"It's good that you know what to do. With your wisdom, Old Wang, I believe you can handle this matter well."
Lin Jie sighed and said, "I know this may be a little uncomfortable. After all, he is your child. But if you don't do this, I think you will regret it even more in the future."
Alas, perhaps it would be painful to face the truth, but it would be a great thing for Old Wang and society to expose the true face of these people who came to cheat money from lonely old people.
He, Lin Jie, was such a zealous person who did good deeds without leaving his name behind.
Old Wang was old and lacked love, so it was normal for him to be cheated. But at this time, as his friend, he had to stand up and remind him and supervise him.
The three friends who benefit are straight, forgiving, and well-informed.
Lin Jie felt that although he couldn't do all of them, he had to give the correct guidance in this situation.
"You have chosen to be weak and indulgent now. In fact, not only are you putting yourself in a disadvantageous situation, but you are also disrespecting the Charles in your heart. You are just making mistakes again and again. Do you really want to completely destroy him? Instead of waiting until the end to regret, why not leave behind the last bit of beauty? "
Yes, the Charles that came back … was just an empty shell after all.
The real Charles had died long ago.
How could he try to deceive him and think that the rotten corpse in front of him was Charles?! Remember the URL: m.9biquge.com.
This was simply an insult to his disciple!
Wang Erde's eyes behind the mask were full of shame, and there was a trace of coldness that settled down in the end. After a long time, he whispered, "You are right, this time I was confused. I will deal with this matter as soon as possible."
The people who really took advantage of his feelings and Charles were the ones who needed to be "dealt with".
It wasn't that he didn't know the truth, but because he missed his disciple, he chose to take the initiative to be deceived, deceiving himself and others, hoping to relive the past with his disciple …
When the reliving was over, those who deserved to die would still die.
However, his actions did lead to a greater risk. Immersed in a trance, he might not be able to distinguish what was real and what was fake.
If he hadn't come to the bookstore because he was lost, he might have continued to teach the rest of the spells to "Charles" out of guilt. And after the mastermind behind the scenes extracted the final benefits, it was obvious what he wanted to do.
This was an assassination attempt from start to finish.
Furthermore, he had almost succeeded.
But fortunately, Mr. Lin's words were like a wake-up call to the Northern Warrior Monks, waking him up in an instant.
Lin Jie nodded and then instructed, "You must be decisive and not sloppy. When dealing with this kind of person, you must be steady, accurate, and ruthless. Otherwise, it will be easy for them to rise again."
This kind of youth was a hoodlum and a deadbeat. If he didn't make his attitude clear, he would definitely pester him.
Wang Erde smiled. "Don't worry, I won't give him a second chance."
He was very familiar with cutting the weeds and pulling up the roots.
Right now, those people behind the scenes must be laughing proudly.
Since they haven't reacted yet, let's make our move.
It just so happened that he had comprehended a lot of language related to corpses and death from Mr. Lin's works. His spell mastery had improved greatly, and he was very willing to do an experiment.
Lin Jie took another sip of tea and said cheerfully, "That's the Old Wang I know. That soulless look just now was as if he had returned to two years ago. To be honest, I feel a little disappointed. I hope that you can read more books and walk out of the past."
Old Wang was an empty nest old man. His spiritual life was very poor, and he had a great need for emotions.
But the current situation couldn't satisfy his needs.
Therefore, occasionally using psychological methods to make him have some fighting spirit, make him more enthusiastic about the current matters, and live a more fulfilling life. Perhaps this was the best way to solve the problem.
"Disappointed?" Not good!
Wang Erde's expression turned cold. Mr. Lin must have given him "Corpse Eating Cult Rituals" in the hope that he could help spread the contents, and then … maybe restore the cult's glory, or maybe establish a new cult.
In short, giving this book to him to study was tantamount to giving him an invisible mission.
But now, not only did he not carry it out, but he also had another troublesome matter. He had to admit that it wasn't very good.
Then this sentence was a warning and reminder — it was time for him to help spread the cult's teachings!
Don't wallow in the past. You are working for me now!
Wang Erde said cautiously, "I have seen your help and expectations for me from your book. Please forgive my mistake this time. After this matter is resolved, I won't let you down again."
Lin Jie waved his hand and smiled. "Don't be so serious. You can come to borrow a few more books, buy a few more books, and promote more. For me, that's the greatest expectation."
The selfless and generous owner of the bookstore really did hope that he could spread the cult's teachings.
"Alright, I understand. It just so happens that there's going to be a gathering soon. I'll bring your voice over."
"Oh? Then I will look forward to it. "
Wang Erde sat in the bookstore until he finished his tea. Only then did he bid farewell in a harmonious atmosphere with laughter and laughter.
— —
Charles opened the door and looked at the old man outside. He showed a happy smile and said, "Ah, teacher, you are back."
That handsome young man's face was full of respect and closeness to his teacher.
He reached out and took the umbrella in Wang Erde's hand and limped into the house.
Naturally, it was impossible to come back from the crack of the dream unscathed. This broken leg was the proof of Charles' suffering.
Wang Erde looked at his back and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. But he took a deep breath and quickly calmed down. He said, "Charles, go and get my sacrificial knife. You know where it is."
To be able to perform such a perfect resurrection spell, it was at least at the same level as him.
In other words, behind the resurrected Charles, there was a destructive dark wizard.
Charles nodded and put down the umbrella. He asked doubtfully, "Are you going to test the spell?"
Wang Erde said calmly, "Yes, there is a very important spell that needs to be tested. I also have some preparations to do here. Go ahead, I will need your help later."
Charles nodded. "I will do my best."
Then he turned to get his teacher's sacrificial knife.
He knew that his teacher's most commonly used casting tool was the sacrificial knife made of obsidian, so he did not think too much about it.
When he walked out of the room where the casting tools were placed, Charles was still thinking about how long it would take to complete the task.
He handed the sacrificial knife in his hand to Wang Erde. He saw the old man smile kindly and reach out his hand.
"Chi!"
Almost effortlessly, the sharp obsidian sacrificial knife penetrated Charles' skull.
The young man's eyes widened. The last thing he saw was the dark aether spreading on the ground like a clump of thorns, covering his vision.
"Rest in peace, my child. Death has its own peace."
Wang Erde looked at the body in front of him surrounded by thorns and saw the red blood lines peeling off from the skin like puppet lines. He sighed. "The Coffin of Eternal Sleep … It really is you, Morpheus!"
He pulled out the sacrificial knife and cut off the aether lines connecting the caster and the victim one by one.
— —
"Crimson Sect" headquarters, prayer chamber.
In front of the dark altar, "Prayer" Morpheus' face was illuminated by candles.
There was a circle of candles around the altar, and in the center of the circle groove was a pool of blood.
Blood flowed down from the surrounding gaps, forming thin pillars that fell to the ground and spread radially in all directions, forming a huge and complex spell array on the ground.
Suddenly, the candles went out one by one, and the blood pillars strangely stopped flowing.
Morpheus opened his eyes and took two steps back in horror.
"Wang Erde, how is it possible?!"
Before his voice died away, the spell that was forcibly interrupted brought about a terrible backlash.
"Crack …"
The altar quickly cracked, the fragments turned into ashes, and then collapsed. The originally stable and huge aether energy instantly lost control and poured out like a flood.
Morpheus seemed to have been hit by an invisible charging army. He flew out with a bang and crashed into the wall.
The entire secret chamber collapsed with a loud crash.
The Dark Wizards of the Crimson Sect were alarmed and rushed over. They looked at the messy ruins and the huge spiderweb-like pit that was pressed out by the pouring aether.
They also saw Morpheus, who was coughing and getting up.
Absolute silence.
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