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Because at this moment, the image of my foster father before his death suddenly surfaced in my mind. I couldn't … I can't end up like my adoptive father!

At this moment, my entire body was trembling slightly. I might have only discovered a portion of the book's strangeness, but a large portion of it still needs to be slowly discovered.

However, the strangest thing was that I had already become addicted to it. If I couldn't walk out from this immersion myself, I wasn't sure what would happen to me.

May... He might end up in the same situation as his foster father!

No... No... Absolutely not!

I used my axe to smash the key into two and threw it outside.

This book, he couldn't go any deeper!

When he thought about how his foster father looked so mysterious when he was alive, it was as if he had fallen into a trance. Now that he thought about it, it was very possible that he had studied too deeply into the contents of the book.

If one studied this kind of thing too deeply, it would naturally lead to certain death …

The more I thought about it, the more cold sweat flowed down my back. At that time, even my adoptive father probably didn't know that I had already entered the gates of hell.

For the past six months, both in my dreams and in reality, there have been times when I have felt as though a pair of eyes were watching me in the dark.

My body felt even more creepy.

In reality, it was still alright, but in my dreams, I often felt that I was in darkness. The person in the darkness was like a lofty king.

It was as if I was looking down on everything, causing me to have the urge to bow down and worship him, as if that person was the supreme deity!

In the darkness, he silently watched everything, as if he was staring at his own sacrifice. He stared at me.

Even though it was just a dream, when I woke up and tried to recall that look, I still felt a chill down my spine …

And the beginning of all this, was after I lost control of the contents of the Evil Theurgy after using it for the first time that day.

Ever since that time, I have often seen such scenes in my dreams, and that loss of control also took away some of my possessions. As for the specifics, I have yet to come to a conclusion.

Feeling this cold, I thought of a lot of things, staring at the cabinet, as if the cabinet, at this moment, is not a book.

It was a demon, flesh and blood, jumping about inside the cabinet with bared fangs and brandished claws.

After who knows how long, I finally tired, fell on the brick bed, drowsily fell asleep.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the twentieth of the first month. On this day, a person came to the village.

Early in the morning, the Village Chief gathered all the villagers and said that they had something to say.

I'm not welcome, but I'm part of the village, so I'm going out, of course.

It was still early in the morning and the sun had just risen. I felt a little puzzled in my heart. Why did you call us out so early in the morning?

With the gathering of the Village Chief, as long as the villagers were able to move about on the ground, regardless of whether they were men, women or children, they all gathered at the entrance of the village and were discussing and looking around.

Some people seemed to already know what was going on. Their eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation.

There was also a hint of fear in some people's eyes, but it seemed that most of them were like me, in a dazed state.

At this time, the Village Chief stood in front of everyone and calmly said,

"Everyone, quiet down. An important guest has arrived in our village!"

At this moment, the Village Chief had already returned to his usual calm demeanor. However, there was a hint of a smile on his face, the kind of smile that would make people feel comfortable if they saw it.

Just as the Village Head finished his words, a small car suddenly drove in. At that time, that small car was a rare sight to us.

We don't know what the sign is, and by now I can't remember.

However, when the villagers saw the car, their eyes were all wide open. Could it be that some rich guest had come?

I could even see greed in the eyes of some people, as if they were wild beasts that had seen food.

When I saw the appearance of the villagers, I couldn't help but frown slightly, because I could vaguely sense that some of them were emitting killing intent.

This was not a wild guess, but a true feeling.

Although he couldn't see or touch murderous intent, he could feel its coldness if he touched it too much.

Maybe it had something to do with my woman's keen intuition.

Cars were definitely a symbol of the rich in the village, but meeting the rich or … Or perhaps, when she met a stranger, she would emit such an aura …

Perhaps, this was the secret that was hidden in the village …

At this moment, the car door opened and a man in black got out. He quickly walked to the back and opened the door, respectfully greeting the person inside.

It was the first time I had seen a car, but I knew in my heart that these were the etiquette of a rich man, and that a rich man would like it.

At the back of the car, a cane was extended and a withered hand was placed on top of the man in black's other hand.

The hand felt like I'd seen it in a dream, gaunt, pale, without a trace of color, like the hand of a dead man.

With the support of the man in black, the man in the car slowly got off.

It wasn't the boss that I imagined, but an old man wearing grey clothes. The old man was really too old, his skin was dark and there were many wrinkles on his face. From a distance, he looked like a dried up tree branch.

I've never seen anyone this old. It's like he's going to rot, like he just came out of a coffin...

I took a deep breath and continued watching the scene. The old man was dressed very simply, just like a farmer.

"Old God Wang, you've finally arrived. Are you tired?"

At this time, the Village Chief welcomed them with a slight smile and a slight bow, as if he was welcoming them.

Old God Wang, what a high title!

I slightly frowned. Ordinary Yin Yang Mister would be addressed as a Half Immortal if they were considered to be accurate.

As for those miraculous beings, they were generally known as half-Immortals.

Old deity. This sort of title would either refer to an old man over a hundred years old as an old deity.

However, the reason why the Village Chief faced this old man with such seriousness was clearly not because of his age. Instead, it was very possible that … It was because he had the ability!

However, how much skill did he have to be called an old deity?

Could it be … Was he the old man that the villagers spoke of?