Wenshu finally turned around with a cold expression on his face: "But no one is my wealth."
Xuanyuan Ghost's face turned slightly pale. Even the God of Death would be hit sometimes: "No matter what, it's not safe for you to go back with me outside while you're outside."
Wenshu asked coldly: "Is there a safe place in this world?"
Xuanyuan Ghost was speechless for a moment. This son was no longer the son he thought he was.
He sighed and said: "No matter what, my father cannot let you take risks outside."
Wenshu showed a cruel smile that he had never seen before: "I also want to try that I was taught by you. I really want to know who is better among us."
Xuanyuan Ghost was shocked. Is this son... finally going to seriously resist him?
He stared at Wenshu's face carefully and couldn't find a trace of weakness or hesitation on that face. Wenshu was serious.
He once lamented that his son was too gentle and kind, but when his son truly became ruthless, he actually felt a little heartbroken.
Looking at each other for a moment, Xuanyuan Ghost Man sighed sadly. This long sigh made him instantly become several years older.
"Since you don't want to go back, it's up to you. Just protect yourself and don't worry your father."
He finally compromised with his son. Just like what Wenshu said, no place in this world is safe. Why not let him choose his own place?
He was always very straight, making his tall waist seem to be hunched over. He was a little rickety as he slowly walked down the mountain.
Passing by Wenshu, he took out a letter from his arms, naturally took Wenshu's hand and put the letter into his hand, just like a father handing something precious to his son.
Then, he walked slowly down the mountain, his voice very old: "I can't give you what you want. All I can give you is this. Regardless of whether you will use it in the future, keep it. This is already
It’s all about being a father.”
Those were the warmest and most human words that Xuanyuan Ghost Man had said in so many years.
Then he disappeared
Such a god of death slipped from hell to the world alone just to see his son
The question didn't move for a long time. It took a long time before he lowered his head and looked at the envelope in his hand. After another long time, he put the envelope into his arms.
There is indeed nothing Xuanyuan Ghost possesses that he needs.
But it was something an old man gave him, and he decided to keep it, although he might never open it.