Geno's eyebrows were covered with a layer of white frost, and he looked at the monster appearing with a heavy expression.

This is a living black shadow, which looks a bit like a human, and the body under the torso gradually turns into a line like the tip of a blade. The monster's body is swaying, looking like looking through a layer of rippling black water. A pair of cold eyes face his gaze and penetrate his soul.

It was really the eternal nightmare demon that Jeno expected.

The monster's upper and lower jaws cracked a crack, revealing its twisted teeth. The darkness of midnight dripped from its body, like black blood melting into the air, or like ink dissipating in the sea. The monster stretched out his arms, twisted the ends and flattened, forming a pair of wide, vicious blades that bent forward along its claws.

Geno saw Moteng buried his blades deeply into someone's heart. It was a person's outline. He leaned against the wall, and black blood dripped from him, gradually revealing his terrified face.

Nightmare bent down, his terrifying appearance was level with his face.

The man had the same hair color as Abel, and it was obvious that this was Selwin, who was dead.

He was dragged into the spiritual world by nightmare and then brutally killed.

Geno stared at Nightmare's every move, and Nightmare was also staring at him with a cold look.

They just saw each other at this moment, but their bodies belong to two different worlds and no one can touch each other.

Geno was about to use his ghost claw to try whether he could hurt the nightmare, but the other party didn't want to give him this opportunity.

Moteng finally looked at Geno deeply, and then he fell deeper and deeper on the wall, as if he had fallen into a deep pit in a vertical direction, and finally completely merged into the wall and disappeared.

The breath of nightmare gradually dissipated and the room began to heat up quickly.

Geno opened the curtain because the curtain was pulled up...but he didn't remember anyone pulling the curtain. The sunlight shone on Selwin's body and evaporated the last drop of black blood on the hollow in his chest.

Geno opened the door, he heard a squeak, and then saw Ogwisha standing very close to the door, covering her ears with a twisted face.

Soon, one side of her ears became red and swollen, and she shouldn't have stuck her ears against the frozen door panel!

"It's solved so quickly?" Ogwisha looked unbelievable. Perhaps she had already imagined that the two masters had fought each other hundreds of times in an instant.

Geno shook his head and said truthfully: "The murderer ran away."

"Running? Wait... You said the murderer! It's not?" Ogwisha suddenly realized the reality like a nightmare. She squeezed into the room from Geno and saw the body appearing in the corner. She was so scared that she covered her mouth in an instant, in order not to let herself scream and make Abel collapse.

But the sensitive Abel had already noticed the cruel facts and curled up alone in the corner and began to cry.

...

The attic was dead, and the child would definitely not be able to live in a short period of time. So Geno brought Abel back to the temple as promised, but the atmosphere was very heavy along the way back.

Perhaps nothing was found in Selwin's body, so he entrusted his neighbors to help Abel collect his father's body.

Back in the temple, Sister Penile had heard of this, and she came over and took Abel away, sootheed him and helped him arrange his father's funeral.

Seeing Abel in a daze, Geno couldn't bear to disturb him anymore. But he had to do that, because Nightmare could take action again at any time, who knew who it would choose to be the next target.

At Geno's reminder, Sister Pennyle arranged Abel to sleep in the same room as Geno.

"You have been crying for a day, aren't you tired?" Lying on their own beds, even though the curtains blocked the moonlight tightly, Geno could still see Abel's back facing him, his shoulders trembling, so he couldn't help asking.

"How could I sleep if this happens?" Abel stubbornly refused to let himself cry. He cried enough today.

"A person will die, let it go, child." Geno tried to comfort people, but Abel was already annoyed with hearing these words today and naturally resisted.

"It's not your father who died, you don't understand my mood at all."

Abel felt strange about Geno turning Selwin out of thin air into the house, but he was still resentful of Geno's why he didn't turn his father out alive.

But the truth is that Selwin was already dead the moment he was dragged into the spiritual world. Faced with the dead, Geno could not save him even if he had brought more fountains of life.

"I don't have a father." Geno said coldly.

"Where has he been?" The feeling of being sympathetic prompted Abel to ask, if there was someone around him who was similar to him, he would not be so sad.

"When I was as old as you, he died in a trap." Geno did not coax the child. The fact is that, the biological parents with this body died early in Zuan.

"Without helpless, then you must be very desperate at that time, right? Just like I am now." Whenever he thinks of himself alone, a fear of the future surges into his heart.

"No, I'm much more desperate than you. You still have so many people to care about you and someone to avenge you. But I am really alone and I don't have a murderer to avenge you."

Geno's desperate tone calmed Abel, causing the little boy to stop crying, and the atmosphere fell into silence. The orphan born in Demacia was much luckier than the orphan born in Zuan, and the enthusiastic and united townspeople would raise him together.

"When I found your father, he was dead. I couldn't save him, so I could only help you find the murderer and let him pay for his life. Abel, if you want the murderer to be the law, then cooperate with my investigation." Geno broke the silence in exchange for Abel's echo.

"I see……"

"Before the incident, did your dad have any sleep deprivation, nightmares or sleepwalking?"

"I don't know, but he looked very good at that time, probably not."

The two voices conveyed to each other in the darkness, not like investigating, but like whispers after the lights were turned off in the boy's dormitory.

"Did your father tell you anything on the day of the incident?" He turned over, and changed from lying on his back to lying on his side, his eyes facing Abel. He could see Abel looking at him like this.

"He told me that story," the little boy said.

"What story?"

"Shadowmen, a story of justice defeating evil, you haven't heard of it yet?"
Chapter completed!