The originally restless heart inexplicably cald down.
Inside the venue, many people, like the young man at that mont, finally fixed their gaze on the sinister Albert Lester.
They were not yet masters, nor did they understand face reading.
But at this mont, they all understood one thing in their hearts.
To enter the Mystical Sect, one must first learn to face their enemy head-on.
The establishnt of the Taoism Academy’s affiliate was not just to provide everyone with another option in the college entrance examination.
Choosing this path is akin to embracing the Tao.
Only those with determined minds should enter.
After Scarlett Jennings finished speaking, she glanced at the audience again and noticed the spiritual light rising from several children.
Her originally solemn and serious expression softened slightly as she continued,
"After today’s lecture, students interested in joining the Mystical Sect may consult the official staff and test their spiritual power. Subsequent enrollnt in the Taoism Academy will prioritize those able to sense spiritual energy."
Scarlett Jennings’ words instantly shifted the crowd’s focus back to the main topic, away from the previous anger and condemnation toward Albert Lester.
Subsequently, Donovan Jennings arranged for students from the Taoism Academy and personnel from the Security Bureau to assist with consultation and testing. anwhile, Scarlett Jennings led the perverse murderer Albert Lester off the stage.
Backstage, Scarlett Jennings released the speech restriction on Albert Lester.
Finally able to speak again, Albert Lester laughed heartily at Scarlett Jennings,
"Scarlett Jennings, do you think dragging out to publicly confess my cris is a punishnt? Ha! I should thank you! Thank you for making famous!
From today onward, my na, Albert Lester, and my deeds will be known across the internet. I will even have my own followers who will look up to , idolize ..."
Even though his body and soul were still bound, and he hadn’t managed to kill Scarlett Jennings in front of everyone, thanks to her, he had still gained fa.
Scarlett Jennings listened quietly to his arrogant and wild words for quite a while, then rely asked him,
"What are you so happy about?"
Her expression was calm, and there was no hint of anger towards him in her eyes.
She didn’t deny his words because she knew that even vile individuals like Albert Lester would have people who admired them.
However...
"You might indeed have followers, but that’s only a small part. Far more people will choose to curse and despise you."
Albert Lester remained unmoved, "Heh, so what?"
Being cursed a few tis didn’t matter to him.
The ones he killed cursed and resented him before they died, but what difference did it make?
Didn’t they still end up being killed by him?
"Do you think all these curses and despises have nothing to do with you?
Let tell you, every bit of contempt you receive in this life will beco the basis for judging you after death. Every shred of hatred you create in this world will transform into a blade in your future lives, coming to claim its due, slice by slice."
Scarlett Jennings looked at him, a faint, mocking smile at the corner of her lips,
"Do you know why pigs are slaughtered? Because in their previous life, they were evil people like you. Ever seen a roast duck being carved into pieces? Each piece will be your fate in your next life until you’ve fully paid your karmic debt. Otherwise, for hundreds of reincarnations, you’ll beco livestock waiting to be slaughtered."
Listening to her words, Albert Lester thought of the cats and dogs he had tortured and killed, and a flash of fear crossed his heart, but his face remained calm and composed,
"You don’t have to scare . What does the next life have to do with my current life?"
As long as he enjoyed this life, what happened in the next one was irrelevant to him!
Admittedly, as a murderer with no remorse, his ntal world was robust enough that he wouldn’t easily crumble from a few sentences.
Yet, Scarlett Jennings still calmly stared at him, and after a long silence, she asked,
"If the next life has nothing to do with you, then what about the people in this life? Your parents’ chart shows they’re still alive, but how long has it been since they last cared about you?
Not hearing about their son for so long, and suddenly finding out all over the internet that he is a perverted serial killer, what will they think?
Will they be angry, disgusted? Will they think their son has disgraced them? They’re probably relieved they divorced you early on, aren’t they? Wishing they could erase your shaful existence from their lives..."
When Scarlett Jennings talked about the next life, Albert Lester was unmoved, but when she ntioned this life and his parents, his expression twisted and contorted. As he continued listening, veins swelled on his forehead and neck, and his deanor turned sinister and terrifying,
"Shut up... stop talking, stop talking! I’m telling you to shut up!"
The man roared, his expression full of rage, clearly provoked by Scarlett Jennings’ words.
Or perhaps he was frightened.
Even a born fiend has weaknesses, if you know where to look.
To strike at the heart isn’t that difficult.
Scarlett Jennings and Albert Lester’s exchange was unreserved, and outside the door, the police captain and team mbers who intended to take the prisoner into custody remained motionless.
In silence, they listened to Albert Lester’s rage within for a long ti before the police captain finally remarked,
"This Scarlett Jennings really has a talent for being a detective, especially in interrogation."
Striking at the heart, making the criminal quickly let down their defenses, is the most effective way to obtain a full confession.
It’s a pity she joined the Mystical Sect.
As the group concluded that the drama inside was about done and were about to knock on the door, they heard Albert Lester’s voice pause, followed by a sowhat terrified inquiry,
"What are you doing?"
Inside, before Albert Lester, appeared the opening of a dinsional space.
Within the space, flas raged as if depicting scenes from hell, close enough to seemingly lt the soul.
This, of course, wasn’t the Ghost Gate.
Even a master couldn’t justify sending the living into the Ghost Gate.
This was rely Scarlett Jennings’ mind domain, which she had shaped into a vision of hell within the space.
At that mont, Scarlett Jennings resembled a judge from hell, staring at him impassively with a voice calm and detached,
"Did you think today’s charade was rely to subject you to public judgnt and scorn, to let you feel the disdain and hatred of your kin?"
Albert Lester looked at her blankly, his expression vaguely questioning, if not that, then what?
Did she intend to kill him instead?
Scarlett Jennings’ lips curled slightly as she replied,
"Since you made your thirtieth target for torture, you should also accept the consequences of failing against ."
Had it been anyone else, his consequences might have been being killed, captured, imprisoned.
Unfortunately, Scarlett Jennings was no ordinary person.
She was a master, a half-demon mystic with her mind domain.
Since it was he who harbored malice toward her first, she bore no karmic responsibility for retaliating.
Scarlett Jennings wasn’t one to forgive and forget when threatened.
Additionally, she rembered her promise to the ghost spirits of those he had murdered.
Before officially handing him over to the police, it was only fair to give him a living taste of the experiences suffered by the twenty-nine human lives and fifty-six animal lives he had taken.
Albert Lester saw Scarlett Jennings calmly raise a Yellow Talisman and wave it lightly before his eyes.
In the next instant, his vision blurred, as if undergoing so kind of transformation.
When he focused again, his pupils shook violently.
There, behind Scarlett Jennings, appeared dozens of shadow souls.
These shadow souls belonged to the individuals among the twenty-nine people he had murdered.
They stood there, gazing at him with cold, eerie eyes.
Albert Lester was seized by a palpable, ominous foreboding...
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