I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

"You know what to do. With your wisdom, Pharaoh, 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 more in the future."

Alas, it may be painful to face the truth, but it is a great good thing for the old king and the society to expose the real face of this guy who came to cheat the old man.

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

It is normal for Lao Wang to be deceived by his age and lack of love, but at this time, as his friend, he must stand up to wake him up and supervise him.

Three friends of the beneficiary, friend straight, friend forgiveness, friend more to hear.

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

"Now you have chosen to be weak and indulgent. In fact, you are not only putting yourself in a disadvantaged position, but also disrespectful of Charles in your heart. You are like this, but you make mistakes again and again. You really want to treat him thoroughly. Destroy it? It’s better to leave the last bit of beauty instead of waiting until the last regret."

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

The real Charles is already dead.

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

This is simply an insult to his disciple!

Wilde's gaze behind the mask was very ashamed, and there was a sense of coldness that finally settled, and it took a long time to whisper: "You are right. I am confused this time. I will deal with this matter as soon as possible."

Those who really took advantage of his feelings and took advantage of Charles needed to be "processed".

It's not that he doesn't know the truth, it's just because he missed his disciple, so he finally chose to take the initiative to be deceived, deceiving himself and others hoping to relive the past time with his disciple...

When the replay is over, the **** thing is to die.

However, his behavior did cause greater risks. If you were immersed in one of the trances, you might not be able to distinguish what is true and what is false.

If he didn’t come to the bookstore because he was confused, he might be really guilty and continue to teach the rest of the spell to "Charles", and after the people behind have squeezed out the last benefits, he has nothing to do. It's obvious.

This was a complete assassination operation.

And almost succeeded.

But fortunately, Mr. Lin's words were like what those northern monks said, making him sober up instantly.

Lin Jie nodded, and then exhorted: "You must be decisive, you must not be sloppy, and you must be steady and ruthless when dealing with such people, otherwise it will be easy to re-emerge."

Young people in this kind of society are scumbags and old men. If they don't thoroughly express their attitude, they will definitely get confused.

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

He is very familiar with this set.

Now, those behind them must be smiling smugly.

Before they react, let's do it directly.

It just so happened that from Mr. Lin's writings, he realized many languages ​​related to corpses and death. He has made great progress in spells, and he is very willing to do an experiment.

Lin Jie took another sip of tea and said happily, "This is the old Wang I know. The look of the lost soul just now seems to be the same as two years ago. To be honest, I feel a little disappointed. I hope you can read more books and come out of the past."

Empty-nest old people like Lao Wang have very poor spiritual life and have a great need for feelings.

But the reality cannot meet his needs.

Therefore, occasionally using the radical method to give him a bit of fighting spirit, more enthusiasm for the current affairs, and a fuller life, may be the best way to solve the problem.

"Disappointed"? not good!

Wilde's expression stunned. Mr. Lin originally handed over the "Necromancer" to him, definitely hoping that he could help spread the content, and then... maybe to regain the glory of this sect, or maybe to establish a Protestant religion.

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

But not only has he not done it now, he has also had a troublesome thing, and I have to say that it is really not good.

So now these words are beating and reminding-he should help spread the doctrine!

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

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

Lin Jie waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be so serious. You usually borrow a few more books, buy a few books, and publicize it. For me, this is the biggest expectation."

The selfless and generous bookstore owner really wants him to

Enough to spread the doctrine.

"Okay, I see, there will be a party just in time, and I will bring your voice."

"Oh? Then I will look forward to it."

Wilde sat in the bookstore until he finished drinking the tea before bidding farewell in a harmonious atmosphere of laughter and laughter.

——

Charles opened the door and looked at the old man outside, with a happy smile, and said: "Ah, teacher, you are back."

The face of the handsome young man was full of respect and closeness to his teacher.

He reached out and took the umbrella that Wilde had gathered, and limped into the house.

Returning from the rift in the dream, it is naturally impossible to be unharmed. This broken leg is the proof of Charles's suffering.

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

To be able to achieve this perfect resurrection technique is at least one level with him.

In other words, behind the resurrected Charles is a devastating black wizard.

Charles let out a cry, put his umbrella, and said in a puzzled way: "Are you going to experiment with spells?"

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

Charles nodded: "I will try my best."

He turned around to get the teacher's sacrificial knife.

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

When he walked out of the room where the casting props 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 Wilde, saw the old man smile 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 picture he saw when he fell down was the pitch-black ether spreading on the ground, like clusters of thorns, covering his vision.

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

Wilde looked at the corpse in front of him surrounded by thorns, saw the red blood lines peeled from under the skin that looked like puppet threads, and sighed: "The Coffin of Eternal Sleep...it really is you-Morphy!"

He drew the sacrificial knife, and cut off the etheric lines that connected the caster and the subject one by one.

——

"Chi Sect" headquarters, prayer secret room.

In front of the dim altar, the face of "Prayer" Morphy was illuminated by candles.

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

The blood flowed down from the gaps around, forming thin pillars, falling on the ground and spreading radially and distortingly around, forming a huge complex spell formation on the ground.

Suddenly, the candles went out one by one, and the blood column died strangely.

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

"Wilde, how could he be possible?!"

Before the words fell, the curse that was forcibly interrupted brought a terrifying backlash.

"Hi..."

The altar quickly cracked, the debris turned into ashes, and then collapsed. The originally stable huge etheric energy instantly lost control and poured out like a flood.

Morphy was like being hit head-on by an invisible charging army, and flew out with a bang, knocking down the wall.

The entire secret room collapsed suddenly.

The black wizards of the Red Sect were shocked and rushed to look at the messy ruins, a huge cobweb-like pit that was crushed by the pouring ether.

And Murphy, who was getting up with a cough.

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