Chapter 76: What Is A Father?
The air in the room seemed to solidify.
Only the faint chirping of crickets from the lawn green belt outside the window could be heard.
Ian held up the demon head, staring tensely at the door blocked by the wardrobe, repeatedly whispering in the demon’s ear, “Quickly tell him that the demon’s bewitchment cannot be refused by any life, his son has already made a heroic resistance, but ultimately still lost to you this evil demon.”
“Emphasize that it was a stubborn resistance even you admired, but there’s no way around it, who made you too strong.” Ian tried his best to lower his voice, making it sound like the buzzing of a mosquito.
Even so.
He was still extremely nervous, somewhat regretting that he hadn’t taught Klingon on the way back, otherwise he could have used the otakus’ language to have an encrypted conversation with the demon.
“I…”
The demon’s perception ability allowed this demon that was left with only a head to clearly sense how powerful the oppressive force of the existence outside was; it simply didn’t dare to say such suicidal words.
It hesitated. It was just a small demon, which was also the reason he could become a foot soldier, so unlike those great demons, it simply couldn’t stand tall in front of Superman.
Superman has low magic resistance?
Any demon who believes that would have grass eight hundred meters high on their grave!
Just as the Minotaur demon was about to swear to resist to the death.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Ian’s hammer had already knocked again.
“Quickly tell my father, in the face of your bewitchment, I made a stubborn resistance on the mental level, but I couldn’t resist, and also, do not directly repeat my words.”
He also gave a warning.
“This won’t work!”
The demon gritted its teeth and put up a very stubborn resistance.
However.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The dull thuds on the head were really painful, very painful, a kind of inexplicable pain that touched the soul; the Minotaur demon even somewhat admired itself for enduring a full eighteen blows.
But on the nineteenth blow, it really couldn’t endure.
Really, it was truly that the enemy was too strong; at this moment, it completely agreed with this statement. In the situation where it simply couldn’t resist, the Minotaur demon could only choose to obey.
“Superman! Your son… Your son’s will is really very strong… However… Ah? Hehehehe? Demons don’t laugh like that, ouch! I’ll laugh! I’ll laugh!”
“However, heh, hehehehehe, my bewitchment is extremely terrifying, extremely terrifying, extremely terrifying… I didn’t forget my lines! I’m just still brewing the emotion!”
“My bewitchment cannot be defied by any life! I am the most powerful demon in hell! Look! I’m speaking very fluently! Very imposing! I’ve heard it before! I know how to say it!”
……
The Minotaur demon was extremely indignant.
Ian, however, was cursing inwardly; he was very certain that with this demon’s clumsy lines, it definitely couldn’t make it in politics in the future, at most mix in Hollywood as a special guest actor. And just after the Minotaur demon obediently finished its lines, the room once again fell into a silence where even breathing could be heard.
Outside the door.
There was no response at all.
Ian perked up his ears, his vigilance at maximum.
The next moment.
His intuition gave him a chilling sensation down his spine.
“You know I can see and hear you instigating a mutilated demon, right? And your erratic heartbeat.” The old father’s voice suddenly came from behind.
Ian whipped his head around.
He saw.
The old father was trying to squeeze into the room from the not-so-large window of his room. Saying it wasn’t large was actually just relative to Superman’s muscular build.
“Oh no! I forgot to lock the window!” Ian looked somewhat panicked at the hammer in his hand, having a tiny bit of filial piety thoughts, but ultimately still didn’t have the guts to charge at him. He glared his eyes, watching Clark who had fully squeezed into the room, hurriedly hiding the hammer behind his back and holding his breath, not daring to make a sound.
Even Ian was like this.
The demon’s head turned even paler.
“You’re right! It’s all this little brat instigating me!” Its survival instinct was still very strong, frantically opening its mouth to shift the blame; as everyone knows, the demon’s flower language is being good at betrayal.
To this.
Clark, who straightened his wrinkled shirt, just gave this demon a cold glance.
“You know the person you’re accusing is my son, right?” His words carried a seriousness that made the demon’s scalp tingle; it was the first time in this demon’s life tasting what it meant to be caught between a rock and a hard place.
Alright.
It wasn’t human to begin with.
Due to the demon’s ability, it could sense Superman’s terrifying bio-electric field and horrifying holy soul; the oppressive feeling made crimson sweat madly seep from this demon’s head.
“Sizzle sizzle sizzle~”
After the demon’s sweat dripped onto the floor, it corroded black spots one by one on the wooden floor. At this moment, it felt an even more surging oppressive force that made its soul tremble.
“You know this is the floor I paid for, right?” Clark’s voice was at least eight degrees lower than usual; Ian could even hear his father grinding his teeth.
The loss of one floorboard.
For a frugal farm boy, it was no small pain.
“It has nothing to do with me! This really has nothing to do with me!” No wonder they say no one knows a father better than the son; Ian reacted extremely quickly, throwing the demon head to Clark like a hot potato.
Clark gripped it hard with one hand—the demon head’s skull was deforming. However, for the demon, this was far less painful than Ian’s weird hammer blows.
And facing its possible fate of being crushed, it still managed some quick thinking in desperation.
“If I said I’m not a demon, I’m just a very useful trash can, would you believe me?” The demon’s voice was shrill, not daring to look directly into Clark’s eyes.
“I’m very valuable! I can be a garbage recycling station, definitely able to earn enough money to compensate for your floor!” It had even started stealing Ian’s creativity.
“????”
Clark looked at the creature in his hand that called itself a “trash can”, then at his son’s face full of innocence, his eye twitching a few times before taking a full set of deep breaths.
Seeming to be trying hard to calm his emotions.
“Tomorrow,”
Clark finally spoke, his voice carrying obvious restraint, “I’ll find you a sufficiently safe and reliable large cabinet to store these… bizarre toys of yours.”
He clearly paused on the word “toys”.
“Ah?”
Ian had thought “fatherly love” would come.
He didn’t expect it to actually be real fatherly love instead of Clark taking off his belt on the spot.
“Is this really okay?”
He still hadn’t quite come back to his senses, so his probing words sounded slightly cautious. To be fair, Ian had thought Clark should have a very rigid personality.
“As long as you don’t stuff this kind of ghost thing under your mom and my bed, and take proper safety measures, there’s no problem.” Clark’s expression looked extremely helpless.
But he still nodded at Ian—as someone who was once an equally special child, Clark perhaps understood better than anyone how to learn to accept a child’s uniqueness.
His parents.
In the past had already set the best example for him.
Now.
Of course it was his turn.
Breaking the mystery in the womb, Lin Le looked up at this world with dragons, bodhisattvas, and immortals.
