Far from moving his deceased wife, Rudolph's plea angered Franceska. The ghost's golden-brown eyes flashed with anger, and he asked angrily, "Rudolph, you only love your unborn daughter, but have you ever treated our son with the same fatherly love?" Have you done your duty as a father to take good care of Roland? ”

"I ......" Rudolph subconsciously wanted to say that he had taken good care of his son, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered something, and the guilt in his heart increased a little, and he was speechless.

"What kind of husband and father are you, a cold man!" Francesca pounced on Rudolph, clawed at his chest with a ghostly claw that burned black fire, and let out a terrible cry, "I want to see with my own eyes if your heart is really black!" ”

A deep sense of guilt prompted Rudolph to resist the fury of his deceased wife, and his chest was burned and torn apart by the scorching black fire, and blood gushed like a spring.

Francesca wanted to tear Rudolph's chest open and pull out his heart, but when it came to the end, she still couldn't beat the old love, and after a little hesitation in her hand, she turned her claws into palms and angrily pushed her husband away.

Rudolph stumbled to the bed, lest he bump into the pregnant Evgenia, held on to the edge of the bed in pain, and slowly slid on the ground, because his lungs had been burned by the demonic flames, he pulled the chest wound when he exerted his strength, and spit out a large pool of blood while coughing violently.

Francesca looked at her husband, distressed and jealous, especially Rudolph who did not forget to take care of Evgenia even though he was seriously injured, and his gentle gesture was like a fire, completely igniting her jealousy, and she couldn't help but be angry.

"Rudolph, as long as you are willing to kill that woman with your own hands, I believe that you have not changed your mind, return to you, and live together as before......"

"It's impossible!" Rudolph flatly refused.

"I knew you were reluctant to do anything to that woman!" Francesca sneered and floated to the side of the bed, "It doesn't matter, I'll do it myself!" ”

Rudolph struggled to his feet, trying to stop Francesca's assault. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor outside the door. Rudolph immediately heard Roland's footsteps, and his face suddenly changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted to Roland through the bedroom door: "Don't come in yet!" ”

At this time, Roland had already walked through the corridor and came to the bedroom door, and faintly heard the sound of a fierce quarrel coming from the room, and it seemed that there was also the cry of a strange woman, both puzzled and worried. Just as he was about to knock on the door, Rudolph suddenly called from inside the house, clearly preventing him from entering.

His father's abnormal shouting deepened Roland's worry, especially when he heard his father's voice showing weakness and seemed to be in poor physical condition, which made him even more relieved, holding the doorknob and hesitating slightly, he resolutely opened the door and walked in.

The room was a mess, with signs of a fight everywhere, and blood stained from the floor to the walls. Illuminated by the candlestick beside the bed, which had only one candle left, Roland saw Evgenia lying on her back on the bed and unconscious, and Rudolph sitting on the ground with his back against the edge of the bed, his chest seemed to be badly wounded, his shirt was red with blood, and his face was pale and unusually agitated.

"What's going on here?" Roland walked quickly to his father's side and performed a "holy healing" to stop the bleeding.

Rudolph shook his head, took his son's hand, and struggled to his feet.

At this time, Roland realized that in the dark corner opposite where the candlelight could not shine, there was a hazy figure, which was quietly floating towards him.

"What's that...... Ghosts? ”

Roland stared warily at the phantom, his left hand reaching to his neck, and he took off the Sindra emblem, ready to activate the divine power to dispel the undead.

"Don't hurt her!" Rudolph hurriedly stopped his son.

"You...... Know the ghost? Roland looked at his father's emotional face, and felt more and more complicated and incomprehensible.

Rudolph nodded with difficulty, and said hoarsely, "She is Franceska, your mother's ghost." ”

The name "Franceska" fell into his ears, Roland couldn't help but be taken aback, raised the candlestick to illuminate the ghost opposite, and could vaguely recognize it as a beautiful lady with a slender figure, golden brown eyes evoked the fragments of his deep memory, I don't know how many years ago, when he just began to remember, it seemed that there were often such a pair of strange and beautiful eyes, gazing at him gently.

Franceska...... It's mine...... Mother? Roland muttered to himself. The scene in front of him was so unexpected that he felt confused and at a loss for a moment.

"Roland, my poor boy, are you really?"

Francesca trembled with excitement, and the ghost's body seemed to collapse and dissipate at any moment due to excessive excitement, and drifted in front of Roland with a yin wind, eagerly examining her son's face.

"My child, you have grown up stronger and more handsome than I thought ......"

In an instant, Francesca forgot her jealousy and resentment, and her heart was full of maternal love, choking up and trying to hug Roland and kiss her son's cheek.

Roland also has a trace of attachment to this poor woman in his heart, but it is not his own emotion after all, it is just a fragment of memory left in this body, he is not the real Roland, but another soul from the other world that has nothing to do with Francesca, even if reason tells him that he should accept the embrace of this poor mother, but instinctively resists the contact of the strange female ghost, and involuntarily takes a step back.

Francesca hugged the air, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her head, hanging in the air, and looked at the young man opposite who was wary of her.

In the bedroom, the suffocating silence lasted for a long time, finally broken by a hysterical scream.

"Nope! You are not my son! Francesca woke up like a dream, holding her head in her hands and looking up and screaming, "No! The breath of the soul is wrong! You're not my son, you're not the real Roland Khoras! ”

Hearing this heart-wrenching cry and looking at a mother who was extremely disappointed, Roland's heart was bitter, and he once again felt deep guilt for occupying this body. Driven by guilt, he approached Franceska, bowed deeply, and said "I'm sorry" with difficulty.

"Nope! I will never accept your apology, you despicable ghost! Francesca turned from grief to rage, and glared at Roland through gritted teeth, "What qualifications do you have to occupy my son's body, and why do you pretend to be him?!" You evil spirit, kill my son, and have the face to say sorry? I'm going to kill you and avenge my son!" ”

The rage turned into a raging flame that leaped through Franceska's fingertips, condensing into a black fireball that blasted into the air towards Roland.