Demon Sage

The rain soaked into the cloak on the body, soaking the soft cloth. In the heavy rain, the outer covering completely fitted the body of the person who came, and outlined the thin figure underneath.

He is moving forward, but his steps are getting slower and slower. He is going to tell the person about his own situation, but he doesn't know if he can still open his mouth.

"Yeah! Look behind him, what is that!"

Weird people can always attract more attention from others. A woman holding an umbrella on the street suddenly screamed. The exclamation made all eyes focus on the strange person.

On the streets paved with bricks, the rain has not yet washed away the flesh and blood, but the blood is carried to different places along the ravines between the bricks.

Every time this person takes a step, the flesh and blood on his body is shattering!

Donald also saw this scene. He noticed something unusual and had a strong premonition that the person in front of him was Ronan.

Spirit Vision is on!

Having experienced the practice of clock meditation, this time, the burden of spiritual vision can be felt a little easier, and the duration should be longer. Turn your eyes to the street. Ordinary people have blue bodies, and this color is bright and dark. Younger people are generally brighter, which Donald sees as a sign of vitality.

And the man under the cloak in front of him, gray... lifeless gray!

He is dead!

As if being choked by some invisible force, Donald's Adam's apple rolled up and down. Before the man could come forward, he opened the door of the shop with his hands behind him, and he shrank back.

Whether to be afraid or avoid suspicion, Donald definitely doesn't want to have any entanglement with him at this time.

"Sir, why are you back again?"

The store manager asked behind the counter.

"I remembered that I still lack some tools at home. Come back and have a look. You can just do your own thing."

With a perfunctory reply, Donald continued to stare at the weirdos outside.

Why can he continue to walk after losing his life?

Zombies? Undead?

His life is gone, is his soul still there?

At this point, the red light in his eyes suddenly deepened, the world in front of him turned from gray and black to light red, and the consumption of mental power began to intensify.

If Donald's now enhanced mental power is counted as 2, the consumption of spiritual vision is close to 0.1, which means it can last for about 20 seconds, but the consumption of this state has doubled, and it can only last about 10 seconds. Time, strong support can continue, but it will damage his eyes, the first two times Donald has suffered losses.

The corpse that looked gray before, now there is a dark mist hovering over its head. The color is dark, but the amount is very small. Donald suddenly realized that in this state, what he sees is the soul... ..

However, the observation of this special target requires a price. The moment the black mist appeared, Donald was aware of the rapid loss of his mental power, and he was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes and returned to normal.

When he opened his eyes again, the target had stopped in front of the previous restaurant, and behind him was a piece of flesh and blood.

The man moved, and the broken arms stretched out from under the cloak. This is not a metaphor. Those two arms are indeed broken, not to mention the pits, and in some places, you can even see white bones hanging with shredded meat.

The screams came one after another, and the people on the street looked at this strange man who suddenly appeared in horror, but their footsteps only moved backwards, and there was no sign of escaping.

The nature of joining in the fun makes them reluctant to miss such a wonderful picture.

Lifting the hood of the cloak, from Donald's angle, he only saw the scalp that was about to be taken off at the back of his head, and the blood that was washed away together with the rain.

"Error! It's a mistake! It's a mistake!"

The sound he made was like the cry of a person when the tonsils were inflamed, and it was a feeling that could make people die.

The tone was hoarse, as if every word was tearing his vocal cords, the voice was silent, but it was heart-rending...

His body collapsed as the voice dissipated. Everything was so abrupt and nonsensical. Most of the passersby nearby panicked. They didn't know what he meant, but Donald knew.

So he felt the same way, sweating like rain...

All dead... Counting the predecessors, so far, all dead!

That magic circle is a problematic magic circle, that is, the magic circle to silence them all!

Donald actually had some preparations in his heart, and such a scene was still uncomfortable.

He started to think.

When I told Ronan at the beginning, could he detect the problem in advance and avoid such a tragic death?

If you are discovered by a cult, can you think of a way to save yourself in time, instead of turning into this broken corpse in front of you that makes those who see it tremble?

Hearing about the death of others is completely different from seeing someone die in front of you, let alone in such a cruel way.

Donald stared at the corpses on the street. Even if everyone else was looking away, he was the only one who stared at him. Even if his throat was sore, he had to endure it.

"You must recognize the reality. Your situation is no better than his!"

Mumbling to himself, UU reading www.uukanshu.com learns from others, only after seeing the cruel death can one realize how lucky it is to be alive.

With trembling hands, he squeezed the handle of the shop door. When Donald opened the door and went out, he found that his heart suddenly calmed down. He opened his umbrella and walked away as more and more people gathered nearby.

For his own appetite, he decided to eat elsewhere for lunch.

**

The function of banks in this era is similar to the previous life, except that they still use passbooks here. As for depositing things, they will issue keys. If you want to get them, you must be present with both the depositor and the key. Of course, if there is an unfortunate situation , then you need an identity certificate from the local police station to prove that you are related to the original owner of the key.

Donald came to the door of the bank after lunch. This was the closest bank to Iris Street that he had asked in advance. There are more than one bank in Preston, but he thought that the predecessor would not take a carriage or a car to more than a dozen blocks. Storing things outside is a very suspicious thing in itself.

"Good afternoon, sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Because it was a rainy day, there weren't many people in the bank today. Donald didn't wait too long before he arrived at the counter, separated by a layer of iron fence, with a layer of glass inside. Obviously, bulletproof glass should not have been invented in this era. come out.

"I'm here to get my things, this is the key."

"Okay, please show your passbook."

"Ah~ I'm sorry, I forgot my passbook. Is there any other way?"

Donald remembered that there was indeed a passbook in the bedroom, but how could this kind of thing be casually carried around, not to mention that he didn't even have a penny on it.