I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Nero said as he snatched the secret book from Watson's hand and the box.

Watson looked at his old subordinate's actions and suddenly became a little distracted.

The whisper of the intracranial moth echoed in my mind again at an inappropriate time.

"Hoho?! How dare he steal our things in front of us?! Take away the key to our continued upward climb?!"

"You can bear this? I can't bear it!!!"

"Have we been pretending to be too honest and cowardly lately? That even Nello dared to jump on top of our heads and dance?!"

"This is a fucking disguise. If you keep pretending, we will have to get under Winfrey's crotch and suffer the crotch humiliation!!!"

"Let's just do it without stopping. Taking advantage of the fact that Nero's back is turned to us, let's tear up the disguise and strike first! Shoot him in the head first to take his life, and then get back the loot we deserve, and then Then slowly taste his flesh and blood and absorb his power!"

The moth inside the skull was screaming crazily and constantly encouraging... However, this time Watson actually felt that what the other party said made sense.

The dark ferocious beast in his mind that was full and satisfied because of the killing act just now, was still restless at this moment, roaring with hunger crazily in his heart... It seemed that those simple killings and mortal lives could no longer satisfy the strangeness in Watson's heart. Quality desire.

He is now like a diner who has just finished his hors d'oeuvres... his appetite is already worked up!

Even the sword phase in the soul body, which has always been willing to fight against the moths in the skull, this time also emitted a hum of approval, bursting out with a clanging sound like swords striking each other, and also encouraging the host to take back the book containing A secret book containing the secrets of climbing through the ranks.

Encouraged by Moth and Blade, Watson's palm unconsciously touched the reloaded Colt revolver at his waist. The cold touch of the gun did not calm his mind, but instead made him feel strange. The qualitative desire to kill burns even hotter!

His rational superego was still struggling with its last remaining strength, constantly trying to dissuade him: "Calm down, calm down, Watson, Nello took those books entirely for our sake, and besides, these books were placed inside the hospital. Sooner or later we will be able to get in touch with you, so why are you in a hurry?"

What the superego said made sense, but Watson had already raised his gun and pointed it at the back of Nello's head, but he was thinking about other things at the moment.

"Nelo is obviously a secret cultist with both heart and blade aspects, and it is very likely that both the heart and blade aspects have reached the second level. His vitality must be far beyond that of ordinary people...perhaps he can be compared with the original deformed patrolman. If he is comparable to Lance, then when I take action at this time, I have to rush for a fatal blow."

"But Nello's back is facing me now, so that the back of his head is exposed. I can empty the magazines of both guns in two seconds."

"Even so, I couldn't kill him on the spot. At the very least, he would be seriously injured... When the time comes, I will use the moth phase to pour all my magic power into the hole in the back of the head, causing him to abandon his bones and flesh, and let the mixed brains run wild. The ground is shaking wildly!"

"Hehe, this is a good plan, let's go with it!"

Watson couldn't tell for a moment whether the voice echoing in his mind at this moment was his true thoughts or the bewitching whispers of the moth in his skull, but he did feel that this was a good plan, which could use the death of the secret messenger To satisfy the inner hunger and thirst, you can also gain the secret of Sichen to continue to climb upward.

Nello, don't blame me. Originally, I didn't find the puppets of the Marruvimu people on this trip, but after finally finding a book of Secrets of the Blade, you actually wanted to snatch it away.

Since you can't satisfy my desire to pursue power, then please satisfy my thirst for killing a little bit!

As Watson thought this, the muscles on his face suddenly twitched, and the corners of his eyebrows and mouth curled up, as if he were smiling... But the amplitude and frequency of these muscle twitches seemed to be in line with the flapping wings of the moth inside the skull that was snickering at this moment. The amplitude is the same.

"Yes, who asked Nello to take away our precious Blade Secret? It is the key to our pursuit of powerful power!"

Although Watson felt that some of the logic seemed inappropriate and unreasonable, even though he didn't understand why his forehead was dripping with sweat at the moment, the arm holding the gun was shaking tremblingly, and even putting his index finger on the trigger seemed to He was already running out of energy...but at least he finally touched the trigger, and now he just had to pull it!

"Yes, yes, just pull the trigger! Kill Nello first, and then absorb the secrets in the book to advance into the Secret Transmission of the Blade. Then we carry his body back and say that we were ambushed by the gang. Nero wanted to save us. And the tragic sacrifice provoked a dispute between Crossroads Hospital and the gang, plunging London into war and chaos..."

"We can also draw enough power of principles from this deception and struggle, allowing Xiaobian and I to take a further step... Then we will become stronger!!!"

"Yeah, yeah, that makes sense. Since Nello failed to fulfill his promise to make our hearts intact and took away our Secret of the Blade, then it is indeed reasonable and reasonable for us to do this!"

Watson thought so, but he felt that the muscles all over his body were shaking more violently, making it extremely difficult for him to pull the trigger, as if there was a guy as strong as him inside his body pulling in the opposite direction... Who is it? Is it the rational superego? Or is it your true self?

"Chief Watson, I found it!"

While he was hesitating, struggling, and tug-of-war with his inner thoughts, Nello, who was rummaging through boxes and looking for crates, suddenly picked up the familiar strange puppet and said happily: "With this puppet, the secret transmission of your heart will be smooth." I will fully understand it. When the time comes, I will apply to the leader for you and ask him to open the first-level blade secret transmission database to you... Based on your character and experience, practice this blade secret transmission of fighting and resistance, It will definitely get twice the result with half the effort!”

"In addition, the sect has also encountered some difficulties recently, which require us to take some drastic measures to solve... It is just suitable for you to practice the principles of the blade. I guess it won't even take a month by then. You can fully understand the secret transmission of the first-order blade."

"Then I will open the information for you to apply for the second-level blade secret transmission, and you will be promoted to the second-level blade secret practitioner... With this strength as a foundation, I will transfer the command of the expedition team to "You, after you have established a certain prestige, I will be able to hand over the position of deputy leader to you."

"Haha, I'm not afraid of your ridicule. In fact, ever since you joined, I have been thinking about finding an opportunity to hand over the position of deputy leader to you... After all, in my heart, sir, you are the most suitable person to take the position of deputy leader. I don’t know how many times you can choose. If the leader can get your help, he will surely lead our sect towards that bright future!”

Nello seemed a little embarrassed to say this. When he said this, he kept his back to Watson, and did not dare to look directly into the eyes of the commander... He was afraid that his arrangement would make the commander feel uncomfortable, as if he was being manipulated. .

So he didn't see the firearm raised by the officer behind him slowly lowering it.

Now that Nero has found the puppet of the Marruvim people, my stagnant progress in the secret transmission of the heart can continue to move forward, and he will also apply for me the information of the secret transmission of the blade - then I will pursue the path of powerful power. It seems to be moving forward.

And there are more difficult things to come? In other words, are there more living lives waiting for me to harvest? Even the Crossroads Order is in trouble...are they enemies who have practiced secret transmission? ! I can finally experience the pleasure of killing esoteric cultists again!

That is to say, even if I don't kill Nero at the moment, I only need to endure it for a little longer, and I can still gain more powerful power and the satisfaction of killing? !

Then why should I kill Nello? After all, he has other uses in my plan... Little moth, do you think I am right?

Watson looked inwards at the moth in his skull, exhausted from trying to influence his mind but failing, and smiled silently.

But his smile looked particularly pale and weak due to this psychological struggle, as if he had just ended a tragic battle and ushered in a difficult victory.

Originally, I wanted to write that Watson was gradually losing his mind under the influence of the secret transmission, but it seemed that something was wrong with the writing.