From the time travel, I became extraordinary

Chapter 163 Notebook

In the narrow alley next to the building, more than a dozen large plastic barrels specially used to hold garbage are placed side by side.

It's not just the Jinxia Building. All kinds of garbage generated by residents in the six or seven nearby buildings are piled up in this place every day. It won't be until tomorrow morning that sanitation workers will come and take away all the garbage.

The plastic barrel has long been filled with garbage. Garbage bags of all sizes mixed with other kinds of garbage are piled directly on top of the barrel. At first glance, it looks like a small hill.

With a flashlight in his hand, Uncle Lin searched through the piles of garbage.

"Finally found it, it's this garbage bag!"

After searching for several minutes, the relatively clean security uniform on Uncle Lin was now greasy and stained with water, and it looked extremely dirty.

Fortunately, hard work pays off and he finally found the goal he wanted to achieve.

Recalling the shape and style of the garbage bag in Jiang Yao's hand, and after confirming that he had not made a mistake, he carefully dragged out the garbage bag and opened it.

He simply put the small flashlight in his mouth. With both hands free, it was much easier for him to search for garbage in the bag.

"A nail? Judging from its shape, it should be cut from a man's finger. If nothing unexpected happens, the owner of this nail must be Jiang."

"With this thing, I finally have a medium for casting spells. However, the several types of black magic I have performed use hair as a medium, and the effects are better."

"Don't worry. There's a lot of stuff in such a big bag of garbage. Let's keep looking for it."

With a smile of joy from the bottom of his heart on his face, Uncle Lin took out a tissue, carefully wrapped the nail, and put it in his pocket.

Another minute or two passed, and when he found a slightly curly hair from the bottom of the garbage bag, he could no longer control his ecstasy. Holding the hair in his hand, shining the flashlight on it, he began to laugh wildly.

"Jiang Yaozu, I want to see how you die..."

Since Jiang Yao has the ability to kill his little ghost, he must not be an ordinary person.

In Uncle Lin's opinion, ordinary black magic would not be able to do anything to this person.

Like the female police officer Jie Ting, after she was hit by her own black magic, wasn’t it successfully broken by others?
But now, with this hair, Uncle Lin feels at ease.

After all, his most powerful form of black magic can only be successfully performed through the target's hair as a medium.

In his residence, other related spell-casting items had already been prepared.

He had already prepared everything he needed to unleash this heart-eating poison, except for the right time.

"What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded and reached Uncle Lin's ears.

Just as he was about to pack up the hair and go home, he was stunned. He looked in the direction where the sound came from.

At the entrance of the alley a few steps away, Jiang Yao, who also had a somewhat happy expression on his face, was standing there quietly with a joking look on his face.

Just now, when Uncle Lin took out a nail from the garbage bag and happily wrapped it up and put it away, Jiang Yao had silently walked to the entrance of the alley.

It was just that Uncle Lin was so engrossed in rummaging through the garbage bag that he didn't notice his arrival.

With the intention of watching the show, Jiang Yao did not disturb him and just watched from the side.

When Uncle Lin picked up a hairy stick and laughed strangely, the panel light screen here, which had been unresponsive for a long time, suddenly popped up automatically.

[On March 12, 2000, you were attacked by a sorcerer and suddenly fell into a coma. Three days later, your whole body was festered and you died...]

Chinese characters jumped in front of Jiang Yao one by one. Soon, all the characters disappeared. On the screen of his panel, under the column of disaster, there appeared several large characters "evil calamity".

When he first got the golden finger, because he was very weak, any evil creature he encountered could turn into a disaster and pose a fatal threat to him.

As his strength grows day by day, there are not many things that can threaten him.

During this time since coming to Hong Kong, although he often got into trouble, he had never really encountered a disaster.

At this moment, the light curtain panel suddenly popped up, reminding him that a disaster was coming. Not only did Jiang Yao not feel any fear, but it also gave him a strange feeling that he was favored by the goddess of luck.

"Brother Yao, why are you here?"

"Just now, I saw a dark figure sneaking into this alley. I was worried that it was a thief, so I came over here to take a look..."

Uncle Lin was obviously startled when he saw Jiang Yao.

With his signature simple smile on his face, he explained as he backed away bit by bit without leaving any trace.

Before he could finish his words, a huge force hit his heart, blasting him into the air and crashing into the wall on the side of the alley.

Jiang Yao, who was originally a few steps away from him, kicked him away like a gust of wind. Before Uncle Lin could stand up again, he slapped him in the face, knocking him unconscious.

"Is this the so-called sorcerer?" Jiang Yao curled his lips with a look of disdain.

In his opinion, Uncle Lin was no different from ordinary people, except that he was a little thicker-skinned. A guy like him could only hide and use black magic to plot against others. If he were exposed to the sun, not to mention himself, a few ordinary people with weapons could kill him.

After all, although ordinary people cannot cope with Uncle Lin's black magic, he cannot cast the spell instantly. He has to make various preparations in advance before he can successfully cast the spell.

Besides, now that his identity has been exposed, others can't deal with his flying heads and little ghosts, so why not just get rid of him first?

To be honest, compared with Uncle Lin, Jiang Yao himself is not much stronger.

Although the tricks he mastered were powerful, he was still a mortal. Even from a distance, a sniper rifle, let alone a sniper rifle, could kill him with just a volley of bullets from the most common AK.

After confirming that Uncle Lin had fainted, Jiang Yao squatted beside him and began searching.

After he found the nail and the hair, he destroyed them immediately.

Since there are disaster prompts on the panel, it means that once these things fall into Uncle Lin’s hands, they will really pose a fatal threat to him.

Afterwards, the notebook that Uncle Lin carried with him was quickly found by Jiang Yao.

[On the sixth day of the seventh month of the year 1990, the hospital's examination report came out, indicating that I had advanced lung cancer. I was completely desperate and returned home.

It was another strange man whom I had never met before, fooling around with my wife in the room. I endured it, pretending I didn't see or hear anything.

After the adulterer left, I said a few words to my wife, and she picked up a stool and hit me on the head, causing my head to bleed. I continued to endure it.

[July 12, 1990. I got my salary today. After giving all the money to my wife, she was in a good mood and didn’t hit me. She even took the initiative to cook dinner in the evening. After dinner, I washed the dishes. My wife went to Lao Wang’s house next door and didn’t come back all night.]

[On July 15, 1990, I returned home from get off work despite being sick. On the sofa in the living room, my wife was wearing only her underwear and flirting with a strange man. When she saw me, she called me a loser and asked me to buy a small umbrella for her and her lover. I was heartbroken, but I still endured it.]

……

With the light of the flashlight, Jiang Yao opened his notebook, but after reading only a few pages, he felt he couldn't continue reading.

Is this a diary? No, this is a history of the growth of the Ninja Turtles.

Judging from the timeline on the first few pages of the diary, everything he saw was written ten years ago.

"Living in this world like that, it's better to just die as soon as possible."

"Who is this "I" in the diary referring to? Is it Uncle Lin in front of me?"

"It should be him, otherwise he wouldn't carry this diary with him."

"Ten years ago, he was already in the advanced stage of lung cancer, but he is still alive and well. Is it because he learned black magic and used the power of evil magic to prolong his life?"

……

For some things, the more you think about them, the more curious you become.

After thinking about it for a long time, Jiang Yao couldn't control his curiosity after all. He opened the closed notebook again and began to browse the contents at the back.

[On the third day of August in the year of 1990, I was kicked out by my wife and was wandering on the street in the middle of the night when I met a strange man.

The man's name was Samba. He said he was a sorcerer. He said that I had hatred and resentment in my heart and asked me if I wanted revenge.

I rejected him. After all, I was in the advanced stage of lung cancer and was dying. Although my wife had many hats for me, I still loved her. It was because I was not good enough in that aspect and could not satisfy her.

[On the fifth day of the eighth month of the year 1990, I drank a bottle of beer at night. My wife disliked the smell of alcohol and kicked me out again.

But I know that those are all excuses. There is a man hiding in the closet and there is also a man hiding behind the curtains. I know all this, but I didn't expose my wife.

After all, she knew to hide those two men and didn't do anything in front of me. She is slowly getting better, which means that she still has me in her heart.

As I was hiding under the overpass preparing to spend the night, I met the sorcerer named Samba again. He said that we had a connection and that he was here to save me.

I thought he was playing tricks and ignored him. He then told me that as long as I became his disciple, my lung cancer would be nothing and would not take my life.

At that moment, I admit that I was moved. My wife was getting better. In such a dark life, I finally saw a glimmer of hope. I couldn't bear to leave my wife. I really didn't want to die.

Seeing that I agreed to become his disciple, Samba gave me a palm-sized ghost doll with fangs and asked me to take it home.

That night, my wife died, and her two adulterers also died. I killed them.

There was a voice in my head that kept telling me to kill them, and I seemed to have lost my mind and dismembered them all.

After waking up, I didn't seem to regret it. The little ghost doll that Master Samba gave me felt very close and cute to me, as if it had come alive. It could chat with me, understand my instructions and do many things.

When I met Master Samba again, he told me that I had become a sorcerer and asked me to follow him back to Southeast Asia.

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(End of this chapter)