As soon as these words fell, this little Evil Soul Master, who was only eleven or twelve years old, suddenly realized something.
Her face revealed terror, and she was just about to shout out.
Bang!
Zhang Peng at the side unceremoniously struck Hong Juan on the head, knocking her unconscious directly.
Carrying Hong Juan with one hand, Zhang Peng turned back to look at Wang Lin, a questioning look on his face.
"Kid, do you really not want to keep her as your servant pet?"
"No need, kill her!"
Wang Lin shook his head, his words devoid of any emotion.
Evil Soul Masters, these kinds of things, deserve to die if they deserve to die. That youth was probably forcibly brought into the Holy Spirit Cult because of his martial soul.
As for this Hong Juan, although there was a cause for her actions, what does that have to do with me, Wang Lin? Moreover, just because there was a cause, does it mean Hong Juan did nothing wrong?
How innocent were those villages she slaughtered? An Evil Soul Master is an Evil Soul Master.
Although with Wang Lin's current status as Long Xiaoyao's disciple, he could indeed keep Hong Juan alive. And if kept, he could force Hong Juan not to commit evil again even with martial force.
Even with Elder Yi's power, he could make Hong Juan a normal Soul Master, but why should Wang Lin do that?
There is no reason, okay? Is it just because Hong Juan is good-looking?
Being good-looking allows one to live; there has never been such logic.
His parents were also very good-looking, yet didn't they still die at the hands of Evil Soul Masters?
"Good."
Hearing this, Zhang Peng did not waste words.
He reached out and pinched Hong Juan's neck directly, applying force.
Crack!
Hong Juan's head instantly drooped.
Wang Lin also turned his head away, not looking at Hong Juan's corpse.
Seeing Hong Juan being killed so casually, a look of terror finally appeared in that youth's eyes.
Just at this time, a ray of golden sunlight shone in through the room window, falling precisely on Wang Lin.
The rich darkness aura also converged rapidly at this time, surging back into Long Xiaoyao's body, but half of Wang Lin's body remained in the darkness.
"It's dawn!"
Wang Lin stared at the sun that had risen at some point with his gray eyes and spoke suddenly.
"Yes, it's dawn."
Long Xiaoyao stood beside Wang Lin, reached out to pat Wang Lin's shoulder, and looked out the window at the rising sun with him.
"Kid, stay in this inn. We will come to pick you up in three days."
Zhang Peng spoke up at this moment, spoiling the scenery.
"Leaving now, Wang Lin. Stay put."
Long Xiaoyao also said in a deep voice.
He took out the black robe he had put away earlier and shrouded himself in it.
Zhang Peng did the same.
The two black-robed men were much more polite when leaving than when they arrived, not forgetting to close the room door.
That unlucky youth with the Resentful Soul martial soul was naturally left behind by the two, while Hong Juan's corpse was taken away directly by Zhang Peng.
"Phew!"
After sending off Long Xiaoyao and Zhang Peng, Wang Lin sat back on the bed, let out a huge breath, stared at the ceiling, and spaced out.
In just one short night, first Electrolux suddenly appeared, giving him a huge surprise.
Subsequently, Long Xiaoyao and Zhang Peng broke in, giving him a huge scare.
Then he was accepted as a disciple.
With so many twists and turns, Wang Lin inevitably felt a bit dazed.
Click!
The sound of the door opening rang out abruptly.
Wang Lin came back to his senses and found that the youth who had been left behind was standing in front of the door, opening it cautiously.
"If you want to leave, you can just leave."
Wang Lin spoke suddenly, startling the youth.
Click!
The youth hurriedly closed the room door that had opened a crack, turning back to look at Wang Lin with terror and guilt.
"If you want to leave, you can just leave."
Wang Lin repeated again.
"Those two just now were both Titled Douluo level existences. If you want to leave, I won't stop you. Likewise, I won't save you a second time. Since they left with peace of mind, they aren't afraid of you running."
"If you dare to run, the outcome will likely be the same as that Hong Juan. Crack!"
"Ah!"
As soon as that cracking sound came out, the youth was instantly startled.
Clearly, this youth had not experienced scenes of death yet.
The whole person froze on the spot directly.
Wang Lin looked at the stunned youth, shook his head, sat cross-legged on the bed, and called out to Electrolux in his heart.
"Elder Yi, Elder Yi..."
Soon, an aged voice rang out in Wang Lin's ear.
"What is it, Little friend?"
"Where are you living now?"
Wang Lin asked directly.
As the seal on the spiritual sea was broken by Electrolux, Wang Lin had the ability to check his own spiritual sea.
In that white ocean, he did not find Electrolux's figure, only the Life Magic Wand he had put away.
"Of course I am living in this staff. This old man is now equivalent to the Tool Spirit of the staff. I have never been a Tool Spirit before!"
Wang Lin: ...
I don't know why, but I always feel this Electrolux of mine is a bit improper.
"Then do I have a way to block you from sensing the thoughts in my heart!?"
"Yes, just wrap your spiritual sea with your mental power. This old man said before that your soul is spe..."
Before Electrolux finished his sentence, materialized mental power instantly wrapped around the entire spiritual sea, and the voice in Wang Lin's ear disappeared at this moment.
"It really works!"
Sighing with emotion in his heart, Wang Lin hurriedly removed the mental power wrapping the spiritual sea and called out in his heart again: "Elder Yi, Elder Yi..."
"Can you still take me away now!?"
"Yes, die of thirst!"
Gray light flashed, and Electrolux's figure drilled out from Wang Lin's spiritual sea.
He said without politeness.
At the same time, a layer of invisible fluctuation instantly spread from Wang Lin's spiritual sea to his whole body.
An invisible fluctuation also enveloped the unlucky youth standing at the side, shielding the youth's perception of him and Wang Lin.
In the youth's perception, Wang Lin sat on the bed meditating with closed eyes, and Electrolux did not exist.
A strange sensation also came from Wang Lin's left arm.
He looked at the youth, and also placed his gaze on his own arm, suddenly discovering that a finger-sized black mark had appeared on his arm at some point.
"When!?"
Sensing the rich darkness aura permeating the black mark, Wang Lin knew this must have been left by Long Xiaoyao.
"At dawn."
"Uh, sorry, Elder Yi. Before blocking next time, I will remember to tell you."
Hearing Electrolux's still resentful tone, Wang Lin chose to admit defeat directly; after all, he was indeed abrupt just now.
"Knowing your mistake is enough."
Electrolux said in a deep voice, his tone softening a lot.
"However, which world are you from, Little friend? You seem to know a lot of things? And you seem very familiar with this old man?"
It was no wonder Electrolux asked that.
In the Peerless Tang Sect that Wang Lin had read, Electrolux was a kind, gentle, and powerful Grandpa.
He was also very good to Huo Yuhao, so Wang Lin subconsciously felt close to Electrolux.
"Uh, well, I come from a very far place. Mainly because you are quite famous in my world, so I know something about you."
Wang Lin was stunned for a moment.
While answering, he controlled his mental power to wrap around his spiritual sea and secretly thought in his heart.
I even know how your divine consciousness fragment disappeared in this Douluo Plane. That was unprecedented and never to be repeated—it disappeared because of monthly tickets.