My Second Personality Is the Devil

My father's head was hung at the city gate, and his body was ordered to be trampled on. The mother fell in her arms and used her last strength to urge her, don't take revenge and live on. But from that day on, a voice popped up in Wu Zhaoming's mind from time to time. This voice is cold and violent: "You idiot, can tears bring mother back to life?" "How can you have the nerve to say that you are the son of the mighty general who is so powerful in the three realms when you are trampled under the feet of ants from the demon world?" "If you don't want to die, if you don't want your sister to die, hurry up and give your body to me!" More than ten years later, all the demons surrendered, but his hand stained with the blood of his enemies was gently held by his sister. "Brother? Are you... Still my brother?"