But what is that?

Just when the cry for help behind him became weak, and Zhuo Xuan dragged his tired body towards his home, an extremely vague mass suddenly appeared in the puddle not far away.

It was like a living thing, exuding bursts of attraction, instantly hooking Zhuo Xuan's desperate soul and forcing him to approach step by step. It was only when the scarred and thin boy stopped near the puddle that he realized the true face of this thing.

It's just a discarded black notebook.

Zhuo Xuan grabbed the notebook by surprise, and touched the extremely textured cover of the notebook, as if he had touched his own skin. He was a little surprised, and with the help of the dim light of the street lamp, he lifted the notebook, as if he could see the pores distributed on the cover.

This must be made from some kind of animal fur.

After being washed by the drizzle, the cover of the notebook stained with a hint of cold rain had goosebumps, which made Zhuo Xuan a little uncomfortable.

With this thought, Zhuo Xuan felt a little disgusted and wanted to throw it away.

But when he decided to throw it in its place, a strange sensation suddenly came down the notebook, which shook his body, and instantly felt a phantom pain from the depths of his soul—

"Word Notebook: Write the wish you want to fulfill in the notebook, and exchange the magic of the wish at the cost of the soul. Note: Mana is limited......"

The cold electronic sound suddenly echoed in Zhuo Xuan's mind, making his whole person feel like he had been struck by lightning, and he was stunned in place, a little overwhelmed, and trembling all over.

This—this thing......

At this moment, suddenly, a lightning bolt quickly slashed, tearing through the night sky, plunging the world into a sparkling day. Only this moment of light made Zhuo Xuan's body tremble suddenly, his face was shocked, and the notebook fell to the ground with a snap.

Instinctively, the cowardly self in his head shrank back, and he drove himself to want to get out of here, pretending to be oblivious to this strange and sudden appearance.

Countless questions jumped out.

On this deserted street, it seems to be waiting for its appearance, and it happens to be placed in a position that is just enough to be seen and not missed.

Was this a premeditated arrangement? Or is it that a demon is secretly seducing itself, waiting for it to take the initiative to claim this power?

Yes, it's like a hunter with a hunting net, luring his prey to approach. The voice that resounded in my head was undoubtedly the voice of a demon. It knew that it was being oppressed and on the verge of collapse, so it appeared in time, wanting to use it as bait to devour its own soul!

I've seen through your tricks, hehe......

Since that's the case......

A wicked smile appeared on Zhuo Xuan's face, trembling, stretching out his right hand that was clearly still trembling, feeling the colic pain coming from his abdomen because of bending over, and grabbed the notebook in his hand!

"Haha, haha......"

Zhuo Xuan smiled, and his breathing became a little difficult.

He didn't know how hideous his bloody smile was, and he just wanted his laughter to echo through the empty street. The raindrops beat against his mouth, with the chill of midnight, like a hand caressing the cheeks of the thin boy.

I don't know how long it took, until he slowly retracted his smile and returned his attention to the notebook.

The mind that has experienced a beating is a little chaotic, but this does not affect Zhuo Xuan's judgment and reasoning ability. His fingers lightly dipped the muddy water on the ground, and he opened the notebook and wrote his first wish on it.

"I want those bastards dead."

It didn't take much detail to write down the scene he had just seen when he passed the end of the street.

Those three people who committed crimes through drunkenness deserve to be given death, right?

A touch of ruthlessness appeared in Zhuo Xuan's heart.

He had never hurt anyone else, but that didn't mean that the murderous intent hidden in his heart would be silent forever. When this killing intent is aroused to the point that it cannot be released, it becomes deformed, manipulating a young man who has just gained power to do things he never thought of.

Such as.

"Ahhh

When the last stroke fell completely, the words on the notebook pages were blurred by the rain. A miserable scream came through the gauzy rain curtain, and then dissipated like an illusion, which shocked Zhuo Xuan and suddenly woke up.

Desperately clutching his notebook, he quickly got up from the ground, gritted his teeth, and turned back towards the end of the street, ignoring the scars all over his body.

Really!!

When the scene of three corpses lying on the cold ground came into Zhuo Xuan's eyes, his heart pounded like a snare drum, making him shiver as his hair stood on end.

It's true......

It's just that the moment the drunken who had been molested by the three of them turned into a corpse, the woman let out a scream and fled from here. When Zhuo Xuan returned here, he could no longer see the woman.

That's fine.

Zhuo Xuan sneered, after experiencing the ecstasy and despair of ups and downs, he knew that his life had taken a huge turn since today.

To be a real overlord.

The blackest heart, the most ruthless, indifferent and ruthless, the supreme and treacherous overlord who leaves no room for mercy!

The boy thought so, the thin figure looked a little lonely on this long rainy night, the shadow stretched by the street lamp was small and thin, but firm enough, step by step, in the direction that did not belong to him.

……

The first sunny day after the rain.

Spring is approaching, and by six or seven o'clock the sky is already clear. At the gate of Tinglin No. 2 Middle School, there are already shadowy students, all of whom are local students who live in Tinglin City, and they can often step on the bell of morning self-study to enter the school when they take the first and second buses.

Students whose families live in nearby cities have only one option: accommodation. Of course, even if it is accommodation, students can oscillate between on-campus and off-campus housing, as long as they have enough living expenses, even the most extravagant options are available.

The nearby breakfast stall was steaming hot before dawn, and it was full of students with hazy and sleepy eyes. It's just that, compared to these stalls selling breakfast, today, there is one more eye-catching thing.

A skinny teenager covered in dirt appeared outside the school gate, attracting many strange glances. He was holding a strangely shaped notebook in his arms, his lips were a little bruised, and the scabbed scars and blood stains on his face made him look a little hideous.