Demon Sage

The most suitable time to perform the ritual is the night when the moon first rises, or the dusk when the sun just sets. When the last ray of sunshine disappears, the evil creatures become free and cheer for it.

Their mood affects the success rate of the Demon Subduing Ceremony.

The location of the ceremony is not suitable for performing at home due to the relationship between spellcasting. It is best to choose a sparsely populated forest, open space, abandoned factory, etc.

In the first thirteen days of casting the spell, it is forbidden to wash the body with water (you cannot take a bath), this is to get close to such a filthy thing as the devil, and it must be kept dirty so that it can stink. The rotting animal carcasses used in the ritual are for this purpose. a little.

Doing so is foul to human senses, but very fragrant to demons.

Seven days before casting the spell, fasting garlic, although no one will like the smell of garlic, but the devil will hate garlic even more.

The preliminary preparations are complete, and the next step is to cast spells.

On the night of the casting day, a magic circle must be placed in the place where the spell is cast. There are various types of magic circles, and the specific arrangement depends on the existence the summoner wants to summon.

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The location of the note is a rare clean place in this area. There are piles of garbage, rotting food residues and broken household utensils. The smell below the vomit can't be covered.

This is the city's sewers, the dirtiest place in the whole city... maybe not one of them.

The handwriting on the spread note paper is slightly messy, and there is still a part of the content on the left. On the right paper is a general image of the ritual array, which was drawn with a pencil. .

On the left side of the note, there is a circle full of rotting lizards and mouse corpses. Naturally, the image style is exactly the same as the picture on the note.

Some people perform demon-subduing rituals in this dirty place. This is a fact that can be seen with a little discernment.

Has he succeeded?

This has to be asked by the young man sitting beside the ritual formation.

Xu Qiyun's line of sight has no focus. If anyone can see his mental state or soul state at the moment, it is roughly like a box of broken paint mixed together in water, fused in an irreversible form in the chaos, And then into a new color combination.

This process is not very painful.

Xu Qiyun would rather suffer, because it can make him feel his existence.

However, the actual state is to take a long-distance bus for several hours, run around a small tree for a thousand meters after getting off the bus, and finally do hundreds of big loops on the horizontal bar, and then go to the garbage dump to see the complicated CAD.

The dizziness and nausea made him want to spit out everything in his stomach.

It's just that judging from the nearby pool of vomit that was still slightly hot, he probably had nothing to vomit.

When the dizziness in my mind gradually diminished, some scattered memories began to emerge.

Donald Grant, 23 years old, was born in Preston, North Hack, Lane Empire in 1796, a recent graduate of the Religion Department of Godot University.

My father, the owner of a small grocery store in Preston, died in a grocery store fire in 1815.

My mother was a worker in a small workshop. Like my father, she died in a general store fire in 1815 in the imperial calendar...

The memory ends here!

Xu Qiyun was stunned. Why did he only have so little memory that the original soul of this body had amnesia?

Impossible, he is a college student, if there is a problem with his brain, how can he learn that knowledge, how can he graduate from college...

All the knowledge learned in the university has disappeared in my mind at this moment, and there is not a single bit of knowledge about religious studies left.

It's like the memory of life has been forcibly cut off by a certain existence, leaving only those memories that are extremely impressive, such as parents, such as the language learned since childhood, and nothing else.

Before Xu Qiyun was upset, when the dizziness disappeared, new memories began to appear in his mind. This time, it was accompanied by a needle-like pain and a hot burning sensation, as if someone had opened his heavenly lid and poured boiling water into it. , the feeling of boiling is almost all over the body.

This is not Donald's memory!

Xu Qiyun confirmed this, because he never felt this way during the fusion of the previous memory, and this time he didn't recall anything.

The scene in front of him suddenly began to blur, and his vision suddenly focused in front of him, ignoring the surrounding rubbish, and staring at the magic circle carved with the blood of unknown creatures. The center was filled with a six-pointed star filled with rotting animal corpses. Blood rings of various special symbols.

The next moment, the scene in front of me began to be clear, just like trying to wear glasses with lenses, adjusting the degree, and adjusting the clarity of the things in front of me, and finally I could see it completely.

And then, he understood the symbols above...

"Sacrifice...sacrifice...fall...soul...wait! What language is this!"

Covering his mouth, Donald looked at the magic circle in amazement. The symbols and marks on it did not belong to the native language in his mind. Under the premise of losing all religious memory, he should not be able to recognize them. content.

"Sacrifice... Sacrifice!"

Trying to repeat the meaning of one of the symbols, Donald listened to his own accent as he spoke. It was difficult to say the syllable with a human mouthpiece. The vocal cords and tongue seemed to be forcibly used as a tool for vocalization. It felt like Use a flat-blade screwdriver to unscrew the Phillips screw cap, it works, but it doesn't work very well, weird and unfamiliar.

This language and voice did not belong to his original soul, nor to Donald, but to another, more obscure, indistinguishable knowledge.

calm!

Be calm!

"Eat grapes without spitting up grape skins, without eating grapes, spitting up grape skins... eat grapes..."

In order to calm down his mind, Donald began to try to empty his mind first by using tongue twisters, speaking three languages ​​in turn.

This is a habit left over as a debater on a debate team in a previous life, and the effect... is still a little bit.

I, crossed over, here... it should be a sewer, and in front of me is a magic circle that I can understand. From the notes, it is a magic circle that is used to summon demons.

Originally a cult member? We are atheists.

Could it be that Donald's call brought my soul here?

It is meaningless to ignore this matter for the time being, the key lies in what to do next...

To live or to die, that is the question?

The self in the previous life should have been drowned by the flash flood. Maybe this rebirth was an opportunity given by God? Isn't it bad to waste.

Donald wanted to gather his thoughts, and such a simple thing was difficult to do at this time.

"It doesn't matter, the most meaningful thing in a person's life is to live a good life. It's better than dying young."

At this time, I can only use the spiritual victory method to make fun of hardships. It is always good to be alive.

Leave this ghost place first, you can't stay in the sewer all night.

Bend over to pick up the notes on the ground and the candles used for lighting around the circle. This is his own thing. He moves his eyes to the magic circle next to him, the place where he lived in his previous life. This kind of thing will never be seen in his life. , so subconsciously glanced twice.

Familiar, loved.

When these two emotions appeared in his mind, Donald shivered violently. Why did he feel good about the rotting corpse... Who the **** was the original owner of this body?

Is this what a human being should feel like?

But soon he found that the object of his emotions was not these rotting corpses, but a dark red bead in them.

While Donald was thinking about why he had this emotion and what the bead was, his index finger and thumb had already pinched the bead back and stuffed it directly into his waist pocket.

There are too many weird things happening, and your hands don't obey... Then don't listen, as long as you don't slap yourself in the opposite direction.

Holding the candle, avoiding the dirty things on the ground, and walking a few meters, Donald stopped and returned.

"No matter who you were before, at least now, I, that's me, even though I used your name, I really don't like cults or anything, so you can't keep the magic circle of the demon-subduing ceremony."

The place where the previous Donald Grant will perform the ceremony is chosen here, in addition to environmental considerations, it is obviously also to avoid being discovered by others. This means that this kind of behavior is equally inappropriate in this world. accepted.

Now that Donald Grant wants to live well, he naturally stays away from the existence of cults.

Donald didn't know how to get up, so he could only walk forward blindly. The rotten smell around him and the occasional rattle made his mood even lower.

Choose to focus back on yourself, observe your clothing, and try to find some clues about the world.

On his feet are a pair of brown leather shoes, dark brown long pants, a white shirt lined inside, a brown vest over the outer layer, and a gray cloak on the outside.

He searched all the pockets on his body, and in the left trouser pocket found a small bunch of keys, a copper pocket watch, and the time on it showed that it was six-thirty in the evening.

In the trouser pocket on the right was a handful of loose coins, 1 shilling and 5 pence. After a little bit of conversion in my mind, it was about 150 yuan.

An upward iron vertical ladder appeared in front of him. Donald put all the things in his hands back into his pockets. The strength of this body can only be said to be average, but it is no problem to climb a vertical ladder. After stepping up a few floors, his right hand He touched the manhole cover, pushed it up, and moved it to the side.

In the dark alley, two unfamiliar faces were looking down at him.

Donald's gaze stayed on their clothes for a few seconds, and then he saw the short knife in their hands glowing coldly in the moonlight.

"sorry for disturbance......"

Reaching out to pull the manhole cover next to him.

"Great King of Shadows, we are extremely grateful for your favor."

The two murderers looked at the lamb that came to the door and showed their respect to the **** of thieves.