Chapter 632 [Mask] Why is it here? 100% fatherly love and filial piety

The successive misfortunes made Zuo Bai's thinking as a scientist become a little unscientific, and he began to believe in metaphysics and numerology.

In short, Zuo Bai began to believe in "fate"!

Zuo Bai thought as he pushed aside the last clump of dense grass stems.

Suddenly, the view in front of me opened up to a relatively secluded corner, completely covered by the shadows of tall trees. The flat ground was covered with thick layers of rotten leaves, making it a perfect hiding place.

"I'll just hide here first..."

He relaxed a little, and his tense nerves were about to relax.

However, just as he raised his foot to step into the shadow.

The raised foot suddenly froze in mid-air, as if frozen by invisible frost, nailed in mid-air, unable to fall down no matter what.

The blood and mechanical lubricating oil in the body solidified instantly.

A bone-chilling chill exploded from his crotch, running up his tailbone to the top of his head, freezing him so much that even the chip in his skull froze.

The dark blue light of the electronic eye suddenly shrank, and the pupil shrank to a dangerous needle-like shape in the darkness.

All optical sensor components were instantly overloaded, focusing intently and unblinkingly on the deepest part of the shadow, the darkness as thick as ink.

There, a person stood quietly.

Or rather, a...shadow.

His figure was tall and straight, as if blending into the surrounding darkness.

The well-tailored pure black suit outlines a slender figure, and a thin cloak made of strange material is covered on the outside, which automatically creates strange ripples in the shadows without wind.

On the chest, a solitary playing card badge is pinned on the left lapel, gleaming with a cold luster.

Following the poker card emblem upwards, his eyes suddenly caught sight of a smooth, white bone mask, emitting a cold, corpse-like glow in the darkness.

There was no texture on the surface of the mask, only two hollows with a pair of scarlet eyes embedded in them.

Like a gem soaked in a sea of blood, the black and white magatama spins silently like tadpoles, and every rotation and change seems to suck in the viewer's soul.

At this moment, this pair of evil eyes were looking at Zuo Bai, who had mistakenly entered this place, with great interest, and there was a playful look in their eyes that made him shudder.

[Masked]? ! !

The moment their eyes met, the memory of that brief, humiliating, and thoroughly manipulated death in the sewer flooded back into Zuo Bai's mind like a flood.

It is true that he really wants to seek revenge on [Mask].

But this shouldn't be the case now, not when he was severely injured, his balls were shattered and bleeding, and he had just escaped from the clutches of the Night's Watch and was so weak.

So, why is [Mask] here?

Could it be coming towards me...?

This thought caused Zuo Bai's heart rate to soar to the limit instantly. The CPU in his head was running crazily and felt slightly hot. There were even a few wisps of black smoke with a burnt smell coming out of his head.

Just as he was in extreme fear and high alert, a flash of enlightenment suddenly split Zuo Bai's confused thoughts.

"Speaking of which... it seems like my life has been plagued by endless bad luck since the day I met [Mask], right?!"

Zuo Bai had never thought about this before, because he only believed in science.

But tonight, he began to believe in fate.

The shackles of thinking that have been imprisoned by science have been liberated.

In other words, the scattered clues of the past were interpreted in his mind like a puzzle with a completely new perspective.

"That's right, meeting [Masked] was the first real 'death' in my life, and it was the beginning of my bad luck!"

"Then, I returned with all my might, seeking revenge on [Mask]... But halfway through, I was struck down by [Fate] that came out of nowhere."

"Then, Fuxing was found again and treated as merchandise. He ran into Feng Yuhuai, who had become a Night Watchman. It was because of [Mask] that I initially targeted Feng Yuhuai."

"Tonight, Feng Yuhuai once again forced me into the bushes and forced me to reunite with [Mask]..."

The more I recall and think about it, the more solid this conclusion becomes.

"Misfortunes are falling like dominoes, and the first one to fall is none other than [Mask]!"

"[Masked] is the one who dragged me into this vortex of misfortune!"

This interpretation is not scientific at all, but it is very "fateful"!

"Gudong."

Zuo Bai swallowed hard, his mouth dry.

He mobilized all his facial muscles, squeezed out a model friendly smile, and explained sincerely:

"It's a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding. I'm not here to see you, really. I'm sorry to bother you.

You continue to stay here, I will leave now, don't worry, I won't tell anyone you are here."

As Zuo Bai spoke, he carefully put down his feet and retreated backwards into the grass.

In the first half of his life, Zuo Bai had never spoken so nicely, but recently, after being "influenced" by [Destiny], his personal cultivation has made incredible progress.

Even though blood was still seeping from his crotch, Zuo Bai managed to maintain a kind look on his face, and even his voice was filled with gentleness.

However, the [Mask] in the shadows did not seem to be willing to accept this favor.

"Need not."

A cold and indifferent voice rudely interrupted Zuo Bai's friendly discussion.

Compared to Zuo Bai, [Mask]'s tone is somewhat impolite.

Zuo Bai's heart suddenly tightened, thinking that [Mask] was going to attack him.

The next second, his tense breathing suddenly relaxed.

Then the cold voice sounded again, saying faintly:

"You stay here, I have a date that I can't miss."

Before the last syllable faded, and before Zuo Bai could react, [Mask]'s body had strangely collapsed like melted black wax, transforming into a pool of shadow darker than the night.

Zuo Bai's electronic eyes kept zooming, staring at the shadow under his feet flowing into the grass without blinking, and the direction seemed to be the same as the way he came.

Zuo Bai froze in place for several seconds before he took a long, sharp breath!

"Dating?"

"Are you going on a date with Feng Yuhuai?"

Some doubts swirled in his mind, and Zuo Bai felt a strange feeling in his heart:

"[Mask] didn't bother me. Is he really that generous?"

Yes, compared to his previous thoughts of revenge and Feng Yuhuai's reaction to him like a mad dog, the "tolerance" shown by [Mask] at this moment made him ashamed.

Zuo Bai blinked and looked away, secretly delighted:

"Could it really be that 'Old Huang' sucked away my bad luck, and that my fortunes have begun to turn around?"

Thinking of this, Zuo Bai felt that the pain in his crotch was not so unbearable.

If you can summon a "Lao Huang" by sacrificing a pair of eggs to suck away your bad luck, it doesn't seem like a big loss.

As a scientist, what do you need eggs for!

Only when I get rid of my balls can I devote myself to science without distraction!

………

The dark shadow flowed silently over the grass like liquid, flowed into the villa, and meandered along the wall to the second floor.

There is a huge oil painting hanging on the wall, which is a half-length portrait of the special envoy. The brushstrokes are solemn and realistic, and the colors are dark and rich.

The special envoy in the painting is dressed in gorgeous clothes, has a stern face and looks straight ahead.

The light from the wall lamp on the gallery ceiling casts a mixture of light and dark shadows on the canvas, adding a touch of gloom to this already serious portrait.

suddenly!

The light and shadow on the surface of the painting twisted strangely for a moment.

It's not the shaking of light, but the indescribable change in the texture of light and shadow carried by the canvas itself.

The outline of the special envoy's face seemed to be brushed by invisible ripples, and the lines became blurred. However, his originally dull and empty eyes became strangely alive in this blur.

It was as if the face of the person in the painting had quietly come to life, or as if another transparent mask was covering the face of the person in the painting.

The oil paint on the surface of the face ripples under the light, which is difficult for the naked eye to discern. And deep in the overlapping, "vivid" eye sockets, there are densely packed black characters like living worms, which suddenly appear and then quickly disappear.

[Emergency Reminder:

Your experience pack 1 (clever Imoto) and your experience pack 2 (dear old father) are having a fateful reunion.

Location: Emerald Garden

System calculations show: 100% probability of triggering the "Father's Kindness and Daughter's Filial Piety" bond effect.

Ps: Father and daughter reunite and have a midnight snack together, how can we miss you?

—You are peeping!!!]

In the room, time seemed to freeze in scarlet.

Tens of thousands of hair-like red threads intertwined into a web in the void. They were not dead objects, but pulsated with some strange rhythm, like a living spider web.

In the center of the spider web, Feng Ju was entangled like a moth caught in a web;

At the end of the spider web, Feng Yuhuai was still spinning new silk threads like a spider.

Feng Yuhuai tilted his head and stared at Feng Ju through the dark mask, his synthesized voice revealing a creepy sense of grievance:

"Dear father, why don't you say anything? Are you really unwilling to see your daughter?"

Feng Ju's lips opened and closed in vain. The language function area of his brain seemed to have malfunctioned and he was unable to form any sentences.

Love? Hate? Gratitude? Fear? Forgiveness? Revenge? …

Countless extremely contradictory emotions collided wildly in his mind.

The chaos in his heart at this moment is so great that even the most insane writer would not be able to describe even one ten-thousandth of it.

Standing before him was the daughter he once loved the most, and also the one he hated the most recently.

The daughter who carried hope pushed him into the abyss of death with her own hands;

The daughter who turned into a monster pulled him back from the brink of death.

So, should he love again, or continue to hate, or...

A flash of clarity suddenly flashed through Feng Ju's chaotic thoughts. Perhaps he could treat his daughter in the future with the same attitude as he treated his rebellious son Feng Mu.

Before Feng Ju could sort out his thoughts, Feng Yuhuai's voice sounded faintly again:

"It seems that the father is really unwilling to forgive his daughter."

From beneath the pitch-black mask came a voice-changing, creepy sobbing:

"But, it was obviously my father who had been deceiving Yu Huai the entire time, so why did he put all the blame on Yu Huai?"

The "forgiveness" that Feng Ju had prepared froze in his throat in an instant, and he was completely stunned when he heard the words.

etc--

What do you mean he has been deceiving his daughter?

What did he cheat on?

He, Feng Ju, believed that he had poured all his efforts and unreserved love into his daughter Feng Yuhuai.

He may be hypocritical and cunning to others, and may be cruel and ruthless to his son, but he has never lied to his daughter. He wants to show her his heart.

Feng Ju was furious. He opened his mouth with missing front teeth and the hissing sound of air leaking out became rapid. He was almost about to curse.

But he held it back!

His face was filled with grief and his voice was trembling, like an old father who had suffered an injustice:

"Yuhuai...what nonsense are you talking about?"

His voice was extremely hoarse because his throat was strangled by the red string.

"Father, how have I ever lied to you? In my entire life... I've never lied to you once! Not even once!"

Feng Yuhuai slowly straightened his head, and the circles in his eye sockets became brighter:

"Father is still trying to lie to me, but I can already smell it. The blood oozing from your body smells like a monster like me, hehe—"

As if to prove that he was not lying, Feng Yuhuai elegantly hooked his little finger.

“Whoosh!”

The red string wrapped around Feng Ju's neck suddenly tightened, leaving a thin mark on his skin and oozing out a string of bright red blood beads.

Feng Ju's heart was trembling as he watched helplessly as the blood-stained red thread retracted into Feng Yuhuai's body like a poisonous tongue returning to its nest, and finally condensed into a drop of sticky black blood on her pale fingertips.

Feng Yuhuai raised her slender fingers and slightly lifted a corner of the mask.

The bloody fingertips brushed across the pale lips, leaving a glaring black mark on the lip line, and then the mask was closed again.

Beneath the pitch-black mask, a soft, smacking sound like someone savoring red wine could be heard:

“Tsk tsk tsk…”

Although only a drop of blood was taken, Feng Ju felt as if a bit of his soul had been pulled out by the thread, as if he had been to the gates of hell again.

In his mind, the memory of being killed by his daughter that night came flooding back uncontrollably.

The feeling of his daughter's cold fingers penetrating his back unhindered and clutching his heart;

The chill of life escaping madly from broken veins along with the scalding blood;

Also, along my daughter's arm, the disgusting feeling of countless red lines wriggling inside her body;

That is the smell of death, the pain of being betrayed by your loved ones that penetrates your soul.

The hatred is back, all of it is back!

This unfilial daughter! This monster! This... patricidal beast!!!

Feng Ju's back teeth were almost broken by his own biting, but there was no anger on his face. It was as if time had gone back to the time when he loved his daughter the most.

His face showed the kindness of the past, and his voice was as gentle as if he was coaxing his young daughter:

"Yu Huai, you misunderstood. It's true that father turned into a monster, but father has never lied to you. He never did before, he never does now, and he will never lie to you in the future."

He paused and added:

"Father, I was killed by you, and then by chance, I turned into a monster and came back to life."

Feng Yuhuai seemed to be touched by this long-lost fatherly love, and a hint of hesitation appeared in his synthesized voice.

"Really? Father didn't lie to me?"

It’s done! Feng Ju sneered in his heart, but the kindness on his face was like a welded mask, even more “sincere” and moving.

He wanted to nod vigorously to make his point more convincing, but his neck was still covered with red lines, so he could only grin.

The more hatred he harbored in his heart, the more compassionate his face became:

"Really, father has never lied to Yu Huai, because, in this world, father will always be the one who loves you the most."

(End of this chapter)