Chapter 2309: Chapter 655: Unspeakable Love (Part 6)
Archbishop Edward in red was somewhat confused; the main force of the Bruch Family was clearly on this side, so who exactly were the ones attacking other divisions? It was said that those people moved mysteriously and were definitely not ordinary members of the Blood Clan. Up to now, many from the Church had been slaughtered, yet they hadn’t even seen a shadow of the attackers.
At this moment, in Country Yi, the night was deep and quiet. Inside an ancient church, a solemn and sacred atmosphere filled the air. Many who had come to pray left as the sky darkened. The church staff closed the main doors, leaving behind only a middle-aged man in a white robe and his assistant.
"Bishop, things aren’t looking good in Country Zi. The Bruch Family seems to have gone mad this time, Archbishop Edward has sent word, the Church has suffered significant losses." The young assistant said.
The middle-aged man in the white robe tucked the folder under his arm and started walking towards the back door. In the shadows, his face flickered in and out of the light. "We’ve already sent help; if Edward can’t resolve this, then he’ll have to personally apologize to the great Lord. His Holiness the Pope won’t tolerate useless people."
The assistant followed behind, nodding respectfully, "Yes, you are wise, Lord Bishop."
The man in the white robe smiled slightly and stepped into the villa connected to the church. As soon as he entered the hallway, everything went black, and he knew nothing more.
The young assistant who followed behind him was already lying on the ground, covered in blood, lifeless.
A blood-red light suddenly flashed through the air, and a tall young man appeared out of nowhere. His physique was robust, and beneath his royal blue shirt, muscles brimming with explosive power. The man’s features were handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. If not for the scarlet in his eyes and the twelve-winged black feather on his back, he would surely be seen as a society elite.
"Mr. Xia, you have successfully dealt with the high-level personnel of the Church’s division in Country Yi. Old Prince Bruch has suggested that you return to the homeland soon." A handsome man in a black suit stood behind the other handsome man, looking at the lifeless Archbishop and assistant on the ground with shock. It was hard to imagine that in just half a year, this young man had grown to such an extent. He remembered the initially sincere Little Fatty, who was completely unnoticeable in a crowd. But now, that Little Fatty had become the heir of the Purple Gold Origin Blood, an extraordinary Blood Emperor, capable of single-handedly slaying an Archbishop in red and thirteen core members of the Church. It wouldn’t be long before this young man grew into a real man, a true Purple-Gold Blood Emperor.
Indeed, this young man who killed the Archbishop in red was none other than Xia Hau, the Purple-Gold Blood Emperor! The handsome man in the black suit was Bali, the Duke of the Bruch Family of the Blood Clan!
Just a few days ago, after the Blood Clan declared war on the Church, Xia Hau brought Bali to Country Yi under the guise of a practice mission. In a few days, he had killed all the core members of the Church here. One reason was to avenge An Yiqing, and the other was to train himself.
Xia Hau shrugged his slightly sore shoulders. These days he had been hiding around the church, always on alert. Now he was indeed a bit tired.
"It’s all sorted, let’s go back." He missed home, missed Xiao Xue.
Bali was overjoyed; only he knew the immense pressure of bringing Mr. Xia out alone. If Mr. Xia encountered danger, even a hundred lives wouldn’t be enough to compensate.
Thanking God in his heart, Bali happily followed Xia Hau out of the church, leaving behind an already lifeless Archbishop in red, still dreaming of loyalty to the Pope and God.
Xuanjin, Xuandu City. An Yiqing had just woken up this morning when she received a call. The call was from Zhang Yufeng, and the message nearly made her jump for joy.
An Yiqing hurriedly got out of bed, quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, changed clothes, and with a medical kit on her back, drove to a private hospital under the Muyun Society.
"How is it? Did the finger really move?!" An Yiqing rushed straight into a ward, looking at the bed. Lying on the bed were two people, a man and a woman, who were Xia Hau’s long-unconscious parents.
More than half a year ago, Xia Hau was still an ordinary second-generation rich kid. His parents ran a chain of restaurants, and the business was going well. Later, Father Xia’s biological mother, Old Lady Xia, colluded with Father Xia’s siblings to seize the assets of Father Xia and Mother Xia. After being taught a lesson by An Yiqing, they harbored resentment and orchestrated a car accident that injured Father Xia and Mother Xia.
Father and Mother Xia were seriously injured in that car accident and almost died. If it weren’t for An Yiqing arriving in time, Xia Hau might have already become an orphan. Although their lives were saved, Father and Mother Xia’s brains fell into a coma, and it was uncertain when they would wake up.
But today, Zhang Yufeng suddenly called, saying that Father Xia’s finger moved this morning.
For a vegetative person, a moving finger was a huge deal. An Yiqing immediately drove over and thoroughly examined Father Xia and Mother Xia.
"Heaven hasn’t let Haozi down! His efforts haven’t been in vain!" After the examination, An Yiqing sighed. These days, Xia Hau had been continuously donating blood to Father and Mother Xia. The Purple-Gold Blood Emperor’s blood had immense power, and a little each day was bearable for ordinary humans.
However, for Xia Hau, every time he donated blood, it was a torture. Every loss of the Purple-Gold Blood Emperor’s blood caused dizziness and nausea. Whenever he had the time, Xia Hau would come over, and after every donation, his face would be pale, his steps unsteady, needing Eddie and Bali to support him to walk steadily. For this matter, Eddie frequently sought An Yiqing to help treat Father and Mother Xia, but An Yiqing was helpless with such natural comas.
Now it’s better; Father Xia’s body has started to show improvement, and he might wake up in a few days! Although Mother Xia hasn’t yet, having her son and husband by her side, waking up is just a matter of time.
"Miss, should we tell Xia Hau about this?" Zhang Yufeng asked.
An Yiqing hesitated, a little unsure. If she told him and Father Xia didn’t wake up, it would be false hope again. But if she didn’t...
After deliberating for a long time, she decided to trust her medical skills and judgment.
"Call him."
Xia Hau received the call just after stepping out of the airport. When he heard the news that his father might wake up, he was stunned for a moment, then rushed into a taxi like a madman, disappearing in a flash. Frightened, Bali quickly followed, only to learn the reason for Xia Hau’s agitation when he reached the hospital.
"Thank Satan! Mr. Xia’s father is finally about to wake up!"
Xia Hau was entirely focused on his father, asking An Yiqing uncertainly, "Can my dad really wake up? Xiao Qing, you’re not lying to me?"
"I guarantee it. He will wake up in a few days. If you don’t believe me, you can wait here. But you should call Xiao Xue to let her know you’re safe."
Xia Hau nodded repeatedly and called Ruan Xue to explain the situation. Knowing about it, Ruan Xue immediately took a car and rushed over, joining Xia Hau to watch by the bedside, waiting for Father Xia to wake up.
Four days later, in the evening, after Xia Hau and Ruan Xue had just finished dinner, Father Xia slowly opened his eyes.
