Author: Yan Youwu

At this moment, Vincent, who had been busy fighting against hidden dangers in his body, suddenly turned his head and looked at the mutilated body on the ground.

This corpse, which had lost all vital signs just now, looked like a strange doll, with its blue eyes staring straight at the ceiling, its mouth opening and closing, and making an obviously mocking sound.

"So, how did this flaw arise? I think it was due to the use of an incomplete promotion formation, and the most critical medium was deliberately replaced or confused, causing you to become increasingly uncontrollable. You are sure

Have you tried many methods? But in the end there was nothing you could do.

Hey, could it be that the person who gave you the ritual magic book also deceived you, saying that he could solve the hidden dangers in your body?

A seemingly glamorous magician is actually a pitiful man whose desires are out of control every night, but even so, he never forgets to harm more people."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Vincent's expression became more ferocious as he aimed at the corpse's head and pulled the trigger. A series of bullets shattered the head into pieces.

The minced meat and brains exploded and splashed onto the unclean floor. Bones and dregs collapsed everywhere, making several muffled crackling sounds.

However, even so, the voice still enveloped the room like a magical sound.

"So, do you have no concept of morality and good and evil in your heart?

An eight-year-old child regards you as a mentor and believes in your words.

But you used him as a tool to leak extraordinary rituals, even knowing that it would kill him, but you didn't care."

Dante's voice sounded from all directions in the room, echoing around the room.

"Are you really sure that you will be foolproof? Do you really think that you can get that reward safely?"

"What gave you the illusion? Well? This fake and incomplete magician."

Dante's tone became more and more mocking, and he could vaguely hear the hidden anger, as well as some other voices that sounded like discussions.

Vincent lowered his head, and the hand holding the pistol trembled slightly.

Although he remained silent, the blue veins popping up on his neck proved that his mood was not stable. The murmurs in his ears and the ridicule in the room were intertwined, making him almost on the verge of losing control.

The hidden dangers caused by the incomplete promotion have always been his only worry.

Another heart disease is poverty.

Vincent hates poverty. If it weren't for this, how could he have fallen into his current situation step by step.

He hates this word and regards it as the most terrifying and disgusting thing in the world.

As a result, he hates every poor person.

Yes, he does not hate the rich, because he knows that the only way for him to escape poverty is to rely on rich people who dress well all day long.

How could he hate these financial backers?

But it is a completely different attitude towards those poor people like him in the past.

These guys, who are as dry and humble as weeds on the roadside, should leave this world as soon as possible and turn into fertilizer for the land.

Or, the stepping stone for him to climb up.

What's there to care about?

Is there anything that cannot be exchanged for reward?

Why do you, an official extraordinary person who came out of nowhere, stand on the moral high ground and wantonly belittle and mock me?!

Vincent's eyes began to turn red uncontrollably, and the blood in his body seemed to break through his blood vessels, spurting out with real anger.

"You fart!"

He roared crazily and waved his right hand violently in the air. The dagger that once silently harvested "life" appeared out of thin air and unleashed its mad slaughter on the corpses on the ground!

"Come out! You pretentious guy!"

"Incompetent rage will only expose your weakness."

The moment he finished speaking, the scenery in front of Vincent's eyes was all blurred, like a bright oil painting that was suddenly placed in water, diluting the original rich image.

The corpse disappeared, the blood disappeared, the bones disappeared, the bullet holes disappeared, everything returned to its original appearance.

Vincent was still standing at the door, maintaining the alert posture he had when he heard the sound outside the house.

The only difference was that the revolver disappeared from his hand.

Outside the door, the handsome young man who had "resurrected from the dead" was standing in the dark corridor, holding a piece of yellow paper between his fingers.

Next to him was a man with black hair and a pair of red pupils that were shining with a strange light.

"Did you see it? This is the real magic." The man said with disdain.

Dante did not answer his companion's words. He tilted his head slightly, his blue eyes quietly looking at the "magician" in the room who was on the verge of collapse, and his voice was gentle:

"Do you like this magic?"

The way to defeat a person is sometimes not just physical defeat.

Compared with physical destruction, spiritual defeat is often more terrifying and rapid.

George successfully demonstrated the miraculous ability of a qualified "magician", and it can even be said that he defeated this official member of the St. Will's Magic Association without any effort.

During the whole process, Dante just tossed a few coins, cooperated with the other party to create the necessary performance environment, and also tried the perfect combination of Taoist formations and extraordinary power.

I have to say, the effect is very good.

Good to

Vincent has lost all ability to resist.

At this moment, his body was suddenly shaking uncontrollably, large blood vessels on his skin were swollen, and his originally fair face became increasingly red, as if someone was strangling his neck.

There was an obvious cry for help in Vincent's eyes. He tried to open his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

"He's out of control." George saw his situation at a glance.

"This is the problem caused by the incomplete promotion formation. As long as you find his weakness, you can easily defeat him without fighting at all."

George didn't seem nervous or solemn at all. He lit a cigarette, pointed at Vincent who was already kneeling on the ground, and continued:

"A loss of control like his will generally not bring serious risks. I mean it won't cause much danger to the outside world, only to him personally.

If I'm not wrong, there will be a very thin voice in his ears now, like the devil's whisper, impacting his brain over and over again,

Subsequently, the ether in his body will be further disordered, destroying first the internal organs, then the nerves, and finally the flesh and bones.

It won't be long before he turns into a paralyzed and grotesque thing, probably the same as the wrong medium he used when he was promoted."

George's tone showed no emotion at all, as if he were a cold and heartless spectator.

Dante nodded and frowned: "He looks very uncomfortable."

"There is no way, once the loss of control occurs, it is destined to be an irreversible process."

George blew out a smoke ring and asked doubtfully: "You don't want to show kindness, do you?"

It was obviously you who had been verbally stimulating this guy just now.

"No, I just wanted to take the opportunity to try it out."

Dante took a step forward, and a yellow talisman suddenly appeared in his palm. He recited a few words quickly in a low voice, raised his Qi on it, and put his hand against Vincent's forehead.

"No one can stop you from getting out of hand"

George had just finished speaking, his pupils dilated instantly, and he looked at the scene happening in front of him in disbelief.

I saw that the guy on the ground, who had begun to change into an inhuman form, had stopped shaking little by little, and the purple-red color on his skin was slowly fading away.

"Fuck, are you doing a magic trick on me?!"

I am recommending a friend’s new book, "Earth Demon Immortal Lord", which is about classical fairy tales. Interested readers can take a look. The introduction and link are attached.

Ps: It will basically be on the shelves next Friday. By then, the number of words to be updated will not be restricted. I am crazy about writing and saving the manuscript. The current progress is 1000/40000 (dog head to save life)
Chapter completed!