Chapter 51 Father

Old Blue controlled himself in time and did not kill him. He didn't understand why Klein had become so unlike Klein. What did he do wrong to cause him to kill him?
Looking at Klein's crying face, Old Blue was somewhat at a loss. Regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, he had never been able to deal with people who cried...

call out!
besides?

Old Blue was shocked to find that of the three banknotes he handed to Klein, one was bounced away, one was bitten to pieces by him, and the last gold pound "flying knife" actually turned around and stabbed his back relentlessly...

He easily grasped the last bill that flew over and took a deep look at Klein, who was sitting on the ground with his right foot nailed to the ground by his own cane, wearing an old shirt and old pants, and had a crying face.

He raised his head and glanced around. Fortunately, night had already fallen. Although there were some noises, no one had seen them.

Old Blue "gently" pulled out his cane and successfully saw the pain on Klein's face. He carried Klein with satisfaction and strolled back to 11 Daffodil Street. Blood dripped from Klein's feet, forming a very obvious real "clue" that stretched all the way to 11 Daffodil Street.

"Ouch!" Ah Fu, holding a curled-up banknote in his mouth, followed Old Blue with his head down. He looked at the bloodstains on the ground and tried hard to avoid them so as not to get his claws or the iron chain behind him stained with any bloodstains.

……

"Kill him, kill him!"

[“Help, help, ask for help from Old Blue…”]

[“No! Why would I attack Old Blue… No!”]

"It hurts! It hurts so much! My feet... oooo..."

[…Wuwu…]

……

Klein woke up slowly and found himself lying on the "bed" with tears still in his eyes.

"Phew, luckily, it was just a dream... I need to ask Old Blue for help..."

A sharp pain came from his foot. He straightened up and sat up, and found that there was a big hole in his right foot... The wound was still oozing red liquid...

And the place where he was lying was not a bed, but a wooden table, a red wooden table, a wooden table stained red by his own blood.

Klein was suddenly stunned. "It's not a dream..."

The red liquid dripped down the wooden table and onto the elegant-looking carpet, staining the latter red as well.

Chi!Chi!
Klein looked in the direction where the noise came from and was shocked to find an old, somewhat hunched figure grinding something in a kitchen that he was somewhat familiar with.

bass! bass!
The figure rubbed the last two times vigorously, raised it, and looked carefully in the bright light of the gas lamp.

Klein's face froze. That was actually the table knife from Old Bruce's family that he had used yesterday!

"What is he sharpening the knife for? To murder Mr. Fool? No... to make food for me? Oh, how is that possible? I... I remember that I attacked Old Blue... Why? Why? I can't, it's impossible for me to use gold pounds as a hidden weapon! Who is it? Who is it? Where's the voice in my heart? Damn!"

Klein knew that Old Blue had discovered that he was awake. He had glanced over here just now...

"Old Blue had been growing his beard for so long... and I shaved it off..."

Klein lay down again. He felt that he would not be able to leave here alive. He also felt a little dizzy, probably because of excessive blood loss... He decided to lie down and rest for a while.

“I hope that after I die this time… I can be resurrected… Benson, Melissa… No!” Klein sat up suddenly and said to Old Blue who had already walked over:
"Right..."

"Klein."

The sound was like thunder, echoing in Klein's ears and in his head. It also made him sober up. Old Blue would not kill him... If he wanted to kill him, the old man had plenty of opportunities before. There was no need to wait for him to wake up.

Klein held onto the dining table with both hands and tried to prop himself up. He wanted to kneel instead of sitting, but failed due to the pain in his feet.

He had no choice but to lower his head and answered in a low voice:
"Yes, Mr. Blue, it's me."

"look at me."

Klein raised his head and saw that this believer of the Storm, the old man who had just lost his son, and the senior Mandated Punisher, seemed to have aged instantly:
His back, which had always been straight, suddenly became hunched;

The wrinkles on his face became more and more obvious, like mountains and ravines;
The deep wrinkles on the corners of his mouth made the old man look so dignified, calm, and wise, as if all troubles would be easily defeated in front of him.

His eyes were glowing with a faint blue light, not as cloudy as those of an ordinary old man, but so clear...

Tears flowed unconsciously from Klein's eyes. He wanted to speak, but couldn't. He held the handle of the kitchen knife that the old man placed in his hand blankly. He heard:
"If you want to kill me, paper is not enough. A sharpened kitchen knife will do."

“No…” Klein saw the tip of the kitchen knife hit the old man’s chest. His expensive black vest and white shirt were instantly cut. His well-trained chest touched the sharp kitchen knife, and the latter couldn’t even move forward.

Klein felt a warm hand placed on his head, and a gentle yet serious voice came:
"Klein, there's no need to say too much. I can see that you're back."

In an instant, Klein's eyes became blurry, and he only felt extremely relieved, "I'm really back..."

Even the pain in his feet did not prevent him from feeling calm and peaceful.

This peace comes from the old man's instant affirmation and almost unconditional trust.

——Even Klein himself couldn’t confirm whether he was trustworthy and worthy of affirmation.

Klein felt the big hand on his head becoming warmer and warmer, and he heard old, powerful, and solemn words in his ears:

"God said, 'Evil spirits, get away!'"

It was as if two blazing suns were lit in Old Blue's eyes. This was the outward manifestation of the ability of "No Darkness" that he had captured using the "Chaos Puddle".

And those words are the embodiment of the ability of a "notary" who has reached the demigod level.

Klein closed his eyes. He believed that Old Blue would not hurt him.

——Even after the "sun" abnormality appeared in old Blue's eyes last time, this old man held the furious "light gun" and nailed the incarnation of the hidden sage to the wall.

A pure, warm, bright light burst out from Old Blue’s hand. It continued to flow, turning into a tide that submerged Klein’s figure.

After a dozen seconds, everything returned to normal. Klein felt warm all over, as if he had taken a sunbath.

"It's not an evil spirit..." Old Blue frowned and said in a more solemn and dignified voice:

"God says...those who do good will be saved, and those who do evil will be damned."

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