"Just a small drop is enough, and this bottle of poison is more than enough to poison even a dragon. ”

Thinking back to what the night ghost had told herself at the end, the girl smiled and woke up her drunken father, and sent him a full load of wine, the only thing that her useless but wary father was completely defenseless, or for this waste who had gambled all his money, as long as he could drink alcohol, even if he didn't wake up.

"Good wine, good wine! Joan!"

snatched the flask from the girl's hand and drank the high spirits contained in it, and the man who was satisfied again was in a very good mood, patting his daughter on the shoulder and shouting happily.

"Well, please die in peace. ”

Slapping away her father's palm and taking a step back, the girl looked at the man named Father in front of her with pity, even if the poison didn't work, she made up her mind, and directly burned down the old house in disrepair, even if the fire could spread to the entire slum, this man, he had to die.

"Vomit—"

Looking at his young daughter with an unbelievable gaze, the man's mouth suddenly overflowed uncontrollably, he supported the table with his hands, barely supporting himself from falling, miraculously resisted the poison prepared by the night ghost himself in a short time, he almost subconsciously pulled out the dagger pinned behind him, and stabbed hard at the person in front of him.

"Father!"

The dagger pierced Joan's front placket and pierced her black, torn underwear, but finally stopped in front of the delicate skin in front of her heart, gasping for breath, the man whose body was constantly eroded by poison looked at the short-haired girl in front of him covered in dust, and he was finally unable to kill her, the only relative he had in the world.

"Why?"

Without saying a word, he would spit out a mouthful of black blood, and the man with a blue face asked his daughter with tears in his eyes.

"You lost all your family's savings, and I can bear to leave me alone in a restaurant to wash dishes. ”

Unexpectedly, even if he took a step back in advance, he would not be able to escape the attack of his despised drunkard father before he died, Joan was ready to be killed by his father, however, this man finally let himself go, which made Joan feel more uncomfortable and depressed than killing him directly or being killed by him.

"But Mom, you don't care at all when she's sick, watching her get more and more depressed day by day, and finally die in front of you, you are still unmoved, I can't accept it!"

Almost hysterically yelled at her father, after all, Joan, who was just a child, finally lost control of her love, she had imagined countless times that her father could change his mind and be a new person, no matter how hard the days were, as long as the family of three could live happily together, she could be satisfied. But Joan's father, who took out his belongings to gamble again and again, and finally had to go home with the wine he bought to vent his anger on his family, completely dashed Joan's hopes.

Even if he watched his partner die in pain and helplessness, no one would punish him, and a woman without the protection of the family was nothing but a slave to a man, and the most people would do to condemn him morally for his irresponsible appearance, but he would not be punished for it.

"Kill me, you hellish soul!"

No, looking at her father with an almost frightened look, how much Joan wished that this man would stab him to death with such a knife, and put an end to this nightmare life, she was afraid, afraid that her heart would waver, that her faith would collapse, and that she would fall into a situation from which she would never recover.

"There is a written address in the drawer, take my dagger and go to the owner there, he, will, will give you, happy ......"

Without saying the last word, he slid the dagger down through Joan's skin, and at the end the life of the man who didn't have time to reach out and touch his daughter finally stopped, although he had a body far stronger than ordinary people, but in the face of this poison that could kill the dragon, it could only support such a short time.

"No, no, no

Watching the dagger fall to the ground with her father, Joan clutched her head and screamed wildly, the last thing she wanted to see happened.

At the last moment of his life, perhaps out of some kind of human instinct for goodness, his father finally repented, and perhaps it was the memories of his death that finally called out the last trace of human part of the walking dead man's heart, and he did not kill Joan, but told her truthfully the last retreat he left to his daughter.

I am righteous, righteous, righteous......

No matter how much she hypnotized herself in her heart, Joan found that she regretted it, how could she be righteous when she committed the sin of killing her father? If only she killed a brute scumbag, but in the end he showed his good side in front of him, this is not a hopeless sinner, just a prodigal son who has lost himself. Killing the other party by such a despicable method as poisoning, but in the end he was forgiven by the other party, the dagger that fell to the ground seemed to be like a funny smile, laughing at his own self-righteous justice.

"I owe you all what I owe you. ”

Suddenly, Joan, who knelt on the ground weakly, grabbed the dagger that her father had fallen to the ground, and looked at her father's dagger engraved with runes, which had never been taken out in front of her and her mother, and was by no means ordinary, Joan suddenly grinned again and laughed happily.

Having completed her own redemption, her father has followed her mother to pass away, and Joan, who lost her parents and became an orphan overnight, is unusually happy and smiling.

Holding the dagger against the root of his right ear, with a slight force, the extremely sharp dagger cut through the girl's white skin and pierced deep into the muscles.

Little by little, as if self-harming, she slid the dagger down her right ear, slitting her lips, and finally reached her chin before stopping, making people mistakenly think that she was not crazy, but Joan's heart calmed down again.

Her father's redemption was complete, but her redemption had just begun, and the scar on her face, which could never be erased, was her punishment for herself, and according to her justice, she herself should have self-destructed, but she could not die yet, and this scar was her IOU to God.

"Father Gülen, huh?"

In the zài drawer was a folded white envelope, not stamped, but with an address written on it in beautiful floral letters, and at the end of the address was written the name of a person that his father had never mentioned either.

Father Gülen, the priest of the diocese of Dongcheng District.