Restarting the myth

The car drove into Lundan, and Wayne randomly chose an alley to abandon it and gave the supplies in the car to the destined person.

The four took a taxi back to the detective agency. Veronica and the other two were anxious to return to the college. They still had graduation papers and reports on the elimination of death bases to complete.

Before leaving, the three expressed their gratitude to Wayne. No matter what, Wayne saved them.

After these days, they will bring gifts to the detective agency.

Chris told Wayne not to go out if he had nothing to do. Although the death aura on him dissipated due to the Gate of Truth, it was a blessing in disguise, but there were still other death walkers in Lundan, and he might be targeted again one day.

Chris valued Wayne very much and wanted to take him to the college to handle the admission ceremony now, but Evanston was a women's college and it was impossible to recruit male students.

Chris remembered that there was a night school specializing in training magicians. She still needed to consult about the specific situation. Moreover, the night school was a crash course with limited teaching content. She would have to tutor Wayne in person for some time in the future.

After Wayne completes his initial studies and accumulates a certain amount of knowledge, a qualified mentor will be recommended to him.

In this way, Wayne will bathe in the glory of the goddess and will definitely take the initiative to embrace the moonlight.

This is a sure thing!

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Wayne waved goodbye to the three people and followed Chris's advice not to go out unless necessary.

He stopped a taxi at the door and went to the apartment where the failed art student lived.

Don't go out unless necessary, he has something to do.

It's time to meet the Spirit of Vengeance!

Wayne signed a contract with the Wrathful Dog and got the first summoned beast. Before, his magic power was zero and he couldn't feed the other party to make it move freely.

Now it's different. Wayne is like a young man who has just gained superpowers. He feels very good about himself and can't wait to wake up his servants.

In addition to the expectation of the first summoned beast, he has another reason to go. The Spirit of Vengeance has awakened. If he can't get the magic power of the master for a long time, he will fall into madness due to hunger and there is a great possibility that he will devour the master.

As the sky got darker, Wayne didn't want to delay and planned to make a quick decision and take the dog home before nightfall.

Of course, he was not without any precautions. Just in case, he put the Bible that restrained evil spirits in his arms.

And white gloves.

He was confident that even if he was unlucky enough to be targeted by a ghost, he could turn the tables and chase the other party around. It was really uncertain who would scare whom.

Today is different from the past. The young man is not poor... Well, not so poor anymore, at least he is not afraid of ghosts!

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The taxi stopped by the roadside, and Wayne followed the guidance of the Book of Greed to find the burial place of the spirit of revenge.

The Book of Greed can only capture the wailing of the vengeful spirits, but cannot respond to the wishes of the living. This made Wayne very angry. It would be better to be a living person. Signing a master-servant contract with the magic girl, it would be a step-by-step, and the path of the mage would definitely be smoother.

With the Book of Greed leading the way, Wayne arrived at his destination as if he had a red name. It was a wasteland backed by a pet shelter, and there was a veterinary clinic nearby. From time to time, he could hear the barking of large dogs.

As night approached, the barking sounded like a wolf howling, and with the gradually spreading fog, the atmosphere immediately became gloomy and weird.

It was really weird. Wayne saw a lot of green light spots coming out of the ground, gathering together like phosphorescent fire, jumping with a faint chill.

"Damn taxi driver, he must have taken a detour!"

Wayne complained that he was late. After a few steps, he stopped in front of a soft mud. He closed his eyes and sensed, calling his followers and servants, and transmitted magic to them through the Book of Greed.

The soft and wet soil slowly bulged, and a rotten claw crawled out. The disgusting stench hit Wayne, who couldn't help but cover his nose.

Having a dog's nose is not necessarily a good thing. It breaks many fantasies, such as the fart of a beautiful girl is fragrant.

The large dog with a rotten body crawled out of the cemetery, one eyeball was gray, and the other side had a dark green flame in the dark eye socket. With the magic power of the master, the rotten flesh on its body fell off quickly, leaving only a skeleton.

The hazy mist accumulated and wrapped around the skeleton of the undead dog like an arm, reorganizing the translucent body, which looked both evil and hideous, and somewhat heroic and handsome.

This is a Doberman, with a compact and well-proportioned body, with a shoulder height of nearly 70 cm, and no ears or tail cut, so the drooping ears did not stand up.

The rotten smell in the air dissipated a lot, and the two looked at each other. The Doberman showed his gums and growled, and Wayne saw the deep resentment in his eyes.

Pictures flashed by, explaining the past of the spirit of revenge.

This Doberman was raised as a pet by a little boy. The boy grew up to be a young man and enrolled in the army. The boy's family had no time to take care of the Doberman, so they fostered it in a pet shelter.

The staff of the shelter did not care about the dogs. They deducted fees to make money, used the cheapest and inferior dog food, and sometimes starved them for a few meals. They put the dogs in cages and washed them with water when they were bathed. The Doberman suffered from bacterial infection because his ears were not cut.

Later, the Doberman became pregnant and gave birth to seven puppies.

The staff of the shelter came to their senses, registered the seven puppies, and applied for a wave of dog food funds. The money was not spent on the Doberman, but all went into the pockets of the staff. The seven puppies were thrown to death by the staff in front of the Doberman.

The fog was very thick that night, and the Doberman went crazy. He was starved to death because of attacking the staff, and he was buried in a pit dug in the wasteland.

In this wasteland, there are still many pets that died due to abuse. Whenever night falls, the remaining cold light floats up.

"Damn it!"

Wayne had a headache. He sensed the Doberman's desire for revenge and understood the meaning of the name of the Spirit of Vengeance.

The Spirit of Vengeance was not named randomly. If Wayne wanted to gain the other party's loyalty, he had to let the other party complete the revenge. Only in this way, the Spirit of Vengeance would bid farewell to the past.

This is a headache!

As a scumbag who loves cats and dogs, Wayne hates animal abuse, especially the employees of the pet shelter. They deserve to be entangled by the Spirit of Vengeance for taking the salary but not doing their job.

However, Wayne believes that human life is more important than dog life, so he lets the Doberman complete the revenge...

"Woo woo woo————"

The Spirit of Vengeance immediately became restless after noticing Wayne's hesitation, and the low roar in his throat became stronger and stronger.

"Don't make a fuss, I didn't say no."

Wayne hesitated for a moment and took out a coin from his pocket: "How about this, let's flip a coin to decide, heads, you go and complete your revenge, tails, I'll help you get justice through legal means, how about it?"

The Spirit of Vengeance was not satisfied with this arrangement, staring at Wayne's neck, as if thinking about the feasibility of devouring the master in exchange for freedom of movement.

Wayne touched his neck and said with a toothache: "Good dog, I'm a detective, I'm best at collecting evidence, with my help, those guys who don't do anything will definitely be swept out of the shelter. Then I'll spend money to buy some traffic, hype it up in the newspaper, and denounce these inhumane scums. The angry people will not let them go."

The Spirit of Vengeance didn't understand, and was eager to try to devour the master.

Wayne was helpless, only feeling that the Spirit of Vengeance was difficult to communicate with, and he calmed the other party down by holding the Bible.

The man and the dog confronted each other on the spot. After a long while, the night fell completely, and the surrounding fog was filled to an exaggerated level.

The body of the Spirit of Vengeance was originally condensed from the mist, and it merged with the mist. The two balls of cold flames that kept jumping doubled the pressure on Wayne.

Maybe, perhaps, 80% of the time, he couldn't beat this dog.

"Let me take a step back. I will love you well in the future, use the best dog food and the best doghouse to entertain you. Give me some face. After all, I am your master." Wayne said with a serious face.

This time, the Spirit of Vengeance did not resist again. It was probably because Wayne's description awakened its good memories in the past. It silently agreed to toss a coin to make a choice.

"People do it, God sees it, let God decide their fate..."

Wayne shrugged, raised his hand and flicked the coin into the air. The sight of the man and the dog followed the coin down until the coin was stuck vertically in the mud.

"..." x2

Wayne was confused, and the dog was confused too. It was neither the front nor the back. How to choose?

Wayne came back to his senses and said in a deep voice: "It's half and half if you bite them half to death. After that, I will investigate and collect evidence and criticize their evil deeds in the newspaper."

The Spirit of Vengeance didn't say anything, struggling whether to throw it again.

"Don't worry, I'm very good to my dog. I guarantee that this group of people will lose their jobs and wander the streets. When they find a job, I will buy traffic and denounce the black-hearted boss who provides them with jobs..."

Wayne became more and more excited as he spoke. This was the first time he knew that he was so bad: "You know, wandering the streets must sleep on the streets. You often stay up late at night, and you get lost and meet them again, and then bite and chase them all the time, so that they continue to fall into the nightmare of revenge by the vengeful dog."

The eyes of the Spirit of Vengeance lit up, and he nodded repeatedly to indicate that this was a good idea. It would be too easy to kill those people all at once.

Master, you are so bad!

"I'm only bad occasionally, as long as you like it."

Wayne replied subconsciously, and was stunned for a moment after speaking, realizing that he could hear the voice in the other person's heart.

"Go, it's too late, I'm still waiting to go home!"

"Roar, roar, roar————"

The fog surged up, and the violent resentment instantly raised a ten-meter-high fog wall, carrying green ghost fires, and rushed towards the pet shelter like a tsunami.

That night, screams and barking, the whole shelter was covered with fear.

The next day, the newspaper published the news that the shelter staff were attacked by mad dogs.

The employees had horrible bite marks on their bodies and were infected with viruses and had a high fever. At the end of the report, the reporter expressed regret, saying that a group of kind-hearted people who love animals should not end up like this.

The public also expressed sympathy, and some went to the hospital to visit them.

After the incident fermented for two days, the newspaper once again published shocking texts, cold photos with curse-like texts, and set off a large number of condemnations.

The corpses buried in the wasteland were dug out, and a bunch of photos came into the public eye, and the heat continued...

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At night, detective agency.

Wayne put down the newspaper and black tea, looked around: "Hey, where is Abin? Did he run out to play with others again?"

"It's late at night, so energetic!"