Is the Evil God Me?

"I must have not woken up..."

When I regained consciousness, I was already standing in a... Sorry, please forgive the young man who grew up under the red flag in the 21st century. It is really hard to describe the space he is in, which makes Lynn, who is thinking hard, even a little bit tolerant. He couldn't stop looking grim.

A recycling bin? Homeless home? Slaughterhouse? A testing ground for some medieval wizard?

Or more directly!

This is a garbage dump that even beggars would despise!

"I must have not woken up." Lynn breathed hard and repeated the reading with a more battered emotion.

It was like a dumb goose staring blankly at the piles of books on the grey stone floor with obsessive-compulsive disorder, the pitiful white candles that had been knocked over and squashed, and the shocking scarlet blood. And even the bloodstain could not be completely covered up, a cumbersome and mysterious array of characters drawn on the ground without knowing what kind of paint was used. And a pinch of glowing dust in the corner of the room in this pigpen?

Hell! What are these things?

Do I know these things?

Just when Lynn's downed brain was like a rusty brass steam engine trying to crunch and sour, the memory box that stopped working suddenly opened, and the feeling of being filled like a hangover made Lynn stumble and almost kneel directly here. Among the piles of garbage, a strong smell of rust poured into the nostrils.

'The secret ritual on the floor is a ritual recorded in the [Miaoran language] book called [The Tantra of Abundance]. It is said that it can bring about a different healthy body... Damn [The Tantra of Abundance]! Damn it [Mulan language]! What the heck is that all about... books? What about books! If the book is gone, if the transaction fails, the employer will pursue it, the gang will increase taxes, and if there is no money, they will be kicked out! There will be no food! will starve! ... calm down, calm down, Lynn calm, no taxes, no food, no starvation, I'm still alive, alive...'

Two strands of memory are still like the paint poured into a glass of clear water, and unexpectedly harmonious, they start a new arrangement and combination from the original unit. The trembling Lynn's teeth slammed up and down uncontrollably, as if his fear was engraved in his bone marrow, and he was releasing waves of chills towards his skull.

'My name is Lynn, a minor in the Kingdom of Albion, educated at home, without faith, my father and mother disappeared after the Chamber of Commerce went bankrupt. The creditors kicked me out of the house...'

After Lin En woke up, he finally found a piece of news that he didn't know if it was good or not, and traveled by himself.

ha? You have passed through!

The paint stained on his hands, the unknown blood on the ground, and the mysterious mysterious symbol further told Lynn that he not only crossed, but also won a big prize. Before he could think about the prize, he hurriedly lowered his head to check his body.

Although the torso of the immature youth was stained with thick and semi-scabbed blood, and the abdomen of the well-crafted shirt was shattered, there were no obvious wounds. Under the bright moonlight, the healthy and fair skin proudly displayed two. A few months ago, he was still well-fed and pampered by the wealthy young businessman.

Where did this blood come from?

Or, the wound has healed...

"I must have not woken up!" Lin En gradually lost control of his emotions, and his blood pressure slowly increased.

Don't you want to understand the true meaning of life? No dump trucks whizzing past! There is no thunder! There is no danger! I was lying at home watching the news of Wutongtai, and in the blink of an eye, I came to this poor fellow with the same name in another world, and the gift of crossing over was hit on the head without applying.

Lynn sat down on this pile of **** after touching it. Well, he refused to admit that everything in this small rented room could be called furniture from the perspective of the 21st century.

He had to take a good look at what happened to make the scene so weird, the messy brain jumped back and forth between congestion and ischemia like a roller coaster.

Living on the streets... Joining a gang... Stealing books... [Miaolan language]... Translating and reading... Curious and fascinated... Completing the ceremony...

At the end of my memory, I looked at the ritual formation on the ground with abnormal excitement while holding the [Tantray of Abundance], and then it disappeared, and everything came to an abrupt end there.

'Wait a minute, what about that book? ’

Haven't eaten pork and haven't seen the pig run, Lin En, who is a hobby of reading online articles, immediately realized that this unfortunate ghost was in a wrong state before he was transmigrated. Crazy to complete that secret ritual. The ancient book written in the ancient language of [Miaoran] has a history of at least 1K years from now. Kind of hard.

It automatically upgraded from garbage to killing himself garbage in Lynn's cognition.

He glanced at the square bricks made of books he had brought from his home before. The dark red spray of blood and the faint moonlight formed an inexplicable picture. UU reading www.uukanshu.com seemed to have something light on him behind his back. Gently sighing in the cool air, the creepy meaning is creeping and crawling along the skeletal fascia.

Looking around in this narrow space, Lynn did not find the [Abundance Tantra].

Question, did the book club grow legs and run?

Maybe it's really possible. Of course, Lynn doesn't know what the specific answer is, but the book is indeed gone. When I touched my chest, I could clearly feel the strong pulsation of my heart, and I was still alive.

For a while, he really didn't know what to do. Lynn felt that he should clean up the slaughtering site first, otherwise the stingy and timid landlord Mr. Boris would scream and faint with his throat squeezed the next day. The gentlemen of Elba Field, keep smelling salts with you.

'Buckets and mops in the bathroom can be used to clean up the scene...'

Tuk Tuk Tuk!

The sudden knock on the door made Lin En, who was not fully in the state, get up subconsciously and walked to the door. Then he looked at the murder scene on his body and on the ground, and felt that it was the most rational thing for him to find an excuse to send away the person who knocked on the door in the middle of the night. s Choice.

"Elba Field Inspection Team, open the door."

Elba Field, the Stim City Security Agency, they directly omitted the excuse for Lynn. Without waiting for Lynn to answer, the door that was originally hidden was pushed open with a squeak. Several people in uniforms carrying wind lanterns and police officers poured into the small room, watching the evil sign. The full scene looked at each other.

Sitting on the bed, words like privacy, human rights, innocence, lawyers, and minor protection laws flashed in Lin En's mind at the speed of light. Finally, he habitually stretched out his hand and tugged at the shirt that was torn in half for some unknown reason. It was extremely powerless and pale. He had to part his lips in defense.

"Gentlemen, I can explain..."