Father is a villainous Buddhist disciple? He'll just be beaten into the light of the righteous

After Shen Jiyuan finished shouting, he realized that Shen Ji was not in the room.

He reached out and touched the bloodstains on the bed, but they weren't sticky and didn't smell particularly fishy, ​​so they didn't seem to be blood.

Shen Jiyuan didn't actually believe that the things in his dream would happen in reality. He thought that Shen Ji must have done something bad, which was why he had such a terrifying dream.

But that dream felt a little too real!

He even believed at one point that it had actually existed.

Shen Jiyuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then looked down at it again... his face darkened even more.

Depend on!

Could he really be terrified by that nightmare?

Shen Jiyuan gritted his teeth and was about to get out of bed when he suddenly froze.

what.

What happened?

The bloodstains on the bed that he just saw were bright red, so how did they suddenly change color?

Shen Jiyuan looked at it carefully again and found that the shocking red color from before was indeed gone.

He shook his head. What's going on?

Could it be that he was still terrified from that nightmare and hadn't fully recovered?

Shen Jiyuan felt that something was wrong, and this feeling wasn't just now; it had been like this for the past two days. He felt completely disoriented.

However, before he could figure it out, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Shen Ji, with his short legs, pulled Uncle Zhong in and rushed in.

"Grandpa Butler! Grandpa Butler! Something terrible has happened! My dad has gone mad!!"

"Waaaaah, Grandpa Butler, is my dad going to die? There's so much blood! Waaaaah, I don't want my dad to die!"

"Grandpa Butler, please save my dad!"

Uncle Zhong was pulled by Shen Ji's trouser leg and plunged into the bedroom.

His eyes were stinging from Shen Jihao's howling, and he subconsciously looked up...

In that instant, Uncle Zhong's pupils contracted. "Young...Young Master, you...you..."

Shen Jiyuan frowned. "What's wrong?"

Uncle Zhong was taken aback again by the man's strong voice. He asked in surprise, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Shen Jiyuan asked, "What could possibly be wrong with me?"

"The young master said you..."

Before Uncle Zhong could finish speaking, Shen Ji loosened his trouser leg and ran to Shen Jiyuan, tears streaming down his face, and hugged his leg tightly.

"Waaaaah, Daddy, please don't die~~"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He lifted Shen Ji from the ground, his lips twitching, and asked through gritted teeth, "What are you howling about so early in the morning!"

"Waaaaah, Daddy, you're so scary! You scared me to death, waaaaah~~"

"What are you saying?"

"Dad, don't you know?" Shen Ji raised her eyes, staring innocently at him with teary eyes. "When I woke up this morning, you were standing by the window, insisting that you were going to jump off the building."

"I don't want you to go, but you say Aunt Qingqing doesn't love you, that your life is meaningless, and you might as well die."

"Waaaah, they even said I'm just a burden."

"It's a stumbling block between you and Aunt Qingqing."

"Later, Dad, you didn't jump off the building. You said you were going to throw me down, because if I weren't there, you could go after Aunt Qingqing..."

Shen Ji cried uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, "Dad, am I really a burden and a drag on you? Don't you really love me?"

"I'll be good from now on, okay? Please don't throw me away, okay? Waaaaah..."

Shen Jiyuan was taken aback. Had he... said these things?

He squinted suspiciously, feeling that this brat was trying to fool him.

If these words hadn't come from Shen Ji's mouth, he might have actually believed them, but since they came from this brat's mouth, something just didn't seem right.

"dad……"

Shen Ji, her eyes red-rimmed, tugged at his trouser leg, "I don't want you to die, please don't die."

He wiped away his tears. "I don't have a mother anymore. If you die too, Dad, I'll be a child without a mother or father."

"No one will take care of me then."

Although Shen Jiyuan knew that this brat was most likely acting, Xiao Biga's words still made him pause.

He suddenly remembered Peony, that child.

He lost his parents at a young age, and his grandparents were biased and didn't acknowledge him as their grandson. He was all alone, and his uncle was also unreliable.

They're so pitiful it breaks my heart.

Shen Ji is only three years old. If he really dies, what will happen to Xiao Biga?

Shen Jiyuan pursed his lips, then sighed, "Get up. I didn't intend to die."

"You little brat, don't spread rumors about me."

Shen Ji angrily retorted, "Dad, you're lying! I watched you jump off the building!!"

"I can't pull you up, and I can't wake you up no matter how much I call!"

Seeing Shen Ji's serious and solemn appearance, Shen Jiyuan became puzzled again.

Was he really sleepwalking?

And he doesn't even want to live anymore because of Qingqing?

How is that possible!

He clearly dreamt that he was playing at an amusement park with Shen Ji on a sunny day.

I didn't dream about Qingqing either.

Shen Jiyuan frowned and asked, "I... I really went to jump off a building?"

Shen Ji was taken aback, blinked, and asked, "Dad, don't you remember?"

Shen Jiyuan paused for a moment, then hummed in agreement, "I really don't remember."

"Waaaah!" Shen Ji suddenly screamed like a pig being slaughtered, "Grandpa Butler, Grandpa Butler, quickly call Uncle Tang and ask him to come and treat my dad!"

"Is my dad sick? Does he have some terminal illness?"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Uncle Zhong's expression changed in surprise. "Young Master, you...you really don't remember what happened before?"

Shen Jiyuan shook his head with a somber expression.

Shen Ji pointed to Shen Jiyuan's blood-stained body and said, "Dad, waaaah... hiccup, cough cough... where did all this blood come from?"

"When I went to call the butler, you didn't hurt yourself, did you? Oh my god, how could you be in such a sorry state..."

Before he could even finish crying, Shen Jiyuan slapped him across the face in a fit of rage, yelling, "I'm not dead yet, it's too early to be crying at my grave!"

Shen Ji covered her head, looking at him with teary eyes, feeling wronged.

Shen Jiyuan's hand suddenly paused, but he stubbornly looked away. "What blood? Isn't this water you splashed on me?"

What kind of blood is this color?

It's not a green-haired turtle, no, green-haired turtles all have red blood!

"Water?" Shen Ji stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly turned to Uncle Zhong and screamed, "Grandpa Butler, it's all over! My dad's gone mad! Is he really going to die?!"

Uncle Zhong was also quite frightened. He pointed at Shen Jiyuan's clothes with a trembling finger, "Young...Young Master, you...you said this is water?"

Shen Jiyuan narrowed his eyes. "Isn't that right?"

Uncle Zhong's face turned pale, he let out a yell, and turned to run downstairs.

It's over. It's over.

Young Master is really going to die!