The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 445 Blizzard First Chapter

The sky has gradually brightened up, but the blizzard has not passed yet. When the light of dawn shines through the vast snow and shines in the messy reception room, it does not bring real light to the place. On the contrary, it is more exciting than the dark night. People feel cold.

When Lex walked in, his complexion was pale, expressionless, and his figure was thin. He looked like a ghost walking out of the wind and snow. Clark's fingertips trembled, revealing his uneasy mood .

But soon, more anger flooded him, and he looked Lex in the eyes and asked, "Did you kill him?"

Seeing Lex's mouth in denial, Clark's tone was full of anger: "The blood on your trousers is his, I can see it."

Lex's pretended weak expression gradually dissipated, and turned into a mockery. When he spoke, his voice was colder than the wind and snow outside the window.

"Do you use your superpower? I can tell who's blood is. I'm really curious. What else can this superpower do? When plowing the land like a stupid cow, can it be used to count bugs in the field?"

Even Lex himself didn't realize that there was actually a kind of fear hidden behind his sharp words.

Clark on the opposite side stood in front of the bathroom door, the shadow of the corner of the wall shrouded him, and in Lex's vision, he looked like a giant beast lurking in the darkness.

At this moment, Lex found that he felt extremely disgusted with this kind of person with unknown power, and the anger bursting in his heart still came from fear, the instinctive fear of creatures standing at the top of the food chain.

Out of this fear, he instinctively refused to communicate with Clark, he said: "What I did has nothing to do with you, mind your own business."

Seeing his attitude, Clark was also a little angry. The tragic situation of Lionel's corpse still had a great impact on him. He lived in a simple environment in the small town, and he had never seen a corpse, let alone I have never seen such a bloody murder scene.

He took a step forward and forced Lex to take a step back. Clark said in a low tone, "Luther, killing people is against the law! And he is your biological father! Isn't he?"

Lex let out a disdainful breath from his nasal cavity, he said: "I know, you are the kind of person who believes in the law, but I am not, I don't want to explain to you."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, and Clark quickly walked over, grabbed his arm, and said in a deep voice, "I can't let you go unless you promise me that you will never hurt anyone else..."

"Promise?!" Lex raised his voice. He shook off Clark's arm, turned to look at him and said, "Since you never trusted me, why should I promise you?"

Without waiting for Clark to explain, Lex glanced at the door of the bathroom, then looked at Clark and said, "If I remember correctly, our plan is for three people to investigate the door leading to the underground separately, so why did you appear in here?"

"You want to investigate me, you want to catch me, Clark, your hypocritical saintly face makes me sick."

Lex took a step back, stood by the door, looked at Clark and said, "You put on an attitude of a good old man, convincing me to cooperate with Wayne, but now, what are you doing? Are you carrying out our plan?" ?”

"Or, you are just a hypocritical liar who wants us to work for you, but you are secretly investigating us and want to catch us."

"I never thought about it that way." Clark said helplessly.

"But you did this." Lex didn't notice, his tone was a little trembling.

Now, Clark is too close to him, even though the distance between the two is at least two meters, Lex can already feel that suffocating sense of oppression, he has seen Clark in battle, he is sure, if Clark If you want to do it, it doesn't take a second, and he will die.

When human beings face fierce beasts that can kill themselves, the fear is engraved in their instincts. Clark's various abilities show that he is not only not an ordinary person, he may not even be human.

Lex didn't know exactly what Clark was thinking, when he would strike, or when he would kill himself, all he knew was that Clark only needed one thought, and he was dead.

No one could keep calm in this kind of emotion, Lex's chest heaved violently, he kept backing away, wanting to escape, but he didn't have the courage to leave Clark behind.

Seeing that Lex didn't intend to communicate at all, Clark took a deep breath, and he walked towards Lex. As the distance between the two kept getting closer, Lex was engulfed in instinctive fear, and he turned around and wanted to run.

In an instant, Clark stopped him. At this time, Clark didn't want to attack Lex, he just wanted to prevent him from leaving, and hoped that the two of them could have a good talk and solve this misunderstanding.

Until now, Clark still felt that Lex might not have done it on purpose. After all, he trusted Lex who had dealt with him more than the mysterious call from whom he didn't know.

But Rex had completely collapsed. The moment Clark grabbed him, he felt like a bug being caught. This stronger hand was pressing towards him like a god of death, and he didn't even He couldn't even flap his wings for a short time, so he could only wait for death in place.

He began to want to do something to cover up this fear, so he raised his voice and said quickly: "I killed him! And I personally dismembered him, that's what I want to do! You want What? Kill me?"

"I've said it a long time ago, Clark, your powerful ability allows you to be immune to the harm most ordinary people do to you, so of course you can pretend to be tolerant and be a kind person!"

"But you want to use this ability to judge me, or even kill me, there is no difference between you and me, you monster!"

Lex's tone was very intense. The moment Clark heard that he admitted that he had killed the person, he felt extremely angry, not only because of the tragic situation at the murder scene, he really didn't understand how anyone would do such a thing. After the cruel thing, there is still no repentance.

Lex was about to back up again, Clark leaned forward, then raised his arm, and knocked Lex on the neck, knocking him unconscious.

Clark stood on the spot and took a few breaths. For some reason, there was a violent emotion surging in his chest, because he clearly saw the fear in Lex's eyes the moment he made a move.

He must be afraid that his crimes will be exposed, Clark convinced himself like this, but another voice in his heart told him that he was actually afraid of you and your powerful power.

He sees you as a monster rather than his kind, he sees you as uncommunicable and just terrified of you.

This made Clark feel very bad, as if he had really turned into a ferocious beast hiding among the crowd, just using his powerful power to attack humans wantonly.

Just when he bent down, wanting to lift Lex up and send him back to the guest room, suddenly, a severe sense of weakness hit him again, Clark gasped twice, and half knelt down.

The previous few times, as long as he temporarily relaxed his body, took a deep breath and rested for a while, this feeling would fade away, but this time, after Clark stood there panting for a long time, the feeling became more and more intense.

Suddenly, he felt a black shadow appear above his head. He looked up and saw a man in a long suit standing in front of him. Looking up, he was holding a special container in his pale hand , there is a stone emitting green light inside.

Clark tried his best to raise his head and looked up. A face with a crazy smile appeared in his field of vision. As expected, a series of crazy laughter came from above his head.

The lid of the container was opened, and the green stone was thrown directly at Clark's body. Clark groaned in pain, barely able to support his body, and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a strange face painted with clown makeup appeared in front of Clark. The clown moved his head closer, and even stretched out his hand to pat Clark's face, showing him a big smile.

The clown stretched out his hand, picked up the green stone, shook it in front of Clark's eyes, then raised his arm high, and smashed it down hard.

"Uh!!!!"

Clark let out a deep scream. The moment the green stone touched his skin, he felt a severe burning pain. What made him feel even more uncomfortable was that the feeling of weakness was getting stronger and stronger, making him dizzy and nauseous. He had never felt this way before.

Suddenly, he felt that some liquid covered his eyes and stuck to his eyelashes, making it difficult for him to open them.

The smell of blood came from a place very close to him. He stretched out his hand hard and touched his forehead. Feeling the pain, Clark put his fingertips in front of his eyes. He saw that his hands were covered with blood. Viscous blood.

he bled?
Clark's breathing became more and more rapid. He felt an emotion he had never experienced before. He thought it might be fear. This was the first time in his life that he was bleeding from a wound.

His vision was blurred by the blood, and through those feet wearing leather shoes, Clark could see Lex lying on the ground, the blood on the back of his neck had dried up and turned into a blackened scab.

The bloody smell that kept pouring into his nostrils kept reminding Clark that ordinary people hurt when they get hurt.

But at this moment, the figure in the long suit walked up to Lex. He squatted on the ground and poked Lex's arm with his fingers.

Lex's body was not strong in the first place, and he didn't wake up so quickly after being knocked out, so he didn't respond, but the lunatic with clown makeup smiled and said to himself:
"Oh, look at this poor little Lex Luthor, who was injured by his father's long-term domestic violence..."

As he said that, the clown lifted the clothes on Lex Luthor's back with his hands, Clark stared wide-eyed, because he saw dense scars on Lex's back, new wounds piled on top of old ones, obviously not left in a day .

Clark beat the floor hard with his hands. He tried hard to get up, but the green stone was too close to him, and his upper body just straightened up a little before he fell to the ground again.

"How hard he tried to take revenge. After waiting for so long, he finally got a chance to kill that damn pervert and avenge his mother and himself..."

"He succeeded...he succeeded!" The clown pouted and nodded, as if expressing affirmation, but soon, he started laughing again, and then said:
"But he is a crappy and outdated screenwriter. No one likes to watch such a revenge drama. People hope that every show can have a humorous ending!"

As he spoke, the clown stood up unsteadily, looked down at Clark from above, and said, "It doesn't matter if he can't do it, I can help him."

"Now, this scene has a humorous enough ending..."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

(End of this chapter)