I became superman when I died

Chapter 181

Fist up, fist down.

The storm cleared and the dust settled.The strange beast went on the road very smoothly, without any pain at all.

Seeing the back of the young man swinging his fist, and the slowly falling cloak, the old man beside him couldn't help but opened his mouth, and was speechless for a long while.

On the one hand, I was a little frightened by this power. It is difficult for anyone to remain indifferent when seeing such a fist for the first time.

On the other hand, he thought that the next target of that fist might be himself.

When I first came up with this idea, I was honestly a little scared.

But after thinking about it for a while, I felt calm again.

Originally, he should be a dead man.It was inexplicable to suddenly return to the world of living people, but it was only by an instinct that even he himself could not explain clearly.

It wasn't until just now that he realized that it was because he sensed danger.

Fathers are sometimes strangely sensitive to the situation their son finds themselves in.Even if he is dead, even if the relationship between him and his son was not that close when he was alive.

Because he is the father.

Of course, he was somewhat dissatisfied with his son.At the last moment of his life—at least, he thought it was the last moment before, and the last thought in his heart was that he regretted not being able to see this useless child for the last time in the end.

Maybe that's why he struggled to climb up to the seventh floor, played tricks outside to scare his son, and almost slipped down by accident.

It's a little embarrassing to think about it.

That's all gone now.

If you think about it carefully, this moment is already a gift from God.Although the reason is unknown, his life has indeed been extended in a certain sense, he was able to see the child for the last time, and saved him from the crisis. Well, this part has little to do with him.

The dead should stay where the dead should be.Even if he is on the road now, he has no complaints or regrets.

Thinking of this, he instead turned away from looking at Superman, but turned to his son.

".dad?"

At this moment, Jack finally hesitated to make a sound.

The old man turned around slowly, expressionless, and spoke softly in an old voice that seemed to be full of exhaustion.

"It's just as useless as before, it hasn't changed at all."

The moment the eyes met, Jack seemed to feel it in the dark.

This is the father.

It wasn't any fantasy, nor was it pretending to be a ghost. It was as if the soul itself was telling him firmly that this was indeed his father.

"If there is any obsession that brought me here to meet you, I think it should be this."

The old man closed his eyes lightly and pondered for a moment.

Immediately said lightly: "I'm sorry."

Jack was taken aback.

sorry?What are you sorry for?

Shouldn't I be the one who said this?
"I'm sorry, you have been very difficult all your life. I've been watching it, and I know it. Because your old man has no skills, since you were young, I can't give you anything, and I can't pave the way for you. path of.

I know all of this.I also sometimes think that if you weren't my son, if you weren't a good-for-nothing father like me, you might be a better person. "

Jack opened his mouth to say something, but the old man didn't give him a chance.

"I know what they say about you and what they think of you. I know it all, until the last moment when I was on the sick bed, I always heard some gossip.

But I never took it seriously, not even for a moment.They can't see the good in you, it's just because they don't know you well.But I know.

I've seen potential in you since you were a kid, and I know you'll eventually find what you're good at and be a far better person than me.You are good at finding your own way out. I don't need and have the ability to do more for you. I can only watch you go.

My whole life has been a failure, boy.But if there is even one thing that makes me feel grateful when I think about it for the rest of my life, it is that at least I have not become a burden to you. "

Jack fell to his knees, weeping uncontrollably.

"Dad, I"

"That's about all I'm going to say."

The old man turned around calmly, and instead of looking at his son, he turned to Superman behind him, as if he was facing the judgment he deserved.

"No!"

Jack stepped forward desperately and grabbed the old man.

Maybe he never thought in his life that he would have such a moment of attachment to his father.

Distant memories began to revive, looking back at everything in childhood in the dark years, even the most ordinary memories are as bright as pearls.

When I was a child, I went out to school for the first time, crying and hugging my father's arms, refusing to separate from him.

When I was in middle school, I stayed away from home, and I got into the car without looking back, while my father was still standing in the wind and snow, his tall back still refused to leave until his vision disappeared.

Even until his death, he still missed himself, even though he had already abandoned him out of his own life.

It seems that until now, he finally really felt what death is.

It is an irrevocable separation, an eternal farewell, and a hand that reaches out too late.

The old man's face twitched, but he still didn't look back, showing great determination.On the contrary, the strong man with a heart as hard as a stone cried like a five hundred catties baby.

It made Jiang Bei suddenly feel like a villain who would make people die.
So he had to cough, and interrupted the two people who entered the scene: "Ahem, I don't think I ever said you have to separate, right?"

"Eh?"

The old man opened his eyes, and the strong man who was crying so hard also froze all of a sudden.

The current state of the old man makes people feel that he should be a traditional ghost.

So for ghosts, shouldn't super-processing be the basic operation in the traditional mythology of each system?
Putting it on Superman, they take it for granted that the next step is the time for physical transcendence.

"I don't know if there are real ghosts in this world, but your situation is not, old man." Jiang Bei said firmly, "Your situation is just a rare extraordinary.

Rare, but not unexplained.Before you died, you came into contact with the extraordinary seed, but you have not awakened and activated it.

And that seemingly death-like performance activates that transcendence, making you what you are now—a transcendent person walking on the edge of life and death like a walking corpse. "

The father and son were stunned for a moment, as if they didn't fully understand what it meant.

“I have never seen this situation before”

As Jiang Bei said, he activated the X vision again and scanned, and saw the rapidly decaying organs in the old man's body, and a core exuding a strange evil spirit in the middle of the body.

Obviously, that thing is the key to his "resurrection", it is this extraordinary seed.

"Your body is rapidly deteriorating, and you will die completely within three days at this rate. It seems that no matter what this transcendent principle is, it is not working particularly smoothly.

but"

Jiang Bei paused, changed the subject, and smiled.

".I thought maybe I could save it."

(End of this chapter)