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The sudden shout scared me. I hurriedly put out the lighter in my hand and held my breath, not daring to move. From outside the grave came another angry roar: "You must be tired of living! What are you doing in my grave! If there's a road to heaven, you won't walk it, but if there's no door to hell, you'll walk it! "

It turned out that the owner of this grave was clamoring outside. This grave belongs to my father. I would never go to the wrong grave. Could it be my father? But my father is dead. And it didn't sound like his voice.

There was silence outside. I waited.

After a while, a heavy sigh came from the outside, and the person asking was Shier.

Those who can call me Shier are all familiar people. This dispelled a lot of the fear in my heart. So I climbed slowly out of the grave. His body was already covered in sweat. A gust of wind blew on him, making him feel cold and comfortable. I saw a monster standing in front of me. The most eye-catching thing was the two large wings on its back.

The wing dropped to the ground above its head. It was at least three meters tall. His two wings were folded right now, and it had extended out a lot from his side. Each folded wing is at least one meter wide. If it was spread out, who knows how much longer it could extend.

I've never seen such a large wing before. And no feathers on the wings. All of them were covered in creases, but of course, they also had bones to support them. Some of the bones were very thick, like the purples on a house.

Then he looked at the monster's face. Black faced with fangs, a pair of eyes without whites, as if inlaid with two ink-colored glass balls. Looking at its body again, its muscles were abnormally well-developed, and the lines of its muscles were very obvious. As the pectoral muscles are too large and bulge, the chest groove is very deep. The abdominal muscles are two vertical squares of meat.

It wasn't even wearing a pair of panties. A mass of black fur surrounded him. The item at his crotch was very long and thick. It was bent like an iron hook. The muscles on his legs were also very full.

In short, if you looked at it, you would feel that it was a monster filled with explosive power.

But I could still make out a hint of familiarity on its face. And it was certain that my father had become the monster.

"Father!" I shouted.

"Shier!" The other party replied.

"How did you become like this?"

"You asked for it even though you already know the answer!" His father was a little angry.

"Because of me? How could I let you become like this? " I was surprised.

Shier! Stop pretending! There are no outsiders here, what are you pretending for! " The wings behind his father folded up and down and became twice as long. The wings no longer hung to the ground, saving them the hassle. He walked up to the grave and sat down with his buttocks pressed against it. A pair of black eyes shone under the moonlight as they looked at me with a blaming tone: "Shier, who do you think you found to do this to that person? Why do you want to do this to me? I was living well, and I love you so much! "

I asked, "Father, what did I do to you?"

"You're still not admitting it! I ask you, did you kill me? Come on, cut your neck so deeply! "

"I didn't kill you!" I denied it.

"Enough!" I'm not blind. August 15th, Mid-Autumn Festival. I cut some eggplants in the kitchen and put them in the pot. I remember adding half a pot of water to the pot and lighting it in the oven. Seeing that the eggplants were too big, he picked up the kitchen knife and prepared to cut it again. At that moment you burst into the kitchen with a dagger in your hand. "He's looking at me with a murderous look in his eyes!"

"It gave me a fright. What are you doing, talking about Shier? You said that I want to surpass you. Didn't you want to kill me when I said you were going beyond me? You stopped talking and slashed at me with your dagger. I quickly dodged and raised the kitchen knife in my hand. Clang! A guy is on your head! Why did he say 'kung fu'? Because your head is too hard. Chopping at it was like chopping at a piece of iron, and it even produced sparks!

It made my hand go numb. The blade had been rolled up. It stunned me. He was wondering when did he manage to cultivate the Steel Head Technique! Then you pounce on me like a lion cub. I put an arm around my neck. His strength was surprisingly great. I can't get out of it, I can't get out of it.

I feel dizzy when I see it coming. You removed your arm from my neck, grabbed my hair with one hand, and slashed my neck with a sharp dagger with the other. I watched my blood spurt into the pot. After a short while, they all stopped breathing.

Shier, I never thought that it would actually be you who killed me! "I died a bitter death, I died with grievance!" His father, who had turned into a monster, started crying.

I said, "Dad, I'm not the one who killed you. Even the police have asked me for a fingerprint. The fingerprints on the dagger used to kill you are exactly the same as mine. But the print on the dagger was a little larger than mine. That means the fingerprints on the dagger are not mine at all! "

"But I saw with my own eyes that the person who killed me looked exactly the same as you, and even his voice was the same!" Father said.

Lowering my head to think, I said, "Father, I know who killed you!"

"Who is it?"

"Yang Dabao!"

"Who is Yang Dabao?"

"He's my twin brother. Don't you know that? You and my mother gave him to my grandfather's comrade! Do you remember? " "No," I said.

"Oh, it's him! Remember! Have you seen him recently? " Father said.

"I saw it! He went to my house after you died! They even took over my wife and my marriage! " "No," I said.

"Why did you say he was my killer?" his father asked.

"Because he looks exactly like me. Even the voice was the same as mine. But he was a size bigger than me. Maybe his fingerprints are the same as mine! If his fingerprints are really the same as mine, then according to body shape, his fingerprints should also be a little bigger than mine! " "No," I said.

"But can Yang Dabao's head be as hard as iron?" his father questioned.

"I don't know about that! It's just that this is not certain! " "No," I said.

My father looked at me, his dark eyes still filled with tenderness.

I couldn't help but ask, "Father, you have such a pair of wings on your body, can it make you fly out?"

Father stood up from the grave. All of a sudden. The wings were fully unfurled. It was ten feet tall and five to six meters wide. A strong gust of wind blew with each flap. Like a glider, he flew into the sky. After circling a few times in the air, he landed, folded his wings, and sat down on the grave again.

Envy, I said: "Now you can go wherever you want to go!"

Father said: "Shier. When I wasn't dead, I didn't feel your energy at all. Only after I die did I feel the surging energy radiating from your body! "So you have been hiding your strength all this time …"

"What power do I have? How come I didn't know? " I was surprised again.

"Don't interrupt! "Can you listen to me?!" Father was anxious.

"Alright, continue!"

Father continued, "The moment I died. Suddenly, he felt a very strong and warm energy. I don't know if my soul felt that energy. But I was dead. The body could neither move nor breathe. I could only watch. And my eyes couldn't move.

Wasn't the climate then still hot! A day later, I could smell a stench coming from me. He knew that he was really dead and that his body was deteriorating. And I saw you touching my face, pulling at my eyelids, trying to make them close. He even rubbed off a piece of flesh from my eyes! You secretly smeared the skin on my shroud. He must be sick of it. Then I covered my face with a piece of yellow paper!

That strong, warm energy is a visible substance." Perhaps only the dead could see, the living could not. What I saw was a large bundle of golden light that fluctuated endlessly. It was extremely beautiful, and it continuously entered into my body. "Huu." And the source of the golden light is you!

Ah!" Hearing this, I couldn't help but exclaim out loud, "Can my body still emit golden light? Why can't I see! And I can't feel it at all!

"The source of that yellow light is you! No matter how far you go, the light will always be transmitted to me. It won't break. With someone else or the coffin board between us, the yellow light can penetrate them and not do them any harm, and they don't even notice it!

Until I was buried. You've all gone home, or gone farther. But the great yellow beam of light still connects you and me, piercing through all obstacles.

The great yellow light must have been the powerful, warm energy.

Under that energy, even though my body was rapidly rotting, leaving only a set of bare bones, I was conscious of it. Perhaps my soul is still attached to the bone. It was just that his flesh had rotted and his blood had dried up. Slowly, something began to change on my bones.

My bones have grown thick, and some of them have sprouted new strips of bone at the joints. to build the skeleton that I now have. Flesh grew back on the skeleton. I became what I am now. Until I was able to move, that yellow light finally left my body and slowly disappeared! "

When my father finished speaking, it was like listening to a fantasy story. It was unbelievable.

I asked, "Father, can you still feel the energy in my body?"