Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

The barely perceptible crisp sound was completely covered up by the wind.

That was the sound of the broken cervical vertebrae being reconnected.

The heart in the chest is beating vigorously and full of vitality.

Along with other organs in the body, after a short rest, they start working diligently and energetically again.

Feeling the blood flowing again and listening to the cold wind whistling in from the window.

Wilson slowly got up from the ground.

He looked down at the shattered mask on the ground, then carefully took in the current situation in the conference room, engraving it deeply in his mind.

Finally, he walked to Esperanza's side and made the same move as Karasuma Soshin had done not long ago.

He bent down and reached out to feel her nose and pulse.

I don’t know if it was because of the weather or the wind outside the window that blew some of the snow into the house.

Esperanza, who had died less than five minutes ago, was already icy cold.

In fact, Wilson, who already knew the result, felt the coldness on his fingertips and maintained this action for several seconds.

It was not until a petal of winter snow floated onto the back of his hand that he suddenly woke up and squatted down to tidy up his daughter's remains.

He brushed away the blood and snow on her face and straightened her long golden hair that was stained with snow and blood.

Finally, she gently closed the pair of golden eyes that were exactly the same as his.

"Al, Dad will avenge you."

Facing his daughter's body, Wilson made an extremely solemn promise.

On the face full of scars and pits were a pair of golden eyes that carried a hint of sadness and hatred.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sudden applause gave Wilson a real sense of what it meant to be frightened.

He raised his head to look at the source of the sound, and a black skirt swaying in the wind caught his eye arrogantly and powerfully.

Impossible, didn't he leave?

Why are you still here?

"What a touching father-daughter relationship."

Putting down his clapping hands, Karasuma Soshin looked at Wilson's face, which would have frightened a child to the point of calling for his mother.

He walked up to Wilson step by step and looked down at Wilson who was squatting.

He answered the question Wilson didn't ask in a very good mood.

“Didn’t I tell you that I really want to see the legendary miracle that can pull people back from hell?

I didn't expect Bishop Wilson to be so considerate.

I waited only a short while before Bishop Wilson himself gave me a performance.”

“There is one thing I’m curious about. Miss Esperanza is obviously the mysterious one among millions who truly possesses the magic of life.

Why did you say that the one who came back to life was Bishop Wilson?"

Karasuma Soshin's face showed a perfunctory look of thought.

In just two seconds, he bent down gently under Wilson's extremely gloomy gaze, which seemed to want to cut him into pieces.

He praised in a low voice:

“Use the forbidden technique on your daughter early on, and deprive her of her power at the critical moment so that you can use it for yourself.

Bishop Wilson is indeed a man who can accomplish great things."

This classic song, which regards blood relatives as the foundation under one's feet and sheds crocodile tears, really makes him happy.

When Karasuma Soshin looked down at him with a rare look of joy, Wilson froze instantly.

It is a secret that I have kept in my heart for a long time, never told to anyone, and am too ashamed to speak out loud.

Now it has been exposed so clearly.

Wilson should have been furious or killed someone, but the first thing that appeared on his face was guilt.

That was his only child, and the only chance for him to survive the devastation.

If Wilson hadn't been fighting for his last breath, wanting to see his daughter who was only one month old.

I wouldn’t be alive today.

Memories of my daughter floated out from deep within my mind and began to replay rapidly like a kaleidoscope.

The first cry when he was born, a pair of golden eyes inherited from him with a pure whiteness and purity that he did not have.

When he was on the verge of death, he used the teleportation inscription, and the little baby who had awakened from his sleep actually stretched out its little arms in an affectionate manner towards his terrifying and frightening appearance.

He was not afraid of his blood and the black scars that smelled like burnt.

When he reached out to touch it, the tiny golden star rays actually repaired the fatal wounds on his body bit by bit.

When did it change?

Perhaps it was when the desire for revenge overwhelmed everything, it was so strong that he turned his original idea of ​​protecting his daughter's safe and happy life into a powerful force on the road to revenge.

The daughter who had been carefully cared for and hidden was gradually transformed into a deity worshipped on the altar, and was given the empty title of the Saint of the Church.

He raised her to be a church mascot who had no feelings of sadness or joy and was indifferent to everything except him as her father.

The moment when her young body walked into the forbidden magic altar he had set up with his own hands with full of trust, and the forbidden magic was successful.

Wilson knew that he had completely turned into a monster who lived only for revenge and hid in a dark house.

Another snowflake fell on the back of his hand, and Wilson, feeling the coldness, looked down at his daughter's body.

He suddenly remembered that his child had just turned ten.

Now lying on this cold ground is his daughter.

This was the treasure that he once vowed to protect all his life and to make her happy and blessed for the rest of her life.

But he forgot.

Over the years, the father and daughter have been separated for much longer than they have been together.

As time went by, with this matter lingering in his heart, Wilson could no longer tell whether he was sincere or insincere towards his daughter.

He couldn't even tell how much of the sadness and promise just made came from the heart and how much was just hypocrisy.

Father, like son.

Wilson couldn't tell the difference, but Karasuma Soshin could see it clearly.

Seeing that Wilson had just put aside his enemy, whom he had been obsessed with revenge, he spoke again kindly.

“I wonder if Bishop Wilson noticed Miss Esperanza’s expression when he was preparing his daughter’s remains.

And speaking of which, why did Bishop Wilson name his daughter after the goddess of life? "

Wilson's face froze again.

Karasuma Soshin, who was watching this scene, did not hide the mockery in his eyes.

In this world, some people turn into monsters in just a moment.

Some people will need a long time to transform before they become complete monsters.

Wilson, without a doubt, is the latter of the two.

It is said that a name is the shortest curse in the world.

A little girl with the same name as the goddess of life,

When the little girl was given this name by her biological father, her father had already grown a monster's heart.

In the following time, the beating monster's heart infected the father's internal organs little by little, and soaked his blood.

Those guilts are nothing more than anesthetics used by the monster's heart to soothe and paralyze the brain.

It is covered with a bright and beautiful coat, but it is extremely empty inside.

A father who didn't even remember the fear and worry in his daughter's eyes after her death, vowed to avenge his daughter.

Haha, what a ridiculous joke.

If he really felt guilty from the bottom of his heart, Wilson would not be the one alive today.

The amount of time before and after the forbidden technique is performed is enough to give people the opportunity to regret a thousand or even ten thousand times.

It is much easier to return what has been taken away to its original owner than to take it away itself.

I didn't do it, but I just didn't want to do it.

No matter how beautiful your words are, you are just deceiving yourself.

Now I realize that I regret holding my daughter's body and wonder what I was doing wrong.

In the past, Karasuma Soshin used to think highly of Wilson, but now he is no different from others.

"What's your purpose? Tell me directly."

Knowing that he was going to die today and there was no chance of recovery, Wilson slowly stood up holding his daughter's body, looking like an old man who had lost his courage.

From the moment he saw that the person clapping was Karasuma Soshin, he knew that even if he had the ability to resurrect from the dead, he would not be able to leave here alive.

What's more, the power taken away by forbidden techniques is not something one possesses after all.

It is lucky to be able to come back from the dead once.

Wilson could not think of any other reason except that Karasuma Soshin had other intentions for not killing him but telling him so much.

In fact, this is true.