Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 15 Getting into trouble

"Doctor, I feel that I am unforgivable and a hopeless rotten person. Because of my selfish desires, I killed my brothers, my comrades, and even myself! How can I restore my former peace of mind?"

"I think it's better to notify the Law Enforcement Hall first. I can't help you deal with the bodies if you kill so many people at once."

"No, I mean they are not real, I imagined them. You know what imagination means, right? It means imagining something that does not exist. But even though they are my imagination, the feelings between us are indeed very sincere. Anyway, why would I kill them?"

"People cannot be resurrected after death, please bear with me."

"Is there really no way to resurrect the dead?"

"Yes, there is, but the price is very high, you can't afford it."

"Woooooooo..."

Looking at the disciple crying bitterly in front of him, Li Zimo from Xinglin Hall was a little puzzled.

Since yesterday, disciples have come to him one after another to cry and complain that they have accidentally killed their relatives and friends, and they hope that he can prescribe some tranquilizers, the stronger the better, even if it means amnesia.

If there is only one person, it’s fine. It can be understood that the pressure of study is too great, so just let the other person recuperate for a few days.

But twenty-three disciples in a row had similar symptoms, which was very puzzling.

After prescribing some sleep-aiding medicine, Li Zimo sent the disciple away. Then he flipped through the medical records he had just sorted out and began to summarize the similarities among them.

"They all said they killed their comrades, and they all said they were the cause... There are no mushrooms in the cafeteria recently, and even if there were mushrooms, such a similar situation would not have occurred."

After looking carefully for a long time, Li Zimo had a keen feeling that these disciples were not lying.

But the truth was not completely revealed.

Similar symptoms indicated that they had similar experiences, but the Wanfa Sect had no training missions recently and these disciples had no record of traveling.

strangeness.

Looking at these records carefully, Li Zimo felt that the current problem was beyond his ability.

He is just a doctor, so it is better to leave this matter to professionals.

Thinking of this, he picked up the jade disc on the side, locked onto a colleague, and then transmitted a thought to let the other party hear his request.

In less than half a cup of tea, his colleague, the man with a mustache, appeared here.

Li Zimo asked the other party to sit down, poured two cups of tea, and then said with a smile: "Wang Jiu, long time no see."

Mustache inspector Wang Jiu smiled tiredly: "Indeed, it has been a while. What's the matter?"

After looking at Li Zimo carefully for a while, Wang Jiu nodded and said, "Brother Zimo, I haven't seen you for a long time. The aura of your merits and virtues has become clearer and clearer."

The Wanfa Sect emphasizes the unity of knowledge and action. It is not enough to just study and research. Disciples also need to hone themselves in different positions and put what they have learned into practice before they can continue their studies.

Among all the foundation-building disciples, Li Zimo is also one of the best.

He has superb cultivation and is a rare master in the medical field. Both his cultivation and merits are perfect. He can achieve the golden elixir and become an immortal master at any time.

Now, all that’s left is an opportunity.

He and Wang Jiu were of the same generation, but after entering the inner sect, one joined Xinglin Hall and the other joined the Inspection Department, so their trajectories were completely different.

Fortunately, their friendship still exists and they get together from time to time.

Li Zimo didn't say much and handed the case he had compiled to Wang Jiu.

After taking the case, Wang Jiu read through the thick stack of papers at a rapid speed. Then he pinched his beard, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"So many people asked the same question, it's definitely not a coincidence, Zimo, what do you think is the reason?"

"I have some suspicion that he is an undercover agent from the Demon Sect, and a very powerful one at that."

Wang Jiu nodded, agreeing with Li Zimo's judgment. "I think so too, but I don't have enough evidence yet. But I suspect that this time and last time were done by the same person."

"You mean the bamboo slip that Master Wang got?"

"Yes. The disciples call it a game, and they enjoy playing it every day. I have tried it, but I really don't see what's so interesting about the "Sword Master"."

"But Master Wang seems to like it very much."

"Master Wang likes all new things, but this game is really too dangerous. I have a feeling that this thing will subvert many things and cannot be allowed to continue to be passed down."

After drinking the tea, Wang Jiu picked up the medical record and stood up: "Brother Zimo, thank you for telling me this. I will treat you to tea later. I will investigate this matter. Maybe there are new games and conspiracies behind it."

"You're welcome with just a little effort."

After watching Wang Jiu leave, Li Zimo poured himself a cup of tea and stared into the distance in a daze.

When there was no one around, he sat there blankly like a puppet with its strings cut.

Although everyone says he is a genius, if he had never seen a genius, he might have believed it.

A true genius will never encounter any bottlenecks, nor will he need any opportunities.

For them, breaking through the realm is as easy as drinking water, and the golden elixir is just a starting point for them.

Most of them have already embarked on a new journey, unlike me, who is still lingering on the edge of the golden elixir.

And he also knew the reason why he couldn't break through to the Golden Core stage.

His heart is empty.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always lived up to the expectations of others and played the role of an excellent disciple.

The elders wanted him to join the Wanfa Sect, so he did.

When the master needed a medical expert, he took the job.

People around him thought that he should achieve the Golden Elixir and become an Immortal Master. He did indeed continue to accumulate magical powers, but he just could not step into the threshold of the Golden Elixir.

Everything about him was arranged. He had almost no thoughts or desires of his own, and nothing could ignite his passion.

When no one is around, he would just sit there in a daze until someone comes in.

How could such a puppet achieve the golden elixir?

Looking into the distance, Li Zimo watched the sky gradually darken. The sect's eternal lamps lit up, casting a layer of warm light over the place.

He didn't light a lamp, but just looked outside, his heart neither sad nor happy, as silent as an ancient tree.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt that he should take a break.

But just then, he noticed that there seemed to be something under the chair.

He stretched out his hand and the thing under the chair flew into his hand. It was a small bamboo slip.

The bamboo slips must have been dropped accidentally by an outer disciple. The place where they fell was quite remote, so no one had seen them before.

Li Zimo immersed his spiritual thoughts into the bamboo slips, wanting to see if there was any information about the owner in them. Then he discovered that this bamboo slip was not ordinary.

"'Survivor of the Righteous Way', what is this?"

"Loading progress, what does this mean?"

Confusedly, he selected the default loading progress and randomly chose a place. Li Zimo was surprised to see a little man rushing straight towards a black crack in the ground and falling in the dark underworld half a quarter of an hour later.

Looking at this strange scene, Li Zimo suddenly had a feeling.

Will I get into trouble?
(End of this chapter)