Punch up, punch down.

The storm cleared and the dust settled. The journey of the beast went smoothly and there was no pain at all.

Looking at the back of the young man's fist and the slowly falling cloak, the old man on the side couldn't help but open his mouth, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

On the one hand, I was a little frightened by this power, and it was difficult for anyone to be indifferent to seeing such a fist for the first time.

On the other hand, I thought that the next target of that fist was probably myself.

When I first came up with this idea, I was honestly a little scared.

But after thinking about it for a while, I felt as if I was calm again.

Originally, he was supposed to be a dead man. It was inexplicable to suddenly return to the world of the living, and he came here only by an instinct that even he couldn't explain.

It wasn't until just now that he realized that it was because he sensed danger.

As a father, it is sometimes strange to sense the situation that his son is in. Even if he is dead, even if the relationship between him and his son is not so close when he is alive.

Because he is the father.

Of course, he was still a little dissatisfied with his son. The last moment of his life, at least what he thought was the last moment, the last thought in his heart was regret that he finally couldn't see the last face of this unsuccessful child.

Maybe that's why he struggled to climb up to the seventh floor, pretending to be a ghost outside to scare his son. I almost accidentally stumbled and slipped down.

It's a little embarrassing to think about.

Now that's a thing of the past.

If you think about it, this moment is already a gift from heaven. Although the cause is unknown, his life did be extended in a sense, he was able to see the child for the last time, and he was saved from the crisis. Well, this part has nothing to do with me.

The dead should stay where the dead belong. Even if he is on the road now, he has no complaints or regrets.

Thinking of this, he turned his back and turned away from Superman, but turned to his son.

"Dad?"

At this time, Jack finally hesitated to speak.

The old man turned slowly, his face expressionless, and spoke softly in an old voice that seemed to be full of exhaustion.

"It's really the same as in the past, and it hasn't changed at all."

The moment their eyes met, Jack seemed to feel it.

This is the father.

It wasn't a fantasy, it wasn't a pretense, it was as if the soul itself was telling him with certainty that this was indeed the Father.

"If there is any obsession that made me come here and meet you, I think this should be it."

The old man closed his eyes lightly and pondered for a moment.

Then he said lightly: "I'm sorry." ”

Jack was stunned.

I'm sorry? What do you have to be sorry for?

Shouldn't I have said that?

"I'm sorry, you've had a hard time all your life. I've always seen it in my eyes, and I know it. Because the old man has no ability, since you were a child, I can't give you anything, and I can't pave the way for you to succeed.

I know all of this. I also sometimes think that if you weren't my son, if it weren't for a good-for-nothing father like me, maybe you would be better. ”

Jack opened his mouth to say something, but the old man didn't give him a chance.

"I know what they say about you, how they think of you. I know that, until the last minute on my sickbed, I always heard some gossip.

But I never took it seriously, not even for a moment. They don't see the good in you, and that's just because they don't know you. But I know.

I've seen your potential since you were a kid, and I know you'll eventually find what you're good at and become someone far better than I am. You're good at finding your way out, and I don't need or have the ability to do more, I can only watch you move forward.

I've been a failure all my life, kid. But if there's one thing I'm glad I remember for the rest of my life, it's that at least I haven't been a burden to you. ”

Jack fell to his knees, unable to sob.

"Dad, Me"

"That's about all I have to say."

The old man turned calmly, and instead of looking at his son, he faced Superman behind him, as if facing the judgment he deserved.

"No!"

Jack stepped forward desperately and grabbed the old man.

Maybe he never thought in his life that he would have such a moment of attachment to his father.

Distant memories began to revivenation, and now looking back at everything from childhood in the dark years, even the most ordinary memories are as bright as pearls.

When I was a child, I went to school for the first time, crying and holding my father's arm and refusing to part with him.

When I was in middle school, I stayed away from home, and I didn't look back to get into the car, while my father was still standing in the wind and snow, and his tall back still refused to leave until his vision disappeared.

Even until he died, he still thought about himself, even if he had already abandoned him from his life.

It seems that it is only now that he finally really feels what death is.

It is an irretrievable separation, an eternal farewell, and a hand that is too late to be reached.

The old man's face twitched, but he still didn't look back, showing great determination. On the contrary, it was the strong man who was originally like a stone that cried like a five-hundred-pound baby.

Jiangbei suddenly felt like a villain who made people live and die.

So he had to cough and interrupted the two people who entered the play: "Ahem, I never said that you have to be separated, right?" ”

"Huh?"

When the old man opened his eyes, the strong man who was crying couldn't stop froze all of a sudden.

The old man's current state makes people naturally think that it should be a traditional ghost.

So shouldn't over-dealing with ghosts be the basic operation in the traditional mythology of each system?

In Superman's case, they take it for granted that the next step is to be physically transcendent.

"I don't know if there are any real ghosts in this world, but not yours, sir." Jiang Bei said firmly, "Your situation is just a rare kind of transcendental.

It's rare, but it's not unexplained. You came into contact with the transcendent seed before you died, but it never awakened and activated.

And that manifestation of death activates that transcendence, making you what you are now—a transcendent like the walking dead, walking on the edge of life and death. ”

The father and son were stunned for a moment, as if they didn't fully understand what it meant.

"I've never seen anything like this."

Jiang Bei said, activated X again, and swept his gaze, and saw the rapidly decaying organs in the old man's body, and a core in the middle of the body that was exuding a strange evil aura.

Obviously, that thing is the key to his "resurrection", this extraordinary seed.

"Your body is decaying at a rapid pace, and at this rate, you will die completely in less than three days. It seems that whatever this transcendent principle is, it doesn't work particularly well.

However, "

Jiang Bei paused, changed his words, and smiled.

"I think maybe I can save it."

(End of chapter)