My Lusty Wicked Degenerate System-Chapter 37: I Don’t Like Living Under Someone Else’s Roof

Walker shook his head and walked into the dark alley next to him. After asking Yakov to stand still, he stretched out his finger and touched his forehead. Then he began to wave his finger in the air as if he was painting.

An inscription appeared suspended in mid-air in front of him. The scene was very strange, but Yakov was knowledgeable and did not make a fuss.

The inscription gradually turned into four symbols. Walker pointed casually: "Rise!"

Obviously, the four charms were not substantial entities, but they ignited fire in an instant. After burning, a blank piece of yellow paper appeared in Walker's hand.

"Okay!" Walker said as he folded the blank yellow paper.

"Is it okay now?" Yakov was a little surprised. It was just a blink of an eye, probably only one second.

Walker looked at him and said with a sneer:

"Why do you think it's not grand enough? Why don't you choose an auspicious day like those famous and upright sects, find a place with royal aura, set out three animals and five fruits, pay homage to the heaven and earth, and then perform a ritual?"

"No, no, I was the one who said too much, please calm down, Master."

Yakov smiled awkwardly and quickly admitted his mistake. Walker's unhappy tone made him dare not think too much. At the same time, he secretly thought that these unorthodox ways were better. There were not so many fancy things. They were simple and practical and really worthy of praise.

Walker put away the yellow paper charm. At this time, the person Yakov was looking for also arrived. He was not very impressive in appearance and no one would even take a second look at him if he was lost in the crowd. He was dressed very ordinary and looked like a migrant worker.

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Yakov called the people to the side and gave them some instructions, then he ran to the side to watch the fun.

"Master, there is plenty of time. It's just past 12 o'clock."

Yakov looked at the time and said excitedly, "Originally I was reluctant to use these people, fearing that they would cause trouble, but now it is most appropriate to ask them to do it. I guarantee that they will act with moderation and no one will be killed."

The ugly guy raised his hand, and more than a dozen guys with gloomy faces and ferocious looks gathered together.

More than ten people quickly walked towards the convenience store. Before entering, they all took out their small machetes and closed the rolling shutter door immediately without waiting for the people inside to react.

The panicked sounds from inside disappeared in just a moment, and it seemed that they quickly controlled the situation after entering. It can be said that this group of people are very experienced.

It only took five minutes. As soon as the door opened, they scattered in all directions. It seemed that they had even planned how to leave when they came.

"Call the police, call the police..."

"Call an ambulance. There's so much blood. I hope he's okay."

When Yakov heard that a lot of blood had been shed, he was so worried that he cursed: "What the hell, I promised you that I won't pay you if you kill someone. Money is one thing, but please don't do anything to me."

Walker also frowned. Although it was a story he made up, it would be a relief for him if the old bastard died.

Soon the ambulance and police car arrived and took the landlord, who was lying in a pool of blood, to the hospital. Yakov was worried about his life or death and quickly drove after them.

Half an hour later, Yakov got the news and returned to the car and said happily: "Master, it is indeed more reliable to hire a professional."

"The old man's hands and feet were all broken. Not only were his bones broken, but his tendons were also cut and a section of them was pulled out. Even if he recovers, he will be a cripple who can only use a wheelchair. A few ribs were broken, but his internal organs were not injured."

So simple? Walker frowned subconsciously.

Because that ugly guy was silent, but he exuded a sinister aura. He must be a cruel and bloodthirsty person, or maybe his pleasure was no longer just killing, but torture.

That kind of person has a twisted mentality. He doesn't like killing people like crazy, or the sound of breaking bones, or the screams of living people or the smell of blood. Breaking limbs will never satisfy him.

Sure enough, Yakov answered the phone, stared at the phone for a moment, and then said "OK" a few times. When he turned around and spoke again, he was so scared that he swallowed his saliva:

"I didn't get to know the details just now, so I asked someone to ask the doctor who performed the surgery. The old man's life is not in danger, but the boy was very ruthless. Not only did he break his hands and feet, he also cut off a piece of his nose, cut off his two ears, and cut his lips into several pieces."

"This is complete disfigurement. He won't die, but after being cured, he will be no different from a ghost, and..."

"And he took the severed ears and nose away, right..."

Walker instantly figured out what was going on with the fishy smell on that boy. He must have a fetish for eating human flesh.

"Yes, the master is really good at predicting things." Yakov wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "I thought that guy was weird before, but I didn't expect him to be so ruthless. This money is worth it."

Walker was satisfied. When he thought of the miserable state of the landlord, he felt extremely happy.

He took out the blank yellow paper and said, "Put this yellow charm into a pendant and hang it around your neck. You must wear it with you all the time. It is a tool for casting spells. It will balance the yin and yang between you and this guy."

"Balance?" Yakov took it carefully, not quite understanding it for a moment.

"To be more precise, the more miserable the old man is, the better your fortune will be, and the more powerful this charm will be."

Walker said casually: "This is a charm to protect you. It will be difficult for someone to harm you if you wear it. Besides, I will be the first to know who attacks you, so you must never leave this charm."

"If you had this charm before, not to mention that one ghost baby, even if ten of them came, they wouldn't be able to possess you."

"I understand. Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."

When Yakov heard that the charm was so powerful, he was extremely excited. He quickly put the yellow paper away and thought about finding a bag to put it in and hang it around his neck.

Walker was not fooling him this time. This charm did have a certain power to protect himself, but it also had the effect of monitoring him. Once this guy had any bad intentions, Walker could take his life with just a thought.

This is certainly not because Walker has a change of heart. In order to completely subdue Faye, he must die, but before he dies, he must squeeze out all his value.

With this thought in mind, Walker pondered for a moment and said, "Let's get off the car first. To be safe, let's try out the power of this charm. I'm very familiar with killing people and destroying their souls, but I rarely use things like saving lives."

"Don't wait until something happens and it can't be used. It doesn't matter if you die or not, but I will lose face."

"Thank you, master!" Yakov was stunned and overjoyed. He probably didn't expect Walker to value him so much. He felt somewhat touched.

Taking him into the hospital, Walker waved his hand casually. Yakov felt a trance in front of his eyes, and the familiar feeling emerged again. With the naked eye, he could see distorted black shadows everywhere in the hospital, as blurry as fog.

With the experience, he was no longer afraid, but he was confused and a little unclear.

Walker said calmly: "I just died not long ago. I don't even have a little sorcery. Naturally, I can't gather into a form. Without a certain level of sorcery, it is impossible to condense a ghost body. I don't even have a specific appearance."

Seeing Walker's impatient expression, Yakov didn't dare to ask more questions. He clenched the yellow paper in his hand and walked bravely towards the place where the black fog was.

He was gritting his teeth and was already covered in cold sweats. His legs were so weak that he could hardly walk. The closer he got, the more he realized that the vague black fog had a rough outline. It vaguely looked like a person, but he knew in his heart that it was definitely not a person.

When it was about five meters away, the black fog suddenly turned around, and Yakov was so scared that he stopped and dared not move.

But in an instant, the black fog ran away with a strange cry as if it had seen a ghost. This stunned Yakov for a moment, and he immediately moved towards the other black fog with ecstasy in his heart.

Without exception, the black fogs all ran away in fear. If they ran too slowly, they seemed to be burned by something and screamed in pain.

Yakov ran around like crazy for a while, and only came back when he was too tired to run anymore. He said in surprise, "Master, this charm works. It's so powerful. The ghosts all ran away like crazy when they saw me."

"As long as it works, let's go."

As long as Yakov wears it with full confidence, it will be fine. After all, this guy is a high-ranking official, and he can slowly squeeze everything out of him.

It was the end of midnight, the legendary Yin hour had arrived, and Walker felt that he was beginning to feel hungry. Now the mana consumption provided by the system was particularly high. With the lessons learned from the past, he should fill his stomach first, otherwise he would be starving again tomorrow.

Yakov narrowed his eyes and asked flatteringly: "Master, where are we going now?"

Yes...where to go? He had been drifting rootlessly on the seashore for so many years and it seemed that he had no place to stay.

Walker was a little annoyed for a moment, lit a cigarette and said, "I still don't have a place to stay. I guess I have to find a house to live in tomorrow."

Yakov immediately volunteered, "Master, I will find you a place to live. I guarantee that it will be luxuriously decorated so that you can live comfortably."

"I don't like living under someone else's roof." Walker said coldly.