C101 (2/2)

This is Lingling! After spending half a year together, he brought me out from the depths of loneliness and made me into a little girl like a little sister.

The person I risked my life to protect is actually … I almost killed him.

I can imagine the scene at that time, and without any warning, the axe in my hand fell down. If not for Lingling's quick reaction, which allowed her to dodge quickly, I'm afraid she would have already turned into an ice-cold corpse.

The book seemed to have really become an addiction, so deep in my bones that I had already reached a point where I didn't even recognize any of my relatives.

Had his adoptive father experienced such a situation in the past, and how had he faced it at that time?

It had to be known that before his foster father learned the Evil Theurgy, he was already very capable.

The things he taught me about feng shui were things he knew.

Then, did foster father have a way to restrain himself when faced with this kind of addiction?

Could it be that this addiction came about because I didn't enter that so-called sect? Only by entering that sect could I be safe?

And when Old God Wang said that this Evil Theurgy Encyclopedia was written by his father, could it be that his family was the founder of this so-called sect?

If foster father saw this family, would he have to address them as master?

These relationships are a bit complicated, and there's probably a lot of inside information. I don't know, and these aren't things I should be thinking about right now.

As for the matter of the sect, I still held back because the death of my adoptive father was too ferocious, making me unable to trust this so-called sect.

The most troubling thing is, I don't know if my foster father joined this sect …

I was only guessing that the adoptive father, given his enthusiasm for the book, might have joined in.

But looking at his current condition, that kind of fanaticism, his adoptive father might very well have been forced by his own will …

Old God Wang and the rest were not good people, there were many questions that even if they knew that they might know about it, they would not be able to ask.

After all, I don't have much knowledge, so what they say is what they say. If I trust them wrongly, I will most likely be led astray by the nose.

He continued to listen to Lingling talk about what just happened.

After dodging the axe in my hand, Lingling was afraid.

After all, she is still too young. If I try to stop her, it won't work. Before she can stop me, I might lose my life.

In desperation, Lingling could only continue to watch, waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to make her move.

After failing my first attack, I didn't make things difficult for Lingling either. After all, what I wanted to do was to break the barrier in front of me as if we were moving mechanically.

He carried the axe to the cabinet, waved it around, and smashed it into pieces with a few bangs.

Then he picked up the book and sat on the brick bed, flipping through the book. At the same time, he used his teeth to tear open his finger and let his blood flow out.

I could already feel the pain in my dream.

And during this entire process, Lingling kept on crying, trying to wake me up.

Crying is not a hindrance, but it affects my dreams.

That was why such a scene, such a person, would appear in my dreams.

While reading, he wrote the contents of the book on the brick bed. Those were lines of shocking bloody characters.

Not just on the kang, but in order to imprint the contents of the book in my mind.

This feeling of dreaming and reading a book is really novel. If this book wasn't so weird, this feeling might have made me happy.

The moment he woke up from his dream, the contents of the book appeared in his mind.

Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly felt a gust of cold wind from outside, and all of a sudden, I felt as if something was knocking against the window!