Frightening Joke: Above the Mist
Chapter 250: Patricide

Chapter 250: Chapter 250: Patricide

Everyone has a nightmare deep in their heart.

Yu Wenxuan thought he had already forgotten him.

But now this man, this man who should be called his father biologically, appeared before him.

Yu Wenxuan was not a well-liked person, his behavior was erratic, reckless, and his thinking abnormal; overall, he did not fit into human society.

Since childhood, he brought extremely terrible feelings to those around him.

Among the people Yu Wenxuan knew, he was often mentioned in the same breath as danger.

To make a comparison, if villains and fierce ghosts had faces, what everyone would imagine is definitely Yu Wenxuan’s face.

He was other people’s nightmare.

However... very few people know that those who bring nightmares to others often endure more themselves.

Though he was a monster in the eyes of others, he was also a miserable and pitiful victim.

And the one who hurt him, was the man in front of him.

His father.

Was it a hallucination?

Or reality?

Yu Wenxuan forcibly restrained his violently beating heart due to fear and anger, carefully watching him.

His appearance... was the same as in his memory.

Medium height, wearing a blue jumpsuit with a wide and old leather belt around his waist. His arms were thick, muscles visibly protruding at the shoulders and arms.

He had no hair, the stubble was coarse and black, with a round face, thick messy eyebrows, eyes that seemed to smile, a big mouth giving a hearty impression.

His fingers were thick, with black dirt embedded in the fingernails.

It’s him...

Rage and fear burned in Yu Wenxuan’s heart, and a dagger had subconsciously slipped into his palm.

His honest appearance couldn’t hide the Madman inside; Yu Wenxuan could never forget...

How frightened he and his mother lived under his shadow.

However, he should have died, died in an accident, an accident police could find no cause for.

Why is he appearing here?

Is it something the ghost did...

"Xiao Yu... come here."

A strange and familiar voice emerged.

Yu Wenxuan stared at him, emotions flickering in his eyes.

A sense of impending collapse made it hard for Yu Wenxuan to breathe.

He tightly gripped the dagger, feeling a wave of dizziness in his brain.

The figure blocking the alleyway was staring at him coldly.

Already dead...

Still won’t let me go?

Terrible childhood memories flooded back, and Yu Wenxuan shivered, something he rarely did.

Just like many people suspected about him.

Yu Wenxuan indeed wasn’t afraid of ghosts, nor did he ever dream of ghosts in his nightmares.

But that didn’t mean there was nothing he was afraid of.

In fact, little Yu Wenxuan had the same nightmare every day, a nightmare that began once he awoke.

This not-so-tall middle-aged man planted an incredibly deep psychological shadow in him.

But now... he had grown up.

In high school, he had plotted to murder him, murder his own father.

Now almost ten years had passed, he had no reason to still fear him.

Fear this phantom created by a ghost.

Yes, exactly a phantom.

Yu Wenxuan was very sure the man in front of him wasn’t a ghost reincarnate, but a ghost copying his fears to create an illusion.

"I’m here, father."

Yu Wenxuan squinted, smiling as he walked toward him.

The man at the mouth of the alley reached out his hand, a hint of satisfaction seeming to flicker in his eyes.

However, just as Yu Wenxuan was about to approach him, he suddenly struck!

"Shhhh—"

A cold flash shot by, the middle-aged man’s eyes widened.

A slash appeared diagonally on his face, instantaneously causing a spurt of blood.

Blood sprayed over Yu Wenxuan’s face, body, but he remained still, smiling as he watched him.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but then half of his head suddenly fell off, rolling to Yu Wenxuan’s feet.

His body remained standing, the remaining half face, that eye full of confusion, continued to stare at Yu Wenxuan.

Yu Wenxuan quietly watched him, but his breathing gradually grew heavy.

He didn’t seem as relaxed as he appeared, no... this was even harder than when he slaughtered that family of thirteen.

"Heh..."

Yu Wenxuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, looking down at the half head rolling on the ground.

"You were my fear, but now, even though you’re dead, I must become your nightmare."

Yu Wenxuan wiped the blood off the dagger with his index finger, just about to look away.

However... an anomaly occurred.

The half head that rolled to his feet suddenly sprouted a blood-colored tendril.

Before Yu Wenxuan could react, the tendril rapidly grew and spread, birthing more tendrils.

In the blink of an eye, the half head on the ground was covered in dense blood-colored tendrils!

They propped the half head up like centipede legs, climbing up the middle-aged man’s body, returning to the remaining half of the head.

Then, in Yu Wenxuan’s incredulous gaze, the dense tendrils burrowed into the other half of the head, like the most skilled surgeon performing surgery, blood-colored tendrils swiftly sealing the wound between the two halves.

In less than ten seconds... he was restored.

He seemed to forget what had just happened, reaching out a hand to Yu Wenxuan, speaking in an eerily strange voice: "Xiao Yu, come here."

Yu Wenxuan’s pupils contracted, he stared hard at the middle-aged man in front of him, eyes filled with boundless venom and hatred, this scoundrel, this beast!

His gaze Yu Wenxuan knew so well, outwardly kind, appearing honest, yet in reality more ruthless and terrifying than the most savage thug...

"Die!!"

Yu Wenxuan could not suppress his inner fury, madly swinging the dagger, stabbing at the middle-aged man’s face, throat, heart.

Blood shot out wildly, soon coating Yu Wenxuan in a bloodbath.

Yet Yu Wenxuan tirelessly thrust the dagger in and out, bits of flesh flying everywhere...

The whole frantic assault lasted for three minutes.

When Yu Wenxuan stopped, the middle-aged man had become a pile of flesh.

Blood flowed all over, Yu Wenxuan’s hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, but his expression was of immense satisfaction.

"Hahaha..."

"Come back... come back alive for me to see?"

Yu Wenxuan’s face was all covered in the middle-aged man’s blood, looking insane.

However... the terrible thing truly happened.

The ground full of flesh sprouted blood-red tendrils, writhing and intertwining together.

They quickly congregated into a mass of flesh, as Yu Wenxuan watched in madness, a crimson fissure appeared on the mass...

When Yu Wenxuan looked into the fissure, a pair of eyes was looking out...

"Ding—"

The dagger fell to the ground.

Yu Wenxuan’s pupils trembled wildly, he stared in disbelief at the head growing out of the mass, trembling:

"...Mother?"