Demon Sage

Black suspender trousers with two drawstrings hanging over the shoulders of a pale yellow shirt and brown domed hats, both young men, with grey stains on their faces and clothes to prove their identities as bottom and middle Wandering between layers.

They may be waiting for prey on the street outside, who knows that a person will emerge from the manhole cover behind them.

He was forced into the corner of the alleyway through the manhole cover with a short knife. The black and gray stone bricks could smell a faint smell of coal. Because of his nervousness, Donald's eyes kept lingering on these two people.

At this moment, his consciousness suddenly fell into a trance, which lasted for about three seconds, and the sight of his eyes seemed to be covered with a light red veil at the next moment.

"Two gentlemen, I don't want to have a conflict with you. Grey mist is coming out of you. Don't you plan to deal with it?"

Through the moonlight, looking through the red veil, Donald found that some gray mist began to escape from the shoulders and heads of the two men, roaming above their heads, thinking that something was wrong with their bodies, and wanted to remind them by reminding them. to salvage the situation.

Due to the high level of tension, he did not realize that the problem was actually his own.

"Gray fog... Mike, isn't this person a homeless person with mental problems? Will such a person have anything of value?"

The two young thieves looked at each other, and the one on the left said in a low voice, he began to wonder if he had gone wrong.

"This is his lie, look at his leather shoes and the vest under his cloak, this is not the dress of the lower class, I bet he must have a good family, he must be rich, kill him, in the last few days we may Don't worry about money."

Crime seems to be just an ordinary trivial matter in their mouths. In this era, killing people is not that difficult.

It's just that what Donald paid attention to at this time was obviously a bit deviated from reality. He swore that he absolutely saw the gray mist above the two people's heads, and when they walked towards him with their knives, red bloodshots began to appear in the gray mist.

what on earth is it......

"superior!"

Mike's Adam's apple rolled, and the low command made Donald feel a chill from the bottom of his heart, and fine goose bumps appeared on his skin.

This is a dead end, and there is no retreat at the rear. I just crossed it, so I have to die here again?

"Wait... no!"

The tip of the knife was only about 2 centimeters away from his chest. A wave of blood or something rushed into his mind. Donald stretched out his hand and shouted.

stopped.

The tip of the knife stopped!

The two thieves could only feel that the hand holding the knife was fixed in front of them, and it was no longer possible for them to move forward even a little bit.

"What's going on...my sword...the devil's family, this is a heretic! Run!"

Mike stared at Donald's eyes, and the next moment seemed to see a great horror, what a pair of terrifying eyes, the black eyes were deep and mysterious, and the central pupil was glowing with crimson blood and phosphorescence.

When he was stared at by these eyes, fear involuntarily emerged in his heart, and the instinct of the creature made him leave, the farther the better!

A ferocious expression mixed with horror appeared on his face, he threw away the weapon in his hand without hesitation, and ran out of the alley with his companions.

"Cough cough~ hiss~ drink~"

A series of unexplained whines emanated from Donald's throat as he watched the two murderers leave. A strong sense of collapse spread from all parts of his body, so much so that he fell directly to the ground, sweating out in layers.

After a while Donald felt his back and underarms soaking wet.

"Devil's family... heretics? What do you mean, why did they run away? The knife just now... What kind of world is this Nima!"

Although Donald himself couldn't see the change in his body, he still vaguely felt something from the murderer's mouth.

Leaning against the wall, enduring the trembling of his body, his thoughts diverged uncontrollably.

Donald Grant is an ordinary person, at least once was an ordinary person, otherwise there must be something about this in his memory, after all, this is an absolutely impressive thing.

So, where did the power that solidified the two murderers just now come from?

Combined with the words he just heard and the magic circle in the sewers, Donald's face turned ashen, it was the magic circle that summoned the devil...

Perhaps the images of demons that I saw in my previous life were all cold, handsome and high-profile, but that was just fiction.

Just based on the place and conditions of the demon-subduing ceremony, Donald can be sure that, as a creature representing the dark side of desire, the demons in this world are absolutely terrifying existences!

"The ceremony...successful? No, no, that magic formation is...cough~"

The success of the ritual means that the demon did appear, although I didn't see it... But if my memory is correct, the symbol description in the circle blood ring I saw before did not mention anything about power. Giving is more about the content of sacrifice.

The panic in his heart and the horror in turn acted on his body, followed by a violent cough. After all, Donald was an ordinary person in his previous life, and he suddenly came into contact with this kind of thing, without any reference to examples or knowledge in this regard.

Even if he racked his brains, he still couldn't recall the knowledge of religion.

"There is not enough information, don't scare yourself, things are not that bad, and guessing out of thin air will only make the situation worse."

Blindly speculating on things that don't have enough information to support is undoubtedly causing trouble for oneself under the current situation.

The most important thing now is to go home. He needs to be familiar with and understand the world as quickly as possible, especially the situation of Donald. Just knowing the name and age is meaningless.

Supporting the wall with one hand, I walked outside the alley. The street at my feet was paved with brown or gray and light red stone bricks. Said to be completely flush, but fairly neat.

There are street lamps on both sides of the street, dark lampposts, and simple glass lampshades. If you look closely, you will find that this is the most primitive kerosene lamp, which needs to be lit manually by torches. The best proof.

This is the first time Donald has detailed a house in this world, Italian-like style, with flat roofs, cornices, angled protruding windowsills, erected in mid-air, sky corridors connecting buildings on both sides of the street, art and civilization in them.

Of course, this is only a part. There are also such Gothic spire houses nearby, with curved domes. Generally speaking, the architectural style is very free.

Donald, who was standing at the entrance of the alley, then stared at a fruit shop with a closed sign on the door opposite it for about two minutes. The dark green facade was quite fresh, the wooden frame outside the door was empty, and the fruit should have been taken back. , There are still some peeled peels on the ground, which were stepped on and flattened.

Why waste so much time looking at the surrounding scenery?

Because Donald Grant suddenly discovered that he didn't know where his home was!

what is this?

It's okay to forget about other things. I don't even know where my home is. How reluctant my predecessor was to go home? Impressions of their own are so vague.

This loss of memory has put Donald in a dilemma. All he can think of is the police station. The police should be able to help him find his home. The problem is that he also doesn't know where the police station is now.. ....

At this time, it was very necessary to find a passerby, so Donald simply walked along the street.

clang~clang~clang~

There are bells echoing in the night sky in the distance, it is exactly eight o'clock in the evening.

No matter which world he was in, this time could not be counted as a rest time, so Donald soon saw the first passerby, a middle-aged man in a baggy shirt and a cloth bag on his shoulders.

"Sir, I want to ask where is the nearest police station?"

Donald noticed that the middle-aged man looked at him in surprise, especially after staying on his cloak for a long time, and took two steps back without a trace.

"On Melanson Street, go straight, there's a street sign on the corner fifty meters ahead, about two blocks from here, oh...you smell a little... .Sorry, I have to go. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

People have a sense of smell fatigue. Donald spent a long time in the sewers and rolled around there wearing a cloak. After a simple reply, the middle-aged man left immediately.

"Melanson Street."

Repeating the name of the place, Donald couldn't wait to take off his cloak. After seeing the sticky object behind the cloak, he hurriedly sent it to the trash can on the side of the street. The strange smell around him was relieved a lot.

Walking along the street, he soon saw a road sign pointed out by passers-by. The Preston City Police Department on the five wooden signs outlined a road sign in black ink.

Turn right at the intersection and walk to a bridge over a river. The city of Preston is quiet and peaceful at night... At least that's how it looks from the bridge.

"Grant? Is that you?"

Someone nearby was calling him, and he looked in the direction of the sound, the source was under a street lamp ten meters away.

The first thing I saw was a pair of women's short boots, and then a simple beige dress, covering the neck and elbows, and the whole body was covered tightly.

The girl in front of her has fair cheeks, delicate and harmonious facial features, and those dark blue eyes shone with a soft glow in the pale yellow light. If there is anything special, it must be those two sharp eyebrows. The face that was supposed to be cute and cute was inexplicably brought in the direction of being strong and capable.

"Um......"

Donald responded and fell silent. His brows were obviously furrowed, not because the girl was obviously estranged when she addressed her. Perhaps because of the stimulation of foreign objects, some broken words and emotions began to appear in his mind.

wife! disgust!