[210-Destroy you, what does it have to do with you]

Zikaku was not reconciled.

As a destruction-level wizard, he has high self-confidence, not only confidence in his own strength, but also confidence in his own wisdom.

After all, no one can cultivate an elite wizard army of fifty people with their own strength, and make a name for themselves.

Many Destructors themselves are lone rangers and do not have the ability to train, guide, and organize others.

If you can cultivate 50, it means that you can cultivate 500 or 5,000. It is not a problem to easily create your own power, but Zikaku disdains it.

After he founded the blood banquet, he indirectly controlled the lifeline of thousands of extraordinary people, like an emperor, which made his self-confidence extremely inflated.

Coupled with the extremely mysterious organization of the Fire Sword Road, who learned the so-called “truth of the world”, Zikaku felt that he was naturally a higher level than these ignorant people, and he had a sense of superiority.

But this time the fiasco has completely stepped on the superiority of this arrogant wizard into the dirt, and has been crushed several times without showing any sympathy.

For a period of time after he was taken back to the Mystery Tower by Joseph, he has been in a state of chaotic thinking, ignorant.

It was not until the Mystic Tower began to use the potion that he gradually regained consciousness and had the opportunity to use his backhand.

His personal book, the paper is all made of baby’s skin, and the process is extremely complicated. Naturally, it cannot be used only for communication, but a part of his soul is sewn into it. Launch URL https://m.xswang.com

As long as he uses specific spells and methods, and then commits suicide, he can use the human book to resurrect!

Of course, everything has to be based on his sanity.

From this point of view, he should also thank the Mystic Tower.

“Hahahaha I will eventually return from hell and kill you all!”

Zikaku’s neck was completely twisted and his head was drooping, but he still laughed intermittently, looking at the panicked guard knights in front of him.

His sanity has almost recovered, and he has been pretending to be mad and foolish just to paralyze the interrogators of the Secret Ritual Tower. He will remember this shameful day in his heart for the rest of his life.

Wait!

Although he has nothing now, don’t underestimate the determination and perseverance of a destruction-level wizard, he will make a comeback sooner or later!

And the Mystery Tower, just wait for his revenge! He wants to turn everyone into the raw material for other people’s books!

With such thoughts, Zikaku lost his consciousness completely.

——

Lin Jie suddenly felt that there was something more in his dream.

After he built the basic dream, the entire dream seemed to become an independent space.

It’s not only when you are sleeping and dreaming at night that you can go in. You can also take in and out of things in reality at ordinary times. For example, last time he put a bunch of documents and messy things in it.

Such as the Candela holy sword, such as the book of myself…

Of course, there is something in the dream that cannot be taken out.

And the body can’t enter for the time being, and can only enter the dream state in the form of “meditation”.

But the mastery of the dream is still there, and he knows exactly what is going on inside.

For example, now, he found that the human skin book that he had put on the bookcase had changed. It first shook, and then Wufeng automatically opened it.

The pages of the book were turned quickly, and the handwriting that was talking like a madman was melting, and finally turned into a dense and spreading bloodstain.

Afterwards, thick blood seeped out from the pages, flowed down like a waterfall, fell on the ground and turned into something like a slime, and gradually deformed, creating the shape of a “human”.

“What kind of strange dream creature is this?”

Lin Jie stopped the carpentry work in his hand and frowned.

The dream creature that looked like a piece of human body that came in last time was quite strange, and this time it was even more strange that the blood was made into a slime.

“Although I know that dream creatures are so strange, it’s too scary.”

In particular, this thing seemed to be “infiltrated” through the book as a medium, which made Lin Jie even more disgusted.

If Lin Jie, the stitching monster last time, still had the intention to observe and think about whether he could expand his business, this time he just wanted to kill him – for Lin Jie, it was like living in a house that he had kept clean. Suddenly a big green-headed fly flew in and buzzed around like a disgusting one.

Lin Jie thought about it, but saw the blood slime move.

It first turned its head in confusion, looked around, then stretched out its hand to pick up the book, and made a gesture as if it was smiling, dancing.

Immediately after, it squirmed towards the coffee table where Lin Jie put the information, dragging blood along the way.

Lin Jie couldn’t bear it anymore when he saw it.

Now his feeling is that a homeless man has come into his clean house, dirty and smelly, and looks like a robber, ready to mess with his things.

It is related to the human skin book, and the appearance is so evil, how is it different from mosquitoes and flies.

Forget it.

With this thought, an invisible force formed in the dream immediately, like an invisible palm swiping down and falling on the blood slime.

When the pressure came, the slime instantly dwarfed and deformed like a jelly.

It struggled frantically, blood splattered like fireworks inexplicably, then held up the human book high, shook it for some reason, and made a murmur.

Lin Jie was taken aback and was taken aback.

The blood on the man’s book changed again, and it seemed to look like some text.

His only thought was “This thing can use a human skin book?!”

It must not be a good thing to be able to use this evil item!

And looking at it like this, is it going to make a big move? !

Lin Jie thought that I had to strike first, otherwise I didn’t know what was going on, and it would be bad if my dream was destroyed, so I quickly put pressure on it.

——

Zikaku originally thought he had escaped.

He was resurrected with the help of the human skin book. Although he appeared in an unfamiliar place when he just opened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, but he was relieved when he found that there was no one around and it seemed very calm.

Zikaku looked around and found what seemed to be the residence of some scholars. It was very quiet, with some materials and books stacked next to it.

It is speculated that this personal book may have been exiled to other places later, but this just provides him with a safe resurrection environment.

“Ha ha ha ha……”

Zikaku picked up the human book and smiled smugly.

Isn’t this God helping me?

Now as long as you escape the pursuit of the Mystery Tower and get in touch with the Fire Sword Road, a comeback is just around the corner!

After Zikaku calmed down a little, he approached the coffee table cautiously, trying to guess the identity of the owner of the room to see if it would be beneficial to him.

But as soon as he took two steps, he felt horribly as if someone was watching him, and a premonition of extreme danger struck him.

At this moment, an irresistible force came crashing down, crushing his entire body.

“Trap, trap!!!”

The bones of Zikaku’s whole body rattled together, cracked and cracked, and after casting several spells, he judged that this was not a force he could resist.

He hurriedly raised the human book in his hand, recorded his lifelong spells as sincerity, and said in a loud voice: “Forgive my life!!! I surrender!!! This is what I have learned all my life, and I can give it to Your Excellency! !!Do not kill me!!!”

But the master of that power ignored him and let him collapse and despair, cry, and increase his strength on his own, and finally crush him completely.

Only now did Zikaku remember the cries of the babies he had skinned.

When he mutilated these innocent lives, how could he hear their cries for mercy.

Now, just let him taste it himself——

Destroy you, what does it have to do with you.

——

“Snapped!”

Just like a fly swatter hitting a fly, the barely humanoid blood slime exploded directly, turning into a burst of blood.

Lin Jie removed these traces in disgust, and then took out the human skin book.

“Shhh…”

He turned the page and found that it seemed to be some… spells recorded on it?