With One Finger, I Suppress The Heavens

"No, no, I beg the young master to let me go, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..."

He howled vigorously.

"It was this finger that pointed at my house just now, right? Chop him off for me!"

The voice is extremely indifferent, as if the person in front of him is not a person, not even an ant.

"No, I don't want my fingers chopped off, it's just a dog, I'm a living person!"

"Just you, a slave, is also worthy of being compared with the young master's dog? You can't recognize your own status when you take your life."

The four strong men pressed him on the chopping board and were about to chop off his right index finger.

He wanted to resist, but how could he resist? The weakest among these people were practicing Fourth Stage, and he, an inferior slave, a slave who was not worthy of serving tea or drinking water, what kind of resistance would he take?

"what!"

The roar couldn't stop for a long time, and the pain almost made him faint.

Looking at his index finger that was cut across and severed, his whole heart was filled with fear, just like the kind of fear when his parents were beaten to death by a club.

Until he fainted, what he saw in his eyes was the indifferent young master of the Luo family, and the excited big yellow dog beside him with his tail wagging.

He resented, but he didn't dare to express it, he was afraid that if that happened, he would lose more than just a finger.

"Alive!"

"Live!"

He doesn't have a name because slaves are not allowed to have a first name, but in his memory, he also has a name, his name is Ling Yu.

That was his name in another world, that azure planet, that dream home.

He traveled to this world with his memory, thinking that he would become the protagonist, happy and grudge, but all this was just a dream.

He had nothing, he was a slave, and all he ate was chaff, even bark.

His parents were also slaves. The most difficult thing for Ling Yu to accept was that his parents were beaten to death by the host family just because they gave him one more bite to eat.

He watched his parents being beaten to death, but he didn't even dare to cry. In this Heavenly Spirit World, their slaves have no such right.

Before he was six years old, he was arranged by the Luo family, and a low-level slave like him was only fit to do dirty and tiring work, and if there was anything wrong, he would be beaten.

Young Ling Yu didn't even know how she survived.

Now Ling Yu is 16 years old. In these 16 years, a life like The Underworld has made the blue planet in his memory his dream and bond for the past 16 years.

live? Live for what?

Just because he fingered the dog raised by the young master of the Luo family, that finger was chopped off. What is the meaning of such a life?

In his vague consciousness, he kept asking himself, but he never got an answer.

"Trash, throw it out."

Looking at Ling Yu who fainted, the young master of the Luo family looked disgusted and ordered someone to throw him out.

He wouldn't care about Ling Yu's life or death at all. After all, a low-level slave like Ling Yu was caught by his Luo family.

Ling Yu was carried all the way by a strong man and threw it out of the Luo family.

The young master of the Luo family doesn't care about Ling Yu's life or death, but this strong man is different. He is also a servant. He hopes that Ling Yu will die!

There is no way to do this. In Luo's family, as long as there is one less person, they can eat more.

Don't look at his sturdy growth, this is all made step by step in the process of life and death.

Outside the Luo family's mansion, there is a vast forest of ten thousand demons. Ordinary people like Ling Yu, who have no force, can be torn to shreds at any time in this ten thousand demon forest.

...

"My fingers... Am I going to die?..."

Ling Yu opened his eyes vaguely, and saw a tall tree, and he immediately understood his own situation, which made him completely despair.

"Live!"

"You must live!"

"You are our hope!"

These words kept ringing in Ling Yu's mind, not only from his parents, but also from his childhood playmate, that cute little girl, Ling Yu always regarded her as a Little Sister.

But when Ling Yu was eight years old, this innocent little girl accidentally broke a cup while working, and was beaten by the master with a whip until her skin ripped apart, and finally died of excessive blood loss.

The last thing she said to Ling Yu was: "Live, you are our hope, you must live."

"To live? But, how to live? What to live for?"

The Luo family didn't treat them as human beings at all, not even a dog. It was a miracle that he could survive until now.

Besides, he has now broken a finger and was thrown into the Ten Thousand Demon Forest. The bloody aura of the broken finger will soon attract Demonic Beasts, and he will be eaten right away.

"What hope? We slaves, how can there be hope?" Ling Yu murmured.

He doesn't even have the strength to move forward now.

He closed his eyes and waited for Death to come.

After a while, there was heavy rain in the sky, which is good or bad for Ling Yu, at least his blood taste has been diluted, and he will not be eaten by Demonic Beasts for a while.

But the rain hit him in the mud and gradually buried him.

He didn't try to remove the dirt from his body, at least he could be buried in the dirt when he died, and it was considered safe to be buried in the dirt. Unlike his parents, not like Xiaoyou, there was nothing left of the Demonic Beasts.

"Boom~"

The lightning flashed and smashed above the Ten Thousand Demon Forest, and the entire Ten Thousand Demon Forest was razed to the ground.

No one noticed that there was a golden light mixed in the thunder light.

And that golden light, like a premeditated plan, just fell on the little slave.

"This finger can suppress the sky!"

Vaguely, Ling Yu heard such a sentence, he didn't know where it came from, but he just heard it.

This sound is not big, but it seems to be able to suppress the roar of thunder.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his head sink, as if something was rushing into his mind.

It seemed like a memory, but he couldn't check the contents of the memory at all.

"The sky refers to?"

This is the only thing Ling Yu can see.

What a domineering name, is this a Cultivation Technique name?

Cultivation Technique, it can be said to be the most precious thing in the entire Tianling Continent.

The Luo family has its current status only because their ancestors got a Yellow Rank Intermediate Cultivation Technique. In the entire Ten Thousand Demon Forest, they can be regarded as a big family.

"But... I've lost my index finger now, even if this Cultivation Technique is heaven-defying, will it still work for me?"

Ling Yu didn't know where this Cultivation Technique came from, but it didn't bring him hope, maybe, it was just his dying fantasy.

After all, he seemed to be losing all his life, losing his family, losing Xiaoyou, losing his fingers, when did he ever get it?

Ling Yu tried her best to open her eyes, wanting to take another look at her broken index finger.

But what he saw was not a bloody scene, but a complete and real finger.