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

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

"I think it would be 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 although the people are my imagination, the feelings between us are indeed extremely sincere. In short, why did I kill them?"

"The dead cannot be resurrected, please accept my condolences."

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

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

"Wuwuwu..."

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

Since yesterday, disciples have come to cry and complain, saying that they accidentally killed their relatives and friends, and hope that he can prescribe some tranquilizers, the stronger the better, even if they lose their memory.

If there was only one, it would be fine. It could be understood that the pressure of study was too great, and the other party could rest for a few days.

But twenty-three consecutive disciples had similar symptoms, which was very confusing.

After prescribing some drugs to help sleep, Li Zimo sent the disciple in front of him away, and then flipped through the case he had just sorted out, and began to summarize the similarities.

"They all said that they killed their comrades, and they all said that the reason was themselves... There were no mushrooms in the cafeteria recently, and if there were mushrooms, there would not be such similar situations."

After looking carefully for a long time, Li Zimo felt keenly that these disciples were not lying.

But they did not tell the truth completely.

Similar symptoms indicate that they have similar experiences, but Wanfa Sect has not had any training tasks recently, and these disciples have no records of traveling.

Strange.

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

He was only a doctor, so it was better to leave this matter to professionals.

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

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

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

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

After looking at Li Zimo seriously for a while, Wang Jiu nodded and said: "Brother Zimo, I haven't seen you for many days. The aura of merit and virtue on your body has become 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 show what they have learned before they can continue their studies.

Among the disciples who have established their foundation, 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 merit and virtue are perfect. He can achieve the golden elixir and become an immortal master at any time.

Now, there is only one opportunity left.

He and Wang Jiu were from the same period, but after entering the inner gate, one joined Xinglin Hall and the other entered the Inspection Department, and their paths were completely different.

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

Li Zimo didn't say much, and handed the case he sorted out to Wang Jiu.

After taking the case, Wang Jiu read ten lines at a glance, and the thick stack of papers was read by him at a very fast speed, then pinched his beard, his expression gradually became solemn.

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

"I suspect it's an undercover from the Demon Sect, and it's a very powerful undercover."

Wang Jiu nodded and agreed with Li Zimo's judgment.

"I think so, but there is no evidence yet. But I suspect that this time and last time were made 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 interesting about the "Sword Master"."

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

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

After drinking the tea, Wang Jiu picked up the case and stood up: "Brother Zimo, thank you for telling me about this situation. I will treat you to tea in the future. I am going to investigate this matter. Maybe there are new games and conspiracies behind it."

"It's a piece of cake. You're welcome."

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

When there was no one around, he sat there like a puppet with a broken string.

Although everyone said he was a genius, if he had never seen a genius, he might have believed it.

A true genius would not have any so-called bottlenecks, nor would he need so-called opportunities.

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

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

And he also knows the reason why he can't break through the golden elixir.

His heart is empty.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always lived in the expectations of others, playing the role of an excellent disciple.

The elders hoped that he would enter the Wanfa Sect, so he entered.

The master needed a medical master, so he became one.

People around him thought that he should achieve the golden elixir and become an immortal master. He did accumulate magic power constantly, but he could not step into the threshold of the golden elixir.

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

When no one was around, he would be in a daze until someone came in.

How could such a puppet achieve the golden elixir?

Looking into the distance, Li Zimo just watched the sky gradually darken, and the sect's long-burning lamp lit up, giving this place a layer of warm light.

He did not light the lamp, just looked outside, his heart was neither sad nor happy, as silent as an ancient tree.

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

But at this moment, he found that there seemed to be something under the chair.

With a hook of his hand, the object under the chair flew into his hand. It turned out to be a small bamboo slip.

The bamboo slip should have been dropped by an outer disciple accidentally. The place where it fell was quite remote, so no one had seen it before.

Li Zimo immersed his mind into the bamboo slip and wanted to see if there was any information about the owner in it. Then he found that this bamboo slip was not ordinary.

"Survivor of the Righteous Path", what is this?"

"Loading progress, what does this mean?"

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

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

Am I in trouble?