One month later, Zhang Wanlin was able to walk around. Reagan asked him to exercise more and brought some new editions of medical books. These were the cutting-edge medical theory knowledge and the latest herbal medicines.

In his spare time, Zhang Wanlin will flip through these books and jot down notes whenever he has experience.

This is a great benefit for medical assistants with insufficient heads. Reading Zhang Wanlin's notes often makes them feel better.

As a result, Zhang Wanlin's name spread throughout the church's medical room, and sometimes some tricky and intractable diseases, Reagan, were relieved to be handled by Zhang Wanlin.

A good reputation also has a downside, that is, it is much harder to meet Elena.

Whenever Elena came over, either he met him to see a doctor or saw him teaching the assistants.

At this time, Elena waited patiently.

However, the calm and the waves are not peaceful, Zhang Wanlin's hallucinations are increasing, and he now realizes that this may be a curse.

This curse may come from anywhere, such as his conversation with a wizard, or when turning the first page of a black book.

He really should listen to Elena, shouldn't be contaminated with these things.

But everything is irreversible. The wizard was burned to death more than a month ago.

His curse is nowhere to be solved.

Zhang Wanlin thought that the wizard was dead, but in fact the wizard was not dead.

This news came from the complaint of his mentor Reagan. The wizard was not burned because the senior management of the academy had a deeper consideration for her. As for what it was, most people would not know.

The senior management of the academy also asked Reagan to see him in person, demanding that the wizard must be rescued back. She can have any physical problems, but she can't die.

This made Reagan complained that he hated wizards.

But Zhang Wanlin believed that Reagan would try his best to treat her because he was a competent doctor.

Zhang Wanlin decided to go see the wizard, or let her dispel her illusion, this curse that does not exist all the time.

That night, he came to the dungeon silently, and the guards were surprised to see him.

It was the guard who led him forward, and when he reached the door of the lower level, Zhang Wanlin stopped and said, "Let's stop here."

"Yes, my lord."

The guard bowed and was about to leave.

"and many more."

Zhang Wanlin said, "Take this gold coin."

The guard looked at the gold coin quite coveted, but was puzzled: "My lord, is this?"

"I hope you haven't seen anyone come in or heard anything tonight."

"I promise you with my life."

The guard finally got the gold coin, and he wiped it with his sleeve, and the gold coin shone with dazzling golden light under the firelight.

Zhang Wanlin came to the second dungeon. The iron chain on Long Po Po's hands had been untied. She was sitting on a pile of straw, shaped like dead wood, with her head hanging down.

It seems that people are about to die.

Zhang Wanlin walked silently in front of her, the slight footsteps seemed to open the last ripple in the stagnant water, and Grandma Long opened her eyes.

The eyelids are like two slits cut by a blade, and the wise light shines in them.

"You came."

She said in a low voice, as if she was floating from a distant death.

"I already know the answer."

Zhang Wanlin said coldly.

"Then what's the answer?"

"You want me to practice witchcraft and fall into the dark. When I was in the dark, I naturally knew the answer to that stone.

Am i right? "

Long Po Po showed a satisfied expression: "You are very smart, but you are wrong.

It's not that I want you to practice witchcraft, but you chose witchcraft yourself. "

"Witchcraft is dark and evil, how can I choose?

! "

"Why do you say that witchcraft is dark and evil?

The martial arts you practice can also kill people and bring disasters, but why is it not dark and evil?

The swords you wear can also kill and deprive others of their lives. Why are they not dark and evil? "

Seeing Zhang Wanlin's body had an obvious pause, Long Popo slowly said: "In fact, there is no right or wrong in everything. It is just because of human prejudice that the world has so-called righteousness and so-called evil."

Zhang Wanlin didn't speak for a long time. It seemed that everything had been figured out, but it seemed that everything had become messier.

This is a new concept, but it often takes some time to accept the new concept.

He said, "Anyway, you want me to learn witchcraft, and you cursed me?"

The wrinkles on Long Po Po's face merged together, and she smiled slightly and said, "How can you tell that I cursed you?"

"It's not obvious yet?

Everything I see now is not real. Isn't this a curse and what is it? "

"Child, that's not a curse."

Long Po Po looked at him with deep gaze, "That is your knot."

"How can your heart knot cause this? It's clearly you who deceived the crowd.

I won't believe you again. "

"You like magic so much, you even crave it.

They also chose you.

It's like two things in different locations in the world. Despite the mountains and rivers and obstacles, they still can't prevent them from attracting each other.

Child, you can fool yourself, but you can't fool your heart. "

Long Po Po's soft words flowed through Zhang Wanlin's mind like a trickle, causing no less shock than a scourge.

Her words may be witchcraft, killing people invisible and moisturizing things silently.

Zhang Wanlin kept telling herself in her mind that she couldn't believe her, everything she said was deceitful and false! "I won't believe you!"

Zhang Wanlin said firmly.

"Then do you want to know how to solve this so-called curse?"

"You want to lie to me again?"

"I never lied to you."

"Then how do you untie it?"

"The answer lies in the question itself."

Zhang Wanlin understood her meaning almost immediately, and saw that his face instantly turned bleak and cold, as if he had been seriously ill.

He left without saying a word.

Looking at his leaving back, Long Po Po said quietly: "Zhang Wanlin, don't you understand?

You are destined to be a wizard. "

In the dim darkness of the fire, Zhang Wanlin's back trembled clearly.

Out of the dungeon, Zhang Wanlin took a deep breath, and the fresh air made his tense nerves slightly better.

He thought, no matter what, he would not practice that thing.

Elena is right.

In fact, she has always known those things, but if she doesn't say it, she doesn't like to say it, and she doesn't want to say it.

That's it.

If she said, what good is it?

There is no benefit.

Therefore, it is better not to say that.

At this moment, a familiar figure walked in the shadow in front, with a ghostly smile.

He is Maiya.