sbdcsierra Chapter 648: The Sick Father Quietly Leaves His Son, and the Smell of Blood is Strong in the Demon S
Chapter 648: The Sick Father Quietly Leaves His Son, and the Smell of Blood is Strong in the Demon S
"Cough cough..." Uncle Kyosuke covered his mouth. A violent coughing made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He staggered back a few steps, his body looking as if it would fall apart at any moment.
He felt that his disguise was about to collapse, and the energy in his body rushed out like a flood.
It hit his body uncontrollably.
"No... I have to leave here..."
Uncle Kyosuke uttered a few words with difficulty. He glanced at Yuzushiri Taki who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
He knew that he couldn't let his son see him in such a sick state.
Rather than letting his son witness his ugly death, it is better to retain the last bit of dignity and leave quietly.
He reached out his hand tremblingly and touched Yuzushiri Taki's face, feeling the warmth of his son's skin.
"Ritaki... my child..." He whispered in a voice that only he could hear.
"Forgive me, father... I can't be with you anymore..."
His body began to change. His once strong muscles began to atrophy, his skin turned as pale as paper, and his hair quickly turned gray.
Uncle Kyosuke, or rather, Yuzheli Kuro, has returned to his original appearance.
An old man who is terminally ill and on his deathbed.
He staggered to the table, picked up a pen, and wrote in crooked handwriting on the letter paper.
His hands were shaking so much that the handwriting he wrote was like that of an earthworm.
But he still persisted and wrote down what he wanted to say word by word.
"Lilong, my child, by the time you read this letter, I will have already left.
"Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, father. I didn't want you to see me so sick... cough cough..."
As he wrote this, he had another violent coughing fit, and a few drops of blood dripped onto the letter paper, spreading out like a blooming red spider lily.
"I... ahem... I'll leave the [Mystical Eye] to you, hoping it can... ahem... help you... become a powerful god-slayer... ahem... ahem..."
After writing the last few words, Yuzhe Lihei collapsed weakly on the chair, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
He used up his last bit of strength to place the letter and [Mysterious Eyes] on the head of Yushiro Ritaki's bed.
Then he slowly stood up and left the room, staggering with every step.
Outside the house, the wind was howling, lightning was flashing and thunder was roaring, as if playing a elegy for this sad scene.
Yuzhelihei hunched his body and walked step by step towards an unknown corner.
His back looked particularly desolate and lonely in the storm.
After an unknown amount of time, Yuzushiri Taki woke up from his sleep.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes, only to find a letter and an object emitting a strange light on the bedside.
He picked up the letter and saw the crooked handwriting and bloodstains on it, and suddenly an ominous premonition arose in his heart.
He opened the letter tremblingly and read word by word what his father left behind, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.
"Father...no...don't..." He cried heart-wrenchingly, his heart full of regret and pain.
He grabbed the [Pupil] and, based on the positioning information on it, rushed out of the room like crazy and chased in the direction his father left.
Finally, he found Yuzhelikui in a secluded corner.
At this time, Yuzhe Lihei was already dying, his face was as pale as paper, his lips were chapped, and his breathing was weak.
"Father!" Yushiro Ritaki rushed to Yuzhe Rikui and hugged him tightly, tears pouring out like a flood.
"Ri... Ritaki..." Yuzhe Rihei opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at his son in front of him, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
"Father... I'm late." Yushiro Ritaki said with a sob, his voice full of self-blame and pain.
Yuzhelihei stretched out his trembling hand, stroked Yushiri Taki's face, and said with his last bit of strength: "Child... live well..."
In the Demon Suppression Division, Shen Changqing walked with an expressionless face, and just nodded coldly to the acquaintances passing by.
He seemed to be worried about something, his steps were heavy, and there was a hint of barely perceptible anxiety in his eyes.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked into the distance...someone was coming.
Shen Changqing walked on the cold stone pavement of the Demon Suppression Division, his leather boots tapping the ground.
It made a rhythmic "tick, tick" sound, like a monotonous death march.
A colleague passing by nodded in greeting, but he just raised his eyelids perfunctorily.
He hummed twice in response, being very frugal with his words, and his expression looked as if someone owed him millions of ghost money.
Today, Old Shen is... again?
The brothers understood each other tacitly and took a detour out of tact. After all, no one wanted to bring bad luck upon themselves.
The Demon Suppression Division deals with demons and monsters every day, and it’s filled with a gloomy atmosphere. Who doesn’t have a bad mood sometimes?
Shen Changqing rubbed his brows. In recent days, the smell of blood in the Demon Suppression Division seemed to be getting stronger.
It made him a little nervous. At night he always dreamed of waterfalls of blood falling from the sky, soaking him like a drowned rat. It was so unlucky!
He took a deep breath and tried to stay awake.
Well, let's deal with the things at hand first.
He walked through the dark corridor and passed by several cells. The demons and monsters imprisoned inside made bursts of roars, which made people's hair stand on end.
He frowned and walked quickly to the mission hall, ready to take a simple mission to change his mind.
But at this moment, a strong smell of blood mixed with a strange fragrance drifted into his nostrils, making him instantly alert.
This smell...something's wrong!
He followed the smell and came to a remote attic.
The attic door was half-open, and it was pitch black inside, like a monster waiting to devour its prey.
Shen Changqing hesitated for a moment, but finally pushed the door open and walked in.
"Who?" A cold voice came from the darkness.