To be honest, he doesn't care about these things, not even his own life.
It was as if he was born a monster without any feelings. He didn't know why he should live or what was the point of living.
He just lived his life as it came and didn't want to compete with others for anything.
Before he was sixteen, everyone thought he was stupid and mediocre, but in fact, he just didn't want to play those little tricks with them that had no lethality.
All these changes began one night when he was a little over fifteen years old, when he had a nightmare.
In his dream, he felt like he had fallen into a huge black vortex, spinning non-stop inside it. Everything was dark before his eyes, and his legs could not touch the ground. At the same time, a woman's cruel words kept echoing in his ears.
After waking up from the dream, he only remembered one sentence, 'In my heart, you are nothing', he couldn't remember anything else, but he could clearly feel the feeling of being abandoned, which was as painful as if his heart was being cut out.
It even made him doubt whether he would die like this.
This was the first time that he had experienced dramatic mood swings like everyone else, and it was also the first time that he felt such a strong emotion.
Be it love, hate, or resentment.
For the first time in his life, he felt that he was actually the same as everyone else.
Life suddenly became different, as if a different color suddenly appeared on the gray and white painting.
Although he felt so uncomfortable after waking up from the dream, he was ecstatic as if he had found a treasure.
I thought it was just a dream and nothing strange, after all, everyone dreams.
However, he was deeply obsessed with it from then on, and would have this dream almost every time he fell asleep.
At first, he was very happy, and every time he went to sleep he went to sleep with an attitude like a pilgrim.
But over time, his body was obviously affected and his personality became extremely irritable.
Later, he didn't dare to fall asleep easily, at least he didn't dare to let himself sleep deeply. As time went on, he began to have sleep disorders.
The worse he slept, the worse his temper became. The worse he became, the worse he slept. This became a vicious cycle.
Those people in the family who came to cause trouble for him or made him unhappy were all quietly killed by him using various methods.
And for no reason, he became the person in charge of this generation of the Cen family.
His so-called father was exiled to Africa, and as for his mistresses, he packed them all up and threw them out of the family.
His grandfather, who had always been high and mighty, didn't know how to cultivate his mind and temper when he was old. He was in a bad mood and couldn't control his emotions. His blood pressure rose and he suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. In the end, he was starved to death.
Well, when you get old you have to admit defeat. No matter how hard you try, can you defeat time
His young grandson did nothing and died of old age.
I started dreaming as soon as I fell asleep, which caused severe migraines and sleep disorders. This went on for twelve years. I tried all kinds of scientific methods, but nothing worked.
His sister suggested that he find a senior monk in a temple to take a look, so he returned home.
Of course, he didn't believe in any great monks. He was just bored and wanted to walk around and inspect the domestic subsidiaries.
The next day after returning home, before he had time to look for the monk, he met her.
There were many alleys in Haishi, interconnected like a spider web, and he got lost.
I wandered around an old neighborhood for a long time but couldn't find a way out.