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Chapter 164 Solomon: Resurrection, my love

Solomon Grandy died in 1894.

Before that, he was a traveler.

Travel around the country, explore various places, go deep into various ruins, and look for the treasures in them.

During his adventure, he met the girl he was destined for, a girl with beautiful red hair and eyes that could talk.

They experienced countless adventures, and finally got married and even had a lovely daughter.

These stories are enough to make three "Raiders of the Lost Ark" films.

Then again?

Solomon couldn't remember. He didn't know how he died or what happened to his wife and daughter.

He has been dead for so long that everything has become history.

"I'm going to find them."

Solomon suddenly said, "After my death, they will probably return to their own country. I am going to Russia!"

"it is good!"

Pamela immediately agreed with Solomon's decision.

She didn't ask Solomon how he would arrange for her, but walked directly to him and carefully held his hand.

Pamela is full of poison and will kill anyone she touches.

Only Solomon is immune to her poison.

There are billions of people in this world, but Pamela can only and will only hold Solomon's hand.

Solomon's hands were cold and could not feel any warmth.

So Pamela held on hard.

As long as you keep holding him, your own warmth will be transmitted to Solomon's hands, making him no longer cold.

"Let's go, let's go together."

Solomon lowered his head slightly and met Pamela's bright smiling face.

After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

"Let's go."

A breeze began to surround the surroundings, and dead branches and leaves rolled together to form a flying carpet.

Solomon no longer spread his wings alone, but sat with Pamela.

When flying into the air, Pamela suddenly spoke.

"Uncle Grandy, I have a question."

"You said."

"Since you keep saying that you died in 1894, if your daughter is still alive, she should be an old woman, right?"

"I know what you want to say."

Solomon looked ahead, his eyes no longer confused.

"It doesn't matter if my daughter dies. For me, death is the beginning."

……

Natasha knew the whereabouts of her sister Yelena after just a little searching.

"She came from the same school as me, and I was the best."

Natasha inserted a memory into the computer and brought up a special interface.

Soon, a world map appeared, with a red dot in California.

"Every [Widow] will have a tracker in her body. Only when she gets rid of the brainwashing of the Red House will she want to take out this tracker."

Natasha said, "The tracker in her body is still active, which means she is still a [widow]."

Lorraine looked at the map and was very sure of Natasha's execution.

Much stronger than some people in the Shadow Council.

He won't mention names.

It's the scarecrow.

Lorraine nodded and said: "In that case, let's set off."

He did not open the portal, this time he was just a spectator.

Natasha came outside the house, jumped up, and flew to her destination at a speed that broke the sound barrier.

Lorraine followed, flying at the same speed.

Soon, they arrived in California.

Following the tracker's instructions, they found a suburban manor.

"right here."

There was an inexplicable emotion in Natasha's eyes. Although she knew that the memory between the sisters was false, she did rely on this memory to spend many lonely nights.

She felt sad for a while, but quickly regained her energy.

This is a trial. Only by passing the trial can she be qualified to continue to stand by Lorraine's side.

Can't fail!

"go in."

Before entering the manor, Natasha dismantled several alarm devices with ease.

"The Red House hasn't made any progress in so many years!"

Natasha held the mechanism in her hand and showed it off in front of Lorraine.

His eyes were full of anticipation, as if he was waiting for Lorraine's praise.

"You are so awesome."

Lorraine smiled and said, "With your current abilities, even if these mechanisms are not dismantled, they will not be able to find you."

Even such a casual compliment made Natasha's body tremble slightly with excitement.

She tried to calm down and said: "I only hope that my ability can be your help in the future."

Entering the manor, it was eerily quiet inside.

"I'll wait for you here."

Lorraine suddenly stopped and said, "When you sisters meet, you may need a little private space."

Natasha nodded, she became more cautious and sneaked into the manor.

Entering the mansion, it was dark. Natasha was sure that Yelena lived here. She did not turn on the lights, which was the habit of [widows].

Hiding in the darkness, hating the light.

Natasha closed her eyes, and in the darkness she heard her heartbeat.

Just inside the bedroom.

"That's it."

Natasha entered the bedroom silently and saw her sister whom she had not seen for many years.

She was resting, unresponsive to Natasha's intrusion.

It's not that the other party's vigilance is too weak, but because from beginning to end, Natasha never showed any signs of intrusion.

Natasha put two fingers on Yelena's temples, and a weak biological electricity penetrated her brain. The next second, Yelena opened her eyes.

Seeing a figure appear in the room, Yelena instinctively wanted to fight back.

But it was at this time that she found that her body could no longer move.

It was like she was paralyzed. Apart from blinking and breathing, she had no control over her body.

The bioelectricity that Natasha had just penetrated into Yelena's brain blocked all signals from her brain to her body.

"Yelena, it's me."

Natasha turned on the light, and the sudden dazzling light made Yelena couldn't help but close her eyes.

After a long time, her eyes adjusted to the surrounding light, and she saw her sister, whom she had not seen for many years.

But there was no joy in her eyes, instead there was deep hatred.

It's like saying two words over and over again.

traitor!

"Has the Red Room brainwashed you to this extent?"

Natasha said helplessly, "Let me restore your consciousness first."

She pressed her palm on Yelena's forehead, and the bioelectricity invaded again. When she let go, Yelena's hateful eyes had been replaced by blankness.

Then she saw Natasha.

"elder sister!"

Yelena couldn't help shouting, and then she realized that she could speak.

He regained control of his body.

"it's me."

Natasha touched Yelena's face and said with a doting look, "Next, we have to have a good chat."

……

Lorraine walked around outside the manor, pretending to take in the scenery.

Not long after, Natasha walked out of the room.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she had clearly cried just now.

But when she saw Lorraine, she held back all her tears and forced a smile. "Cry if you want."

Lorraine said softly, "Crying is the right of any creature, and no one can take it away."

His words completely opened Natasha's emotional valve.

Her body was shaking uncontrollably, and tears were falling down in large drops. The helplessness and loneliness made Lorraine's heart twitch.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Lorraine looked at Natasha and said softly, "You don't need to face it alone. If you need a shoulder, I can lend it to you."

"Wow!"

Natasha hugged Lorraine tightly with her backhand and rested her head on Lorraine's shoulder.

Her crying became louder and louder, as if she wanted to release all the sadness and pain.

Lorraine listened silently and said nothing.

After a long time, Natasha's crying gradually became quieter, leaving only a low sob.

"Drykov."

Natasha suddenly said this name with a cry in her voice.

“It was he who killed my mother, and it was he who rebuilt the Red House!
"He's still alive, always alive!"

The man who took him away from his mother's arms received genetic modification and lived to this day.

It was also he who ordered Natasha to be trained as an agent.

Then he transformed and became Natasha's childhood mentor. In Natasha's heart, she once regarded him as her father.

Lies, all lies!

That is his mother-killing enemy!
"Everything is fake!"

Natasha said tremblingly, her tone filled with despair.

She no longer knows what else is real in her life.

Relatives are fake, memories are fake, and even former mentors are fake.

There is no truth in your life!
"But this hug is real."

Lorraine suddenly spoke, leaving Natasha stunned.

"Now that your enemy is alive, isn't that great?"

Lorraine patted Natasha on the back and said softly, "Then let's go kill that son of a bitch with our own hands."

……

Solomon took Pamela and landed in a wilderness.

There is an endless expanse as far as the eye can see, with the cold wind howling, and only the low withered grass and the ruins of decaying buildings bringing a little different color.

Solomon made a coat of leaves and wrapped it around Pamela.

Keep her from freezing to death.

"Life is really troublesome. In order to survive, you can only adapt to nature."

Solomon walked forward. Nearly a hundred years ago, this was a small town.

However, it has long been abandoned, and countless houses have collapsed without any repairs.

He closed his eyes, felt it for a moment, and then opened his eyes.

"found it."

He walked around to the back of the town and saw two low tombstones.

"Anna Grandi, 1871-1924"

"Raisa Romanov, 1890-1928"

These are Solomon's wives and daughters.

They have long since fallen asleep underground, and there are no longer any stories in the world.

There is a name engraved on both tombstones.

Natasha Romanoff, the person who erected these two tombstones.

"Natasha Romanoff..."

Solomon thought for a while, and if he guessed correctly, this person should be his granddaughter.

Pamela was wrapped in her coat, crossed her arms, and came from behind Solomon.

"Did you find them?"

"found it."

When Solomon saw the tombstones of his relatives, he didn't know what expression to show.

Sadness, sorrow, remembrance, or loneliness?
neither.

What ignited in Solomon's heart at this time was anger.

"Raisa Romanov, 1890-1928"

His daughter only lived to be 38 years old!

Although Solomon often said that life is not important, death is the beginning.

But at this time, uncontrollable anger surged in his heart.

The life of 38 years old cannot be a natural death.

Is it a disease or other reasons?

"If you are murdered by someone, the murderer had better pray that he never survives."

Solomon pressed his hand on the tombstone, feeling the cold touch.

"I will kill all his blood, no, I don't need to do it..."

Solomon used the power of the blackness of decay and transmitted it to the ground along the tombstone.

He wants to resurrect his wife and daughter into the same life form as him.

Then they can be together forever.

A gloomy atmosphere echoed around, and Pamela wrapped her coat tighter.

She couldn't help but swallow, waiting for what would happen next.

Will Uncle Grundy's family emerge from the ground?
But after a long time, nothing happened.

Solomon let go of his hand, the expression on his face finally no longer calm.

"Is there a force resisting me?"

He quickly realized something, "It's the Red of All Beings, it's getting in my way! Why?"

He clearly felt just now that the bones of his wife and daughter were sleeping underground.

All they need to do is let the blackness of decay take effect to bring them back to life.

Although due to the decomposition of the body, the final resurrection will only look like bones.

But he didn't care.

On the contrary, this form made Solomon feel more at ease.

However, just as the blackness of decay enveloped their bones, a force from the inside resisted it.

That is the power of life, rejecting the kind of life form Solomon wanted to create.

"My bloodline has been transformed!"

Solomon said softly, "The redness of all living beings has been bound to my bloodline, and I cannot resurrect them."

It turned out to be the case.

He understood everything.

When he was chasing the red of all living beings, the host he caught a glimpse of also seemed to have red hair.

She is her own offspring!
Although I don’t know which generation it is, my blood is indeed flowing in that girl’s body.

Pamela was extremely worried about Solomon's state at this time, and she couldn't help but ask: "What should we do now?"

"There's nothing to do, just kill the girl."

Solomon said calmly, "I don't know how many generations have passed, but apart from the blood connection, I have no feelings for her at all.

“Since she hindered me from resurrecting my wife and daughter, she is my enemy.

"However, since she is my descendant, I can resurrect her after killing her. This is my last mercy."

Speaking of this, Solomon suddenly became concerned about his granddaughter.

Natasha Romanoff.

Is she still alive?
Solomon suddenly wanted to see her too.

That host was just his descendant for an unknown number of generations, but Natasha was different, she was his daughter's daughter.

The weight of these two people in Solomon's heart is as different as clouds and mud.

And he also realized something.

If Natasha was still alive and she killed her offspring, she would definitely hate her grandfather.

Solomon didn't want to see that.

He decided to change his decision just now.

"If Natasha is still alive, I won't kill the girl first."

Solomon said, "If Natasha is dead, it's not my fault."

(End of this chapter)