Chapter 232 I am your father

Chapter 232 I am your father

The fat in the skull of old Michaelis contains the decayed moth phase, and the moth in the old skull contains power and knowledge.

Those powers have been completely digested by Watson and transformed into nutrients that promote the advancement of the moth phase.

But the broken knowledge still remained in his heart. At this moment, he already knew the fable of the shedding dancer, and he also knew the answer to taking off the clothes and throwing away the skin.

He savored the fragrance that still lingered on the tip of his tongue, and seemed to be able to find the secrets of the Michaelis family. The fragmented scales in his stomach that had not yet been digested began to tremble slightly, and sparks of inspiration burst out from the bottom of his heart for no reason. , he followed the restlessness in his heart and jumped off the cliff.

The howling cold wind blew wantonly across the body surface, like a dull ice blade scraping back and forth on the skin.

The pale figure falling off the cliff accurately avoided the hard rocks, and there was a splash of water, and turbid foam rose up from the rocks.

The cold and gray sea water roared, trying to submerge this ignorant little insect under the surging undercurrent, but it could never stop the mottled black and white light slowly rising among the rocks, and another pair of light blue eyes. Looking at each other.

Because Sebastian had been immersed in the bone-chilling sea water for a long time, the blood-red color that symbolized vitality seemed to flow away along the gap on his forehead. His face was strangely pale, as if he were a corpse. Bodies thrown into the sea.

But the young man's limbs clung tightly to the rock behind him. Those sharp-edged barnacles penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood of his back, greedily absorbing the nutrients, and at the same time formed some kind of strong support. , so that this half-dead body would not be washed away by the waves.

Sebastian's face was originally as numb as a corpse. The goddess of fate's arrangement for this boy who was less than eighteen years old was really too rough.

He had experienced so much in these three days, and his mood was as erratic as the waves beneath him, with ups and downs, ups and downs, and then downs and downs.

First, there was the tearing pain of witnessing the cruel humiliation of the one he loved in his heart, then the ecstasy of being fully awakened, the ultimate pleasure of the cup-swallowing man understanding the key to transformation, and the joy of getting to know Brother John... Although that day was a little uncomfortable at the beginning. But this discomfort and pain soon turned into fuel for awakening.

Sebastian sometimes couldn't help but wonder if he should be grateful to the man with the cup, who not only caused pain to help him awaken, but also provided delicious meat to help him transform... The one named Karl or Ka Sa's cup man is really a good person!

As for the feelings of the two mother and daughter flowers who were brutally insulted? They have long been left behind by teenagers - I have already helped them appreciate the true beauty of the world, what more do they want from me? Do you want me to stay and take care of them for the rest of their lives? !

impossible! I, Sebastian, vow to leave this dilapidated town and fly freely in the vast world! ! !

However, this kind of fanatical passion could not stay in the young man's heart for long. He soon learned about the tragedy of the stranger attack eighteen years ago from Uncle Nack's taste, and guessed the truth that his parents might have died... But in his heart Still holding on to a glimmer of hope... maybe his father and mother are not really dead. After all, in Uncle Nack's memory, his grandfather's announcement was that his father and mother had gone on a trip.

Sebastian is willing to believe his grandfather and Mr. Faris...or maybe he has been unknowingly affected by Nack's memory, and his thoughts are tainted with a trace of loyalty that has been consolidated for many years...or maybe his thinking has not yet Completely open, some kind of shadow that has penetrated deep into his soul for the past eighteen years is still clouding his consciousness and hindering his thinking.

This kind of blind trust should linger in the young man's heart for a long time, until he undergoes his third and fourth transformation... Ke Qiren's attack helped him open his skull and brain, and also helped him open up the shackles of his thinking... The young man took this opportunity to awaken again, this time it was no longer his power, but his dusty memories.

He felt severe heartache again. It turned out that my grandfather, whom I had always trusted and loved, was the real murderer of my parents... Even though my father and mother at that time tried to tear me apart and devour me before my umbilical cord was cut, but ...But Grandpa, you shouldn’t have invited me, who was young and ignorant, to watch them together after beheading them! ! !

When the young man was on the verge of death, he learned such a sad truth. His self-heart had been shattered like burnt ashes, and only a trace of primitive instinct was left to control his desperate body to survive. He dived into the cold seawater and dug into the sea. There are lurking fish in the sea... But even if his consciousness falls into deathly silence, his body is still willing to follow its last obsession and find the real truth... In other words, it wants to be verified, and wants to learn about his birth from his grandfather. The truth of the night.

So this semi-distorted body forcibly suppressed the discomfort and discomfort, carrying the cold sea water, hiding in the rocks under the cliff, trying to wait for the end of the war above - even if there is only a trace of physical instinct left , this body can also clearly sense the fierce battle above, which is something that I should definitely not be involved in at the moment - it is just a thin larva and cannot withstand the aftermath of the battle at all.

It's like a cicada pupa sinking into the soil, silenced by its own heartbeat and breathing. It has no sense of existence like a deformed bulge on the surface of a reef, quietly waiting for the battle above to end - if I'm lucky, I might be able to lick it. A little remnant of the old moth may be able to truly satisfy the obsession of the nearly extinct rational self and make him completely despair - hehe, then I will be able to naturally seize complete control of my body!

Sebastian's primitive instinct became more and more excited as he thought about it. His shoulder blades began to itch with excitement, as if the wings he was supposed to have since birth were finally coming back to life!

——Well, it’s just my imagination. The reason the shoulder blades are itching is because the tongues of those nasty deformed barnacles have penetrated deep enough to lick the bones. Isn’t the battle above over yet? Obviously the power that stirred up the turmoil has calmed down for a long time, but why can I still feel the instinctive trembling and can't help but want to kneel down and surrender to welcome the return of the ancient one? ! ! !

——Hey, can you move a little faster, or just throw some stumps and minced meat so that I can taste the memories in them?

The immature instinct was thinking about it in the bottom of its heart, but its heart was beating more and more violently. A simple rhythm that even the instinctive consciousness could not understand came from the cliff, and the weird and hoarse buzzing sound came from the cliff. It was mixed with the clang and hiss of the sword, and it also contained the madness of the flailing scales, and there was also a faint hint of the coercion of the Supreme Being...it made its frozen body tremble unconsciously.

This strange trembling continued until a faint sound of flapping wings was heard - the figure suddenly jumped from the cliff and fell in front of it.

Slowly rising from the gray sea surface was a familiar yet unfamiliar face. The eyes shining with black and white mottled light looked directly at its pupils that were rapidly dilating due to fear.

After seeing this familiar face, the young self, who should have been as silent as death, seemed to have regained some vitality. He suddenly broke free from the burned ashes in his heart, pinched his throat with charred arms, and used The hoarse and weak voice asked word by word:

"What is the truth?"

"Did my father and mother be killed by my grandfather?"

And the figure rising slowly from the sea just smiled gently, stepping on the surging undercurrent to the desperate young man, and touched his head with warm hands, and the chaotic and free power poured into the young man's heart. Inside the skull, it is as gentle as a mother's caress and as severe as a father's scolding.

The bizarre buzzing sound of the scissors resounded through Sebastian's mind, causing his resentful soul to tremble, and his body twitched like a spasm, with every inch and every part of his skin, muscles, and bones bursting out. An indescribable clicking sound.

The extra barnacle tentacles that penetrated the flesh and blood struggled to escape in horror, but the retreat was blocked by the resurrected pale granulation. The granulations like strong arms tore off the restless barnacle tentacles, and then swallowed them deep into the flesh. That hungry group of cells.

His hair fell, his eyebrows, eyelashes, and body hair all fell off. Even the skin and bones on both sides of his nose shattered and fell, and his slightly thick lips shrank inward as if being cut... The young man's face seemed to be distorting and changing. , some extra parts were cut off by invisible scissors, and the facial features gradually became more three-dimensional... But if there were other people present at this moment, you would find that the young man's face seemed to be gradually moving towards the naked man opposite him near.

Drops of clear liquid mixed with fat and white lipids flowed out from the gap between the foreheads, which were also superfluous and unnecessary things... A certain seahorse-like structure began to become thin and shriveled.

A deep whisper-like resonance sounded from his chaotic mind, as if it was telling a new yet old, illusory yet realistic experience... That was something Sebastian, who was deeply immersed in the buzzing in his mind, could not resist. It is a completely different past and experience, which constitutes another memory and identity.

"Sebastian...I am your father."

The young man's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened up, and mottled light flowed from the depths of his pupils. He couldn't help but follow the whisper in his head and murmured: "Yes, you are my father."

"Great John H. Watson, I am your most loyal son. I will follow your guidance and move forward. I will be the sword in your hand. I will spend the rest of my life helping you extinguish the rule of the radiance."

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There is still a trace of chaos that is difficult to erase deep in the mind of the young man who regained consciousness.

But this dream-like waking feeling did not make him feel any discomfort. On the contrary, it made him feel more relaxed than ever before - it seemed that as long as this mottled chaotic color remained in his skull, he did not need to worry about the unnecessary things. Without the useless emotions and worries, you can concentrate on following in your father's footsteps and pursue the true freedom that has never appeared in the world! ! !

'Hehe, dad's back looks really reliable... Is this what it feels like to have a dad? It turns out that it feels so safe to have my father to protect me from the wind and rain. It's awesome - Hey, why do I have such strange thoughts? Obviously I have been following John's father on adventures for the past eighteen years, looking for the remains of the hidden Si Chen ...But why do I feel like I have a father for the first time? ’

'Strange, really strange...'

The young man shook his head hard, trying to throw this bizarre thought out of his mind. He obviously had so many wonderful childhoods. No matter how hard and tired his father was at work, he never missed every birthday of mine. How could it be my first day having a father? !

‘It must be the secret influence of that weird old immortal just now! There must still be some remnants of the buzzing in my head that have not been completely eradicated! ! ! ’

‘Yes, that’s right, that’s for sure! It's because of that old moth's power that makes me think wildly. Damn it, that old guy deserves to die! ! ! ’

'After this mission is completed, I must go back and have a good rest, have a big meal to comfort my stomach that has been suffering these days, and then have a good sleep, I will no longer think about these weird things. Something happened. ’

Sebastian ended his meaningless reverie. He suddenly raised his head from the sea water and realized that his father's back was getting farther and farther away from him. He immediately accelerated his speed and swam up.

They swam until they reached the huge, rugged, pitch-black island-like reef off the coastline. They first swam around the reef, and then finally found the right place to climb up, stopping only when they reached the waist of the spire-shaped reef.

Even in such a dark and lightless night, through the true vision inherited by our Watson family, Sebastian only took a second to discover the goal of their trip - to withstand wind and waves on the huge reef for a long time There is a gray-white handprint printed on the corroded wall.

"Father, is this the position?"

"Well, press." My father was as usual, and the communication during the task was always simple and efficient.

"I got it."

Sebastian also imitated his father's deep voice and replied, then pierced his palm with his sharp teeth, and pressed the bloody palm to the gray handprint - he had not been careful and had no control just now. He lived and swallowed the last target that contained the bloodline that opened the secret chamber. Fortunately, that special power still remained in his body and remained alive. It must be able to replace the door key, right?

I don’t want the mission to get screwed up because of my greed when it gets to the most critical moment!

Fortunately, the power of the target's blood still remained in his body. As soon as the hard reef at the gray handprint came into contact with his blood, it immediately melted like ice and snow, and the thick and dark liquid flowed like a gray ocean.

The white library hidden inside the reef was finally exposed to them, and the books recording ancient secrets were finally going to fall into the hands of our Watsons and sons!

Alas! Sure enough, as long as we, the Watsons and sons, join forces, nothing can be difficult for us!