Chapter 43

"As long as you know what to do, with your wisdom, Lao 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, it may be very painful to face the truth, but it will be a great good thing for Lao Wang and the society to expose the true colors of this kind of guy who came to cheat the orphans and widowed old people for money as soon as possible.

He, Lin Jie, is such an enthusiastic person who does good deeds without leaving a name.

Lao Wang is old and lacks love, so it is normal to be cheated, but at this time, as his friend, you must stand up to wake him up and supervise him.

Those who benefit are three friends, friends who are straight, friends who understand, and friends who hear a lot.

Lin Jie felt that although he could not do everything, he must give correct guidance in the face of this situation.

"You have chosen to be weak and conniving now. In fact, you are not only putting yourself in a disadvantageous situation, but also showing the greatest disrespect to Charles in your heart. You are just making mistakes again and again. You really want to make him completely Destroy it? Instead of waiting until the end to regret it, it is better to leave the last bit of beauty."

Yeah, the Charles who came back... was just an empty shell after all.

The real Charles was already dead.

How could he try to deceive himself, taking the rotting corpse in front of him as Charles? !

This is simply insulting his disciples!

Wilde's gaze behind the mask was very ashamed, and he suddenly realized the coldness that finally settled down. After a long time, he whispered: "You are right, I was confused this time, and I will deal with this matter as soon as possible."

Those who really took advantage of his feelings and took advantage of Charles are the ones who need to be "handled".

It's not that he doesn't know the truth, it's just that he missed his disciple, so he chose to be deceived in the end, deceiving himself and others, hoping to relive the old days with his disciple...

By the time the revisit is over, damn it is still going to die.

However, his actions did lead to a greater risk, immersed in one of these trances, that one might not be able to tell what was real from what was not.

If he hadn't come to the bookstore because of confusion, he might have continued to teach the rest of the spells to "Charles" out of guilt, and after the people behind had extracted the final benefits, they could do whatever they wanted. It's obvious.

It was an outright assassination.

And it almost succeeded.

But fortunately, Mr. Lin's words were like the slap in the face of those northern monks, which made him wake up in an instant.

Lin Jie nodded, and then instructed: "You must be decisive, and you must not be procrastinating. When dealing with this kind of person, you must be steady and ruthless, otherwise it will be easy to relapse."

Young people in this kind of society are bastards and laolai. If they don't fully express their attitude, they will definitely become entangled.

Wilde smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't give him a second chance."

Cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots, he is very familiar with this set.

Now, those behind the scenes must be smiling smugly.

Before they can react, do it directly.

It just so happened that he learned a lot of languages ​​related to corpses and death from Mr. Lin's writings, and his spell skills have improved a lot, so he is very willing to do an experiment.

Lin Jie drank another sip of tea, and said happily: "This is the old Wang I know. The look of despair just now seems to have returned to two years ago. To be honest, I feel a little disappointed. I am even more disappointed." I hope you can read more books and get out of the past."

An empty-nest old man like Lao Wang has a poor spiritual life and a great need for affection.

But the reality is that it cannot meet his needs.

Therefore, occasionally using the aggressive method to make him have some fighting spirit, to be more enthusiastic about the current affairs, and to live a more fulfilling life may be the best way to solve the problem.

"Disappointed"? not good!

Wilde's expression froze. Mr. Lin originally handed over the "Corpse-eating Canon" to him, and he must have hoped that he could help spread the contents, and then... Maybe it was to regain the glory of this sect, or maybe it was to establish a Protestantism.

In short, handing over this book to him for research is tantamount to giving him an invisible task.

But not only did he not proceed now, but he also had one more troublesome thing. I have to say, it really didn't work.

So now this sentence is a knock and a reminder - it's time for him to help spread the teachings!

Don't dwell on the past, you are working for me now!

Wilde said vigilantly: "I have seen your help and expectations for me from your book. Please forgive my mistake this time. After the matter is resolved, I will not let you down again."

Lin Jie waved his hand and said with a smile: "You don't need to be so serious, you usually come to borrow a few more books, buy a few more books, and promote more, for me, that is the biggest expectation."

The selfless and generous bookstore owner really hopes that he can spread the teachings.

"Okay, I understand. There will be a party in a while, and I will take your voice with you."

"Oh? Then I'll have to look forward to it."

Wilde sat in the bookstore until he finished his tea, and then bid farewell in a harmonious atmosphere of laughter and laughter.

...

Charles opened the door, looked at the old man outside, smiled happily, 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 folded umbrella in Wilde's hand, and limped towards the house.

Naturally, it is impossible to come back from the rift of dreams unscathed. This broken leg is the proof of Charles' suffering.

Wilde looked at his back, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but he took a deep breath, calmed down quickly, and said, "Charles, go and get my sacrificial knife, you know where it is."

To be able to achieve this perfect resurrection technique is at least at the same level as him.

In other words, behind the resurrected Charles is a destructive dark wizard.

Charles snorted, put the umbrella away, and asked in doubt, "Are you going to experiment with spells?"

Wilde said calmly: "Well, there is a very important spell that needs to be tested. I also have some preparations to do here. You can go quickly, and I will need your help later."

Charles nodded: "I will try my best."

Then he turned to get the teacher's sacrificial knife.

He knew that the teacher's most commonly used spell-casting tool was the sacrificial knife made of obsidian, so he didn't worry too much.

When he walked out of the room where the spell-casting props were placed, Charles was still wondering how long it would take to complete the task...

He handed the sacrificial knife in his hand to Wilde, saw the old man smiled kindly, and then stretched out his hand.

"laugh!"

With almost no effort, the sharp obsidian sacrificial knife penetrated Charles' skull.

The young man's eyes widened, and the last thing he saw when he fell down was the black ether spreading on the ground, like clumps of thorns, covering his vision.

"Rest in peace, my child, death has its peace of death."

Looking at the corpse surrounded by thorns in front of him, Wilde saw the red blood lines stripped from under the skin like puppet threads, and sighed: "The coffin of eternal sleep...it really is you——Murphy!"

He pulled out the sacrificial knife, and cut off the etheric wires connecting the caster and the recipient one by one.

...

"Red Sect" headquarters, prayer room.

In front of the dark altar, the face of "Prayer" Murphy was illuminated by candles.

There is a circle of candles around the altar, and there is a puddle of blood in the central groove.

The blood flowed down from the gaps around it, forming thin pillars, which fell on the ground and spread radially and twisted around, forming a huge complex spell array on the ground.

Suddenly, the candles were extinguished one by one, and the blood column stopped flowing strangely.

Murphy opened his eyes, took two steps back in horror, and said:

"Wilde, how could he?!"

Before the words were finished, the forcibly interrupted spell brought a terrifying backlash.

"Crackling..."

The altar quickly cracked, the debris turned into ashes, and then collapsed. The originally stable and huge ether energy lost control in an instant, pouring down like a flood.

As if being hit head-on by an invisible charging army, Murphy flew backwards with a bang and knocked down the wall.

The entire secret room then collapsed.

The black wizards of the Red Cult rushed over after being alarmed, looking at the messy ruins, a huge cobweb-like deep pit that was suddenly pressed out by the pouring ether.

And Murphy who was coughing and getting up.

There was no sound.