Chapter 3 The mysterious red ghost!
In fact, there are people who care about you silently in your life. You may not feel it when they are here, but you will feel the pain to your bones when they are gone. . Cherish the people around you.
----Singer
Singer wanted to say something, but tears fell down first.
"Good son. Close your eyes." Xin Zheng stroked Singh's head lovingly. Singer closed his eyes, trying to control the tears that welled up. In the past, Singer would never have listened to his father's words. But this time, what he didn't expect was that he did it.
The world became dark, and the only sound in the darkness was Singer's sobs. Xin Zheng took a deep breath and recited a string of jerky incantations in a trembling voice. Singer felt two drops of something cold falling on his face.
"Singh..." Xin Zheng gently touched his son's face with trembling hands. "Don't hate Dad, okay?" Singer pinched the bridge of his nose, raised his head, and swallowed his tears.
Singer wanted to answer, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that he was crying so much that he could no longer make a sound.
So Singer nodded fiercely. "Okay..." Xin Zheng finished reciting the last part of the incantation with all his strength. "Then I can rest assured. Remember your promise, you must... survive..." Xin Zheng's voice became smaller and smaller... and was finally lost in Singer's world.
"Dad..." Singer knelt on the ground in pain. Tears flowed down uncontrollably. The body in my arms gradually became colder. The two were forever isolated in two worlds. Two different times and spaces.
Haha...Singer smiled bitterly. This is really ironic. Just a few hours ago. The two were still fighting. Now...it's a matter of life and death.
"...It would be great if this was a dream..." Singer thought blankly. "Unfortunately...no."
O fate! Why are you teasing me like this?! ...Why...
Singh raised his head. Screaming silently into the air.
Sudden. Violent spatial fluctuations were emitted in the void. Then a crack opened. A ball of red light flew out from the crack.
That red doesn't look like an ordinary color. It was the red of blood, the blood of killing.
With just one glance, Singer was deeply attracted.
The desire to kill surged in his heart.
The red light group slowly became clearer. A sharp figure slowly appeared.
He is a general wearing armor. The two blood-red arms exuded a terrifying aura.
"Oh?" The ghost trembled and made a very clear sound without moving his lips. "Is this the boy?" The ghost looked at Singer carefully, showing a hint of surprise. "Huh? This kid is actually a dark elemental spirit? Haha, not bad. Not bad."
Singer wanted to react. However, he found that his heart had long been occupied by the desire to kill, and there was no extra reason left.
Both eyes. Gradually it turned red.
Killing. Gradually replaced reason.
"Kill...kill!" Singer held the death sickle and rushed forward like crazy. "Hmph...ant." The ghost trembled, then suddenly accelerated and rushed over. . . . . . . At the same time. The imperial guards arrived at the forbidden area under the leadership of Xin Yan. "Quick! He's inside!" Xin Yan's face turned red. While shouting at the army, he rushed towards the forbidden area. "Wait, little girl. The situation inside is unknown now. An accident may occur if you enter hastily..." A fat officer stopped Xin Yan with a disgusting fat look on his face. "Let go! My brother is still inside!" Xin Yan broke free from the fat officer and rushed into the forbidden area. . . . The moment Xin Yan rushed in, there was the first witness to this accident that has been passed down through the ages, although she unfortunately only saw a tragic ending. A beam of red light rushed towards Singh. Singer did not dodge. Instead, he rushed forward like crazy. The red light entered Singer's body, and the huge force caused him to fly backwards. Hit the wall hard. Singh! Xin Yan rushed forward. I saw Singh lying unconscious on the ground.A strange redness slowly spread on his left arm. . .
