched his cheek lovingly, whispering: "Father and mother love you so much, so we hope you are happy and hope you will get better and better."

"I know!"

He smiled brightly: "You are all doing this for my own good!"

That night, after he fell asleep, his mother came to his father with a sinister look on her face and said coldly, "This child has too strong a sense of independence."

It was obvious that the man had also discovered this problem. He pinched the bottom page of the book with his fingers and said calmly: "Strangle it."

Even the night breeze is warm in summer, but a coolness that penetrates the heart spreads in the air.

Not long after, Qin Jin began to practice calligraphy, yes, only calligraphy.

He knew every word, but had never read a book. He did not know benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, and did not know how to be gentle, kind, respectful, frugal and modest. He did not even have basic common sense.

The few things I know are all learned from my parents.

Today, an unconscious teenager was sitting on a wooden chair. His father wrapped the puppet string around his wrist and then suddenly tightened it.

"呲-"

It cut into the flesh and stuck to the bones, and blood splattered and landed on the boy's long, thick, curled eyelashes.

He leaned very close, and with his clear, innocent eyes he carefully observed his father's technique, not thinking that there was anything wrong with embedding the thread into a person's body.

Mother said they wouldn't feel any pain.

His father also taught him that he had to study hard to grow into an outstanding adult.

His common sense seemed to be modified, and he only knew that what his parents said was right.

Mother: "Ozu, you can't touch that."

So he obediently withdrew his hand from the book that could teach him more truths.

Father: "Eat more. A man should be brave."

So he swallowed the green peppers that he hated so much that he couldn't stand it.

"You can't go out and play today."

He put aside his playful thoughts and went back to his room to practice puppetry.

"Tell me everything Ozu is thinking."

He told his father all the information in his mind without leaving out anything.

The two of them had been observing him, watching him retreat again and again unconsciously without any bottom line.

They showed satisfied smiles, which were the best praise and affirmation for such innocent children who only had their parents in the world.

Qin Jin is very well-behaved and obedient. After mastering the puppetry lines, he began to learn more advanced illusion and hypnosis puppetry techniques.

He is seven years old this year, and his talent in hypnosis is gradually showing. The two found that he is very different from other cultivated puppets. He learns faster and more accurately, as if this person was born for hypnosis and illusion.

Very pleasant surprise.

His mother always smiled at him and his father would stroke his head lovingly.

"Study hard and bring great glory to Tantra in the future."

"Xiaozu, you must work hard."

"Ok!"

He nodded heavily.

To what extent has this terrifying manipulation reached?

When it came to writing a character, if there was no order from the two, Qin Jin would be at a loss halfway through and would not know how to start writing next.

He would not act on his own without his parents' orders, and he did not know how to act.

When he was nine years old, he packed his bag and went to the top of the mountain to pick a herb according to his parents' instructions. Before he left, his mother touched his face reluctantly and sobbed: "You must come back safely. Mother will always be waiting for you at home."

His father patted his shoulder and said, "I'll ask your mother to make something you like. Remember to come back early."

The young and naive boy embarked on a journey alone. When he was collecting herbs and preparing to return, he encountered a gang of bandits.

There were five or six of them, all tall and strong. There was no way a nine-year-old child could survive from them.

The evil bandit laughed loudly and cut many wounds on the boy's body with his knife like teasing a kitten. The boy struggled desperately but could not escape and had to lie on the ground dying.

Can not go back.

Can't go home.

【Mother will always be waiting for you at home. 】

【Remember to come back early. 】

Just like a puppet receiving an order from its master and starting to carry out the mission regardless of the consequences, he suddenly opened his blurry eyes, and he didn't know where the strength came from, but his whole body suddenly burst out with a terrifying and captivating aura.

As if he had forgotten the pain in his body and the blood flowing from his wounds, he kept pushing the bandits away, then snatched the sword and killed them with blood-thirsty eyes. Incredibly, it was a miracle that he survived this losing battle where he had no chance of winning.

The entire fight was seen clearly from beginning to end by the man and woman hiding not far away.

The woman raised an eyebrow. “That’s the power of the cultivation style.”

The man curled his lips: "Humans have potential and explosive power, which is much stronger than those puppets that can only be controlled to move."

You see, they can turn defeat into victory even in desperate situations. The puppets trained in this way are so amazing.

That’s right, this was a trap that the two of them set up specifically to test Qin Jin’s obedience and explosive power.

Those kind words of advice before leaving home were just mandatory orders, and the evil bandits were also called by them. This test is extremely satisfactory, so we can report it to the higher-ups and train more puppets of this type in the future.

They also have endless fun playing with other people's lives.