Your Friend Michael Langdon Sent You a Friend Request

"Tch!" Basil scoffed boredly.

Even now, Michael's biological father, sister, and mother still haven't shown up.

He had thought he was going to see a good show.

As a result, only Ben, the head of the family, was there with a pale face, being pestered by Michael with all sorts of questions.

His son-in-law, daughter, and wife did not show up.

They may have shown themselves.

But in this world, ghosts can completely disappear from the sight of others and other ghosts if they don't want to.

Only wizards who have awakened the ability of "Astral Projection" can see ghosts in this state.

To awaken this ability is equivalent to dying once and facing the personal hell that the afterlife has prepared for you.

Basil had no intention of taking any risks.

He also couldn't tell if people were present by the scent of the emotions around him.

The relentless malice of the Murder House tastes like ice-cold cola. Michael's high-quality emotions, on the other hand, are like chilled, cold vodka.

Under the cover of these two flavors, the flavors of other emotions become barely perceptible.

He can only find some amusement in Ben's gloomy face, which is strikingly similar to Thaddeus Ross's in Friends.

We've had enough of the fun.

He coughed once and said to Michael, "You don't need to ask him."

"Apart from Ben, almost all the other ghosts think you are beyond redemption, a devil."

Michael's expression froze. "Including my biological parents?"

He wanted to say something, but after Basil the Snap, he froze in place, as if petrified.

Basil squatted down and said with a wicked grin, "Including that too."

Sha! Sha!

In the very next second, the spring of high-quality emotional energy, which flowed like a stream, suddenly turned into a torrent that could destroy everything in its path.

Wow! That power was strong and powerful, truly strong and powerful!

Michael's expression turned cold, and the corners of his mouth stopped turning up.

But the urge to kill that surged within him kept slipping away.

Happy memories of spending time with my grandmother began to surface in my mind.

Could this also be a lie, a deception? But he couldn't even feel sadness.

He began to examine his past with extreme detachment.

"Is this your power? I seem to have lost the ability to cry. The desire to break someone's neck and dissect someone's body is also disappearing."

"Yes," Basil replied with a smile, "As long as I'm by your side, you can only be a good person."

"Like the oath you swore before your grandmother's body."

Do you still want to be a good person?

Michael first shook his head, then nodded.

Having been forcibly portrayed as a good person, he no longer speaks with a childlike tone.

On the contrary, they were extremely organized, as if they had matured mentally in an instant.

"I don't know. Just now, I thought about becoming a bad person. But after calming down, I realized that my grandmother never gave up on me. Until I tried to kill her. In the garden, those bodies she buried for me, those flowers, represent her love for me."

"But why does Mom still need Dad?" He looked at Ben. "I'm not referring to this Dad."

"That's normal," Basil shrugged. "Tell me about your mother first. Your arrival killed Ben's unborn child."

Michael's eyes widened.

Basil nodded. "Yes, just as you guessed, your mother was pregnant with twins. One for Tate, and one for Ben."

Michael couldn't help but mutter, "His name is Tate?"

Basil: "Yes. He was the only one of your grandmother's four children who was both normal in appearance and physique. He inherited her and her husband's good looks."

"But to her disappointment, Ted Tonks was mentally unstable. He thought about killing people all day long and eventually carried it out."

"He even pretended that Ben and Vivian had a relationship."

Upon hearing this, Michael looked dazed. "Me, like my dad?"

Then, a young man with Quicksilver's face appeared, and he looked extremely angry.

He is Tate.

Basil loosened his control over Ben.

Ben hugged him tightly.

It looks like he's about to rush over and hit Michael.

He roared, "No, I'm not like you!"

"And besides, I'm not your father! I couldn't have created such a bastard as you! Understand?"

"Even a beast like me couldn't have created someone as wicked as you!"

Then he prepared to go up the stairs and leave.

Michael's previously composed face instantly crumbled, and he bit his lower lip as if he was about to cry.

Basil waved Tate behind him and quickly sat down next to Michael.

In the original timeline, Michael gave up on himself and went completely into darkness because of Tate's criticism.

Basil quickly placed his hand on hers, comforting her, "You don't need to be sad. Your biological father was just a child too."

"He's just taking it out on you. Because of your existence and his beastly behavior, Ben's daughter, Violet, who is both your sister and stepmother, doesn't want to see him anymore. Just like your grandmother doesn't want to see you."

"And this might actually be related to you."

"You should remember me saying that Tate is a serial killer."

"But he returned to normal after he shivered over Vivian, your mother, Ben's wife."

"And then you were in Vivian's belly."

"It's hard for him not to suspect that while he was shivering, he was also unleashing his evil side."

"In his eyes, you are the embodiment of his beastly nature."

Michael calmed down.

Basil looked at Tate.

Then, Tate regained control of his body.

He began to look at Basil, the man he dared not vent his anger on and whom he had subconsciously ignored.

"If you're going to teach this devil, why drag me into it?"

"I am not his father. I am just a vessel, a vessel through which the demon came to earth."

"He is the son of Satan. A minion that destroys humanity."

Basil shook his head. "No, he is still human. His human part, the kindness in his heart, and his remorse all come from you."

"If he continues to do good, the devil is trapped inside him."

"I can do that."

The cheapskate father quickly added, "I can help too."

Tate shook his head. "Perhaps you can. Obviously, you're not a medium. You're a legendary wizard. But I'm not going to pay him any attention. You're right, I'm just taking it out on him. I don't want to deal with anything until Violet is willing to see me."

"Having a license is enough. He's an excellent, licensed psychologist. And he's happy to do it, isn't he?"

Michael lowered his head in disappointment.

Basil grasped his hand. "It's alright, you still have me."

[Ding-dong! Your friend [Michael Langdon] has sent you a friend request]

Basil's smile became even more genuine.

Haha! As expected, Michael is a high-ranking figure!

Thinking of Michael's echoes and the possible Michael Knight cards, Basil felt like singing a song.

One chapter is still unfinished; I'll post it tomorrow during the day.