Chapter 1317： magic (1/2)

One month later, Zhang Wanlin was able to walk around. Reagan asked him to exercise more and brought some new editions of medical books. These were the cutting-edge medical theory knowledge and the latest herbal medicines.

In his spare time, Zhang Wanlin will flip through these books and jot down notes whenever he has experience.

This is a great benefit for medical assistants with insufficient heads. Reading Zhang Wanlin's notes often makes them feel better.

As a result, Zhang Wanlin's name spread throughout the church's medical room, and sometimes some tricky and intractable diseases, Reagan, were relieved to be handled by Zhang Wanlin.

A good reputation also has a downside, that is, it is much harder to meet Elena.

Whenever Elena came over, either he met him to see a doctor or saw him teaching the assistants.

At this time, Elena waited patiently.

However, the calm and the waves are not peaceful, Zhang Wanlin's hallucinations are increasing, and he now realizes that this may be a curse.

This curse may come from anywhere, such as his conversation with a wizard, or when turning the first page of a black book.

He really should listen to Elena, shouldn't be contaminated with these things.

But everything is irreversible. The wizard was burned to death more than a month ago.

His curse is nowhere to be solved.

Zhang Wanlin thought that the wizard was dead, but in fact the wizard was not dead.

This news came from the complaint of his mentor Reagan. The wizard was not burned because the senior management of the academy had a deeper consideration for her. As for what it was, most people would not know.

The senior management of the academy also asked Reagan to see him in person, demanding that the wizard must be rescued back. She can have any physical problems, but she can't die.

This made Reagan complained that he hated wizards.

But Zhang Wanlin believed that Reagan would try his best to treat her because he was a competent doctor.

Zhang Wanlin decided to go see the wizard, or let her dispel her illusion, this curse that does not exist all the time.

That night, he came to the dungeon silently, and the guards were surprised to see him.

It was the guard who led him forward, and when he reached the door of the lower level, Zhang Wanlin stopped and said, ”Let's stop here.”

”Yes, my lord.”

The guard bowed and was about to leave.

”and many more.”

Zhang Wanlin said, ”Take this gold coin.”

The guard looked at the gold coin quite coveted, but was puzzled: ”My lord, is this?”

”I hope you haven't seen anyone come in or heard anything tonight.”

”I promise you with my life.”

The guard finally got the gold coin, and he wiped it with his sleeve, and the gold coin shone with dazzling golden light under the firelight.

Zhang Wanlin came to the second dungeon. The iron chain on Long Po Po's hands had been untied. She was sitting on a pile of straw, shaped like dead wood, with her head hanging down.

It seems that people are about to die.

Zhang Wanlin walked silently in front of her, the slight footsteps seemed to open the last ripple in the stagnant water, and Grandma Long opened her eyes.

The eyelids are like two slits cut by a blade, and the wise light shines in them.

”You came.”

She said in a low voice, as if she was floating from a distant death.

”I already know the answer.”

Zhang Wanlin said coldly.

”Then what's the answer?”

”You want me to practice witchcraft and fall into the dark. When I was in the dark, I naturally knew the answer to that stone.

Am i right? ”

Long Po Po showed a satisfied expression: ”You are very smart, but you are wrong.

It's not that I want you to practice witchcraft, but you chose witchcraft yourself. ”

”Witchcraft is dark and evil, how can I choose?

! ”