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

When Qin Jin was ten years old, his hypnotic illusion skills had reached top level, causing a sensation in the clan.

There is a precious treasure in Tantric Buddhism, which is a red blood diamond. No one knows where it came from, but it is said to be cool and cold. It is only rumored to have the effect of enhancing illusion and hypnosis. It has been passed down from generation to generation, but no one has any effect on it. Coincidentally, it worked when it fell on Qin Jin.

The tribe members were greatly surprised. Perhaps it was just as his parents said, he was born for hypnosis and illusion, and was born to bring the Tantric puppetry to its extreme.

After the blood diamond was given to him, Qin Jin's strength increased dramatically. According to normal development, he would become the strongest puppet of the Tantric Buddhism so far, and their most outstanding and proud work, but an accident happened not long after.

One day, after practicing puppetry, he went for a walk in the yard. Suddenly, a crazy beggar with disheveled hair and ragged clothes jumped out from the flowers.

It was a woman, her face covered with dust and her original appearance could not be seen clearly. She was holding a white hyacinth carefully in her hand. She ran towards him excitedly, but stopped timidly just one step away.

"Jin'er... I give it to you..."

She was dirty all over, except for the hyacinth in her hand, which was pure white.

Qin Jin had a blank expression on his face, wondering where this assassin came from.

The next second, a large number of guards rushed into the yard and grabbed the woman. The woman was frightened and began to struggle hysterically.

"My son... my son! They took you away from me when you were just born..."

The guard's eyes darkened suddenly, and he pushed forward with his spear, piercing the woman's heart with a "swish".

"Cough...cough..."

The warm blood that came out of his mouth dyed the hyacinth in his hand blood red.

"Quickly... run away from the devil..."

A pool of blood bloomed under her body, hyacinths fell, the woman's pupils lost their light, and she soon stopped breathing. Her eyes looked at Qin Jin reluctantly, and they did not close until she died.

His biological mother's blood splattered on Qin Jin's cheeks. Although he didn't know the woman's identity, he still felt such a pain in his heart that he could hardly breathe.

That was a blood connection, a real bond. He had to avoid being hunted down for years, even if he was in a miserable state, to bring a gift to see his mother.

It was not until many years later that Qin Jin realized what kind of expectation the pure white hyacinth represented for his mother. It was pure and flawless love, a love that his mother could not express to him. It was real, it was attention, and it was a blessing that implied transformation and rebirth.

My child, your mother owes you ten years of her time, but she has no chance to make up for it.

Mother's life has come to an end. I'm sorry... I'm sorry that I gave birth to you but didn't protect you well.

The guards dragged the woman's body out roughly. Qin Jin clenched his five fingers into fists, his palms hurting from his nails.

His expression was as cold as ice. He lowered his eyes to glance at Hyacinthus lying in a pool of blood, then turned and left as if it was a farce.

The guard immediately informed the man and woman of the incident, and they hurried home to hug Qin Jin.

"Xiaojin, are you okay? Mother loves you so much, please don't make her sad."

His father also stood aside and looked at him lovingly.

Qin Jin was docile and obedient: "Don't worry, I will always be with you."

But this incident still left a thorn in Qin Jin's heart that could not be erased.

It’s not that he cares. Years of mental manipulation by the two have made it impossible for him to believe the words of a crazy woman. It’s just that Qin Jin is special, from the very beginning.

He was highly gifted, and naturally had great insight and sensitivity. He tossed and turned every night, and his whole body ached when he thought of the woman's death.

This was a huge sadness that he had never experienced before, emanating from the depths of his heart, elusive but indelible.

A small hole was poked in the false world by someone's life. For a moment, he seemed to see the light outside through the small hole.

Ten years old is a turning point. The teenager is possessed by some unknown force and reaches out to the books that his parents normally forbid him to read.

At that moment, his world collapsed and a tsunami broke out, causing a huge storm.

The principles in the book were completely different from his common sense, and nothing his parents taught him matched them at all.

Puppetry is an evil art.

Those people will feel pain too.

【A gentleman should reflect on himself and not trust others easily. 】

He rubbed his fingers over the words again and again, looking confused.

Has he ever reflected on himself? He seems to have no opinion of his own and just listens to his parents blindly. How can he reflect on himself?

Qin Jin ran back to the dormitory, blew out the candle at night, turned his head to look at the puppets on both sides that were as tall as a person, and suddenly felt a chill.

These puppets were all made during his practice. He had ignored them before, but now he could not ignore them at all.

It was as if countless pairs of resentful eyes were staring at him, like faint will-o'-the-wisp. Why do they deprive us of our freedom and control our lives?

We hate it so much!

The brown pupils suddenly contracted, and Qin Jin broke out in a cold sweat. He opened the door and ran out. The blood diamond on his forehead dangled, showing a gentle glow under the moonlight.

Gradually, everyone noticed that Qin Jin had changed. This child was always getting angry, making trouble everywhere, and throwing the marbles at anyone he saw. He even threw away a puppet that was almost completed.

Countless puppet strings were burned to ashes as he laughed. He sat on a high place, flipping the ropes and admiring the sea of ​​fire, while a group of people shouted and chased after him.

At the age of twelve, his hypnotic illusion skills reached their peak and no one could match him. For the first time, he completely broke free from the shackles and control and hypnotized his own parents.

——Are you my biological parents?

--no.

The last bit of his fantasy was shattered, and he laughed with his head raised, his expression clear and sad.

Everything about him is fake. Lies have been built since he was born.

Tears dripped from the corners of my eyes onto the sea of ​​hyacinths at my feet. The pure white flowers seemed to represent the best wishes in the world.

The young man gently protected a hyacinth, stroking it with his fingers, his eyes filled with unclear emotions, and then he turned around and left resolutely.

He used to look handsome and unruly, but now he only had a murderous look.

He likes to make trouble and destroy whatever others do. As the boy grows up, his heart becomes more and more empty, which can never be filled.

He became greedy, wanted everything, and was crazy about power and money.

In Qin Jin's heart, power is freedom and money is love.

If you are high and mighty, naturally no one can stop you. You are free and unrestrained. What can't you do if you want?

If you pile up gold and jade and spend some money casually, people will naturally rush to love you.

There is a scale in his heart, both sides of which are filled with power and money.

In fact, he is filled with distorted freedom and love.

He is a puppet living in lies, with dense transparent silk threads wrapped around his body. These threads may follow him for the rest of his life.

what is love?

What is freedom?

I really want it.

Deep in the soul there is a longing.

——I want it so much.

Be greedy, desire more, until your heart is full.

Destroy it, destroy it, raze this place, this Tantra, this place that imprisons human freedom to the ground.

We are born with the right to be free and to be loved.

Qin Jin sincerely hopes that everyone can be loved freely.