Tratatu's staccato words made Tibka's heart tremble. How could this be? He didn't believe it!

How is this possible!

Without waiting for him to say anything, Turatu slowly withdrew his wrist from his hand and whispered "My son" to Tibka again.

Tulatu's own son? Yes, Tibka had vaguely heard him mention it before, along with his wife. Listening to what he meant, it seems that because of his negligence, his wife and children were snatched away by gangsters, and his whereabouts are still unknown, and even his life and death are unknown.

"Uncle......"

Tibka was about to say, "Uncle, do you miss your wife and children", but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Tulatu. This time, he took Tibka's hand, and what he said seemed to be very clear, without any mush.

However, Turatu became anxious and began to get agitated.

After saying that, Turatu coughed for the first time. Ignoring Tibka's somewhat surprised gaze, let alone the blood that came out of his mouth after coughing violently, he continued, "Back then, the gangsters kidnapped your grandma, but you have been following me, and then you met the current Fa ...... Pharaoh, out of desperation, had to survive as a priest until now. Pharaoh is cruel, so that I will never recognize you...... Tibka, do you ...... Can you forgive, forgive me, this failed pro-Abba?"

Tibka only looked at Tulatu in a daze, and suddenly began to be a little expressionless—

However, now Turatu inadvertently told him that he was his own son, which made him accept it for a while, after all, he thought until his death, as Turatu said, that Tulatu's wife and children had disappeared more than ten years ago......

Tibka was confused, speechless for a long time, and there was not a trace of wave in his eyes when he looked at Tulatu, for he himself did not know what to do or what to say.

Although Turatu was sitting on the ground at the moment, his body trembled with weakness, and without Tibka's support, it was like a house without beams, and it was crumbling, as if it were about to collapse.

"My son, you are really my own son!, do you, don't you believe it?" said Tratu, with a hint of earnestness in his tone, and tugged Tibka's loincloth down despite Tibka's surprised gaze. Under the navel, a red mole immediately appeared, not big, but it was very conspicuous, "Even you are so, there is a red mole in such a hidden place, I know it clearly, do you think what I said is false?"

If he hadn't said it, he hadn't noticed that Tratu's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to his own.

"In the end...... What's the problem?" After two seconds of silence, he suddenly said lightly.

"What...... What?"

"That's a long story short. Tibka suddenly took over the conversation and said coldly.

If he really wanted to investigate, Turatu really didn't know where to start, after all, it was so long ago that he even forgot who the culprit was, and who actually caused the current tragedy.