At night, lit candles dispelled the mist-like darkness.

Goethe knelt on the ground and dipped his fingers in his brother's blood to draw the ritual.

"Hard, you will forgive me, right?"

"This is for revenge!"

"To avenge my grandfather, father, mother, aunts, uncles, and Bruce!"

"You will definitely forgive me, my brother, hahaha."

The fire reflected in the young man's dark pupils was full of tears, but there was a crazy smile on his lips.

More candles were subsequently lit.

The young man began to recite the mantra silently.

Instantly, pain came from his heart.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

My heart was beating violently, as if it was going to explode.

However, the young man gritted his teeth and persisted!

He must persist!

This is a 'secret ritual' that he bought from his friends after spending all his money - it can summon a powerful 'spirit of vengeance' that obeys his orders.

As long as he has this 'Spirit of Vengeance', he can find the murderer who is hiding in the dark and kills his family, avenges his family, and can also revive the 'Wayne' family.

All you need is to have this ‘Spirit of Vengeance’!

Young people have firm faith.

Even if his heart was pierced and his whole body began to fester, he would not waver.

He ignored the maggots crawling out of the sores on his body and just recited the spell silently, byte by byte.

And when the young man's blurred vision began to see the scarlet light of the ritual, he became even more determined.

Especially when he saw a vague figure appearing in the ceremony, the young man immediately raised his palm and pressed it towards that figure - the 'Spirit of Vengeance' is powerful, but also dangerous, and must be summoned before

, the weakest moment, only by using blood to complete the 'blood contract' can you control it.

The young man has tried his best to speed up, but the speed is not flattering.

After all, it is surprising that a person whose whole body is so ulcerated that the bones are visible and whose internal organs are eaten by maggots can still move.

Zhao Wumian, who was standing in the ceremony, was surprised by the illusion and brilliance in front of him when he suddenly saw a bloody, zombie-like monster rushing toward him. He subconsciously picked up the big Wusu in his hand and went straight.

Smashed it down.

Snap!

There was also a half-broken beer bottle.

Liquor and glass shards were flying everywhere.

The young man who had already reached his limit fell to the ground without making a sound.

Zhao Wumian looked at the monster lying at his feet with a confused look on his face.

"I was obviously having sex and drinking, but now...what's going on?"

What made Zhao Wumian even more confused was that the moment the monster fell to the ground, the monster's body turned into ashes, just like holding a half-burned cigarette between his fingers. Suddenly his hand shook, and the first half of the ash fell to the ground.

, looking like they were scattered all over the place.

call!

Before Zhao Wumian could react, the light on the ritual track flickered again, and the ashes seemed to be blown up by a gust of wind and wrapped around his body.

Then, pieces of memory began to appear, like a movie.

Goethe, his carefree childhood, his loving parents and grandfather.

besides……

Study pose with governess.

Practical gestures for going to a garden club.

Life is colorful.

Everything is so beautiful and enviable.

However, there was a sudden change in the second half.

Less than a month later, his grandfather suddenly fell ill and died, and his parents subsequently disappeared. While Goethe was grieving, his three uncles, aunt, and three cousins ​​also disappeared overnight.

The only aunt also disappeared on the way to the police station.

Then, families that were originally wealthy ended up with massive debts.

Relatives died and disappeared, and the economy suddenly fell into difficulties, which immediately put Goethe, an originally carefree young man, into a state of confusion and confusion.

Then, Goethe's "good friend" extended a helping hand, saying that he could help him and only needed to complete a ritual.

Zhao Wumian couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw Goethe smashing the back of his brother's head with a silver candlestick.

"In order to restore the original beauty, he chose to sacrifice others without hesitation... He is a ruthless person, but he chose to sacrifice the only person he could trust. He is really a fool!"

"Sure enough, only such idiots can't see that the so-called 'friends' have ulterior motives."

"wrong!"

"I guess I guessed it, I just want to believe what I believe."

"Tsk."

"Everyone is lucky."

"Everyone thinks they are lucky."

"Even if I'm about to die, I still don't want to believe the truth."

Zhao Wumian's eyes showed disdain, and deep down he commented on Goethe.

Then, he shook his head. At this moment, the picture in his mind had reached the final stage. Reason told him that he should pay more attention to his poor situation - his experience in his hometown had already told him that he wanted to survive in a strange environment.

Going down is not that easy.

Just having so many memories poured into him in an instant made Zhao Wumian feel that his temples were swollen and it was difficult to think effectively. He could only raise his hands to rub his temples, hoping to relieve the pain.

At this time, the light of the ceremony dissipated, and the light of the candle illuminated the entire room again.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Zhao Wumian in the mirror, rubbing his temples with his hands.

He stared at the young man in the mirror with his shirtless body, black hair shawl, slightly pale face, but still unable to conceal his handsome appearance, and couldn't help but be stunned.

That's not him.

Yes, Goethe.

And as he opened his mouth, the boy in the mirror also opened his mouth.

"this……"

Zhao Wumian was stunned.

What he spoke was no longer the words of his hometown, but the words of the world in front of him.

Goethe was able to confirm this based on his memory.

Before Zhao Wumian could recover, lines of strange words began to appear in front of his eyes. They were not known to him and had not been seen in Goethe's memory. Later, these strange words became his most important words.

Familiar hometown words——

【……】

【……】

[Text conversion, judging...]

【Judgment successful!】

[Thank you for ending the bloodline of the ‘Mad King’, we will bless you! 】

[Blessings will exist in the way you can best understand!]

…

The text pauses slightly here.

Then, more words began to emerge——

[Character: Goethe (Zhao Wumian)]

【Age:19(31)】
To be continued...