The father in my impression is a man with a face full of vicissitudes of life. When I was young, he and I depended on each other, but he only came back every three to five days, and every time he came home, he would fall asleep and rarely talk to me except
Except for occasionally throwing some money at me, he basically ignored me.
But even so, I still have high expectations for him. I think one day, I can find him and my mother whom I have never met before, and then the family can be reunited.
In front of me, the father I had dreamed of countless times in my sleep was standing in front of me alive. How could I not be surprised.
"Dad..."
I couldn't believe my eyes. After hesitating for a long time, I finally shouted again.
In the mist, my father looked at me and slowly walked over.
"Xiaofan, I have wronged you all these years."
When I heard this, the emotions that had been suppressed for many years came out like a tide. This is the family love that comes from blood. No matter how many years we haven't spoken to each other, whenever we meet, it can always make people burst into tears.
Dad smiled happily at me.
"Xiaofan, come over here and let me see if you have grown taller?" Dad said.
I nodded quickly and said, my father has been gone for so many years, and his son has already grown up.
I walked over quickly, thinking about giving my dad a hug, and then asking him about my mother's whereabouts...
But just as I moved my front foot, suddenly, a familiar voice came from my mind.
"He is not your father, that is an illusion."
This voice was naturally spoken by the witch. Her words immediately shocked my heart!
I immediately looked up and saw my father standing in the mist in front of me, smiling at me, but he wouldn't come over and just stood there like a wooden stake.
My mind was blank just now, and my mind was completely disrupted by the appearance of my father. I couldn't think of anything else.
Now that I was reminded by the witch, I immediately noticed something unusual.
This is the tomb of Bai Qi, the God of Death. How could my father, who has been missing for many years, appear here? It is too much of a coincidence.
My expression remained calm, but my heart became a little more wary.
"Xiaofan, come here quickly and let dad take a look..." Dad smiled.
"Okay, I'll come right away."
I walked forward calmly, but my father was still standing there waiting for me, with a look of a loving father on his face...
At this time, I became more and more certain that this was definitely not my father.
The father in my impression has almost never smiled at me since I was a child. Although I haven’t seen him for many years, it is impossible for him to change that much.
"Xiaofan, you have grown up..." Dad said.
"Dad, you are really old."
"Haha, everyone will grow old, let alone me, Xiaofan, come closer and let dad take a good look at you..."
I said hello.
I walked over and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sharp nail growing on the palm of my good daddy's hand.
"Dad." I called softly, and suddenly the conversation changed: "Next time, you can dress up as my mother, maybe the effect will be better."
As soon as I finished speaking, 'Dad' was stunned for a moment, and the fog instantly dissipated, revealing his true face.
"You actually discovered it!"
As soon as the 'Dad' spoke coldly, he immediately raised his palm, where sharp nails had already appeared, which were twenty or thirty centimeters long, and were no less sharp than his opponent.
But unfortunately, my reaction was much faster than his.
The broken sword in my hand was raised high, first I easily blocked 'Dad's' sharp nails, and then I stabbed my broken sword into his chest.
'Dad' made a sharp cry, and in an instant, a layer of skin fell off its face, and its original true face was actually a face that had shriveled up to the size of an old tree bark and was covered with dense growths.
His black appearance looked like an old corpse that had been dead for many years.
The fog has dissipated, and the old corpse stands in front of me without any cover.
It was wearing tattered armor, its face was covered in black, and its body had long since dried up like rotten wood. I stabbed the broken sword into its chest, and when I pulled it out, it actually had a look of begging for mercy on its face.
Before I could take action again, the old corpse suddenly changed its appearance. When I took a closer look, I couldn't help but feel shocked!
The old corpse transformed into a woman.
This is a woman in her thirties who looks to be less than forty years old. She has phoenix eyes and a beautiful nose, and exudes an outstanding temperament between her brows. And I have some inexplicable feelings about this woman in my subconscious.
The intimacy...
I don't know how this old corpse transformed into this appearance, but the face in front of it made me unable to put my hands on it for a moment.
I could vaguely feel that the appearance of a woman transformed from this old corpse was most likely that of my mother...
I stared straight ahead, staring blankly at this face, with mixed feelings in my heart.
But at this moment, the crisis suddenly appeared!
The old corpse suddenly stood up. Taking advantage of my distraction, it raised its sharp nails and pierced my heart.
I muttered something bad, but luckily my reaction was timely enough. I dodged as the wind blew under my feet, and I immediately avoided the old corpse's attack.
I shouted loudly and without hesitation slashed the old corpse's head to the ground with my sword.
At this point, this old corpse that could change into anyone's appearance at any time was completely killed by me, and it fell to the ground with its head missing.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and a cold sweat broke out down my back.
At this time, the witch said: "This is a zombie. It can feel your state of mind and transform into the appearance of anyone you want to see..."
So that's it. After what the witch said, I suddenly realized. No wonder I would see my father and mother. I dare say this mysterious corpse can actually see through my heart. This is too mysterious.
"I've only heard of zombies and blood zombies, but also zombies."
I have a lot of experience, this is the first time in my life that I have seen this kind of thing.
But the witch didn't take it seriously and said: "The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders, there are thousands of kinds of people, and corpses are also divided into three, six, nine, and nine grades. In addition to being able to change their appearance, the zombies are not very powerful in attack. Otherwise, this will be like this."
You may be the one on the ground..."
The witch's words were so direct that I blushed deeply. Indeed, if she hadn't reminded me in time, I would have been disemboweled by this zombie.
"You've been quiet these days, are you okay?" I asked.
"My soul is injured and I need time to rest. In the next time, I will try not to take action and fuse the memory of the last relic..."
"Okay, I will protect you from now on."
I grinned, and then the witch's disdainful voice came from my mind.
"It's shameless to say that if you can protect yourself, your family's ancestral graves will be smoking..."